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

"Three years is too long; I will seize every minute."

“So tacky,” Mostima muttered, grimacing.

Wayne's lips twitched.

Is it rustic?

Oh no, my aesthetic sense has been warped by Kal'tsit. The last time I used these cheesy pickup lines in Columbia, that old lynx blushed buckets. He just blurted them out unconsciously.

As expected, this kind of talk is only suitable for people like the old lynx; it would be awkward and embarrassing to say it to anyone else.

"Never mind, at least you didn't lie this time."

Mostima smiled, wrapped her arms around Wayne's neck, and closed her eyes.

"You've found me, for now."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face, flushed with shyness, hidden in the lamplight, Wayne took a deep breath and slowly raised Mostima's hand. The two of them, hidden in the shadows, pressed their foreheads, noses, and finally their lips together tightly, unable to separate for a long time.

"Yes, I found you. I'll definitely do it again next time."

Chapter Sixty-Two: On the Liberation of the Ascetic System

"Hey, Big Film, when did you get here? Why didn't you say hello?"

Exusiai, holding a bottle of ice-cold beer, her slightly flushed face beaming with surprise, scurried from the bar to the sofa and sat down. Looking at Mostima and Wayne sitting upright together, she was momentarily bewildered.

"Hey, Mostima, you're here too."

Suddenly interrupted, Mostima pouted in annoyance, reached out and poked Exusiai on the head, saying:

"I've made you so many cider glasses, and you didn't even know I was here?"

"Hey, I wasn't talking about the cider. I was asking what you're doing here, sitting next to Big Film."

Exusiai rubbed her head in a wronged manner, took another sip of wine, and then continued to ask:

"And you two look really strange."

"What's strange?" Wayne glanced guiltily at Mostima. Mostima's actions just now were a bit bold. Perhaps she had been drinking, and with Exusiai and Texas nearby, she was unusually excited? But thankfully, she was still very sensible. Her clothes were all neatly dressed and she didn't look disheveled.

Wayne was also surprised that the abstinent beauty's liberation from restraint was literally the removal of the "restraint" word. They sealed their love with a kiss, and with Mostima's endurance, she might as well die from that kiss.

Exusiai, you are my savior.

"Well, it looks really weird." Exusiai scratched her head, raised her eyebrows, and stammered, "You came to the bar, quietly hiding in a corner, not drinking, not singing, and not joining the party. I wouldn't have noticed you if I hadn't just happened to take a look. What are you all doing, hiding like that?"

As she spoke, Exusiai seemed to suddenly remember something, her face flushed, and she muttered softly, "..."

"Could he be doing *that* kind of thing? Cheating..."

"Ah, what? Absolutely not!" Mostima reacted even faster than Wayne, waving his hands frantically.

Exusiai breathed a sigh of relief, raised her glass to clink with Mostima's, and said happily:

"Ah, at least you didn't steal any good food. If Big Felin secretly brought something nice but didn't share it with everyone, only letting Mostima eat it, I'll tell the boss, and he'll have Texas kick you two thieving cats out!"

"Stealing something delicious?" Wayne's expression froze.

Exusiai nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes, like apple pie, apple cake, apple sundae..."

You might as well just spend your whole life with your Apple.

Wayne and Mostima both thought to themselves in unison, while simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ah Neng's brain cells are relatively simple, and after drinking alcohol, he's even simpler.

When he mentioned stealing food, Wayne's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. Sure enough, he was overthinking it. Where would Miss Exusiai get so many bad intentions?

Next time, let's not take such a big risk and find a safer place.

Wayne turned his head to look at Mostima, and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a moment, then Mostima touched her lips with her finger, gently put it in her mouth, and winked at Wayne provocatively.

Without waiting for Wayne's reaction, she picked up the cider on the table, which she had only taken a sip of, clinked glasses with Exusiai, and downed it in one gulp. Looking at Mostima's cheeks, flushed like the fiery clouds of a sunset, Wayne gently lowered his raised hand.

That glass of wine was his.

But never mind, it's okay. We've already kissed, it's just a drink, who would be shy about that?

"Mostima, would you like to step away for a moment?"

"Exusiai suddenly spoke." Mostima tilted her head in confusion: "Why?"

"I have some questions for Mr. Big Phil."

Mostima looked at Wayne, who nodded. Knowing that Exusiai wanted to ask something, he quietly explained in Mostima's ear:

"She wants to hear a story, about you."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mostima frowned, giving Wayne a light glare, more like a coquettish plea than a warning. "Xiao Le's sister and I are very good friends... I don't want Xiao Le to get involved in our affairs. It's too dangerous."

Wayne nodded knowingly and gave an OK sign.

"Don't worry, I understand."

Mostima then stood up, raised her glass, and gestured towards Exusiai:

"Alright then, I'll take my leave now. Come over early, Xiao Le, the party won't be as fun without you."

"Understood!" Exusiai shouted, raising her hand dramatically. As soon as Mostima turned around, she immediately grabbed Wayne's shoulder and pressed him for an answer:

"Alright, alright, tell me quickly, I can't wait! What does Mostima do when he's out there? Is he really a messenger? What does he do when he's not a messenger? How did you meet? We made a promise, tell me quickly!"

Wayne raised his hand, signaling Exusiai to stop, to stop, glanced at Mostima who was walking very slowly, cleared his throat, and said:

"I'm only telling you this, so don't go around telling anyone else. Actually, I'm Mostima's master. Those two world-class magic staffs of hers were passed down to her by me!"

