Chapter 315 Frequent Fires in the Magic Department

"Why, cat got your tongue?"

Austin glanced disdainfully at the little trash bin, recalling his own reflection from last year; he knew this little punk was a playboy just like him in his younger days, always charging ahead at the sight of a beautiful woman.

The difference was, he had money back in his youth, while Wayne only had potatoes. He had turned over a new leaf later, whereas Wayne followed his path into the darkness.

"What can I say, that you've got me wrong, would you believe that? After all, in your mind, I am just a little pervert."

No, not little.

"Even if I say it, you might still not believe me, even if it's about the Princess and her fiancée both—I still feel wronged."

Wayne waved his hand, "It's not a matter of how many, it's about feelings. The princess isn't my type; her heart is too wild. I prefer someone a bit simpler."