Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 76 - 68 An Even Tougher One Arrives
76: Chapter 68: An Even Tougher One Arrives
76 -68: An Even Tougher One Arrives
July 8th, night.
A black sedan parked at the entrance of the Wayne Detective Agency.
The servant knocked on the door with a secret signal of two short taps followed by a long one.
After the third time, he set down a birdcage covered with a black cloth.
There was also a large packet of rat strips.
Wayne, annoyed, climbed over the fence and brought the birdcage inside.
Where did this secret signal come from?
Did Veronica instruct it, or was this an addition by the servant themselves?
Quite a scene, and quite some drama.
He placed the birdcage on the office desk and lifted the black cloth to reveal the real McCoy.
It was still that fresh and ethereal face that could make a fist clench in anger.
Wayne opened the cage, and the Snowy Owl squeezed its way out.
Disliking the cramped cage, it rotated its head 270 degrees, searching for a suitable perch.
After a glance, it seemed Wayne’s head was the most suitable spot.
With a flap of its wings, it took flight…
Only to be pressed down by Wayne’s hand on its head.
“Where do you think you’re flying, kid!”
Wayne, towering above, gave the Snowy Owl a contemptuous look and pulled out a rat strip, offering it: “From today onward, you’re called Ah Xue, got it?”
Owls, as nocturnal messenger birds bred by the Tri-Goddess Alliance, possess remarkable intelligence.
They can understand the language of mages and after enough rapport has been established, owls can directly communicate with their master.
The Snowy Owl was an old hand among messenger birds.
Bearing a face that seemed to be asking for a beating, it had survived all these years without getting killed, which meant it must be even smarter.
Wayne held out the rat strip, waiting.
As long as the other side spoke up, it would be seen as accepting the name.
But the Snowy Owl didn’t speak; it just looked at Wayne with a sidelong glance, its detached aura almost making Wayne’s fist itch with irritation.
He snorted coldly, “Acceptance comes in two forms, one where you keep your dignity, and the other where I help you keep it.
Behave yourself and don’t make me sick the dog on you.”
The Snowy Owl still didn’t speak and simply narrowed its eyes, ready to sleep.
“Ah Bin, come in here.”
Wayne was amused.
With other mages, having a messenger bird with the same character as its master was a good thing.
For him, however, he and Snowy Owl must change their ways today.
Ah Bin, upon hearing his master’s call, wagged his tail and bounded happily into the office through the back door, sniffing the scent of the rat strips in the air, immediately showing distaste.
The Snowy Owl’s golden eyes widened as it stared blankly at Ah Bin, its round face displaying an anthropomorphic expression of surprise.
“Give it a little show of force…”
Wayne’s speech was cut short – the Snowy Owl had opened its mouth to grab the rat strip, pressing it down with its claws, and started to eat it casually.
That was quick!
Man, you’re such a coward!
Wayne felt as if he had chosen the wrong messenger bird.
If it were him, no amount of torture would make him yield; he wouldn’t even frown.
“Master, are we going to continue walking the dog tonight?” Ah Bin asked expectantly.
“We’ve got nothing better to do, so let’s walk around.
First half of the night at the graveyard, second half at the subway station.”
Wayne planned to explore the sewers tonight.
Lundan’s sewerage system spanned nearly 2000 kilometers, designed for separate storm and wastewater flows, with spacious flood and drainage tunnels.
The complexity of the terrain meant that even the Sewerage Committee that coordinated the construction and management couldn’t fully understand what was underneath, often wandering from the sewers to bomb shelters and then suddenly, voilà, ending up at the subway station.
Wayne looked forward to this untouched virgin territory, imagining galloping through the sewers on a horse.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so he planned to clear several routes tonight.
Later, he’d gradually explore new routes to ensure that if he were chased by a formidable foe someday, he would be able to shake them off in the sewers.
Wayne: No one knows the sewers better than me!
“Ah Xue, you stay here and watch the house tonight.
The rat strips are on the table; remember not to eat too many.”
In the backyard, Wayne commanded and raised his hand in the air, whereupon the agile Undead Warhorse leaped out from the gaps in the dense fog.
He mounted the warhorse, shook his head, and without drawing Shadowmare, he was enveloped by a grey vortex, turning into the Death Knight with a skeleton’s head.
Ah Bin jumped over the yard wall, with Wayne on horseback closely following, leaving Ah Xue crouching at the backyard gate.
Its large eyes wide and round.
“Death… Knight…”
“He’s the Death Knight?!”
“Impossible, his magic power is so pure, untainted by death, how could he possibly be Death’s proudest knight?
He should be the finest of the Goddess’s chosen.”
Ah Xue mumbled to itself, trying to guess, “Perhaps a knight of the Goddess is like this, able to perfectly conceal their own faith.
Death Knight appearing in Lundan, secretly infiltrating the Naturalism Church…
Should I warn them?”
“Forget it, it’s not the Sun Church’s business, what do I care.”
As it pondered, Ah Xue was overcome by a strong sense of danger.
Being chosen by the Death Knight as his messenger bird was no coincidence.
The Death Knight found the Sun Goddess Devotee’s stronghold, saw through its identity, and planned to use it to sabotage the Sun Church.
“But that’s not right, if it were so, he wouldn’t need to reveal himself…”
“And, I chose to come out with him of my own will.”
Ah Xue’s small round face showed an anthropomorphic puzzled expression.
Right or wrong, either seemed possible – the question was too difficult, and it couldn’t figure it out.
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The graveyard.
Wayne galloped furiously, his extraordinary learning ability coupled with his lean and agile body, allowed him to master riding skills in a short time, becoming an expert rider with little to no formal training.
His sparring partners were the elderly men and women who didn’t sleep at night; seeing their spirited and stable mental state, one could assume they had no complaints.
Wayne made rapid progress, partly due to the innate characteristics of his Yuliya.
Rivers, lakes, cliffs, and ravines were as if flat ground to them.
The Undead Warhorse ensured its rider wouldn’t fall off, also proving Wayne’s natural talent.
