Mentioning this, Wayne immediately thought of Dean Schrödinger, hoping the Ancient Silver Coin would be quickly recovered and returned to its rightful owner.
"There’s another thing, I have limited time. I can teach you combat skills but can’t be here for your practice all the time, you need to put in your own effort to improve,"
Hefei glanced at the two and reminded, "In the subsequent sparring, you are allowed to fight back, it won’t be a turn-based situation anymore where you just take hits without retaliating. Be mindful of your strength to avoid turning this into a farce."
Both nodded obediently, indicating that they would control themselves.
Wayne Manor, study room.
After finishing tutoring, Chris hesitated, seemingly having something on her mind.
Seeing her , Wayne felt a pang of anxiety, thinking his promotion to a Silver Mage had been exposed.
"Senior Sister, is there something troubling you?"
"It’s not exactly troubling, The Church has assigned a task..."
Chris’s face turned red, embarrassed as she said, "Recently, The Church is planning to build a new library in Lundan and asked us to mobilize our connections to gather funds. The profits will be evenly distributed among the investors. I was wondering if you’d be interested?"
"Umm, it should be able to."
Persuading someone so euphemistically, it’s bound to be a loss.
Wayne raised his hand to his chin, giving Chris a critical look that made her blush and her gaze flit away.
Definitive proof, it’s a loss-making endeavor.
The Moonlight Church is short on cash and plans to pull in some sponsorship. Chris thought of him first rather than Veronica from the Royal Family. Wayne appreciated this, not regretting the effort he made to consistently pick her up from school.
Still, not earning any money equates to being a sucker. Does he look that gullible?
All these weren’t the main point. The main point was that The Moonlight Church was constructing a new library, which, upon deeper analysis, revealed a substantial opportunity.
Building a new library was just a facade; the deeper intention was to expand their influence by establishing a new stronghold. With The Moonlight Church already having a stronghold in Lundan, another one seemed redundant.
Looking beyond the surface, it seemed less like expanding influence and more like an upgrade. The scale of The Moonlight Church in Lundan was about to undergo a transformation, akin to the current scale of the Naturalism Church—on top of existing Priests, a High Priest would be appointed.
Interesting. No wonder The Moonlight Church needed funds. It must have cost them a lot to persuade the Royal Family.
From Wayne’s understanding of Windsor, the Royal Family had signed agreements with several Churches to elevate the status of the Life Alliance and suppress Heavenly Father’s Court, ensuring the Royal Family’s absolute rule amid the constraints of multiple forces.
What happened for the Royal Family to agree to the expansion of The Moonlight Church? Was it related to the arrival of the Thousand-Eyed Demon?
Wayne pondered a lot and finally nodded, "Senior Sister, you’ve come to me, how could I disappoint you? Name a price, how much is needed?"
Chris wavered, whispering, "There’s a chance to make money, but also a risk of losing it. Wayne, maybe you should think it over."
Good girl, that’s not how you ask for sponsorship.
If it were anyone else, they would have taken the opportunity to make some indecent requests, ultimately deceiving you into trouble!
Wayne raised an eyebrow, "Whether it makes money or not doesn’t matter, you tutor me every evening, and I should be thanking you. Given our friendship, I’m willing to participate even if it means a loss."
Speaking of tutoring, Chris couldn’t help but complain. It felt like Wayne understood magic theories as soon as she taught them, was able to intuitively apply knowledge elsewhere, and aced every test.
Was there a chance that Wayne could have managed without her tutoring?
Since she was asking for a favor, it wasn’t right to expose Wayne’s little secret. Plus, Wayne’s family snacks were truly delicious, the Butler’s speech was pleasant, and she loved the atmosphere here. It was more relaxed and free than staying at The Church.
"That settles it then. Senior Sister, go back and ask how much more is needed for the new stronghold, I mean, library. If it’s not too much, I’m willing to invest. I can’t lose that much anyway," Wayne said generously.
Chris opened her mouth, "If you know it’s a loss, maybe it’s better not to invest. I’ll go ask around at school, maybe someone there..."
"There’s no need. What if you run into a creep? "
Wayne gestured grandly, "I owe you a lot of favors, like you opened the door to the Magic World for me, tutor me every day, and even the oversight of the stocking products—your effort is behind all of it. Just give me the chance to lose a bit."
Chris pondered, and it seemed to make sense. So, just lose a little?
"By the way, speaking of product oversight, I recently came up with a new fashion design for office-working women and hoped you could be my model," Wayne said, pulling out paper and pencil and sketching.
A white short-sleeved blouse paired with a black suit skirt—the design was refined and stylish, effortlessly imparting a sense of confident femininity suitable for every occasion.
In this era, it was sure to set a fashion trend.
Chris looked at it for a while, then pointing at the black skirt, exclaimed, "Isn’t it too short? It’s above the knee."
It was more than just above the knee; it barely covered the rear, a skirt that, when paired with black stockings, could be stunning.
"That is an indispensable part of the design. You may think it’s useless, I may think it’s useless, but we need to be scientific. We can’t assume anything without seeing the final product on a model to determine the ultimate length of the skirt," Wayne said earnestly, as if he was a knight upholding justice.