Chapter 88 Moving, Housekeeper
Sidney's ancestral home is located at 11 Jazz Road, West London.
Like all nature believers who get close to nature, the three-story mansion is located in a vast park surrounded by green forests. The exterior is mainly made of stone walls, which may seem unprepossessing, but in fact, the interior decoration is luxurious and full of classical aristocratic style. Son.
The black car entered the gate of the house, walked through the tree-lined road and stopped at the gate.
After Wayne got out of the car, he walked around the three-story house.
According to Heaphy, Sidney was unfortunately admitted to the hospital for therapy due to mental problems. When the church handed over the work, it was unexpectedly discovered that this thrifty priest had problems with taxes and the unknown source of his huge wealth.
The church had the courage to investigate and took the initiative to report the matter to the tax department. After some operations, the evidence was conclusive, and Sidney's ancestral home was sealed and handed over to the legal department for auction.
A public auction conducted in-house only.
A low-key rich second generation named "Wayne" took the property rights and went through the entire process at the speed of light. All the property and other documents were well-documented. His private property was sacred and inviolable.
Wayne: When did I attend the auction and when did I sign?
Heaphy: This is the deed.
Wayne: Yes, that's me!
As a human being, you can’t care too much, especially you can’t get to the bottom of things. You must pretend to be stupid when you should.
Wayne said that he was not pretending to be stupid, he was really stupid, and if there is a next time, please consider him first.
There is no other meaning, he likes to suffer losses.
"Master Wayne."
Hearing a familiar voice from behind, Wayne turned around and saw the monocle butler Fula. He was immediately overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to give him a hug.
"Fra, it's really you."
"Yes, Fra Elihor will work for you starting from today." Fra' bent down slightly, straightened up and straightened Wayne's slightly messy clothes.
Wayne opened his hands, willing to be tormented by the other party, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
As the saying goes, one day without seeing is like three autumns. He and the housekeeper were separated for 28 days, 16 hours and 34 minutes. Rounding it off, it was a hundred years. I missed the housekeeper to death.
"As expected, Furla is still the best. I feel at ease with you here."
Wayne was filled with emotion and once again defended Furla.
Megan is very good, but the impression she left on him is not related to that of a butler. She has good looks, a good figure, and a good temperament. She is more like the president's personal secretary than a butler.
The president calls when something happens, and the secretary calls when nothing happens.
Going off topic, what Wayne meant was that Megan was so beautiful that every time he stood with Auston, he couldn't help but look at them with colored eyes.
Teacher Xifei is not only the high priest of the Church of Nature, she also has bright green short hair.
Fula is different, every word, every move, every part of her body is the benchmark of a housekeeper.
Wayne liked him best.
Wayne's love for Fula was unabashed, heartfelt and passionate. When Fula saw it, his old heart couldn't help but tremble a few times.
When he was in Enlord Town, Wayne had complained for Furla, thinking that he was far better than Megan and the best steward of the Landau family. He said that he would mention this in front of Alston after returning to London. We should try to get Fra to be transferred back to Lundam.
Fula had some expectations, but she was afraid that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment, so she didn't expect too much.
Unexpectedly, within a month, he received a call to be transferred back to Lundan.
Heaphy told Fula on the phone that she would no longer serve Alston when she returned to Lundam. The new owner was Wayne, who liked the idea of a new house. When choosing the housekeeper, he had to name Fula.
Fula is very honored to be recognized by Wayne. She will die for her confidant and is willing to devote the rest of her life to the new master.
but……
Got a call from Auston.
Fula was a little confused at the moment. Wayne was an excellent master, and so was Auston. He was caught between the old and new masters, and he didn't know how to choose.
"Fra, when did you come?" Wayne walked into the big house and saw four familiar strong women, each of whom gave them a hug after a long separation.
Time seems to have returned to a month ago, and he likes this new home.
"I arrived in Lundan early this morning. I am counting your assets."
Fula picked up the registration form on the side, which recorded the property of Wayne Mansion in detail, and all the categories were clearly planned.
This is called professionalism!
Wayne gave a thumbs up and said sincerely: "Don't tire yourself, the days are still long, and there is plenty of time to count slowly, and put on the hot pot first. You don't even know, the 28 days, 16 hours and 36 minutes I left you, dog I eat whatever I want, and my life is miserable.”
Fula smiled and said nothing. This should not be said nonsense. As far as he knew, Wayne attended the family dinner as a young master.
Wayne had just arrived at his new home and didn't know where he was going. Fula had prepared all morning in advance and introduced Wayne from top to bottom. There was nothing he didn't know about the home.
"You are so professional. I can't imagine how I can live without you in the future."
An hour later, the maid prepared hot pot and rice, and Wayne warmly invited several people to sit down and have a meal together.
