Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

As for the most important artifact for extending lifespan for short-lived races, not only does Kal'tsit not possess such a thing, but even if she did, she wouldn't give it to Vayne. Life and death are predetermined, and the punishment for forcibly extending lifespan would inevitably be severe. Moreover, Vayne already possesses some of the most advanced artifacts of this type: the Locks of Time and the Key of Chronicle. He has no need for them.

Money and treasures are useless, so what should we give Wayne?

After much deliberation, Kal'tsit made a decision.

Give knowledge.

Based on my experience spending time with Wayne, this prince is an extremely studious person. Eight out of ten times when Kal'tsit seeks him out, Wayne is in various places reading all sorts of books. From fairy tales and absurdist novels to historical texts and scientific conjectures, Wayne reads a wide variety of books, but regardless of the genre, his thirst for knowledge about this land is evident.

This is a good thing. The more wise and kind-hearted people there are, the greater the chance that Terra will see the dawn. Since Wayne insists on walking alongside Theresa, his studies are absolutely necessary.

Kal'tsit decided to share some unprecedented knowledge with Wayne, knowledge she had previously shared with Theresa. This became the opportunity for Theresa to formally break through outdated and corrupt values ​​and gain a truly complete understanding of the world.

Now, she decided to tell Wayne all of this again. Hopefully, His Highness Wayne wouldn't be too surprised after hearing it, since it was something that could shatter one's worldview.

The motorcycle's headlights illuminated the outline of the villa in the distance. The faint lights inside the villa stood out like a lighthouse on the sea in the darkness. Kal'tsit executed a stylish drift, bringing the motorcycle to a steady stop in the parking space in front of the door. She took off her helmet, combed her slightly messy hair, rubbed her sore and itchy ears, buttoned up her shirt, picked up some "props" from the motorcycle's footrest, and knocked on the door in the most formal manner.

She came as a preacher. She came to reveal to His Highness Wayne only the tip of the iceberg of the truth about this land... no, this "world." This was something she was well-prepared for.

"Dong dong."

The door was knocked on, but there was no response from inside the mansion.

Kal'tsit thought Wayne hadn't heard her, so she knocked again.

"Dong dong."

This time, Wayne's voice came from inside the mansion:

"Who is it so late?"

“Your Highness Wayne, I am Kal'tsit. I have something to discuss with you.”

Kal'tsit said solemnly,

"This is very important, please open the door."

"Kal'tsit? She's here."

Wayne jogged to the entrance, opened the door, glanced at Kal'tsit outside, then looked behind her a few times before stepping aside and saying:

"Please come in if you need anything. Didn't Theresa come with you?"

Wayne was quite surprised, after all, Kal'tsit and Theresa were conjoined most of the time, and even when they were separated, it was a very rare occurrence. It was quite unusual for Theresa to be helping Vina at the palace so late at night, while Kal'tsit had secretly sneaked over to him.

Kal'tsit shook her head:

"Theresia didn't know about this, nor did she come along. But that doesn't matter; I'm here to see you today."

Wayne jokingly took a half-step back, feigning a wary expression:

"What do you think you're doing? Don't mess around. One phone call from me and Vina can come over with a whole carload of Indras to deal with you!"

Kal'tsit rolled her eyes, ignored Wayne's words, picked up the bag in her hand, and walked straight inside, saying as she went:

“Your Highness, I am very grateful for the help you gave me in the North, so I have decided to repay you in my own way. I know that wealth and power are not important to you, but there is one thing you definitely want.”

Kal'tsit placed what she was holding on the coffee table, turned around, and focused all her attention on Wayne, not noticing the two cups on the coffee table.

She pointed to her head, her expression full of confidence.

"this."

Wayne paused, blushed, and nodded:

"You? Hmm... you are indeed quite important, but isn't this a bit too early? Theresa doesn't know either..."

Kal'tsit's expression froze on her face. It took her a while to realize what Wayne had just said in his erratic thoughts. The lynx blushed and said angrily:

"It's not me, it's this, it's knowledge!"

"Oh, knowledge? I thought you were talking about yourself..."

Wayne sighed in disappointment.

Kal'tsit gritted her teeth, "You're so disappointed!"

Seriously, all that effort to build up a serious atmosphere, and bam, it's gone. Wayne, you really are a mood killer!

Kal'tsit sighed and said:

"What I am about to say points directly to the truth of this land. Please think about it carefully and do not spread it."

Upon hearing this, Wayne glanced in the direction of the bathroom, pondered for a moment, and was about to say that there were guests at home when Kal'tsit had already begun her narration.

“Your Highness, whether you believe it or not, this land is not infinite; it is merely a pile of soil on a sphere, and in the vast darkness, there are countless such spheres.”

"Our bodies, the Laterans claim they were created by the gods, the Flame claim they originated from the earth, and Ursus calls them the Emperor's grace, but in reality, our bodies were not created at birth. Before we learned to walk, we crawled on the ground like lowly Originium bugs and rock crabs."

"Your Highness, please do not be surprised. Please look up at the starry sky. This vast expanse of stars, like the planet beneath our feet, is an ark navigating in the celestial orbit..."

After Kal'tsit finished speaking, she quietly observed Wayne's expression, waiting for him to recover from his current astonishment, then reveal a surprised expression, grab her hand, and ask her all sorts of questions with a curious look in his eyes.

But for some reason, after recovering from his brief moment of astonishment, the blond Aslan boy did not show any curiosity, surprise, or even disbelief or incomprehension, but rather... speechlessness.

Kal'tsit found it hard to describe Wayne's expression. Although he hadn't said a word, Kal'tsit could still read two words in his eyes: "That's it?"

