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

Synopsis: "In order to survive better, after transmigrating to the prehistoric world, I have been doing strength training such as push-ups, pull-ups, squat jumps, and long-distance running. I also frequently visit the worlds of my fellow group members to sightsee and explore..."

"So that's why you tore apart a saint and used countless treasures of merit to overthrow the Dao Ancestor?"

"That's right, I'm just an ordinary cultivator with only a little bit of cultivation!"

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Ye Hei: Only a tiny bit.JPG

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Shinobu Kocho: I don't believe you!

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Your Knight

Wayne's feelings are very complicated right now.

The "Wayne" recorded in the notebook is a person who is the same as him yet different. He can treat the experiences in the notebook, whether they are magnificent or mundane, as a long movie of life, but this does not mean that he is so cold-blooded that he is not moved by these events.

After all, movies are meant to be a medium for conveying emotions.

He didn't know what the King of the North was thinking as he gazed at the boy in the moonlight in his final moments, nor did he know what Wayne was thinking as he cleanly and decisively committed suicide after saying, "I never intended to be your pawn, nor did I ever intend to be Laterano's pawn. From the very beginning... I never cared for this throne."

He could only sigh in frustration, muttering under his breath with a mixture of resentment and helplessness, "This land is full of these shitty things."

However, he did manage to fulfill one of the original owner's wishes—he did not accept the throne that the King of the North had passed to him, a throne he loathed, but instead pushed Vina onto it as a scapegoat. Judging from the current results, the plan has been quite successful.

As for Reed... Wayne hasn't figured out how to contact her yet, but thankfully, Reed didn't follow the King of the North's army all the way from the border to Londinium. She should still be in Dublin, accompanied by the King of the North's old subordinates, searching for her lost family.

"Take a shower, it's time to sleep."

Suppressing the lingering emotions that followed watching a grand tragedy, Wayne took off his shirt and was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower when, in the next second, the bedroom door was violently kicked open.

"This is Chen! Bruce, are you there? Quick, come with me...?"

The sound gradually faded. Chen Zhi stared blankly at Wayne, who was standing by the bed, having just taken off his shirt and looking completely bewildered. His face went from red to white, then back to red again. He pointed at Wayne with a trembling right hand and said:

"Bruce...Bruce...Bruce, what are you doing!"

Wayne also came to his senses, looked at Chen in surprise, and quickly put his clothes back on, saying:

"I was just about to take a shower, what are you... what are you planning to do?"

Damn it, a female hooligan broke into a prince's mansion at night! Is there no justice in this world? Do all you police officers smell like the FBI when you open the door?

"Why are you taking a shower?" Chen subconsciously turned his back to close the door, but after groping around for a while, he suddenly remembered that the door was right under his feet. But his action startled Wayne.

As he said, "It's normal to take a shower before bed!" he walked around to the back of the bed and asked warily, "Why are you closing the door?"

Seeing Wayne put his clothes back on, Chen finally snapped out of her strange daze. She took a deep breath, quickly stepped forward, and grabbed Wayne's wrist without a word, saying:

"I'm here to save you. Those people want to assassinate you, but don't worry, I'll protect you."

Wayne was stunned for a moment before finally uttering a syllable that perfectly reflected his current thoughts: "Huh?"

He pulled his hand away from Chen's, touched his own head in confusion, then touched Chen's head, confirming that neither of them had a fever. He nodded warily, pressed Chen's shoulder, signaling her to be quiet and calm. He walked to the wall in front of the bedside table, pressed the warning communicator, and spoke to the vigilant unicorn on the other end:

"Attention Unicorn, there may be rebel assassins infiltrating the mansion. Increase security and notify Ernest to send in additional patrols."

Although he didn't know how Chen had discovered the "assassin" who even the unicorn hadn't noticed, Wayne believed Chen wasn't the type to speak without reason. Since she had rushed over to warn him so urgently, it was best to be cautious. Security at the manor, both overt and covert, needed to be strengthened!

After doing all this, he was still a little uneasy, so he dialed the internal phone on the cabinet and connected with Earl Vincent, who was now temporarily acting as the butler for the entire mansion. He said apologetically:

"Um, could you please get someone to fix the door as soon as possible? Thanks."

In short, be cautious, be extremely cautious, and do not give the enemy the slightest opportunity to take advantage of us.

After making all the arrangements and hanging up the phone, Wayne cautiously glanced out the window to confirm that the entire mansion was "on fire." Satisfied, he turned back, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. Looking at Chen, whose expression was completely blank, he said:

"Alright, Chen, we're safe now!"

The air in the room suddenly seemed to freeze, filled with an eerie atmosphere. After a long while, Chen Cai tilted his head in disbelief and asked:

"Bruce, who were you... calling just now?"

“Unicorn, Ernest, Earl Vincent.”

Wayne counted on his fingers as he spoke.

"what happened?"

"But you are not..."

Before Chen could finish speaking, Ying Weizi appeared at the door in a flash, looked at the bedroom door lying on the ground, and let out a helpless cry.

