"Wayne, what do you think of this story?"
Chris placed a few pages of paper in front of him and leaned her head over, wanting to read them again with him.
A few strands of naughty golden hair slid across Wayne's face, as soft as if a feather was gently scraping his heart.
Wayne stepped back a little, leaned back on the chair, picked up the paper and flipped through it carefully.
[Summary: The story of a young brave man who pulled out the sword from the stone and killed the devil. 】
"..."
Wayne put down the manuscript in his hand, looked at her seriously and said, "I think it's okay."
Chris looked at him blankly.
For some reason, even though the proposal was approved, there was no joy in it.
"Oh." She suddenly reacted, "Then press this."
"No, I object!"
Lawrence came over unhappily, took his script next to him and said, "My story is the best story!"
"So you want to stage a story in front of His Majesty the King where the eldest prince dies and the second prince ascends the throne?" Wayne said without any fluctuations in his tone, "and your two sons will be the leading actors."
"..." Lawrence was speechless for a moment, and then said without giving up: "You can let others play the roles of the two princes."
"Let's vote, the minority obeys the majority." Wayne didn't want to get entangled with him on this kind of issue.
He yelled, “Those who agree with Lawrence’s script, raise your hands!”
In the activity room, everyone else looked over.
However, Lawrence was the only one who raised his hand.
Stupid Oudou~ Reality is always cruel.
Wayne couldn't help but laugh.
"You see, everyone else agreed with Chrissy's script, and it was decided happily."
He put away his things and said to Chris with a smile: "I will still go back later, so you don't have to wait for me to have dinner."
"wait wait wait……"
Chrissy grabbed him.
"Um?"
Wayne looked back slightly confused.
Those beautiful amber eyes stared at him, as if they had something to say.
But after being silent for a long time, she just whispered: "Come back soon."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Wayne's face first faded a little, and then deliberately rose again.
"knew."
——Just perform well like this, no different from before.
Wayne told himself this.
She hopes to have a family, and she will act as a family member.
Just like in the original plot, praise the words you want to praise and pick up the words you want to pick up.
Support her well, set her off, and let her live in a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Even as a family member, I should have fulfilled all my duties perfectly.
Although this disguise is still a bit unbearable, but...
He didn't want to see Chris crying again.
Just thinking about her tears that night, her sad look that was so different from before, made my heart hurt.
Yes, you still like her, right?
If both of them couldn't be happy at the same time, he also hoped that at least Chris could be happy.
——How sad.
However, even if I am such a pathetic person, it is not that no one likes me.
Wayne smiled to himself.
Being around Kareira-san can really make people forget their sorrows.
…
Although he wanted to see Miss Songli, Wayne did not stay in the academy today just to see her.
But to assist his teacher and Senior Sister Olive in magic tracking.
"Wayne, please don't stay too far away from us later." Olive said to him solemnly, "Although there will be other people on site to protect us, it is difficult to determine whether we will meet a more powerful opponent."
"Okay." Wayne nodded.
Now, he is ready to participate in actual combat, but he is still slightly lacking in experience.
Therefore, it is necessary to participate in some such tasks to exercise your adaptability and earn some attendance fees by the way.
In addition, he did not resist the target of this mission-Cirque du Soleil.
When I returned to this place again, it was already cold and solemn.
There were still some undisposed blood stains on the ground, and the placement of some items looked very messy.
Wayne was very impressed by the man he saw when he left, and his intuition told him that this major case was inseparable from him.
However, the results of the investigation were not what he expected.
All the staff of Cirque du Soleil have been detained. After layers of screening by the city guard, the person he mentioned was not found.
"I am Bulwer, temporary commander of the City Guard."
At the scene, Wayne met the current person in charge of the City Guard.
As soon as he saw his face, Wayne remembered that he had had a chance encounter with him.
...also in a sudden murder case.
Thinking of this, Wayne's expression changed.
On that map, among the targets marked with red circles, were there the deceased commander-in-chief and his family? !
He was about to open his mouth when he suddenly remembered that in his capacity he shouldn't know anything about the map.
Bulwer came over specifically to chat with Wayne.
"Mr. Wayne, I heard that you and Miss Chris were also at the scene? Apart from the strange man you mentioned, did you notice anything else wrong? Why did you leave the scene midway so decisively?"
He stared at Wayne with emotionless eyes.
Wayne frowned and said, "I just have a strong feeling, like... there is some monster entrenched in this place."
"At that time, I felt scared just standing here, so I left the venue directly."
"... Before we left, that person even asked us to stay and said that there would be a more exciting show later."
After hearing his words, Bulwer thought for a few seconds and asked again: "So, do you still have that strange feeling at this moment?"
Wayne shook his head.
"Okay, I know."
He was about to turn around and leave when Wayne stopped him.
"Wait, Mr. Bulwer."
When he looked over, Wayne hesitated for a while, and then said: "I remember that the last time I met you was five years ago, during the tragic case of a baron."
He clearly saw Bulwer's pupils shrink.
"I think they all died in the same way of losing control of their magic power. Is there any connection between them?"
Bulwer stood quietly for a while, and then said: "I will pay more attention to this information, and for the time being I will see if I can trace the murderer's magic trail."
Magical tracking is a very profound technique.
If the enemy's strength is equally strong, it is very likely that it will not have any effect.
But Professor Conley naturally did not directly activate the technique in a crude way, but relied on the props he had researched.
Five years ago, it was using this tool to track the transparent magic wave that Olive and Duke Elliot were able to rush to the empty villa late at night.
Later, Professor Conley improved it again, and now the effect of this thing should be more powerful than that of five years ago.
