Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 63 - 60 Even the Dogs Fell Silent
63: Chapter 60: Even the Dogs Fell Silent
63 -60: Even the Dogs Fell Silent
“Master, this is my friend Yuliya.”
Ah Bin phased through the wall into the backyard and, turning to Yuliya, said, “This gentleman is my master.
He just complimented your name as being very melodic and praised you as an elegant lady.”
“Your master has good taste!”
Yuliya snorted, lowering her head slightly to Wayne as a form of greeting.
As the dog and horse communicated silently, Wayne couldn’t hear them, but seeing the Undead Warhorse’s gentle demeanor, he raised his hand to his chest and bowed in return, accepting Ah Bin’s eccentric social circle.
Birds of a feather flock together.
An Evil Spirit Dog making friends with an Undead Horse?
Nothing wrong with that!
Moreover, the Undead Warhorse was just slightly ominous.
Compared to those creepy guys from the Earth Core Cult, it was downright normal.
“Hello, elegant lady, my name is Wayne, Ah Bin’s master.” Wayne said with a smile, instinctively extending his hand before immediately regretting the gesture.
Yuliya, not feeling anything amiss, lowered her head to tap Wayne’s hand lightly, engaging warmly in conversation with him.
[Ding]
[Yuliya sends you a friend request]
Wayne sensed the fluctuation of magic power and mentally responded, establishing a friendship with Yuliya that allowed for smooth communication.
It was like telepathy, or a conversation on a soulful level, but distinct from his contractual connection with Ah Bin.
Encountering a new form of magic piqued Wayne’s curiosity.
He struck up a friendly chat with Yuliya and soon the conversation turned to magic.
Meanwhile, Ah Bin was also talking to Yuliya.
“Yuliya, aren’t you looking for a new master?
Why haven’t you spoken up yet?”
“You can’t rush these things.
Your master seems nice, but it’s our first time meeting.
If I make it too easy for him, he won’t cherish me later.”
“What a hassle.
If you’re too shy to ask, I’ll do it for you.”
Ah Bin was determined to help his master secure this wild little horse and was completely disregarding Yuliya’s hesitation, bluntly revealing the situation to Wayne.
“Your master went missing?!”
Wayne’s eyes widened in shock at the news that Yuliya was considering a new master and decided to give him a chance.
It was truly tragic.
Wayne nearly laughed out loud in sympathy.
Virtue is its own reward, and indeed, the ancients never deceived me.
His good deeds had summoned a little brother with equipment knocking at his door.
“It’s true I’m contemplating it, but you have to pass a test.
Pulling out this sword won’t be easy,” Yuliya coyly said, sounding like she had met a promising young man during a matchmaking session. freewebnøvel.coɱ
You’re not bad, it’s just that, I need to see more.
“But what about your previous master?
He’s only missing, not necessarily dead.
If he comes back one day…”
Wayne suppressed his elation, frowning with logic now prevailing.
“A horse can’t serve two masters.
You’ll have to make a choice, and I don’t want to put you in a difficult position, nor do I want to harbor ill will with your former master.”
“My master isn’t the brightest and won’t mind these details.
If he does get angry, you just need to allow him a few more rides, he’s pretty easy to appease,” Yuliya grumbled.
She didn’t really want to find a new master either, but running around with an empty back didn’t feel right; she wanted something to weigh her down.
Wayne’s mouth twitched.
He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but listening to Yuliya’s complaints, he envisioned a scenario of lovers quarreling.
The woman, unable to put up with the man’s machismo, stormed out of the house and, by chance, found a new flame.
Damn, I’m the new flame!
Wayne raised his hand to his chin to stop the twitching of his mouth.
Forget about being the new flame.
He was a believer in pure love, forever supporting the Pure Love War God’s minotaur-slaying prowess.
But still…
Yuliya’s master was currently in a Schrödinger’s cat situation—dead or alive, it was a toss-up.
If the former master did indeed perish, refusing Yuliya would mean squandering the generous blessing of the heavens.
Torn between choices, Wayne opted for a compromise.
He would selflessly look after Yuliya for a while, at no cost, to spare such a handsome mare from being left astray.
If her previous master ever showed up, Yuliya could always be returned.
This way, Yuliya would merely be honing her skills under his care, with her former master reaping the final benefit.
No minotaur, no flame; everyone is a patron of pure love.
Perfect, I’m a genius!
Wayne nodded repeatedly, obtaining Yuliya’s consent to try pulling out the White Bone Longsword.
Only if he could pull it out would he be worthy; otherwise, everything was just talk.
Just as Wayne touched the hilt of the sword, he had a thought and retracted his hand, “Let’s find a secluded spot first.
If there’s too much commotion, it will make it easier for us to leave.”
—-
The graveyard.
A dim moon, dense fog, ghost lights…
The wind howled, the tree shadows were hazy, and the thick fog crept along the ground, everything was infused with an ominous and terrifying air.