Fola refused to have lunch on behalf of the four maids, but under Wayne's threat of a hunger strike, the housekeeper and maids had lunch with the new owner.
After the meal, Fula continued to count his assets. His decades of professionalism made him have extremely high requirements for himself.
His workload is very heavy, not only to verify one by one against the legal bills, but also to re-evaluate the value of each item.
He personally confirms everything from the floor space of the mansion, the distribution ratio of the mansion to the garden, down to the furniture, furnishings and artwork, even the number of steps on the stairs, to ensure that the owner's interests are not infringed.
At the same time, when the owner asks questions, he must answer them as soon as possible.
Wayne didn't have such trouble. He entered the office study, took out a key given to him by Heaphy, opened the desk drawer and spread out several drawings one by one.
Wayne's new home is a magical fortress, a magical creation painstakingly created by a golden mage. Its intrinsic value far exceeds the auction price.
If it weren't for Heaphy's secret manipulation as the high priest, and the face of the Landau family, Wayne would have been able to put it on the shelf and take pictures at the speed of light...
Well, the rent arrears for his detective agency was paid by Veronica.
The mansion has several magical defenses, from the outermost woods to the triple defense at the core. The layers are tight and watertight, and Xifei calls them impregnable.
The word "impregnable" has been abused, and if we look into the reasons, it's all someone's fault.
There were so many jokes on this topic that Wayne stopped mocking the other person. He memorized the drawings in his mind and prepared to try them one by one in the dead of night.
Let’s not talk about the outermost natural protective barrier. It is a sharp weapon for Qing Xiaobing. The strong one cannot stop it, and the weak one is used as fertilizer.
The three core defenses are the six-pointed star, the cross star, and the three-pointed star, which correspond to black forging, silver, and gold according to the magic level. If Sidney had not stopped at the golden mage, he would probably have added the life force field of the legendary mage.
Wayne picked up the phone on his desk and called Veronica, telling her to write down her phone number and contact her frequently if anything happened. He also did a favor and told Willie and Chris that they could contact him directly by calling this number.
The owner of the mansion was changed from Sidney to Wayne to prevent harassment from Sidney's old phone, and the original phone number was also changed.
After a while, Wayne received a call from Willie. The Sun Goddess believer was full of energy and excited to come to Wayne's house to spend the night tonight.
And a big meal!
Seeing that she was in high spirits, Wayne was also a little sexually excited.
It's a pity that I can't get an erection.
After that, Wayne received calls from Veronica and Chris one after another. Tonight, the three magical girls will come to the house in a group and will bring gifts to congratulate him.
There is no need to give any big gifts, they are all friends, and being too polite would seem offensive. If you are really serious, you can just dig into the larger package yourself.
After ending the call, Wayne found his housekeeper, Fra. The detective agency's party was moved to his new home. There were three female guests in the evening, so remember to buy more dishes. By the way, he called a truck. While it was still early, he moved the detective agency's home over today.
There are a lot of things in the detective agency, ignore the sprouting potatoes, there are a lot of objects that have to be moved.
Maybe 99% of it won't be used, and everything will be updated with Fra, but Wayne is reluctant to throw it away and thinks about putting it in a warehouse, just in case it is used in the future.
The housekeeper worked very efficiently and asked the two maids and Wayne to move to the detective agency. The truck had already set off and would arrive at its destination before them.
…
Wayne Detective Agency.
Wayne opened the door and walked in, pointed to the bookshelf in the office, and asked the two maids to pack the boxes and arrange for them to be delivered to the new detective agency on the commercial street tomorrow.
In the past, Wayne's food and accommodation were all in the detective agency, and there was no other option due to limited conditions. In the future, work and life will be separated, and the items from the detective agency will be sent to his new home and the commercial street respectively.
Visual items such as books, old detective agency files, etc. will be sent to the shopping street, while personal items will be packed and sent to the new home.
For example, he has placed the diary in the bedroom.
There is no other meaning. After all, it is personal privacy and it is not safe to leave it in the study.
There is also the bed on the third floor where Veronica slept one night. It is not easy to dispose of it casually. It is not suitable to throw it away and it is not of much use to keep it. So it should be packed up and sent to the new home.
Forget about the bed that Willy slept on. She was still a big-muscled girl at that time. Wayne thought the quilt was smelly, so he asked the maid to move it to the backyard, stuff it into a cement bucket and burn it directly.
There were also the original spellcasting materials in the archives, as well as a photo poster of actress Lily Hayworth. After struggling for 0.25 seconds, Wayne decisively packed it up and sent it to his new home.
It seems useless, but there is no guarantee that it will come in handy in the future and be kept in the warehouse.
When dealing with the bedroom on the second floor, Wayne picked out a few decent clothes and asked the maid to send the rest, including the sheets and quilts, to the backyard for burning.
When he opened the bed, Wayne found a black suitcase in the middle of the bed.
