Restarting the myth.

Chapter 32 Do you crave power?

That night.

Wayne enjoyed his dinner and released the white dove from his hat to feed it. At the same time, he took out the basic theoretical magic book related to the messenger bird and studied it to consolidate his memory.

He has memorized this book by heart, but he still takes it out and reads it every day.

“Gugugugu——”

On the table, the pigeon seemed to be frightened by something and cooed and crawled into the hat.

Wayne glanced and saw a shadow at the window sill. The golden eyes were cold and ruthless, staring at him.

The shadow was about thirty centimeters tall, quiet and motionless. Below its eyes, something like a tentacle was curled up and twisted.

Wayne was startled and looked carefully, only to find that it was not some indescribable thing, but a pitch-black owl, staring at him with a mouse in its mouth.

The mouse is alive, and the twisted tentacle is its tail.

"You are a little chic, you are really good looking."

Wayne complained and waved his hand to drive away the curious owl, but unexpectedly, the owl was very brave. It flapped its wings, landed on the table, and placed the mouse in front of Wayne.

The gray mouse immediately started to play dead after being put down by the owl, and its tail stopped moving.

Wayne didn't understand what was going on, and then he saw the black owl push the mouse with its claws, then tilted its head to look at him. Its expression seemed to say, "Mr. Cat has reserved the whole place for you tonight, and you can eat as much as you want, with enough mouse strips."

Wayne was amused. The wild owls were not shy at all and were so hospitable. In comparison, his messenger snowy owl seemed to be extremely annoying.

"Thank you so much, but I don't want to eat this. I've already had dinner." Wayne waved his hands, trying to get the owl to leave on its own.

The effect was average. The black owl had obviously misunderstood something. It pressed the mouse's head with one claw, and with a click, the mouse went from pretending to be dead to actually dead.

After preparing the ingredients, the owl pushed it towards Wayne with its claws.

"This isn't a matter of life or death. Forget it. You have good intentions..."

Wayne was helpless. He was very grateful, but he really didn't want to eat this thing. He stood up and raised his hands, trying to scare the owl away.

It was no use. The owl just tilted its head and didn't look frightened at all.

Wayne, on the other hand, looks like a fool!
"You are quite smart. You know who is a good person and who won't hurt you. It's a pity that you came too late. The Wayne family is full. I can only make sure you have one meal full, but not every meal."

"Go, go, go. If you don't leave, I'll give you a snack."

Wayne reached out to catch the owl, but the latter didn't want to be touched by him, so he pushed the other away. The black owl stood on the windowsill, flapped its wings and disappeared into the night sky.

"It's pretty cute..."

"How about a night-time carrier bird?"

Wayne cleaned up the dead mouse on the table and sat down to continue reading. The familiar sight made him speechless. He turned around and saw that it was the same owl, which had brought another mouse.

"There are so many rats!"

Wayne complained and opened his arms to prevent the owl from entering the house. Just as he was about to close the window, the owl flew away on its own.

Wayne didn't move, just stood there, curious about what new tricks this owl could come up with.

Two minutes later, Wayne was shocked.

The owl brought back a necklace and placed it on the windowsill.

The overall shape of the necklace is a winged cross star, and the wings are lifelike. The cross star in the middle is hollowed out and inlaid with a ruby ​​and a large number of diamonds. Judging from the style, it looks like jewelry from the Renaissance period.

Brother Cat understands me!

Wayne's heart was pounding. He picked up the necklace and looked at it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. There was a lot of dirt on the necklace, as if it had just been dug out.

"You, ah... do you still have this thing?"

Wayne raised his hand to gesture, expressing his feeling that good people will be rewarded, God is watching what people do, it's not that there is no reward, it's just that it's being kept secret.

I don't know if the owl understood or not, but it understood Wayne's different treatment of the necklace and the mouse. Two minutes later, it brought back a ring.

Afterwards, the owl took away the earrings, bracelets, bangles and other jewelry one by one.

Wayne was so happy that his back teeth were exposed.

Change it, change it tonight!

Snowy Owl is unorganized and undisciplined, lacks a sense of collective honor and dedication, and is unable to maintain good communication with his superiors, making him unqualified for his current position. After a meeting, it was decided that Snowy Owl would be demoted to a mascot, and the Lucky Cat would be appointed as the only night-time messenger bird in the Wayne family.

The black owl brought back small items. Wayne guessed that it had discovered a big treasure, and it was in a semi-open-air state, so he could just use his claws to dig out a large pile.

In order to prevent antique dealers from wasting the precious jewels by selling them at a low price, Wayne decided to keep them himself. He climbed out of the window, jumped down from the second floor easily, and followed the black owl to the treasure place.

During this period, he lost his target several times, but the black owl would come back to lead the way.

Half an hour later, Wayne stumbled into a deep forest and found a cave in the cracks of the rocks.

Wayne took a flashlight and shone it into the cave. It was very narrow at first, but just passable. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly became clear.

He was a little hesitant, but his supernatural sense did not give any warning. After pondering for a moment, he followed the idea that rescuing precious treasures was everyone's responsibility and went sideways into the cave.

The black owl walked in front, and when the space inside the cave expanded, it flapped its wings and landed above a shadow.

Wayne shone the flashlight over there and saw a seated stone statue holding a book in its hand. Due to its age, it was wrapped in vines and its true appearance could not be seen.

