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

Chen: "@Shihuaiya is not here, cmn!凸(艹皿艹)."

Swire: "Ah, the pink-cheeked dragon is still alive, what a pity."

Chen: "Huh, is that char siu talking?"

Swire: "...I'm not going to argue with you. Whether you're free or not, if you're not, I'll arrange a car to pick up Bruce."

Chen raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'll go, I'll ride a motorcycle."

Swire gave a disdainful look.

"A motorcycle? Can such a small seat be as comfortable as a car?"

Chen: "First of all, we're going to a class reunion, not to watch you, Char Siu Cat, flaunt your wealth. Secondly, do you have a lot of cars? Why do you send one out all the time?"

Swire: "I have five."

Chen: "With so many cars, you must be a really good driver. Want to go racing sometime?"

Swire shuddered at the words, and the memory of that night flashed through her mind. She couldn't resist the urge to go racing with Chen in the middle of the night at the mountain park on the outskirts of Lentinium. She was sitting in the back seat of Chen, but by the time they finished the lap, it was probably no longer Chen sitting in the back seat.

Two of his three souls left him, and four of his vital spirits dissipated. He almost vomited his intestines out and had to take three days off to recover from the hospital. From then on, he would subconsciously feel nauseous whenever he saw Chen riding a motorcycle. He literally gave Chashao Cat PTSD and "exposed" himself.

Seeing Swire suddenly fall silent, Chen's lips curled into a barely perceptible smug smile. He then opened the group member list, added Wayne as a friend, and sent a private message:

"Bruce, where do you live? I'll come pick you up on my motorcycle."

"Um...."

Wayne hesitated for a moment, looked around the palace, thought for a moment, and said:

"You can see these suburban villas in the western district no matter where you go!"

After saying this, he summoned his guards and said:

"Get the car ready, I'm going to a villa in the suburbs."

Well, although he could go directly to the restaurant in the core city by himself...

However, how could one pass up the opportunity to ride on the back of Old Chen's motorcycle and experience the treatment of the future Hoshiguma boss?

Chapter 41 Memories of the Emblem

Villa Wayne, on the western outskirts of Lentinium.

This villa, with its white walls and gray tiles and distinctly European three-dimensional style, once had an extraordinary name—Lancaster House.

After Victoria initiated the Aslan monarchy, three noble families emerged from among all the other noble families, becoming the top of the entire noble system and wielding power second only to the emperor.

These are: Military power – the Norfolk family, whose current patriarch, Ernest Norfolk, controls Victoria's most elite steam-armored troops and holds the position of Marshal of the General Staff. Under his leadership, everything in the Norfolk family is thriving.

The Council—House of York, formerly headed by Enrique York, the former leader of the Northern Royalist Party and Duke Enrique who was sacrificed by Wayne during his coronation. House York, representing the York family, had for generations controlled the vast majority of seats in the Council, making them an object of influence for any king. Unfortunately, Wayne had no desire for the Council, which was a restrictive institution. He wanted either a one-man show like the Star Council of a certain Star Sea or to dissolve it! As a result, having lost their greatest support in the Council, and with Wayne himself stripped of his title by Vina, House York is now far from its former glory.

And finally, the Lancaster family, the "godfathers" of the core city of Lentinium, who controlled most of Victoria's financial lifeline.

However, this family is now almost history.

The reason is simple: in the "Wars of the Roses" five years ago, which swept across Victoria and is now classified as a usurpation and rebellion, they sided with the defeated Royalists and did everything in their power to resist the King in the North. And after gaining absolute military control and successfully seizing the throne, the King in the North immediately launched a purge against the Lancaster family.

Hailing from northern Victoria, a region rife with bandits and rebels, and constantly facing the menacing remnants of the Red Dragon and the ferocious sea monsters of the North Sea, the King of the North had no regard for the etiquette of noble warfare. After successfully intercepting the Lancaster family members who were attempting to flee to Columbia, he issued only two orders—kill them and confiscate their property!

The Lancaster nobles, one of the three great noble families, were completely reduced to nothingness under the shadow of the monarchy. The core city of Lontinim, which he controlled, and his enormous fortune were taken over by the royal family and became the starting capital for Wayne's entire plan.

