Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 415 - 192: I’ll report to His Majesty and have you charged with the grave crime of disrespect.

Chapter 415: Chapter 192: I’ll report to His Majesty and have you charged with the grave crime of disrespect.

November 24th.

At the Cathedral train station, in the waiting hall.

The investigation team of twenty-odd people, carrying suitcases, readied themselves to board the train.

Leading them were Sir Wayne, Secretary Mona, with the remaining members all coming from the Magic Department’s Investigation Division.

Being a subordinate department of the Magic Department, it was actually outsourced, paid by Austin’s funds to serve the Magic Department, without any official establishment, hence, the so-called temporary workers.

Wayne, as the heir to the Randao Family, round up, was essentially their boss.

The abilities of this group varied, including clerical staff like accountants, bodyguards skilled with firearms, and mages trained with Austin’s money.

It sounds like a private militia of a landowning family.

In reality, it’s not.

Times have changed, we now live under a constitutional monarchy, there are no more large landowners or powerful families; private armies are out of the question, Austin calls it a security company.

Similar temporary workers exist in other Tulip Families to varying extents, because the fields that the families are involved in are different, resulting in a diverse composition of temporary workers.

It’s all about being flexible!

For instance, the Collins Family, which focuses on magic; Ivette, as a Legendary Mage, teaches students who in turn have their own students;

The Fleming Family, involved in the military, where generals promote meritorious warriors, who would then bravely lead in the name of their benefactors;

And the Julian Family, selling tobacco and lottery tickets, their industrial chain stretches no smaller than the Randao Family’s, truly achieving a scenario where millions of laborers rely on them for their livelihoods.

Every Tulip Family has spawned its own ecosystem, an exceedingly complex interest group. Because times have changed, this system isn’t bureaucratic; it represents emerging democracy, it has overturned the rule of the aristocracy and stands truly progressive, adapting and emerging with the times.

But back to the main story, Wayne, with his secretary on one side and his dog on the other, peered around, searching for the highly probable presence of Little Mustache.

If his guess was right, Little Mustache had once again escaped from prison.

Should he call to report the escape this time?

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The dog was a Doberman, Ah Bin, the top loyal dog under Wayne’s command.

As a knight, on the orders of the Old Buddha to raid homes and execute decapitations, he brought along a dog and an owl to make up the court’s pair of Hawk Hounds for the occasion.

The owl was Snowy Owl, the former pet of the Sun Goddess, now named Ah Xue, a type of feline animal that is active during the day.

It was pure white with nothing to hide, so it stayed in a cage that Mona carried.

The dog was a real Undead Hound.

No matter day or night, taking it out for a walk would be a surefire spooky event.

Having seen the Magic Department’s Dragon Blood Modification and the Moonlight Church’s twin artificial beings, Wayne no longer hesitated to walk around with Ah Bin.

To ensure it wouldn’t be mistaken for the Death Knight’s Undead Hound, Wayne had performed a skin-changing surgery on Ah Bin.

He cut off a piece of his own flesh to fill in Ah Bin’s undead skeleton, then used moonlight for skin, nature for hair, and sunlight for beautiful pupils—a three-step beauty regime. Wayne claimed it was an Elf Dog, and some would believe it.

Mona certainly did.

As the saying goes, what you keep looking for will finally show up. Under Wayne’s expectant gaze, Little Mustache appeared.

He strode over to Wayne with a couple of underlings, walking with an air of disowning any relatives, his face fierce, looking as if he was about to devour someone.

Sensing Little Mustache’s malice, Mona frowned and stepped forward to block his path, while Ah Bin growled low in its throat, baring its sharp fangs.

"No trouble, he’s one of ours."

Patting his buttocks and the dog’s head, Wayne smiled and said, "I owed him some money a while back, and he’s worried I might skip town, so he came looking to collect the debt."

As the heir to the wealthy Randao Family, there was no way Wayne would lack money; no one would believe such a lie.

Mona frowned and said, "Boss, it’s his good fortune to lend you money. This guy is rather ungrateful."

Ah Bin panted heavily, agreeing with the sentiment.

"Lending money isn’t the goal, it’s a means to an end. I have use for this man. You all wait here; I’ll go over and have a word with him."

Wayne handed the leash to Mona and strode towards Little Mustache, spreading his arms wide in welcome as he approached and warmly called out the man’s name, "Little Mustache, long time no see."

"Damn it, I’m not Little Mustache!"

Little Mustache had been arrested three times and each time his superiors bailed him out from the police station. The fact that Wayne hadn’t infuriated him to death showed how robust he was, with a lung capacity far beyond the average person.

He grabbed Wayne by the shoulders and angrily took him to a corner of the waiting hall.

Two underlings, dressed in black with hats and sunglasses, stood aside, warning other passengers to keep their distance.

What was supposed to be a low-profile meeting, thanks to the three of them, suddenly became very conspicuous.

Wayne rolled his eyes. Although he was on his own turf and there was no need to act, as an intelligence operative, perhaps you could respect your professional integrity.

"Wayne, you sure picked a good mountain to lean on!" Little Mustache rousted, it was evident he’d been wanting to beat Wayne for more than a day or two.

"What Wayne? There’s no Wayne here. Watch your tone when you speak."

Wayne opened his coat to show off the Knight Commander Medal pinned to the front of his suit, slapped Little Mustache on the shoulder, and said in a lowered voice, "Standing before you is Sir Wayne. I share laughs with the Queen and also have connections with your top boss, Carmin Fleming. If I were you, I wouldn’t speak so loudly."

Little Mustache shuddered, panting heavily, unable to utter a word, his face flushing red.

"Good, you understand. I don’t want to fall out with you; we both work for the country and have our struggles."