Restarting the myth

Sidney's ancestral home is located at 11 Sir Road, West London.

Like all natural believers who are close to nature, the three-story mansion is located in a vast garden shaded by green trees. The exterior is dominated by stone walls. It seems unremarkable, but in fact, the interior decoration is luxurious, full of the classical aristocratic style of the old Union Jack in London.

The black car entered the gate of the mansion, passed through the tree-lined road and stopped at the gate.

After getting off the car, Wayne walked around the three-story mansion.

According to Heaphy, Sidney was unfortunately hospitalized for mental problems and received talk therapy. When the church handed over the work, it was accidentally discovered that this frugal priest had problems such as taxation and the unknown source of huge wealth.

The church had the courage to review and took the initiative to report the matter to the tax department. After some operations, the evidence was conclusive, and Sidney's ancestral house was sealed and handed over to the legal department for auction.

An open auction that was only conducted internally.

A low-key second-generation rich man named 'Wayne' bought the property rights and completed all the procedures at the speed of light. The property and other documents are all well documented, and his private property is sacred and inviolable.

Wayne: When did I participate in the auction and when did I sign?

Heaphy: This is the property certificate.

Wayne: Yes, it's me!

One should not care too much, especially not to ask questions, and must pretend to be stupid when it is time to pretend to be stupid.

Wayne said that he was not pretending to be stupid, he was really stupid, and if there is a next time, please consider him first.

No other meaning, he likes to suffer.

"Master Wayne."

Hearing a familiar voice coming from behind, Wayne turned his head and saw the monocled butler Fla, who was overjoyed and stepped forward to give a hug.

"Fla, it's really you."

"Yes, Fla Elihall will serve you from today." Fla bent down slightly, stood up and tidied up the slightly messy corners of Wayne's clothes.

Wayne opened his hands, willing to be tossed around by the other party, and was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

As the saying goes, a day of separation is like a long time. He and the butler have been separated for 28 days, 16 hours and 34 minutes, which is a hundred years if rounded up. He almost missed the butler.

"Sure enough, Fla is still the best. I feel at ease with you."

Wayne sighed again and again, and once again stood up for Fla.

Megan and others are very good, but the impression she left on him is not related to the butler. She is beautiful, has a good figure and good temperament. She is more like the president's personal secretary than the butler.

The president calls when there is something, and the secretary calls when there is nothing.

I'm getting off topic. What Wayne meant was that Megan was too beautiful. Every time he stood with Auston, he couldn't help but look at the two of them with colored eyes.

Teacher Xifei is not only the high priest of the Church of Nature, but she also has bright green short hair.

Fla is different. Her words, actions, and every part of her body are the benchmark of the butler.

Wayne likes him the most.

Wayne's love for Fla is undisguised, from the heart and full of enthusiasm. Fla saw it, and her old heart couldn't help but tremble a few times.

When he was in Enroald Town, Wayne had defended Fla, thinking that he was far better than Megan and the best housekeeper of the Landau family. He said that he would mention this matter to Austin after returning to Lundan, and strive to transfer Fla back to Lundan.

Fla was a little expectant, because he was afraid that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so he didn't expect too much.

Unexpectedly, before a month had passed, he received a call to be transferred back to Lundan.

Heaphy told Fla on the phone that this time when he returned to Lundan, he would no longer serve Austin. The new owner was Wayne, who was happy to get a new house and named Fla when choosing a housekeeper.

Fla was very honored to be recognized by Wayne. A man would die for his confidant, and he was willing to serve the new master for the rest of his life.

But...

Received a call from Austin.

Fla was a little confused at the moment. Wayne was an excellent master, and so was Auston. Caught between the new and old masters, she didn't know how to choose.

"Fla, when did you come?" Wayne walked into the big house and saw four familiar female warriors, giving each of them a hug after a long separation.

Time seemed to have gone back to a month ago. He liked this new home.

"I arrived in Lundan early this morning. I am counting your assets."

Fla picked up the registration form on the side, which recorded the property of Wayne's house in detail, no matter how big or small, and all were clearly planned by category.

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This is called professionalism!

Wayne gave a thumbs up and said sincerely: "Don't tire yourself out. There is still a long time to live. Let's prepare the hot pot first. You don't know that I ate whatever the dog ate for 28 days, 16 hours and 36 minutes without you. I had a miserable life."

Fla smiled but said nothing. This can't be said casually. As far as he knows, Wayne attended the family dinner as a young master.

Wayne had just arrived at the new home and didn't know anything. Fla prepared for a whole morning in advance and introduced Wayne from top to bottom. There was nothing he didn't know.

"Too professional. I can't imagine how I can live without you in the future."

An hour later, the maid prepared the hot pot and rice. Wayne invited them to sit down and eat together.