That's it? It was like earnestly intending to listen to a master impart profound wisdom, only to hear the master launch into a lecture on postpartum care for a sow. Wayne's face was filled with speechlessness and disappointment.

But why did he show such an expression? These things had long been lost in any ancient books on earth, and even someone like Theresa showed an incredulous expression after hearing them. How could he remain unmoved?

He neither believed nor doubted.

It was as if he had known these things from the beginning.

Kal'tsit suddenly felt a pang of panic. Wayne's current expression involuntarily reminded her of something Theresa had once jokingly said to her.

—【Kal'tsit, Mr. Bruce is very knowledgeable. Perhaps he is one of your kind?】

Do they really exist? Does Prince Wayne truly know these things, or is this just a facade he's creating?

Kal'tsit couldn't quite explain her feelings. She wanted Wayne to know, which would mean he had truly found a kindred spirit, someone with whom he could let down his guard and share his loneliness and vulnerability. Yet, she also hoped Wayne wouldn't know, because she was afraid she would genuinely be unable to resist apologizing to Theresa.

Just as she was hesitating about whether to ask Wayne about the meaning of his expression, someone finally interrupted her and the courage she had just mustered.

Saria emerged from the bathroom, looking completely bewildered. She stared at Vayne and the green-haired Felin, who had appeared out of nowhere, hesitated for a moment, then bowed respectfully and said:

"Good day, Madam."

Chapter 117 Green Thunder

As soon as she spoke, Saria felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop several degrees.

What happened? Did she say something wrong?

But... it's already past nine o'clock. Coming home so late, chatting so intimately with the shareholder, and they're both film buffs, plus there's a round bag of what looks like fruit on the table—anyone would assume this is the lady of the house coming home late from get off work, right?

Saria glanced blankly at Vayne. Vayne's expression was one of suppressed laughter, his eyebrows raised, his cheeks twitching occasionally, his gaze fixed on Kal'tsit, looking like he wanted to speak but dared not utter a sound.

Kal'tsit, who was being looked at, had a buzzing in her head, her mouth slightly pursed, and her face blank. She looked as if she hadn't come to her senses yet, and her face was a little pale.

After a long while, she came to her senses and opened her mouth.

To Wayne's surprise, Kal'tsit didn't fly into a rage and turn him into a grip strength test, nor did she sternly question Saria about who she was and what she was doing there. She simply lowered her head, her voice soft but firm, and retorted:

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not his wife."

Then, she looked up at Wayne, her eyes filled with complex emotions and a multitude of questions, but considering the presence of outsiders, she said nothing, only waving goodbye to Wayne:

"I apologize for disturbing Your Highness so late. Please keep what I told you a secret. If you want to know more, please come find me. I will be waiting for you."

Even if you don't come, I'll find you sooner or later and get to the bottom of this.

Kal'tsit kept these words to herself. Her plan to impart knowledge to Wayne today had failed, but she felt that what she had gained far outweighed that insignificant sense of defeat. It was just a pity that there were outsiders present, and her current emotional state was not calm enough to elaborate, so it was best to leave first and calm down.

As for who Saria is, Kal'tsit doesn't care.

While she didn't possess Theresa's cheat-like ability to read the emotions of those around her, Kal'tsit considered herself quite accurate in judging people. She hadn't detected any affection for the unfamiliar Vayvan woman in Vain's eyes; instead, she sensed another complex emotion...

If I had to say something, would it be gratitude or admiration?

Kal'tsit couldn't understand why Prince Wayne would feel grateful to a woman whose clothes and appearance suggested she was from Colombia, but that was none of her business. As long as Wayne wasn't unfaithful, could she really dictate what others thought of her "old father"?

Kal'tsit pushed open the door, hurriedly said goodbye to Wayne who had chased after her, and got on her motorcycle.

She put her helmet back on, floored the accelerator, and let the speed whip her thoughts into the wind. Kal'tsit thought silently:

"Let's race a little longer today before heading back."

The next day, Theresa asked Wayne to get Kal'tsit released from detention for speeding in the city. She was twenty times over the limit, earning her the nickname "Green Thunder" from the suburban street racers!

But that's a story for later. Watching Kal'tsit's car disappear into the darkness from the mansion, until its headlights completely faded into the night, Wayne turned to Saria, who was following behind with a worried expression, and asked:

Did you hear that just now?

Saria shook her head in confusion:

"What did you hear?"

Wayne shrugged: "It's nothing, just some basic knowledge about nine-year compulsory education. Those who don't know are probably just those who slipped through the net of compulsory education."

Saria nodded as if she understood, but didn't ask any further questions. She simply said with concern:

"I misspoke, is that alright?"

"Nothing much... right? Probably?"

Wayne glanced in the direction Kal'tsit had left and decided it would be best to go back early tonight, otherwise who knew what Kal'tsit might whisper in Theresa's ear.

After all, the lynx was surprisingly strict with itself.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's get down to business."

Wayne walked back to the living room and said:

"You're here to take me to Colombia, but as far as I know, the Colombian Technology Expo is still about two weeks away, right?"

“That’s true, but Rhine Life can show you around Colombian culture and customs.”

Wayne chuckled and said, "Let me tell you a joke. Colombia, a country less than a hundred years old, has its own unique customs and traditions."

What's worth seeing in Colombia? After thinking about it, I think the Museum of Independence is the only place that comes to mind.

But let's not even mention that your so-called War of Independence was merely a convenient opportunity taken advantage of Victoria's internal instability and border turmoil stemming from the Gallo-Gallic Wars. Just thinking about taking an Aslan royal family member to a War of Independence memorial is enough to contend for a nomination for this year's most absurd comedy.

not to mention.....