Wayne wanted to find a quiet, deserted corner, and Yuliya took him to the cemetery literally, quiet, with no living souls around.
Wayne choked on his complaint, thinking that Yuliya’s previous master had not much of a brain, and she was no better.
Who would bring someone to a graveyard in the middle of the night?
It was so eerily quiet that it would be startling if someone suddenly spoke.
But Wayne was unfazed by the graveyard and, eager to try, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
“This sword is named Shadowmare, the embodiment of a nightmare, and only my master can draw it.
If you feel discomfort during the process, please let go immediately and don’t force yourself,” Yuliya reminded him.
Wayne raised an eyebrow, willingly fused with The Book of Greed to apply a buff to himself, and then slowly drew the Shadowmare longsword.
A chilling, ice-cold intent to kill spread up his arm, and Wayne sensed an extremely dense aura of decay.
This aura severed all signs of life, representing the most exalted death, and also signified an eternal rest at the end of corruption.
The Book of Greed extended its tendrils and devoured this aura of death.
Near the Great Eyeball, that little eye symbolizing death shone brilliantly, blinking vividly.
Clang!
Wayne drew the sword from its scabbard, and a cold light flickered before his eyes.
The sword’s guard was shaped like white bones, and the pommel was a skull holding a Ruby.
The blade’s material was unclear but gave off a metallic glow.
Looking at the blade, which was supposed to be Shadowmare, it was actually so white that it was gleaming, reflecting his own face like a mirror.
In the reflection, his facial features and skin texture vanished, and the skeleton’s eyes danced with white flames.
Wayne marveled at the sword’s unique traits; he was completely unaware that as he fused with The Book of Greed and gazed at death through the Great Eyeball, the power of decay and eternity seeped into every corner of his body with the help of Shadowmare.
A grey vortex surged, and Wayne’s body turned into white bone.
Black Armor condensed—spaulders, breastplate, vambraces, even the gauntlets…
Dark and ferocious Armor took shape piece by piece, covering his torso and limbs, with a tattered grey cape falling from his shoulders.
The figure of a Skeleton Knight with a face shrouded in black smoke slowly formed.
Wayne felt a coldness throughout his body but no discomfort; instead, his thoughts became exceptionally peaceful, his desires diminished, and he gained an unprecedented level of calm.
At the end of the white bone handle, the Ruby emitted a brilliant crimson light, and an endless force of Death Power poured into Wayne’s skeleton.
Holding this longsword, he felt as if he had an inexhaustible, never-ending source of power.
So strong!
Unreasonably strong!
This was the first time Wayne felt the might of a divine outfit, and it was powerfully direct and without side effects…
Although it seemed to have serious side effects, the Skeleton Armor was just a layer of skin; if he put down the White Bone Longsword, he would still be that warm-blooded, righteous young man.
“Master…”
Yuliya watched this scene with bated breath.
Seeing Wayne draw the Death Knight’s sword, with the same design as her former master, she became incredibly excited, knelt on her forelegs, and called Wayne her master.
As for her previous master, Yuliya thought it was better to choose somebody admirable.
As a warhorse, she couldn’t go bareback; she needed to carry something, at least.
Ah Bin wagged its tail furiously—indeed, Master Wayne was unique.
Only he could draw this sword.
That was great; Ah Bin could now be friends with Yuliya forever.
Yuliya had gone too long without a rider and was eager for Wayne to ride on her for a few laps, kneeling on her forelegs and asking him to mount, rather impatiently.
Wayne grabbed the front part of the saddle with one hand and stepped into the stirrup to take a test ride, but halfway up, he remembered something—he didn’t know how to ride a horse.
Poor folks play with cars, the rich with watches, the ultra-rich with horses; his economic situation had never allowed for such a skill.
Switching to Veronica might make more sense, she had long legs and the potential to be an excellent horsewoman.
“Master?”
“Uh, I don’t know how to ride a horse,” Wayne said slowly, his voice heavy and somber.
“…” x3
Even the dog fell silent.
“No problem, we can practice.
I’ll go slow, we’ll take a lap around the cemetery and you can get a feel for it,” Yuliya comforted him.
“Yuliya is right.
Nobody is born knowing how to ride a horse.
I don’t know how either.
The master can just get a feel for it; riding is like walking—you’ll learn as you go,” Ah Bin chimed in, encouraging him.
“Makes sense.”
Wayne sheathed the Shadow Knight’s Sword, mounted the horse, steadied himself by holding on to the front of the saddle and after Yuliya stood up, he asked, “I forgot to ask, who was your former master?”
“The Death Knight!”
Yuliya proudly stated, “He served the Goddess of Death, a noble knight walking the earth in her name, the creator of the Underworld Great Tomb, the object of worship and adoration by the followers of death…”
“That’s enough.
Stop there.
Pull up by that tree ahead, I need to dismount.”
