Chapter Forty-One: Isabella

Wayne seemed to have fried his brain. Long hours of uninterrupted study of theoretical knowledge combined with meditation had drained all his energy, leaving him unable to casually recall the cup sizes of the three beautiful girls.

It took him 0.25 seconds to think!

Wayne spent every day eating, drinking, sleeping, and studying. To catch up with those geniuses, he even compressed his sleeping time, devoting most of his waking hours to study. He could no longer remember the girls' cup sizes, having reached such a level of intense studying.

He was at a point where even the memory of beautiful girls was fuzzy. How could he remember who Hood was?

At first, it sounded like someone's wife had come looking for him!

Come to think of it, there was indeed a Hood-class battleship in service with the Windsor Royal Navy.

Upon returning to the mansion, Wayne found that Hood's call had already ended. He dialed the number provided by the butler and quickly got in touch with Hood.

Hood seemed to have been waiting by the phone.

"Hood, what's the matter?" Wayne asked.

"Mr. Wayne, Wesley is missing. I found myself being followed. To avoid causing you trouble, I didn't come to visit you directly..."

Hood's voice was hoarse, and fatigue was evident in his words. He forced himself to explain his investigation into the Earthheart Sect and informed Wayne of the location of the investigation report, hoping Wayne could help by sending someone to deliver the report to London.

Hood was being followed and couldn't leave the town of Ennolde to deliver the report himself. He also couldn't contact official intelligence agencies due to Wesley's disappearance, unable to find the client to whom the report was commissioned, nor could he go to the sheriff...

Forget it, let's not cause trouble for others.

Wayne was different. With the aura of the Lando family, he was a formidable figure in Hood's eyes.

The two detectives assessed Wayne as having keen observation skills and superlative deductive abilities, combined with a low-key and steady personality, making him the next heir groomed by the Lando family.

Hood believed Wayne had considerable social connections in London's high society and could easily make contact with influential people. By entrusting Wayne to deliver the intelligence, he was confident Wayne would establish contact with the client promptly.

Wayne was unaware of Hood's assumptions. Aside from his name, he found no common ground with the upper class.

He was curious about the investigation report and wanted to peek into the truth of the Void Lord. After a moment of contemplation, he agreed to deliver the report to London. At the same time, he advised Hood to find a place to hide and patiently wait for someone from London to arrive, warning him not to show his face during this period.

Hood did not agree but expressed his willingness to divert attention for Wayne while also trying to find the missing Wesley to prevent any mishaps.

After the call ended, Wayne directed the butler to have someone retrieve the investigation file from the hiding place, ensuring it was a discreet person to avoid being followed.

Before taking any action, Wayne reinforced the defense of the mansion, instructing the butler to send away any strangers immediately.

After ensuring the safety of the mansion, Wayne continued his cultivation. When night fell, the phone in the mansion rang, and a cold voice informed Wayne that she was outside the mansion and asked the snipers to remain calm to avoid accidentally injuring her.

Wayne instructed the butler to welcome the guest inside. The visitor turned out to be a woman, but unlike her cold and elegant voice, she was obese.

She had fair skin and good features, but her obesity overshadowed everything. Looking at her from any angle, she resembled a ball. This left Wayne speechless.

Although judging people by their appearance was wrong, Wayne couldn't help but wonder if his teacher had dialed the wrong number.

"Isabella."

"Wayne."

Wayne politely extended his hand, shaking the woman's fingertips. He invited her to sit down and rest after her long journey from London.

"Feel free to call me by my name. Also, I came here on the orders of the priestess from Frank Paris."

"..."

Wayne was stunned. Did his teacher specifically call someone from Frank? Was there any explanation for this?

He vaguely guessed what might have happened. His teacher must have faced some trouble in London.

Isabella was cold and straightforward, not one for small talk. Wayne and she exchanged a few words, but they couldn't find any common ground. He glanced at the time and invited her to dine in the dining room.

As she had hurried over, she probably hadn't eaten yet. Fortunately, the butler had prepared everything in advance.

At the dining table, Wayne witnessed a scene of gluttony. He was probably not even close to Isabella's appetite when he was cursed. The way she devoured the food was astonishing.

The butler had prepared, but not enough.

"May I ask, have you been cursed?" Wayne asked curiously.

Isabella wiped the rice from her face and put it in her mouth. "No, this is my magic!"