Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 62 - 59 Ah Bin’s Friend

62: Chapter 59 Ah Bin’s Friend

62 -59 Ah Bin’s Friend

Night, Lundan.

The grand cathedral train station.

The luxury train slowly came to a stop, and passengers got off one by one, while the servants who had been waiting on the platform boarded the train to carry their masters’ luggage.

Wayne remembered Hefei’s warning, returned to Lundan alone, did not contact anyone, and quietly walked out of the station with his suitcase in hand.

Looking at the fog-enshrouded night, he took a deep breath in front of the taxi.

Lundan, I’m back!

The Fire Element within him sensed the intense fluctuation of emotions and rejoiced exuberantly.

Wayne narrowed his eyes, three months ago, he had been forced to leave Lundan in a sorry state, but now he had transformed and was no longer that naive and cute rookie.

“Times have changed, starting from today, no one can speak to me loudly…”

“Hey, the taxi’s here, if you’re not getting on let someone else do so, there’s a line behind you!”

The scene zoomed out to show dozens of people queuing up at the station entrance, with Wayne first in line, not getting into the available cab and spacing out, drawing collective discontent, with each person speaking louder than the last.

Wayne nodded repeatedly in apology and gloomily pulled open the door and got into the cab.

He told the driver the address and asked him to hurry up while showing off his local identity, warning the driver not to take him on a roundabout route under his watchful eye.

Otherwise, he would make him grow grass on his ass!

As the taxi left the station entrance, Wayne turned around and raised a middle finger to the rear window, muttering about how fussy everyone was, lacking any patience.

“What kind of quality is this!”

Wayne curled his lips; that last bit didn’t count, starting now, no one could speak loudly to him.

In the backseat of the taxi, Wayne closed his eyes for a light rest, his thoughts wandering as he sensed the distribution of the Four Elements in a state of meditation.

Three months ago, he knew nothing, not even qualifying as a beginner, and only now did he notice that the Four Elements present in Lundan were exceptionally abundant, deserving to be called a sacred place for a Mage’s cultivation.

However, the pervasive fog was a major problem; when sensing through meditation, it felt like his thoughts were trapped in a quagmire, tightly enveloped by some indescribable, viscous substance.

Wayne couldn’t describe the sensation; it was like, well, swimming, where resistance met him from every direction.

In Wayne’s perception, the fog was alive, fearing light, even the street lamps used for night-time illumination could disperse it.

The fog actively avoided the light and tentatively probed, with thin tendrils twitching at the edges of the mist.

The Four Elements avoided the fog, unwilling to mingle with it, gathering in large numbers under the lights like night-flying insects drawn to a lamp.

Wayne nodded to himself, the nights of Lundan were very conducive to meditation, regardless of the situation of the Four Elements during the day, at night they would compress at a very high density in one place, and a sweep of his senses would gather a mouthful, making meditation efficiency more than ten times higher than in Enrold Town.

Wayne didn’t immediately start plundering the Four Elements, he kindly rejected the proactive Fire Element and criticized its shameful behavior of betrayal for glory.

Lundan is a big city with many watchful eyes; it’s better to keep a low profile to avoid being mistaken for a villain.

Wayne knew his situation very well, as long as he opened his arms, massive amounts of the Fire Element would overwhelm earth, water, and wind to join him.

You couldn’t chase them away!

It would cause a commotion, drawing unnecessary attention.

Hefei asked Wayne to keep a low profile, and Veronica and other acquaintances were also off-limits.

The teacher wouldn’t command this without reason; there must be a rationale behind it, and Wayne took the advice, deciding to find a place undisturbed for meditation.

The Detective Agency was definitely not an option; he couldn’t think of a suitable place for the time being, so he weighed whether a warehouse district or the dock would be more appropriate.

But first, he had to meet Ah Bin.

The dog had been roaming free for three months, running wild every night, knowing Lundan far better than he did; there might be better suggestions.

Wayne contacted Ah Bin through The Book of Greed, asking him to wait at the Detective Agency and to calm down for the night without wandering around.

Ah Bin responded to Wayne’s call with a whine, conveying a sense of grievance; it slept in the backyard during the day and never left the Detective Agency at night, except for the occasional venture out to bite an enemy, which was incredibly dutiful; it had been a long time since it last roamed outside.

