He checked everything from the proportion of land occupied by the manor and the garden to the artwork and furniture arrangements; even the number of steps in the staircase had to be personally confirmed, to ensure the master’s interests were not infringed upon.
At the same time, when the master asked questions, he had to provide answers immediately.
Wayne, on the other hand, had it much easier. He walked into the office study, took out a key Hefei had given him, opened the desk drawer, and spread out several blueprints one by one.
Wayne’s new home was a Magic Fortress, a Magic Creation labored over by a Golden Mage, with an intrinsic value far exceeding its auction price.
If it weren’t for Hefei wielding her power as the High Priest behind the scenes, plus the face of the Lando Family, to quickly list and snap up the property, relying on Wayne alone...
Uh, the overdue rent of the Detective Agency was still paid by Veronica.
The mansion had several layers of Magic Defense, from the outermost woods to the core triple defense, each layer meticulously secure, impregnable, which Hefei called "as solid as a rock."
The phrase "as solid as a rock" had been overplayed, and delving into it, it was all that person’s fault.
The topic had too many jokes, so Wayne refrained from mocking the other party. He memorized the blueprints and planned to try them out one by one during the quiet of the night.
The outermost Naturalist Guardian Barrier wasn’t worth mentioning; it was a handy tool against small fry, strong ones couldn’t be stopped, and weak ones served as fertilizer.
The core triple defense consisted of Hexagram, Crucifix Star, and Triangle Star, corresponding to Black Forge, Silver, and Gold in terms of magic levels. If it wasn’t for Sidney halting at the stage of a Golden Mage, he might have added the Life Force Field of a Legendary Mage.
Wayne picked up the phone on his desk and called Veronica to notify her to write down the phone number, to keep in touch regularly, and to do him a favor by telling Lily, Chris, that they could contact him directly by calling this number.
Since the master of the manor had changed from Sidney to Wayne, to prevent harassment calls from Sidney’s old contacts, the original phone number had been changed as well.
Soon after, Wayne received a call from Lily, a devout believer of the Sun Goddess, brimming with vitality, and ecstatic about spending the night at Wayne’s place.
And she wanted a feast!
Seeing her enthusiasm, Wayne felt some excitement himself.
Unfortunately, excitement wasn’t enough.
Later, Wayne also received calls from Veronica and Chris. Tonight, the trio of Magician Girls planned to visit, bringing gifts to celebrate.
Gifts weren’t necessary; as friends, being too formal would seem distant. If they truly cared, they could just wrap themselves in a big package and come inside that way.
After ending the call, Wayne found the Butler Philark and informed him the Detective Agency’s gathering was moving to the new house, and to remember to set extra place settings for the three female guests that evening.
Also, to call for a truck, as there was plenty of time to move the Detective Agency’s belongings to the new location that day.
The Detective Agency had many things; excluding the sprouting potatoes, there were numerous items that had to be moved.
Perhaps ninety-nine percent of them wouldn’t be useful, but with Philark there, everything would be refreshed, yet Wayne was reluctant to throw them away, figuring it was good to keep them in storage in case they came in handy later.
The butler was highly efficient and arranged for two maids to accompany Wayne to the Detective Agency to move; the truck had already set off and would arrive before them.
Wayne Detective Agency.
Wayne pushed open the door, pointed to the office’s bookshelf, and instructed the maids to pack and box it up, planning to send it the next day to the new Detective Agency on Commercial Street.
In the past, Wayne ate and lived in the Detective Agency due to limited conditions, but from now on, work and life would be separated, and the items in the agency would be sent to both the new home and Commercial Street.
Showcase items like books and the old Detective Agency’s archives would go to Commercial Street, while personal belongings would be boxed and sent to the new home.
For example, his journal, which he had already placed in the bedroom.
No other reason, after all, it’s personal privacy, and it’s not safe to keep it in the study.
As for the bed that Veronica slept on for one night on the third floor, it wasn’t good to dispose of casually. Throwing it away was inappropriate, keeping it was of little use, so it was packed and sent to the new house as well.
Lily’s used bedding, on the other hand, was dismissed; back then she had been quite muscular, and Wayne thought the blankets smelled horrible, so he had the maids take it to the backyard and burn it in a concrete barrel.
In the archive room, there were also casting materials from his previous life as well as posters of the film star Lily Hayworth; Wayne hesitated for 0.25 seconds before decisively packing them to take to his new home.
They seemed useless, but who knows if they would be needed later; best to keep them in storage.
While handling the second-floor bedroom, Wayne picked out a few relatively well-behaved clothes, and told the maids to take the rest along with the sheets and quilts to the backyard to burn.
When lifting the bed, Wayne found a black briefcase in the bed’s hidden compartment.
The maids were burning things in the backyard, Ah Bin was sleeping underground, and Wayne opened the briefcase on the second floor.
A binary communication tool that, when connected to power and operated manually by using buttons, could emit a series of "beep beep beep" Morse code sounds.
Wayne had only seen this contraption in movies; the users were typically portrayed in two images: a righteous, handsome operator, or an evil, skinny or voluptuous enemy spy with a sharp mouth and big waves in their hair.
"I’m so handsome, I must be on the side of righteousness..."
A bead of cold sweat dripped from Wayne’s forehead as he shivered and closed the briefcase, and after three seconds, he tried opening it again with a different approach.
The radio was still a radio, it wasn’t going to change into something else just because he opened it a different way.
Wayne slammed the briefcase shut, denying, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
He paced back and forth in the empty bedroom, murmuring to himself, "I used to be a lazy third-rate detective, and as a detective, having my own radio was completely normal. I hid it under the bed to avoid being misunderstood..."