Fla refused to have lunch on behalf of the four maids, but under Wayne's threat of hunger strike, the housekeeper and the maids still had lunch with the new master.

After dinner, Fla continued to count the assets. His professional ethics for decades made him have extremely high requirements for himself.

His workload is very heavy. Not only does he have to check against the legal bills one by one, but he also has to re-evaluate the value of each item.

From the area of ​​the mansion, the distribution ratio of the mansion and the garden, to the furniture and artworks, even the number of steps on the stairs, he has to personally confirm to ensure that the interests of the owner are not violated.

At the same time, when the owner asks, he must answer as soon as possible.

Wayne is not so troublesome. He enters the office study, takes out a key given to him by Sif, opens the desk drawer and spreads out several drawings one by one.

Wayne's new home is a magic fortress, a magic creation of a golden wizard with painstaking efforts, and its intrinsic value far exceeds the auction price.

If Sif hadn't relied on Sif's status as the high priest to secretly operate, and if it weren't for the face of the Landau family, it would have been put on the shelf and auctioned at the speed of light. If it weren't for Wayne himself...

Well, the rent owed by his detective agency was still paid by Veronica.

The mansion has several magical defenses, from the outermost forest to the core triple defense, which is tight and leak-proof, and is called impregnable by Xifei.

The word impregnable has been played out. If you look into the reason, it's all someone's fault.

There are too many jokes about this topic, so Wayne will not mock the other party. He memorized the drawings in his mind and prepared to try them one by one when it was late at night.

Let's not talk about the outermost natural protection barrier, which is a sharp weapon for clearing small soldiers. The strong ones can't be stopped, and the weak ones can be used as fertilizer.

The core triple defenses are six-pointed stars, cross stars, and triangle stars, which correspond to black forging, silver, and gold according to the magic level. If Sidney hadn't stopped at the gold mage, it would probably have added the life force field of the legendary mage.

Wayne picked up the phone on the desk and called Veronica, telling her to write down the phone number and contact her often. By the way, please tell Willy and Chris that they can contact him directly by calling this number.

The owner of the mansion was changed from Sidney to Wayne. To prevent Sidney's old subordinates from harassing him by phone, the original phone number was also changed.

Not long after, Wayne received a call from Willie. The believers of the Sun Goddess were full of energy and were excited to come to Wayne's house tonight to spend the night.

And they wanted to have a big meal!

Seeing her in high spirits, Wayne was also a little excited.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get an erection.

After that, Wayne received calls from Veronica and Chris. The three magic girls would come to his house tonight and bring gifts to congratulate him.

There was no need for gifts. We were all friends. Being too polite would make us look distant. If you really want to, you can just wrap it in a bigger package and get into it.

After the call, Wayne called the housekeeper Fla. The party of the detective agency was moved to the new house. There were three female guests in the evening. Remember to buy more dishes and chopsticks.

By the way, he called a truck. While it was still early, he moved the detective agency's home here today.

There are a lot of things in the detective agency. Ignoring the sprouted potatoes, there are many items that must be moved.

Perhaps 99% of them will not be used. With Fla, everything will be updated, but Wayne is reluctant to throw them away. He thinks it is better to put them in the warehouse, just in case they are used in the future.

The housekeeper is very efficient and asks two maids to go with Wayne to the detective agency to move. The truck has already set off and will arrive at the destination before them.

...

Wayne Detective Agency.

Wayne pushed the door and walked in, pointing to the bookshelf in the office, and asked the two maids to pack and box them, and arrange to send them to the new detective agency in the commercial street tomorrow.

Wayne used to eat and live in the detective agency. There was no choice due to limited conditions. In the future, work and life will be separated, and the items in the detective agency will be sent to the new home and the commercial street respectively.

Books and other items that are used as storefronts, archives of the old detective agency, etc. will be sent to the commercial street, and personal items will be packed and sent to the new home.

For example, the diary, he has already put it in the bedroom.

I don’t mean anything else. After all, it is personal privacy. It is not safe to put it in the study.

There was also the bed on the third floor where Veronica had slept for a night. It was not easy to deal with it casually. It was not suitable to throw it away, and there was no use for keeping it, so it was packed and sent to the new home.

Forget about the bed where Willy had slept. At that time, she was still a big muscle man. Wayne felt that the quilt was smelly, so he asked the maid to move it to the backyard, put it in a cement bucket and burn it directly.

There were also the original body's spellcasting materials and the photo posters of the female star Lily Hayworth in the archives. Wayne hesitated for 0.25 seconds and decisively packed it and sent it to the new home.

It seemed useless, but there was no guarantee that it would come in handy in the future, so he kept it in the warehouse.

When dealing with the bedroom on the second floor, Wayne picked out a few decent clothes, and asked the maid to send the rest, including the sheets and quilt covers, to the backyard to be burned.

