Restarting the myth.

Chapter 59 Abin's Friend

Night, Lundan.

Cathedral Railway Station.

The luxurious train slowly stopped and passengers got off one after another. The servants who had been waiting on the platform for a long time boarded the train to carry their master's luggage.

Wayne took Heaphy's warning to heart and returned to Lundang alone, without contacting anyone, and walked out of the station quietly with his suitcase.

Looking at the foggy night, he stood in front of the taxi and took a deep breath.

Lendan, I'm back!
The fire element in the body sensed the strong emotional fluctuations and cheered.

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly. Three months ago, he was forced to leave London in a mess. Three months later, he was reborn and was no longer the innocent and cute little mermaid.

"Things are different now. From today on, no one can say to me loudly..."

"Hey, the taxi is here. If you don't want to get on, let someone else get on. There's a queue behind you!"

The camera zooms out and shows dozens of people queuing up at the station entrance waiting to get on the bus. Wayne is the first one in line. He refuses to get on the bus and just stands there in a daze, which arouses collective dissatisfaction and they speak louder and louder than each other.

Wayne nodded and apologized repeatedly, then opened the car door and got in dejectedly.

He gave the address and asked the driver to leave quickly, and at the same time revealed his local identity and warned the driver not to take a detour under his nose.

Otherwise you will have grass growing in your butt!
The taxi drove away from the station entrance. Wayne turned around and raised his middle finger towards the rear window. Their dicks were all crooked. What's wrong with waiting for a while? They had no patience at all.

"What kind of quality!"

Wayne curled his lips. The quarrel just now was no longer valid. From now on, no one could speak to him loudly.

In the back seat of the taxi, Wayne closed his eyes and took a nap, his mind wandering, sensing the distribution of the four elements in a meditative state.

Three months ago, I knew nothing and was not even a beginner. But now I notice that the four elements floating in Lendan are extremely abundant, making it a holy place for magicians to practice.

But the ubiquitous fog is a big problem. If you use meditation to sense it, your mind will seem to be stuck in a swamp, tightly wrapped by some indescribable sticky substance.

Wayne couldn't describe the feeling. It was like that, every time he moved forward a bit, the resistance became greater, and every time he moved back a bit, the suction became stronger.

That’s right, it’s swimming, with resistance coming from all directions.

In Wayne's perception, the fog is alive and afraid of light. Even street lights used for lighting at night can disperse it.

The fog actively avoided the light and then cautiously probed it. Tiny tentacles twisted at the edge of the fog.

The four elements avoided the fog and were unwilling to associate with it, gathering in large numbers around the lights, much like night flies attracted to a light bulb.

Wayne nodded secretly. The night in Lundan was very suitable for meditation. Regardless of the situation of the four elements during the day, at night, they would be compressed together with extremely high density, and a single roll of the tentacles would take a big bite. The meditation efficiency was more than ten times higher than that of the town of Enroard.

Wayne did not start plundering the four elements immediately. He kindly rejected the fire element that came to him and criticized the other party's shameful behavior of selling out his friends for personal gain.

London is a big city with many people and many eyes. We should pretend to be a little bit, otherwise it would be bad to be mistaken for a villain.

Everyone knows their own business. Wayne is very familiar with his own situation. As long as he opens his heart, a large number of fire elements will come to him along with earth, water and wind.

I can't even drive him away!
The noise is too loud and will attract unnecessary attention.

Xifei asked Wayne to keep a low profile and not contact Veronica and other acquaintances. The teacher would not do this without a purpose. She must have her reasons for giving such an order. Wayne listened to the advice and decided to find a place where no one would disturb him to meditate.

A detective agency would definitely not work. He couldn't think of a suitable location for the time being, so he considered whether the warehouse area or the dock would be more suitable.

But first, I need to meet Abin.

The dog has been free-range for three months, running around happily every night. It is much more familiar with Lundan than he is, and maybe it has better suggestions.

Wayne contacted Abin through the Book of Greed and asked him to wait at the detective agency and to stay quiet tonight and not wander around.

Abin responded to Wayne's call with a whimper of grievance. It slept in the backyard during the day and stayed by the detective agency at night. Except for occasionally going out to bite its enemies, it was very dedicated and hadn't been outside for a long time.

