Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 44 - 41 Isabella
44: Chapter 41 Isabella
44 -41 Isabella
Mister Wayne must have fried his brain with all the studying, ceaselessly pouring over theoretical knowledge and engaging in meditation, draining all of his energy.
He couldn’t spontaneously recall the cup sizes of the three beautiful young ladies as he could do before.
It requires him to think for 0.25 seconds!
Every day, beyond the basics of eating, drinking, relieving himself, and sleeping, all Mister Wayne did was grind away.
To keep up with the geniuses, he even cut back on sleep, maintaining only the minimal amount required; his eyes would open, and the grinding would start.
One can imagine, with all this grinding, even the beautiful girls became a blur in his memory, let alone remembering who Hood was.
At first listen, one might think it was someone’s wife coming to make a scene!
Thinking about it, it was true that the Windsor Royal Navy indeed had a service Hood Battleship.
When Mister Wayne returned to the mansion, Hood’s call had already been disconnected.
He dialed the number the Butler had noted down and soon made contact with the other party.
It seemed Hood had been waiting by the phone all along.
“Hood, what’s the matter?”
“Mister Wayne, Wesley has disappeared, and I’ve realized I’m being followed.
To avoid causing you trouble, I didn’t visit you directly…”
Hood’s voice was hoarse, the exhaustion evident between the lines.
He mustered up his energy to relate his investigation into the Earth Core Cult and informed Mister Wayne of the location of his investigation report, hoping Mister Wayne would do him a favor and send someone to deliver the report back to Lundan.
With Hood being followed, he couldn’t leave Enrold Town with the report.
He wanted to contact official intelligence agencies, but due to Wesley’s disappearance, he couldn’t find the contact person; going to the police chief…
Forget it, better not to harm others.
Mister Wayne was different—with the Lando Family’s aura enveloped around him, he seemed an unassuming yet impressive figure in Hood’s eyes.
Two detectives had appraised Mister Wayne for his sharp observational skills and powerful deductive abilities, combined with his low-key and calm demeanor, he was definitely the next successor nurtured by the Lando Family.
Hood firmly believed that Mister Wayne had extensive connections in Lundan, mingling in high society, hobnobbing with officials and nobles.
Entrusting Mister Wayne with the intelligence, he’d surely be able to get in touch with the agent promptly.
Unaware of Hood’s optimistic assumptions, Mister Wayne couldn’t find anything about himself, aside from his name, that linked him to high society.
He was extremely curious about that investigation report and wanted to glimpse the truth about the Void Lord.
After reflecting for a moment, he nodded in agreement, willing to dispatch the report to Lundan.
He also admonished Hood to find a place to hide as soon as possible and wait patiently for a specialist from Lundan to arrive, and to refrain from drawing any attention during this time.
Hood did not agree, expressing his willingness to distract attention for Mister Wayne and to also find the missing Wesley, lest he come to harm.
After speaking, Hood hung up the phone.
When Mister Wayne tried calling back, no one answered.
“Admirable bravery, indeed he has a bit of the legendary investigator’s flair…”
Mister Wayne raised an eyebrow and instructed the Butler to have someone fetch the investigation report from the hiding spot, choosing someone sharp to avoid being tailed.
The condition for helping was not to compromise his own interests; the villa was very safe and undisturbed, ideal for practicing his craft.
Mister Wayne didn’t wish to disrupt this peace.
The Butler bowed and retreated, sending one of the four maids to drive to the location.
The mansion held many fond memories.
Mister Lando valued this place highly, not only arranging for the trustworthy Philark to be the Butler but also deploying four exceptionally skilled maids as guards, each hailing from military backgrounds with special abilities.
Thirty minutes later, the maid brought back the investigation papers, nodding to Butler Philark.
No one was followed.
Philark opened the report, checking for traps or tiny gadgets, before handing it over to Mister Wayne.
Utterly professional!
Mister Wayne liked Philark very much, declaring him flawless.
He glanced over the documents, frowning slightly as he dialed Hefei’s number.
Hefei was not there; the office assistant answered the phone, assuring that she would contact Hefei as soon as possible.
Mister Wayne, resigned, realized that he wasn’t living in an era of mobile phones; communication efficiency was hard to guarantee.
He sat by the phone waiting, perusing the investigation report again.
The Earth Core Cult was indeed no reputable sect; they lured followers with ulterior motives and were prepared to attract more adherents, even readying a promotion strategy that involved giving away free eggs.
Down to earth and definitely effective—after all, who doesn’t love free eggs?
According to the two detectives’ investigation, the headquarters of the Earth Core Cult was in Enrold Town, only a street away from the town hall, with the cult’s higher-ups enjoying many societal advantages and likely controlling key officials of the town hall.
Not long ago, the Earth Core Cult discovered a Chasm Tunnel leading to the underworld and invited geological expert Professor Vincent and his team, hoping to leverage the professor’s influence for a large-scale promotion.