This villa in the western suburbs was a secret sanctuary built by Lancaster using his aristocratic privileges to purchase land in the western suburbs of Lentinium. Whether it was the complex architectural layout or the interlocking, dangerous, and deadly mechanisms in the courtyard and rooms, it used the best materials in all of Terra at the time and was designed by the best designers in Terra. Unfortunately, the impregnable fortress could not withstand the unstoppable army. Before the fortress could be put into use, the Lancaster family had already been destroyed.

After that, the King in the North, having sorted out the Lancaster family's estate, entrusted the house to Wayne as a secret refuge in the countryside should anything happen to him.

This is why, even though she had become Queen Victoria, Vina was completely unaware of the house's existence until Wayne informed her.

Wayne had already arrived at the villa in the western suburbs. He had changed his clothes, taking off the aristocratic attire he wore when receiving guests in public and putting on a youthful jacket that suited his age, paired with a black undershirt with an auxiliary icon printed on it. He looked no different from an ordinary teenager, except that his full head of blond hair was still fluffy and eye-catching.

He had tried to style his hair before, even asking Vina for advice on how to straighten it, but all he got in return was Vina blushing and saying, "You look good with your hair all fluffy."

It seems that Aslan's bristling hair, like the Sarkaz's horns or the Sarkaz's aura, is a racial trait that cannot be changed. Vayne could only let it be.

The evening wind was a bit strong in the suburbs, but fortunately, Wayne didn't have to wait long before the loud roar of a motorcycle engine came from afar.

.......

The wheels spun rapidly, the wind whistled past his ears, and Chen thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of speeding along the deserted road.

There was a villa in the western suburbs of Lentinium that she had never known before. As a student of the Royal Guard Academy, Chen once thought she had set foot in every corner of Lentinium except for the Iron Palace, but only today did she realize that she was still far from it.

The stock exchange in the core city of Londinium, which controls the financial lifeline of all Terra, the St. John's Cathedral in the eastern suburbs with its ninety-five theses nailed to it at dusk, and the villa at the edge of her vision—these were all areas she had never set foot in. And that Bruce classmate lived in that villa.

Chen slowed down to avoid startling his seemingly sickly aristocratic classmate with his thrilling braking. As the engine roar subsided, fleeting shadows gradually came into view: neat rows of roadside trees, towering lampposts yet to be started, and a sign bearing a pale yellow lion emblem.

A pale yellow lion with its paw raised?

Chen paused for a moment, turned the car around, drifted around in a small circle, and returned to the signboard that was sandwiched between two roadside trees and would not have been easily noticed if not by coincidence—on a blue and white shield, a lion that had been lying on the ground raised its right hand, holding a golden sword.

This mark looks familiar.

Chen Momo kept him in her heart; it was her habit. She aspired to return to her hometown of Longmen after graduation and become a police superintendent who punished evil and promoted good. Therefore, since her time at the academy, she had been deliberately cultivating this habit of not overlooking any possible details.

She was certain she had seen this mark somewhere before, but Chen couldn't recall the emblem at the moment. It seemed that the memory of the emblem was from the distant past and unimportant, belonging to the dusty, neglected part of her memory library.

After carefully examining the notice board and confirming that there were no other clues, Chen shrugged, still unable to recall anything, and nonchalantly straddled the motorcycle, speeding towards the mansion that was already not far away.

She had already seen the blond figure standing at the door.

Chapter 42 At least be happy for a while!

"Are you Chen, student? Nice to meet you."

Although he recognized the future leader of the Lungmen Special Investigation Team at a glance, Wayne still politely extended his hand and asked Chen, who had taken off his helmet.

Chen took off his helmet, shook his blue ponytail which was feeling uncomfortable being pressed down by the helmet, turned his head, curiously looked Wayne up and down, and reached out to shake Wayne's hand, saying:

"Hello, Bruce?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, noticing the doubt in Chen's tone, and asked somewhat curiously:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Chen shook his head:

"I had only heard that you weren't feeling well, Bruce, so I was worried... But you look quite energetic now that we've met."

Chen was a little worried on the way here. This Bruce classmate, whom he had never met before, had been on sick leave at school. His motorcycle was not equipped with any rain cover or anything like that. The modified engine was as powerful as a sports car. What if Bruce couldn't handle it once he started driving it?