The maid was lighting the fire in the backyard, Abin was sleeping on the ground floor, and Wayne was unpacking his suitcase on the second floor.
Radio!
A binary communication tool that emits a beeping code sound when connected to a power source and the user manually presses the button.
Wayne had only seen this thing in movies before, and its users usually had two images: a heroic and handsome operator on the righteous side, and an enemy spy with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks or red lips and wavy lips on the evil side.
"I am so handsome and must be on the right side..."
A drop of cold sweat fell on Wayne's forehead, and he closed the suitcase shivering. After three seconds, he changed his position and opened it again.
The radio station is still the same radio station, and it will not become something else just because it is opened in a different way.
Bang!
Wayne slammed the suitcase shut and refused: "No way, absolutely impossible."
He paced back and forth in the empty bedroom and said to himself: "I used to be an idle third-rate detective. As a detective, it is normal to have your own radio station. I was afraid of being misunderstood so I hid it under the bed..."
"It makes sense, that's it!"
"It must be like this!"
Wayne found a reason to comfort himself and was immediately overjoyed: "A third-rate spy with no skills, ah, a third-rate detective. He only knows how to buy peripherals and write pornographic books. How come there are so many messy settings? Don't think about it. It's for sure." I’m overthinking it.”
"Mr. Wayne, where will this box be sent?" the maid asked standing at the door.
"Sent to a new home..."
Wayne felt a sudden panic in his heart that his secret had been discovered. He waved his hands and said: "Forget it, I will handle the boxes myself, and I will clean the second and third floors myself. You can go to the office on the first floor to see if there is anything missing. "
The maid obeyed the order and left. Wayne was already sweating on his forehead. The sudden setting made him unprepared. Even though it had nothing to do with him, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Spies need to keep in touch. I haven't used the radio for so long and they haven't come to my house to look for me..."
Wayne fell silent mid-sentence.
A pure passerby, it has not been easy to find him in recent months.
"It doesn't matter. I have entered the magical world and am no longer an ordinary person. The grudges and grudges in the world have nothing to do with me." Wayne frowned. He is him, and his original body is his original body. He just happened to take advantage of this move. Say goodbye to the past once and for all.
Besides, he is already a magician, can the other party still come after him?
Give you a cement bucket!
Wayne checked the bedroom and the archives room on the second floor to make sure there were no suspicious items. He went to the backyard and buried the suitcase in the ground, telling Abin to hide it.
He doesn't want his past identity, now he only wants to make money and magic.
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Wayne House.
Wayne sat on the sofa in the living room with a melancholy look on his face. The new setting came too suddenly. In this war-shrouded background, he was afraid that someone would come to give him a pair of silver bracelets one day.
"Looking on the bright side, the intelligence agency in Windsor understands everything. It's just a joke. As long as I don't tell it, no one will know..."
"Mr. Wayne, are you concerned?" Former Windsor intelligence agent and housekeeper Fura stood beside Wayne at some point while holding a pot of black tea.
"There is something on my mind."
Seeing Fula, Wayne felt inexplicably relieved and asked for help: "Butler, have you ever been in an embarrassing situation..."
"I don't know how to describe it. Because my identity is very complicated, I don't care, but I still don't care. I'm afraid to express my feelings. I don't want it but I don't know who to turn to to say no."
Fu La's heart pounded, and the hand that poured the black tea shook slightly. After a while, he said bitterly: "Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to know so soon."
What,
know what?
Do we know what we mean?
Fra, are you having another master behind my back?
Wayne raised his eyebrows, took the black tea and sniffed it under his nose, and said solemnly: "Yes, I know everything. Just tell me. There are no outsiders."
"As expected of you, you discovered it so quickly. I thought I could hide it for a while at least."
Fola stood beside Wayne, lowering his head like a student who made a mistake: "I'm very sorry. Before returning to Lundan, Mr. Alston asked me..."
"Wait a minute, the title is wrong. I don't want to hear you call others master." Wayne raised his hand to interrupt, and Fula's name to Auston made him feel heavy on his forehead.
"Mr. Alston has contacted me. He asked me to continue serving the Landau family and treat him as my master in the future. I will report your every move to him at any time." Fula did not hide anything. He did not want to lie to his master.
"Did you agree?"
"Promise."
Fula's face turned gloomy. He had lost the trust of his master. As expected, it was time to take the train back to Enlord Town tonight.
"Then did you hesitate?"
"There are some."
"Enough!"
Wayne stood up, straightened Fura's collar, and said with a smile: "The days are still long, maybe you still belong to him now, but sooner or later I will take you back with my own hands."
"But……"
Fula was so moved that even so, Wayne still dared to trust him.
"I couldn't have asked for a better steward than you..."
"Mr. Landau can live without you, but I can't!"
(End of chapter)