Unexpectedly, the professor ended up in a messy situation, poisoned by one of his own students.
The two detectives, disguised as believers, infiltrated and successfully remained undercover at the entrance to the Chasm Tunnel.
The control there was stringent, and they couldn’t probe further, only marking the location in the file.
The next day, Wesley mysteriously disappeared, and Hood, realizing he was being followed, used his excellent counter-surveillance skills to shake the pursuer and succeeded in concealing the investigation report.
Afterward, Hood contacted Wayne, trying to reach the Lundan intelligence agency.
The reason for only contacting the intelligence agency was two-fold: firstly, this was a secret mission, and contacting other agencies would only result in cold treatment; secondly, even without the cold treatment, the efficiency of the Windsor bureaucracy was notorious, and Hood knew very well that by the time the intelligence agency received the message, both he and Wesley’s bodies would have grown hair.
The intelligence report didn’t reveal much, but it emphasized the grand event in five days’ time when the Earth Core Cult organized a mass pilgrimage of believers at the entrance of the Chasm Tunnel.
Hood believed that there was something suspicious about this grand event, and Wayne felt the same, his mind conjuring up rivers of blood as he anxiously awaited Hefei’s call.
He found a propaganda brochure in the secret compartment of the investigation report, a printed publication of the Earth Core Cult, with a cover featuring a hollow Earth model, drawing a simple underworld.
Wayne raised an eyebrow, flipped through the brochure quickly, and though he didn’t find any information about the Void Lord, he sensed an eerie atmosphere between the lines.
It wasn’t magic; it was hypnotic commands composed of text and graphics that would interfere with rational judgment if one read the publication for an extended time.
“Figures, a cult…”
Half an hour later, the phone rang, and Wayne answered to find it was the Glamor Lady teacher; his heart, which he had been holding, could finally relax.
Usually, whenever it came to a critical moment, teammates would drop the ball for one reason or another, and he didn’t want such things to happen to him.
“Teacher, do you know about the Earth Core Cult and the Void Lord?”
“What nonsense are you talking about, Wayne, have you been worshiping other gods behind your sister’s back?”
On the other end of the phone, Hefei sounded heartbroken, her tone one of absolute refusal to give up like a hogged cabbage.
Wayne couldn’t be bothered with her nonsense and quickly explained the situation; Hefei immediately became alert and cautioned, “Don’t act rashly, the opponent has major plans and is no small character.
I’ll arrange for someone to investigate right away, you’re responsible for reception, just let the newcomers handle it.”
Wayne nodded, that was exactly the result he wanted.
After hanging up the phone, Wayne took another look at the booklet, instructing the butler to strengthen the defenses of the villa mansion, and to immediately expel any strangers who appeared.
Philark nodded, summoned four maids, and right there, two sniper rifles were set up on the rooftop of the mansion.
The remaining two maids armed themselves in the armory, with ammunition belts wrapped around their bodies, fully armed, each holding a machine gun as if it weighed nothing.
Wayne: “…”
It wasn’t that extreme, just be careful of strangers getting close.
The heavy firepower gave Wayne a great sense of security, allowing him to calm down and continue his meditation, until in the evening, the villa mansion phone rang, and a desolate voice informed Wayne that she was outside the mansion, asking the snipers to stay calm and not to accidentally injure their own people.
Wayne directed the butler to invite the guest in, a woman whose voice was ethereally clear and cold but whose figure was bloated, definitely qualifying as severely obese.
The woman had pale skin and golden hair over blue eyes, an extremely good baseline, a pity that she ruined it all with her obesity—regardless of the angle, she looked round; no matter how far or close, every elevation was spherical, which left Wayne silent.
While judging by appearance is wrong, had the teacher called the wrong number?
“Isabella.”
“Wayne.”
Wayne politely extended his hand, gentlemanly shook the tips of her fingers, and said courteously, “It must have been a tiring journey from Lundan for Lady Isabella, please have a seat and rest for a while.”
“You can address me by my first name, and, I have been sent here by orders of the Priest from Farak Paris.”
“…”
Wayne was stunned at her words, wondering what it meant that Hefei had specially transferred someone from Farak.
He roughly guessed that since the teacher was new, she must have been marginalized in Lundan.
Isabella was cold and not a fan of idle chatter, quick and to the point.
Wayne tried to converse with her, only to realize he could find no common ground.
Checking the time, he invited her to dine in the restaurant.
In a hurry to arrive, she probably hadn’t eaten.
Fortunately, the problem wasn’t significant, as the butler had already prepared everything.
At the dining table, Wayne witnessed what gluttony truly was; he definitely didn’t eat as much as Isabella did when he was cursed.
The way she cleaned the plates was cleaner than a dog would have done.
The butler had prepared, but not quite thoroughly enough.
Your Highness, are you really a Mage?
Curiously, Wayne asked, “Excuse me for asking, but have you been cursed?”
Isabella removed a grain of rice from her face and put it into her mouth one by one: “No, this is my magic!”