When he opened the bed, Wayne found a black suitcase in the interlayer of the bed board.

The maid was burning in the backyard, Abin was sleeping on the ground, and Wayne was opening the suitcase on the second floor.

Radio!

A binary communication tool that can emit beeping code sounds when connected to a power source and the user manually presses a button.

Wayne had only seen this thing in movies before. The users usually have two images: a handsome and heroic operator on the righteous side and a spy from an enemy country with a pointed face or red lips and big waves on the evil side.

"I must be on the righteous side because I'm so handsome..."

A drop of cold sweat fell on Wayne's forehead. He closed the suitcase tremblingly. After three seconds, he changed his posture and opened it again.

The radio is still the same radio. It will not become something else just because it is opened in a different way.

Bang!

Wayne closed the suitcase abruptly and refused: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

He paced back and forth in the empty bedroom and said to himself: "I used to be an idle third-rate detective. As a detective, it is normal to have your own radio station. I was afraid of being misunderstood so I hid it under the bed..."

"It makes sense, that's it!"

"It must be like this!"

Wayne found a reason to comfort himself and was immediately overjoyed: "A third-rate spy with no abilities, ah, a third-rate detective. He only knows how to buy peripherals and write pornographic books. How come there are so many messy settings? Don't think about it. It's for sure." I’m overthinking it.”

"Mr. Wayne, where will this box be sent?" the maid asked standing at the door.

"Sent to new home..."

Wayne felt a sudden panic in his heart that his secret had been discovered. He waved his hands and said: "Forget it, I will handle the boxes myself, and I will clean the second and third floors myself. You can go to the office on the first floor to see if there is anything missing. "

The maid obeyed the order and left. Wayne was already sweating on his forehead. The sudden setting made him unprepared. Even though it had nothing to do with him, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Spies need to keep in touch. I haven't used the radio for so long and they haven't come to my house to look for me..."

Wayne fell silent mid-sentence.

A pure passerby, it has not been easy to find him in recent months.

"It doesn't matter. I have entered the magical world and am no longer an ordinary person. The grudges and grudges in the world have nothing to do with me." Wayne frowned. He was him, and his original body was his original body. He just happened to take advantage of this move. Say goodbye to the past once and for all.

Besides, he is already a magician, can the other party still come after him?

Give you a cement bucket!

Wayne checked the bedroom and the archives room on the second floor to make sure there were no suspicious items. He went to the backyard and buried the suitcase in the ground and told Abin to hide it.

He doesn't want his past identity, now he only wants to make money and magic.

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Wayne House.

Wayne sat on the sofa in the living room with a melancholy look on his face. The new setting came too suddenly. In this war-shrouded background, he was afraid that someone would come to give him a pair of silver bracelets one day.

"Looking on the bright side, the intelligence agency in Windsor understands everything. It's just a joke. As long as I don't tell it, no one will know..."

"Mr. Wayne, are you concerned?" Former Windsor intelligence agent and housekeeper Fura stood beside Wayne at some point while holding a pot of black tea.

"There is something on my mind."

Seeing Fula, Wayne felt inexplicably relieved and asked for help: "Butler, have you ever been in an embarrassing situation..."

"I don't know how to describe it. Because my identity is very complicated, I don't care, but I still don't care. I'm afraid to express my feelings. I don't want it but I don't know who to turn to to reject it."

Fu La's heart skipped a beat, and the hand that poured the black tea shook slightly. After a while, he said bitterly: "Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to know so soon."

What,

What do you know?

Do we know what we mean?

Fra, are you having another master behind my back?

Wayne raised his brows, took the black tea and sniffed it under his nose, and said solemnly: "Yes, I know everything. Just tell me. There are no outsiders."

"As expected of you, you discovered it so quickly. I thought I could hide it for a while at least."

Fola stood beside Wayne, lowering his head like a student who made a mistake: "I'm very sorry. Before returning to Lundan, Mr. Alston asked me..."

"Wait a minute, the title is wrong. I don't want to hear you call others master." Wayne raised his hand to interrupt. Fula's name to Auston made him feel heavy on his forehead.

"Mr. Alston has contacted me. He asked me to continue serving the Landau family and treat him as my master in the future. I will report your every move to him at any time." Fula did not hide anything. He did not want to lie to his master.

"Did you agree?"

"Promise."

Fula's face turned gloomy. He had lost the trust of his master. As expected, it was time to take the train back to Enlord Town tonight.

"Then did you hesitate?"

"There are some."

"Enough!"

Wayne stood up, straightened Fura's collar, and said with a smile: "The days are still long, maybe you still belong to him now, but sooner or later I will take you back with my own hands."

"But……"

Fula was so moved that even so, Wayne still dared to trust him.

"I couldn't have asked for a better steward than you..."

"Mr. Landau can live without you, but I can't!"