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

"Brother!" "Bruce?"

Swire and Vina called out almost simultaneously, almost instinctively. This caused Wayne, who had just entered, to involuntarily stop in his tracks, frozen in place.

What's going on? I just went home for dinner, why is there such a commotion?

Also, what's Swire doing here?

"elder brother?"

Before Wayne could speak, Swire turned to Vina and repeated blankly.

Vina nodded, puzzled.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"Nothing happened to me."

Wayne replied that he had just taken Theresa and Bozokasti to Kazdel, where Theresis was ready to wait for them to have dinner together. Theresa, Bozokasti, and Theresis all wanted Wayne to leave, not because they didn't want to eat with him, but because they were afraid he would feel nauseous.

After all, what Wendigo eats is something that Wayne, as Aslan, might not be able to accept.

There's a reason why the Wendigo clan has such a bad reputation, and a large part of that reason lies in their eating habits. As the Demon Lord, Theresa and Assis, as the Chairman of the Military Council, are certainly used to it and it's become second nature to them. However, considering the need to protect Bozocasti's good impression on Wayne, they still advised Wayne not to participate in this "traditional gathering."

After telling Theresa not to eat with him, and getting a few of his ribs broken by Theresa's little pink fists, Wayne went straight back to Londinium. Seeing that it shouldn't be past lunchtime, he went to the restaurant intending to have a long-awaited meal with Vina.

Then they bumped into the two of them.

He's fine. What could possibly be wrong with him? Apart from a slight chest pain, he's perfectly healthy.

Vina pouted:

"I didn't tell you, brother!"

"No...brother..." Swire was still murmuring. Vina shook her head.

"That's right, brother!"

Wayne was completely dumbfounded. What were these two talking about? Were they playing a riddle?

Should I go to Master Kal'tsit for some answers?

"But isn't he...my classmate?"

Swire finally recovered.

"Bruce, he's both my classmate and your brother? Then isn't he..."

"Isn't that what?"

Wayne scratched his head, walked to the seat next to Swire, and was about to sit down when Vina coughed softly:

"Cough cough."

Wayne's posture instantly changed from sitting down to leaning against the back of the chair, propping his head up as he asked:

"Didn't Chen Huijie tell you? She already knew my identity."

"..." Swire fell silent, but judging from the confusion in her eyes as she stared at Wayne, Chen probably didn't say anything.

"That pink sausage dragon!"

Shi Huaiya cursed inwardly.

That scene just now almost crashed her brain; she was so close to having to reboot! You know that?

Bruce is both Her Majesty the Queen's brother and her classmate. So what exactly is Bruce's identity?

A member of the imperial family, at the very least a prince, right?

Swire never imagined in his life that he would have a classmate who was a "prince"!

She couldn't help but recall the time she and Chen returned to Lungmen, when she kept gossiping about her relationship with Bruce. At the time, she thought the two were a perfect match—both were good friends and trustworthy. Now, it seemed she had misjudged them!

Both Wayne and Chen are big liars. One pretended to be an ordinary student, lurking around and watching her have her fun, even asking her to treat him to meals. The other is even worse! He knew Bruce's true identity but didn't tell her anything!

I've seen through it all, I've seen through it all. People's hearts have changed so much!

“Sophie, please sit down.”

Wayne stood up, walked over and sat down next to Vina. This time, Vina nodded in satisfaction and said to Swire.

Swire nodded, straightened her skirt, and sat down.

Although she was very upset that Pink Dragon hadn't told her what was going on, causing her to make a fool of herself today, Swire's mindset had indeed relaxed a lot after the little incident of Wayne's arrival.

Are you so nervous because you're afraid of losing face or being impolite?

No, no, it's no longer available.

Because I have no face left to lose.

She was the one who got completely drunk at the hotel during the graduation party, even snoring and unconscious on the table. She was also the one who spoke out of turn just now, her brain overheated. Whether she was a girl named Beatrice or a young lady named Swire, she had nothing left to save face or dignity at this moment.

Having too many lice doesn't make you itch, having too much debt doesn't make you worry, and once you've lost all face, you're no longer afraid of losing face. This is the mentality of someone with nothing to lose, someone who's not afraid of someone wearing shoes. It's also commonly known as giving up.

"Theresia, her brother, and an old friend have gone back to Kazdel and will be back in a few days."

Wayne quietly explained to Vina why he was all alone. Then, puzzled, he asked:

"By the way, what's Swire doing here?"

"Brother, have you forgotten about the palace's monthly open days?"

Vina glanced at him and muttered something.

Despite having lived in the palace for far longer than her, Wayne had completely forgotten about such things. Perhaps it was because he never participated in activities that were more for show than substance.

But in reality, Vina didn't like to participate either. After all, as she said, the people who came here weren't there simply for a meal. They all had their own ulterior motives and wanted to use this opportunity to meet the royal family to do their own little schemes. So the meal was definitely not going to be pleasant, and they might not even get enough to eat.