"what!"

Mostima was not paying attention and slipped, stumbling a bit.

She deliberately walked slowly, wanting to hear how Wayne wanted to make up the story.

But I never expected this guy to make up such an outrageous story! Master? Pshaw, how could you even say that? Do you even know how to use the Locks of Time and the Key of Time? I found those two staves on the old borders of Kazdel! And if you're my master, what was that just now?

Forbidden?

Wayne had no idea what Mostima was thinking, but he couldn't hide his smile.

He wasn't making it up entirely; the staff was a Sarkaz artifact, and the current Demon Lord of Sarkaz was his wife. So, rounding up, wasn't the staff practically his property?

It's all nonsense anyway, the more outrageous the better. Exusiai loves listening, and Wayne gets really into it, wondering if he should write a light novel and publish it after returning to Victoria—maybe it'll be a hit?

I definitely can't use Pulitzer as a pen name anymore; I need to choose something more well-known. Let me think... how about William Versailles? As an Englishman, how can I not humiliate France? I must internalize the idea of ​​humiliating France to the very core of my being!

What? A large portion of the Gallo-British Empire is now under Victorian control? Insulting France is tantamount to insulting oneself?

That's fine.

As Wayne played his flute, he was completely unaware that he had somehow arrived at the shop, where Vina and Theresa were listening intently, one on each side of him.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Theresa Wants to Hear a Story

As soon as Vina walked in, she saw Wayne bragging.

To be honest, she hadn't been out late at night in a long time, let alone to a place like a bar. The palace had very strict security, and besides, given her status, if she went to a bar and was recognized, her "Queen's Fan Club" might break down her door the next day.

So when Vina heard Wayne invite them to go out for a drink at some "End of the Earth" bar in the middle of the night, her first instinct was to refuse. But then she realized that she wasn't in the palace, and there wouldn't be any etiquette officials, unicorns, maids, or guards to persuade her with tears in their eyes. She immediately became interested and excitedly ran back to her room to change her clothes. When Wayne went to visit Wei Yanwu alone, Vina and Theresa naturally didn't go straight back to the hotel and sit there, but instead wandered around.

After changing into a stylish black women's jacket, Vina happily went out and took a taxi to the ends of the earth.

As soon as I entered, I saw Wayne leaning back on the sofa, gesturing wildly as he talked animatedly, telling stories with great enthusiasm.

From the great Originium mage Vayne suppressing ancient demons to the wise mentor Vayne teaching Mostima, Vina couldn't understand anything, but she was deeply shocked.

"Brother, when did you do these things?"

"Hmm? My magic has to start from ten years ago... It involves a very long story. If you want to hear it, I can tell you slowly. I've named the story 'The Lord of the Rings'."

"The Lord of the Rings?" Theresa stroked the Ten Rings on her finger, blinked with interest, and asked, "What exactly is it about?"

“This story is long, but The Lord of the Rings can be roughly divided into the One Ring, the Three Rings of the Elves, the Seven Rings of the Dwarves, and the Rings of Man…” Wayne said, turning his head to look at the source of the voice. He met Theresa’s curious gaze, shuddered, and slid down the chair.

"Anything else?" Theresa asked curiously.

"And the Ten Commandments of the Sarkaz."

Wayne changed the subject, scratching his head:

"This is a long story, I can't finish telling it in a short time."

"Really?" Theresa looked disappointed. "I thought Mr. Bruce was finally going to start telling stories again."

Theresa had been thinking about Wayne's story for a long time, but everyone was too busy. She was busy arguing with Theresis and fulfilling the promises she made to the Military Council. Wayne, on the other hand, was busy pushing forward with the nationalization of vital state-owned enterprises and reforming some domestic policies and systems.

As time went by, Wayne's stories have been without a follow-up for a long time.

Wayne wiped the cold sweat from the sudden appearance of the two people, thinking to himself, "Want to hear a story? That's easy! I'll just take some time to modify stories like 'The Lord of the Rings,' 'The Hobbit,' or 'Game of Thrones,' and write them down. That's much better than those stories where Little Red Riding Hood angrily lights a match only to discover it's a Spark Prism (a magic wand) and then grows into Zeta, fighting the Mirror Queen undefeated—stories that only a few geniuses could come up with."

How did I come up with this fairy tale? What age is it supposed to be? It actually sounds kind of interesting.

Composing himself, Wayne straightened up on the sofa and began to speak:

"How long did it take you to arrive? Why didn't you even say hello?"

Didn't I hear someone say that about ten minutes ago?

"I just arrived. I didn't hear the rest of the story. Remember to tell me when we get back."

Seeing that Wayne had stopped talking, Vina said with some lingering interest.

"Okay, okay." Wayne wiped away his cold sweat.

Yeah, I'm glad I just arrived. Exusiai almost scared me to death when she suddenly appeared. Don't tell me she put me in a nested doll-like situation. I was looking at Mostima, Exusiai was looking at me, and you two were looking at Exusiai, trapping me inside layer by layer.

However, then again, I seem to have forgotten something.

Wayne patted his pocket, then suddenly realized what he was doing. He took out the gleaming gold cross necklace, placed it in front of the drunken Exusiai, and asked:

"Exusiai, do you recognize this?"

I'm probably drunk too, because the way I'm talking sounds like I'm about to catch a demon.

Exusiai glanced at the cross on the table, frowned, and shook her head: "Huh? I...I don't recognize it! I've never seen it before!"