Wayne comforted him a little and fed him a lot of magic power, allowing Abin to eat to his heart's content.

……

Detective agency.

After getting off the car, Wayne looked at his watch. Judging from the duration, the taxi driver still took a detour.

"In this materialistic society, there are not many people like me who are honest..." He sighed, walked around the detective agency gate, and nimbly climbed over the wall into the backyard.

Abin came closer, wagging his tail.

After three months, Wayne has become more handsome again and Abin has become more muscular.

The mist on its surface is so solid that it is almost a solid entity. Its muscles are well-developed and powerful, and its black fur is shiny and glossy. It is no different from an ordinary Doberman Pinscher. Only under strong light can one penetrate the spirit body and vaguely see its skeleton.

Wayne patted the dog's head, condensed a ball of magic power in his palm and handed it over.

Abin's tail shook out a residual shadow, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the magic clean, and still continued to lick Wayne's palm with satisfaction.

Its body could switch freely between reality and illusion, and its cold tongue made Wayne laugh. He raised his hand and rubbed the dog's head, rubbing the spirit's limp ears and making them stand up.

Sure enough, the Doberman looks more handsome with erect ears, and his eyes look much more ferocious.

Cutting off the tail is bad enough, but suppressing the dog's nature is an evil practice.

Abin didn't like his ears standing up. He leaned his head and rubbed Wayne's hand twice, and then his ears drooped down.

Wayne didn't force it, as long as the dog was happy.

"Abin, do you know which places in Lundan are deserted and secluded, where at night there is no one within a radius of more than ten miles?"

Wayne opened the back door of the detective agency and led Abin in. After three months of absence, the tables, chairs and bookcases were covered with a layer of dust.

He put down his suitcase and flipped through his diary. He had stopped writing on March 3, so he had to find time to make up for it.

Wayne had thought it through. This section was about the local customs and people. A positive, optimistic and kind-hearted young man traveled across the world to pursue his dream and came to a poor and backward town. He spread knowledge, brought happiness and hope to the townspeople, and injected vitality into the lifeless stagnant water.

On the day of departure, the townspeople accompanied him for ten miles and were reluctant to leave. The young man could not help choking up, and his eyes were blurred with tears several times.

That’s how it should be written!
Abin was unable to speak, so he had a mental conversation with Wayne through the contract of the Book of Greed: "I don't know much about Lundan. I have seldom gone out in the past three months, but I know a friend who likes to stay in a quiet place. She should be able to provide some reference."

"friend?!"

A string of question marks flashed across Wayne's mind. Who was so brave as to make friends with an undead dog in the middle of the night?

A magician?

She, hey, is also a female magician!
Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked Abin to make an appointment as he wanted to meet the other party.

It's better not to see it, just provide a few reference opinions. He just wants to know where there are few people and no one will come even if he shouts at the top of his lungs.

"No need to make an appointment, just call her and she will come."

"So nice, what's her name?"

"Yulia."

"Yulia, what a nice name. It sounds beautiful." Wayne nodded happily.

"Yes."

Abin nodded. From the aesthetic perspective of the undead, Yulia had excellent bone structure and was indeed a heroic and beautiful mare.

A wave of soul waves spread out, spreading slowly like ripples on water, penetrating the mist to form resonance, and spreading rapidly at a low frequency that humans cannot recognize...

After a moment, Abin got a response from the other party.

"Master, she's here, in the backyard."

“That’s pretty fast!”

Wayne straightened his clothes. As a result of the training he received from his housekeeper Fla., when facing a lady, he would subconsciously pay attention to his image so as not to make the other person feel uncomfortable.

In the backyard, Wayne pushed open the back door and saw the appearance of the female magician clearly, and his smile froze on the spot.

There was no female magician, only a strong undead warhorse.

The cold light wrapped around the bones, and they were draped with saddle and reins. Their mouths were full of jagged teeth, black smoke was curling around them, and their nostrils were spewing purple flames.

Wayne: ()д()
Oh my god, Abin, what kind of bad friends have you made out there!
Is this a friend that I can just take home casually?

(End of this chapter)