Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 67 - 64 The First Day without the Butler Missing Him

67: Chapter 64: The First Day without the Butler, Missing Him

67 -64: The First Day without the Butler, Missing Him

The thought of personally creating a new urban legend and becoming the male protagonist in a horror story that could stop children from crying was too tempting for Wayne, who was eager to orchestrate a grand skeleton parade.

At that moment, if anyone had so much as advised him, Wayne would have calmed down.

Unfortunately, there was no one to dissuade him, as the butler was not around.

All Wayne had were a lickspittle dog and horse, who, when together, would only encourage bad behavior.

As soon as they heard Wayne was up to something, they’d wag their tails and immediately lose all sleepiness.

Ah Bin suggested taking George Street, where the famous Prime Minister’s Office, number 10, is located at the heart of Lundan City.

A parade there would surely make a startling impression and grab the next morning’s front-page headline.

Yuliya thought Ah Bin was right.

Hearing this, Wayne’s enthusiasm waned; he wanted an urban legend, that obscure and ambiguous half-truth and half-false sensation.

He’d be mad to vie for tomorrow’s headline.

Ignorance is bliss.

The world of magic is too dangerous, and ordinary people should neither know nor need to know about it.

Otherwise, a strong sense of crisis would drive people to flee in droves, plunging the entire city into collapse.

After contemplating, Wayne decided to take the water route without the skeleton soldiers.

Though all the lords and ladies wouldn’t need to go to work the next morning, waking them up in the middle of the night was already embarrassing enough; there was no need to further trouble their old bones just for a moment of fun.

“Folks, don’t just stand there.

Staying up all night is bad for your health.

Get some sleep, and we’ll continue having fun tomorrow night,” Wayne said, waving his hand grandly as Ah Bin led the way forward, shrouded in thick fog, the Undead Warhorse walking alongside the fog, bringing Death wherever they went, arriving next to the Thames River.

The Thames River is the mother river of Windsor Kingdom, flowing through the capital city of Lundan and more than a dozen other cities along its banks, widening downstream before pouring into the North Sea.

The river was broad with gentle waves, lined with numerous ports of various sizes, making it a natural canal.

Other than cargo ships, there were plenty of sightseeing cruises on the Thames River.

Although there were some differences, Wayne had a deep impression of this river and vaguely remembered the tragedy that had occurred on it: Old Buddha, the foreigners’ warships have arrived at our doorstep, claiming to help us build railroads!

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By now, it was late at night, the river was veiled in mist, with only the faint blinking lights of ships visible.

Yuliya followed Ah Bin with a leap, landing her hooves on the river surface, progressing on the waves.

The true meaning of taking the water route!

Ah Bin, with his keen sense of smell, sprinted across the water, seeking out cruises that stayed awake late into the night.

Inner Lundan was renowned as the Sleepless City, and along the river, there were plenty of rich night owls.

With some luck, they might stumble upon a cruise hosting a party for Wayne.

Soon enough, Ah Bin found a target.

This was an elongated luxury sightseeing cruise with two levels, brightly lit and the epitome of extravagance.

On the open deck of the second level, merchants and celebrities had gathered, hosting a small concert on the Thames River.

The melodious music and touching vocals spread slowly along the river, and the heavenly sounds were so delightful that no one wanted to interrupt; even the eerie fog seemed to soften for a moment.

The swaying of the ship was not conducive to performances, but every musician present was a master of their craft; with enough money, they feared no challenge.

The soloist, a woman in a white dress, had impeccable looks, figure, and poise.

Her long, golden wavy hair underlined her beauty, enough to outshine all the other ladies present.

The wealthy never lacked beauty in their company, and for the songstress to dazzle among them spoke volumes of her extraordinary charm.

But even more captivating than her beauty was her voice, smooth as silk, nimble as a spring, washing away all the stains on one’s soul with its splendor.

If Wayne had seen this singer, he would have found her very familiar; the person of his original body had married her in the teaching materials left behind, and they were as inseparable as glue, engaging in activities several times each day.

Lily Hayworth, the most sought-after songstress from beneath the stage.

At this moment, a cry of alarm came from the ship.

The crowd looked on in annoyance, blaming the interruption for having ruined the tranquil ambiance.

Soon, however, more cries of alarm arose.

On the right side of the deck, the assembled elite gazed in horror at a terrifying figure moving through the mist.

It was a Skeleton Knight clad in black armor, riding an Undead Warhorse that breathed purple flames, and guarded by a relatively small Evil Spirit Dog, moving across the water surface as if defying gravity.

The Warhorse’s gait was not fast, casually strolling as if on a leisurely walk.

The Death Knight’s stark indifference and aloofness spread an overwhelming sense of dominance and fearlessness.

Even if the figure was hazy and partially obscured by the fog, the formidable aura was impossible to ignore.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you!