After all, even though Bruce is a boy, Swire, who is physically stronger than most boys, can't keep up with the speed. So how could a sickly girl like Bruce possibly keep up? If he drives too fast, Bruce might not be able to handle it, and today he might have to go straight from the villa to the hospital.

If that were to actually happen, Chen would definitely feel guilty.

However, it seems that Bruce is not as weak as imagined. On the contrary, both his appearance and his physique give Chen a very sunny feeling. The muscles that are faintly visible under his clothes give people the impression that he looks thin when dressed but muscular when undressed.

Based on Chen's first impression, she felt that Wayne's physique must be quite strong, at least in terms of endurance, to the point that he could easily run a marathon.

That's why she had some doubts. First, she was worried that she might have gone to the wrong place and picked up the wrong person. Second, she wondered why Bruce, who seemed to be in good health, never came to school, and why the Royal Guard Academy would grant him leave slips.

Upon hearing this, Wayne paused, then subconsciously looked down at himself.

Um.....?

When did I adopt the persona of being sickly and weak?

“Because you’ve been on sick leave all along,” Chen added.

Wayne then realized what was going on.

It must be Ernest's fault. He probably used the excuse of sick leave when he asked for leave for himself. After all, Wayne had instructed him to ask the professor for leave without revealing his royal identity or any information about the coronation.

That guy probably wanted to save trouble, so he just made up a sick leave.

Wayne shrugged helplessly.

"I can't come for some other reasons. It's not because I'm sick. It's much more complicated than that."

Chen frowned, and asked with some concern, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Wayne stared at her blankly for a moment, then shook his head with a somewhat complicated feeling: "It probably won't work. Things are complicated, and it involves the royal family. I'd better not trouble you, Chen. Thank you."

He easily straddled the back of the motorcycle, patted Chen on the shoulder, and smiled:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. This is my first time attending a class reunion like this. Please show me the way, Chen."

Chen opened her mouth, but swallowed back the words, "Tell me, maybe I can help." She had grown up, and during her years studying in Victoria, she had witnessed many of the country's little-known rules, such as: under no circumstances should one get involved in disputes concerning the royal family.

She was only a few months away from graduation, and getting involved in such a complicated royal dispute at this time would be irresponsible, both for her studies and for her long-cherished dream—to return to Lungmen and change that cold city with her own hands.

"There are many troubles in the world, and not all problems are ones that you can solve."

While reassuring himself with this thought, Chen took another helmet from the motorcycle's tailgate, handed it to Wayne, and forced a smile:

"Just call me Chen. Put on your helmet. The car might go a little fast in a bit, so remember to hold on tight."

Wayne smiled and nodded. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and put his arm around Chen's waist. Chen sighed helplessly, reached out and pulled Wayne's hands apart to make sure he had a firm hold on his waist before pulling down the helmet visor and starting the engine.

"Buzz!"

With a thunderous roar, the motorcycle launched off at an abnormal speed. The sudden gust of wind caught Wayne off guard, almost blinding him. He wanted to free one hand to pull down the sun visor of his helmet, but he dared not loosen his grip even slightly, for fear that if he let go, he would be thrown off.

"How many speeds must they be going?!"

As the roadside trees flashed by like silhouettes, Wayne finally understood why, in the chat group, when Chen Yi suggested that Swire and she have a driving skills competition, Swire, who always liked to retort no matter what Chen said, immediately fell silent.

His face felt like it had been ripped into waves by the wind. Wayne, who had been holding back a string of witty remarks, couldn't utter a word, and the two on the motorcycle fell into a moment of silence.

But Wayne still smiled happily.

Although it was very windy, my hands were warm.

In this materialistic world, only Vina (scratch that), and Chen Sir's waist still have a little warmth.

The motorcycle's speed had long exceeded the standard for normal driving, even reaching the speed Chen used to race at night, but Chen showed no intention of slowing down. His grip on the accelerator remained firm, and he continued to accelerate, as if he wanted the speed to shake off the anger in his mind.

Yes, anger. If someone were to remove Chen's motorcycle helmet visor now, they would surely notice the barely suppressed gloom and anger on the face of this top student of the Royal Guard Academy and the future Lungmen Inspector.

[Again, royalty]