But Vina was genuinely there to eat; she had no desire to listen to all that irrelevant stuff and things that required her to use her brain to guess. The king's stomach and brain operate in different dimensions and can't function together—how could these people not even know such basic common sense?

So, is it that Wayne is just too lazy? Or does he simply not considerate of his sister?

We're all bound by blood, as they say.

Wayne thought about it and realized that there was such a thing, but he had never shown up at such an event.

However, he has always believed in mysticism. The greatest, oldest and deepest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown. Therefore, as long as the Prince of Wales remains in a state of mystery, his prestige will be higher and his image will be more unfathomable.

This is no joke; it's the truth. Take, for example, the Earl of Dorron, the New Wales magistrate, who had never met Wayne and only imagined him as the Prince of Wales through his deeds. He was terrified of Wayne, practically begging for forgiveness on his knees. Meanwhile, those who actually interacted with Wayne and understood his character and behavior—Seria, Hammer, Menes, and Henry—were all amazed by Wayne's unpretentious and incredibly approachable nature, despite being royalty.

So, it just so happens that we bumped into each other today. But thankfully, it's Swire who knows his identity, not someone else. Swire would find out sooner or later, if not now, but sometime when their whole family goes on vacation to Lungmen.

In that case, it's perfect, let's invite Swire along.

"Miss Swire, welcome to the Iron Palace."

Having learned the general cause and effect, Wayne smiled and said to Swire.

"Perfect timing! We're planning a trip to Longmen soon. How about coming back with us?"

"It saves me the trouble of issuing you a special flight permit."

Swire opened her mouth, but said nothing, only nodded obediently.

Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore.

She now needs to think about how to explain to her family after dinner how to please the royal family.

Swire glanced at Wayne, who was starving and eating heartily, and Vina, who was sitting beside him, propping her head up with her hand and watching Wayne eat. Their expressions... well, they both looked very content. They must be very happy, right?

But the problem is, how am I supposed to describe this to my grandfather?

I can't exactly tell them that Her Majesty the Queen and His Highness the Prince were happy just by me sitting there, can I?

Although it was indeed true, Swire always felt that if she said it, she would seem rather foolish.

It sounds like something a comedian would say.

We need to think of a good explanation and perhaps add some artistic flair.

Chapter Thirteen: There are other cats outside.

Kal'tsit hasn't left her room for almost a week.

She wasn't hiding from Theresa; on the contrary, what she was doing now was closely related to Theresa's fate.

A triangular frame, a towering conical tower, spiral patterns, and a black and white color scheme—if Wayne could see this logo, he would immediately recognize its name: the Tower of Babel.

The Tower of Babel was originally built to solve the survival problem of the Sarkaz. But now the goal has changed somewhat. The appearance of Wayne and the cooperation between Victoria and Kazdel have given Theresa, who was previously in a precarious situation, enough power to regain it.

Having ensured that the Kazdel Civil War would not break out again, the construction of the Tower of Babel has shifted from a matter of expediency to a matter of meticulous refinement.

However, a slower pace of construction doesn't mean the Tower of Babel will disappear. As a secret organization under Theresa's command, the Tower of Babel's existence is indispensable.

If we were to make a comparison, the Tower of Babel of the past might have been comparable to the Council Legion under Theresis, while the Tower of Babel of today is comparable to the Absolute Master!

Having finally completed the final step in building the Tower of Babel and designed an exquisite faction emblem for the organization, Kal'tsit wiped the sweat from her brow and let out a long sigh of relief.

She hadn't slept for almost three days. In the past few days, she had almost exhausted all her energy just from video communication and negotiations with the candidates for the Tower of Babel.

Everyone wants to recruit talented people, but not everyone is willing to be subordinate to someone else. Even with all her negotiating skills, Kal'tsit couldn't persuade all the members she favored to join Theresia's ranks. After all, for some, it was better to accept Theresis's summons and serve on the Kazdel Military Council as a powerful member than to join Theresia's secret organization as a member of a secret organization.

Don't doubt it, there are quite a few people who have this idea. After all, whether to be an assassin or an official, most people have their own scale in their hearts.

Kal'tsit rubbed her aching temples, looked at the list coming out of the printer, and read out the names one by one.

"Speaker Theresa, I am Kroos, Warfarin, Logos, Ascalon..."

The list looks long, but in reality, it doesn't exceed one hundred people. It includes a large number of technical personnel, and the actual combat agents who can go to the battlefield and carry out missions are estimated to be only about thirty.

It's tough.

Kal'tsit pursed her lips.

But that's not the key point. The key point is that they are still missing one person.

DR.

Real name unknown, background unknown, age unknown, race unknown, gender unknown. The unified code name is: [Doctor].

Kal'tsit didn't know much about the Doctor. Even though she knew about Rhodes Island, the massive underground ruins of Rembiton, and even some of the secrets about the "home health care device," she still knew very little about the Doctor.

But Kal'tsit wasn't particularly afraid of this situation. After all, she had already experienced a similar situation once.

That's right, it's on Wayne.