As the cruise ship passed by the Death Knight, he slowly turned, and the dancing white flames in his eye sockets stabbed into the hearts of the onlookers like steel blades, cutting through at an unbearably slow yet inescapable speed.

The elites panicked, their shirts drenched with cold sweat, unable to move or even avert their gaze or close their eyes.

At that moment, everyone felt a chill down their spine, as if a scythe of Death was hanging overhead.

After the Death Knight withdrew his gaze and vanished into the fog, shrouded from sight, everyone felt a burden lifted.

Some sobbed, while others collapsed with tear-blurred eyes and wet pants, and there were those who loudly demanded the bodyguards from the lower deck to protect them.

A close encounter with Death, ignominious and exposed.

Of course, there were always exceptions.

In the center of the upper deck, a handsome middle-aged man with striking features fiddled with an ancient silver coin in his hand, his eyes slightly squinted as he watched the direction in which the Death Knight had vanished.

With black hair and black pupils, around thirty years old, his features were not perfect on their own, but together they formed an irresistible masculine charm.

Mature and knowledgeable, with a subtle sleekness.

Behind him stood a respectfully attentive woman with short golden hair.

Her fitted tailcoat emphasized a waist only wide enough for a palm, white gloves ran in line with her trousers, standing upright and poised.

The elegant lady’s delicate face was touched with light makeup, as she bent over and said, “Lord Austin, would you like me to follow and check on him?”

“Check what, how sharp his sword is?”

Austin Lando swirled the red wine in his glass and drank it in one gulp: “Don’t meddle in irrelevant matters.

I don’t want to be fishing out your body tomorrow.

Just do your job well, have the musicians ready, continue the music, continue singing.”

The butler Megan looked at the panic-stricken musicians, a cold light shining in her eyes, instantly scattering the wild thoughts in their minds, as well as the ominous clouds that loomed over the cruise ship, calming the elite guests.

Those who needed to change their trousers did so, those who needed to touch up their makeup did so, always maintaining elegance; the concert must go on.

The melodious singing resumed.

After ten minutes, the female singer took a bow; she didn’t return to the lower deck but, at the invitation of the butler Megan, took a seat next to Austin.

“Mister Lando, it’s an honor to receive your invitation,” Lily Hayworth said sincerely.

“Miss Hayworth, I have a business matter I’d like to discuss with you,” Austin said as he assessed the beauty before him with a smile.

“Please, speak.”

Lily smiled slightly; she had heard the reputation of the playboy, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was about to propose they talk about sleeping together.

“I would like you to find a man, use every means to sleep with him.”

“…”

Ah, so it’s not you, then?

“Think it over.

This is my business card, contact me once you’ve decided,” Austin said as he picked up his wine glass, letting the butler hand over the business card: “With your outstanding looks, it’s not safe in Lundan City.

After the job is done, I assure you no one will bother you again.”

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“Ah Bin, Yuliya, how did I do just now?”

“Excellent!”

“Extremely outstanding!”

Wayne nodded at the praise from the two younger brothers, genuine from the heart, yet culturally unsophisticated—quite run-of-the-mill.

The butler was not there on the first day, missed him.

Having spread the new urban legends, Wayne decided it was time to wrap things up and head back to camp.

Take a shortcut.

Lundan nights were not safe, and if by chance he encountered a few uncivil Magician Girls who didn’t abide by underworld norms, he would be unable to fend them off and might be overwhelmed on the spot.

It’s too dangerous out there; best to hurry back to the graveyard and lie down.

As usual, Ah Bin led the way, while Yuliya moved forward under the concealment of the misty darkness, but this time, there was a slight mishap.

Before they had reached the shore, Wayne had Yuliya stop.

“Wait a moment!”

Wayne shook the reins and looked down at the broad river surface.

Ten meters away from the shore, The Book of Greed signaled a Resentful Spirit below that was eligible for a contract.

On the pages of the Resentful Spirit, bloody codes formed a contract, awaiting Wayne’s signature for confirmation.

Wayne didn’t sign immediately.

Let’s be clear, now that he had higher standards, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could qualify to be his Resentful Spirit.

To become Wayne’s dog was not so easy!

Ridiculous, as if they were unaware of the Death Knight’s Undead Warhorse, which wailed and begged for him to ride, only agreeing reluctantly for the sake of the grand sword.

But then again, a Resentful Spirit pin-pointed by The Book of Greed definitely wasn’t only a common find.

“There might be something to this.”

Wayne touched the skull’s head, a white glow jumping in his eyes, as the water churned like boiling at the hooves of his warhorse.

Mud surged up, and in just a short time, Wayne saw what he had dredged up from the riverbed. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

A gasoline barrel!

To be precise, a gasoline barrel filled with cement!

“Tsk, humans really are terrifying.”