He strode into the room, grabbed Chen, who seemed to realize something and looked completely bewildered, and shielded her behind him. He then apologized to Wayne, who was behind the bed:

“Your Highness Wayne, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The princess was just a little impatient. Please don’t be angry. I… no, Dragon Gate will pay for this door.”

Zijin really wanted to declare with great fanfare, "I'll pay for it," but unfortunately, he didn't have that much money on him. This wooden door clearly wasn't cheap; as for the expense report... let's leave it to Lord Wei.

Anyway, Lord Wei is rich, so even if you try to fleece him, he won't be ruined.

He just hoped that Wayne, whose rest had been rudely disturbed, wouldn't be angry. You see, this young master was no pushover. Not only did he easily control a duke with a few words, but because of him alone, that green-haired, somewhat handsome Felin, the Lateran musketeers, and their Great Yan shadow guards almost suffered a triple defeat in Victoria's northern border, allowing the unicorn to later pick off the losing end.

Such a cunning and calculating person is prone to mood swings and ruthless indifference. If they were truly angered, severing Princess Chen's relationship with him would be a minor matter; they're still in Wayne's stronghold...

Yingwei Zijin had absolutely no confidence that he could safely escape with the princess amidst the encirclement.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

Wayne waved his hand, both amused and exasperated, thinking to himself, "What kind of show are you two putting on? Are you playing a tabletop role-playing game here? A newbie recklessly kicks down the door to the final boss, and a seasoned investigator frantically rushes in to save the day?"

Unfortunately, Wayne, the final boss, really didn't have any bad intentions. He sat on the edge of the bed, gestured for the two of them to sit down, and said:

"What happened? I heard there were assassins in the mansion. Tell me slowly."

"There were no assassins!" Yingwei Zijin hurriedly explained.

Wayne cast a questioning glance at Chen, who was standing to the side.

Chen took a deep breath, looked at Wayne, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Bruce, why do those people outside listen to you?"

Wayne scratched his head and replied, puzzled:

"Because I'm the boss here."

"you are?"

“I am a prince, Victoria, Prince of Wales – Wayne Bruce.”

Chen couldn't catch his breath and couldn't help but raise his fist and punch Wayne in the chest. Under Ying Weizi's expression of utter despair, he pushed Wayne down onto the bed, straddled Wayne, and punched Wayne in the chest again and again.

"Ugh, you tricked me, didn't you? You tricked me, didn't you!"

Wayne blocked the fist that looked fierce but actually had little strength, and said with a wry smile, "What did I lie to you about?"

"You still don't know what you lied to me about!"

"I didn't lie to you... Ah, okay, I'm sorry, I surrender!"

Why are you apologizing?!

"I... "

I don't know why I apologized, but my emotional intelligence tells me that I should apologize now.

Moreover, seeing Inspector Chan so sullen, embarrassed, and more coquettish than angry for the first time, Wayne is now experiencing a bittersweet feeling.

As for that bizarre pose of Lu Zhishen punching Zhen Guanxi, Wayne swore he had never made that connection.

At the doorway, Ying Weizi lowered his hand, suddenly feeling like an outsider.

Did I misunderstand something?

His Highness Wayne seems...not angry, right? But isn't Princess Chen "attacking" him?

Is this what young people call flirting?

The young people these days are getting old, too old, they can't keep up with the times.

In an instant, Ying Weizi's imposing aura seemed to have aged considerably. He silently left the room and stood guard at the door, where he encountered Earl Vincent, who was carrying a toolbox and running upstairs, and stopped him.

"what are you doing?"

Count Vincent paused, showed the briefcase in his hand, and said:

"I'll fix the door."

"Leave it to me." The shadow guard reached out, wanting to take the toolbox.

Count Vincent instinctively tried to decline, saying, "No, no, no, how could I trouble my guest with such a thing..."

Ying Weizi's aura intensified, and he said forcefully:

"Let me fix it!"

"it is good!"

Taking the box and shooing Count Vincent downstairs, Yingweizi stood by the door, looking at the two people in the room, and took a breath.

Just kidding, how could I possibly let you disturb the princess and the prince?

.....

"Don't you know I'm royalty?"

Finally stopping his wild, erratic punches, Chen jumped off Wayne, his face flushed. Wayne, clutching his chest, got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Having roughly understood Chen's intentions, he shrugged helplessly.

"You didn't tell me either!"

Chen picked up the school uniform jacket that had accidentally fallen to the ground and put it on. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tidied his long hair, which had become messy from his emotional excitement and vigorous movements.

Even if I hadn't told you, the fact that you can conjure up so many things in your mind and connect them all is quite an impressive ability.

Muttering a curse to himself, Wayne felt it necessary to stop Chen, the purest being on Terra, from becoming a mind reader of riddles. He placed his hand on Chen's shoulder, looking at Chen, whose face was flushed but whose gaze met his without fear, and said firmly:

"Chen, don't overthink it. This is based on my own experience."

"Some things, if you don't say them out loud, others won't understand. So, if you have any thoughts, just say them, okay?"

"Why bring this up all of a sudden..."

Chen's eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist and turned his head away.