Wayne's attention was drawn to the book. He went forward to check and found that there were obvious signs of a mechanism on the stone palm. If he wanted to take the book out, he had to open the mechanism. It was unknown what the book was made of. After many years, it had not decayed. The book was as clean as new without a speck of dust.

Wayne saw a hexagram pattern on the cover and associated it with one of the three iron doors of the gym, so he guessed that it was a magic book.

Wonderful! My luck has finally come!
Wayne has read many novels, and the protagonist's rise to wealth is exactly the same as his current situation. He accidentally entered a cave, picked up a secret book and mastered magical skills, went out and turned left, slapped people in the face and collected girls along the way, and finally became invincible and unified the world.

The channel has moved from martial arts to Western fantasy, but that’s not a big problem. No matter how things change, the essence remains the same. The routines on both sides are actually the same, and the Western ones are even a little more straightforward.

Wayne searched for the mechanism with a flashlight and found a line of words under the stone chair.

"Kneel before me a hundred times, inherit my legacy, accept me as your master, and obey my orders..."

The subject of translation is profound and extensive. This is not the original words, but this is roughly what Wayne meant when he translated it.

"I think I've seen this trick somewhere before!"

Wayne complained. From what this man said, he would have to kneel a hundred times and then become a disciple and obey orders before he could get the inherited magic book.

Kneeling was out of the question, and one kneel to the king, two knees to the faith. Kneeling to the teacher was not popular here. He muttered, "Teacher, please accept my student's greeting."

After saying that, he pretended to bend over and jumped up on the spot.

He guessed that the mechanism was underground, and jumping a hundred times and kneeling a hundred times would have the same effect. As expected, he successfully triggered the mechanism after jumping about ten times.

The vines wrapped around the stone statue spread out like poisonous snakes, and the stone statue holding the magic book slowly stood up. Judging from the figure, it seemed to be a woman in a hooded robe.

The black owl flapped its wings and flew away, making a terrifying cry.

The stone statue stepped down from the seat, stretched out his hands stiffly and handed the magic book to Wayne. The solemn appearance did have a sense of ritual of inheritance.

Wayne was stunned for a moment, thinking that since the person was dead, kneeling on one knee would be a sign of respect to his cheap master.

Then I thought, the person is dead anyway, it doesn't matter whether he kneels or not, there is no need to deliberately pursue superficial form, just keep some respect in your heart.

He shamelessly took the magic book and was about to open it when he heard the statue slowly speak: "You have taken my magic book, so you are my student from now on. You must obey your teacher's instructions and don't regret it."

Oh my god, you can still talk!
Wayne widened his eyes and nodded repeatedly while holding the magic book. "Teacher, take care. I won't see you off."

Teacher, why don’t you leave? Go away!

It is impossible to walk away. The dust particles on the surface of the stone statue shed, revealing the slender and enchanting body inside. The female mage is wearing a hooded robe, has body temperature and breathes, and is clearly alive.

The black owl flapped its wings and landed on the mage's shoulder, then lowered its head and disappeared into her robe.

The female mage pulled down her hood, revealing short hair and a delicate face, which was clearly Xifei's face.

Wayne: (a`a)
He didn't believe it, so he shone his flashlight on it and confirmed that it was indeed Heath Valentine.

You are a magician?!

"Wayne, although this apprenticeship was a bit hasty and you seriously lack sincerity, you have passed my test before and proved your character. If you accept this magic book, you will be my student from now on."

Xifei smiled slightly and lowered her voice to tempt: "How is it, after seeing the truth of this world, are you beginning to desire power?"

Young man, do you crave power?

This routine is still very old. Wayne rolled his eyes, raised his hand and waved it in front of Xifei. A ray of pure magic power overflowed, instantly interrupting Xifei's rhythm of pretending to recruit disciples.

"You are late. Someone has already told me the truth about the world."

"You are actually a magician?!"

Xifei stood there in a daze. After spending a whole day together, she did not find any trace of magic on Wayne.

This is not surprising, as many excellent magicians can conceal their aura and behave like ordinary people.

She was amazed at Wayne's magic, which was not much but absolutely pure.

The pitifully small amount of magic power shows that Wayne has just been exposed to magic for a short time. The hidden magic power is difficult to observe, and the purity shows that he is a genius!
For excellent teachers, parents are begging for help from them. For excellent students, even if the school offers scholarships, they will try to get one.

In this case, the routine of recruiting disciples will have to be changed, Xifei thought to herself that it was tricky. She might have to put pressure on another magician to snatch Wayne from him.

Will it have a bad impact if you start poaching people right after arriving in Lundan?
Xifei waved her hand and erected a wall of earth, blocking the exit of the cave. Her eyes flickered with green flames, and she said seriously, "Wayne, tell me the truth, who was your teacher? Who led you on the path of magic?"

"There is no teacher."

"impossible……"

"Indeed, I don't have a teacher. A cursed unlucky guy planted a seed of magic in my body, and then I found my own magic." Wayne told the truth, ignoring the unlucky guy's name.

At this moment, he was still surprised at the identity of the magician Xifei. He was a fashion designer and a magician. Could he handle all the work?

"How long have you mastered magic?"

"In a few days, this week, if I hadn't left London, I would have to sign up for night school."

"..."

What the hell is night school? Is it worthy of you?

Xifei was silent. It was a ridiculous way for him to guide the magic power. His simple and crude guidance method obviously did not allow him to be a powerful magician.

Very good, since the other party left Wayne alone and let him wander around outside, she would not be polite.

Goddess above, this disciple can be developed!
(End of this chapter)