Wayne soothed him a little and fed him a large amount of Magic Power, letting Ah Bin have a feast.

…

The Detective Agency.

After Wayne got out of the car, he looked at his watch and by the duration, the taxi driver did take him on a roundabout way.

“In this materialistic society, there aren’t many honest people like me anymore…”

He sighed, circumvented the Detective Agency’s main gate, and nimbly vaulted over the encircling wall into the backyard.

Ah Bin wagged his tail and approached.

Not having seen Wayne for three months, he looked even more handsome, and Ah Bin’s physique had become increasingly robust.

The fog over his body condensed nearing solidity; his muscles were well-developed and powerful, his black fur glossy and shiny, indistinguishable from an ordinary Doberman, only under strong light could one glimpse the skeleton through the ghostly body.

Wayne patted the dog’s head, his palm gathering a wisp of Magic Power which he handed over.

Ah Bin’s tail whipped out afterimages, he stuck out his tongue and licked up the Magic Power, then continued licking Wayne’s palm eagerly.

His body could freely shift between ethereal and solid; the cool tongue licking prompted Wayne to burst into laughter, and as he rubbed the dog’s head, he playfully twisted the floppy spirit ears upright.

Indeed, Dobermans look more handsome with erect ears, their gaze much fiercer.

Tail docking, however, should be avoided—it suppresses the dog’s nature, which is misguided.

Ah Bin wasn’t fond of having his ears upright and nudged Wayne’s hand a couple of times causing the perked ears to droop back down.

Wayne didn’t insist, as long as the dog was happy.

“Ah Bin, do you know of any desolate and secluded places in Lundan where, come nightfall, there’s not a soul around for miles?”

Wayne opened the back door of the Detective Agency, leading Ah Bin inside; absent for three months, dust had settled on the desks, chairs, and bookshelves.

He set down his suitcase, flipped through his journal, the last entry dated March 20th—he needed to find time to fill in the gap.

Wayne had it all figured out, this section would be about local customs; a positive and optimistic youth, diligently pursuing his dream, trekked to a poverty-stricken town, bringing knowledge, joy, and hope to the townspeople and injecting life into the stagnant waters.

On the day of his departure, the townspeople walked with him for miles, reluctant to leave, the tears welling in the young man’s eyes blurred his vision multiple times.

That’s how it should be written!

Ah Bin could not speak, but communicated mentally with Wayne through the contract of The Book of Greed, “I’m not very familiar with Lundan.

I’ve hardly gone out over the past three months, but I have a friend who likes to stay in quiet places.

She might be able to provide some insight.”

“A friend?!”

A string of question marks floated above Wayne’s head—who was brave enough to befriend an Undead Feral Hound in the dead of night?

A mage?

Ah, and it’s a Lady Mage, no less!

Wayne raised an eyebrow, instructing Ah Bin to set up a meeting as he wanted to meet her.

If they didn’t meet, that’d be even better; a few suggestions would suffice, he just wanted to know of places where no one would show up even if he screamed his lungs out.

“No need for an appointment, just call and she’ll come.”

“That easy, what’s her name?”

“Yuliya.”

“Yuliya, what a nice name; sounds pretty just by hearing it,” Wayne nodded happily.

“Indeed.”

Ah Bin bobbed his head, from the perspective of the undead aesthetics, Yuliya had excellent bone structure, truly a magnificent and striking mare.

A ripple of soul vibration spread out, echoing like ripples on water, piercing through the mist to create a resonance, spreading at a low frequency imperceptible to humans…

Moments later, Ah Bin received a response.

“Master, she’s here, in the backyard.”

“That was quick!”

Wayne straightened his clothes, the grooming from Butler Philark at play, subconsciously minding his appearance when facing a lady, to avoid making her uncomfortable.

In the backyard, Wayne pushed open the door and upon seeing the Lady Mage’s features, his smile froze.

There was no Lady Mage, only a robust Undead Warhorse.

Chilled light enveloped the bones, dressed in saddle and bridle, with jagged teeth interlocking, black smoke curling around, and breath exhaling purple flames.

Wayne: (◞)ﾟдﾟ(◟)

What the heck, Ah Bin, what kind of dodgy friends have you made out there!

This, is this really a friend you just bring home?!