Restarting the myth.

Chapter 8 Pale Moon
The black cat's paws left, and Wayne was attracted by the white light that appeared in his body. He closed his eyes and sensed, and found a ray of light in the endless darkness.

A bright moon.

The moonlight is like water, and the halo is like silk.

The bright and soft moonlight is like slowly flowing clear water. The rippling sparkles are elegant and tranquil, covering the ground with light in an extremely gentle way.

Everything was so comfortable and reassuring that Wayne was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. He felt like he was being embraced by the goddess, her fair hands brushing across his cheeks. He just wanted to live in peace with the world, put aside the endless darkness, and sleep soundly forever leaning on the goddess's soft bosom.

There is no mistake about it, big means justice, and the Moonlight Goddess looks like a serious goddess at first glance.

As Wayne stared at the magic seed, the strangely painted Book of Greed also looked over at him. The big eyeball in the center of the cover moved chaotically, causing Wayne's line of sight to change.

From the new perspective, the picture suddenly became blurred, covered with a layer of gray mist.

Pale Moon.

A pale moon replaced the bright moon, and the poor pixels seemed like a gun-screen image, and everything was shrouded in a gray filter. The elegance and tranquility were no longer there. Upon closer inspection, the pale moonlight was bumpy and had dense black and gray spots.

The pale and decadent lonely moon looks withered, filled with deathly silence and corruption. The more I gaze at it, the more uneasy I feel, and the more uneasy I feel, the crazier I feel.

Wayne: (a`a;)
Damn book, look at what you have done, quickly turn on the goddess’ beauty effects!

Just when Wayne was sighing that all crows are black, the bumpy cover skin of the Book of Greed emitted a rhythm similar to breathing, removing the gray and black, the gun version returned to Blu-ray HD, and the moonlight became holy again.

The goddess filter is back!
Perhaps it was because he had glimpsed the true face of the goddess, or perhaps it was the shameless surrender of the followers of the goddess of death, Wayne really could not respect the gods of this world. He did not pay attention to the whiteness, but turned to look at the Book of Greed.

Next to the big eyeball, a slightly smaller eye was open. The eyeball was gray and lifeless, with no vitality at all.

Wayne was stunned, not understanding what was happening. He suspected that the Book of Greed had been upgraded, but it turned out not to be. The contents of the pages were the same as before.

There must be something more...

The magic seed left by Monica is still there. The Book of Greed does not desire magic power other than that of its master, so it did not touch it.

This made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief. It was worthy of being the code he wrote himself. Even though it had new features, it was still full of integrity. He was one of those people who would not accept food given out of pity.

Monica transferred most of her magic power into Wayne's body. The intense emptiness caused her fatigue. She wanted to lie down and rest, but she didn't want to get too close to Wayne. William took advantage of the opportunity and hugged her in his arms.

"Hold it up high, Monica."

Bang!
"oops!"

At that exact moment, Veronica used her amazing arm strength to subdue William and snatch the black cat from him.

Monica didn't want to comment on the two people's fight for it, so she said to Wayne who closed his eyes and said nothing, "Don't be anxious. The gathering of magic power is not a matter of one day or one night. Haste will only backfire. Relax and don't be nervous. Sense the magic seed I left behind. The Moonlight Goddess will guide you to find your own magic power."

Wayne opened his eyes when he heard that, nodded, and continued to sense with his eyes closed.

Monica was very concerned. It was the first time for her to guide others in their practice. Although they had not established a master-disciple relationship, she was quite nervous about being a teacher for the first time. She jumped out of Veronica's arms and circled around Wayne's feet.

Veronica cast a jealous look, snorted coldly and hooked her finger at William: "Clean up, put all these guys in the box, remember to knock them out."

William nodded. They were still students. Fighting was fine, but killing was absolutely impossible.

According to Veronica's plan, in order to prevent the Death Walker from receiving the information, no believer of the Goddess of Death can be released. They must be put in a box and locked in another warehouse. Tomorrow, the school will be contacted through the messenger bird and the instructors will come to clean up the mess.

They personally hunt down the Death Walkers in order to remove the curse on them.

The sooner the better, graduation is approaching and we can’t delay any longer.

Veronica did not set out overnight for the small town of Kafuno on the outskirts of London. She was in a hurry, but Monica needed to rest and replenish her magic, so it would take until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

……

Lundan, fog and cold lights.

When night falls on the earth, the whole city becomes quiet at a very fast speed, or perhaps, the sounds made at this time are no longer those made by humans during the day.

The situation is especially bad in the warehouse area, where workers finish work early and go home, go to crowded bars, or meet love on the street and discuss the meaning of life together. Large areas are empty and the flickering street lights flicker in the fog, creating a weird atmosphere.

The sound of wind passed through warehouses, big houses and intersections, occasionally whistling like ghosts crying.

It was hard to tell whether he was crying for real or fake. Wayne only knew that there were people everywhere, and he could clearly feel that many pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Having too strong a sense of perception is not a good thing. Wayne feels that there are ghosts everywhere he looks. They are so close that it seems as if he can pull one out of the mist with just his hand.

Out of a double caution, he followed closely behind William.

William walked for a while, then turned back and said shyly, "Wayne, can you stop following me so closely? It makes me feel insecure. How about this, you go ahead."

Haha, forget it!

Wayne ignored William and insisted on walking behind him. At this time, Veronica, who was holding a black cat, asked, "Wayne, do you have a car?"

You magicians are still short of cars, why don’t you just steal one?
Wayne shrugged and said realistically, "I don't have a car, but I can get one. The speed depends on the money. The more you give, the faster I can do it." "Can you drive?"

“I can drive, but I’m not very skilled.”

"That's good."

Veronica nodded, took out a stack of Queen's portraits from her wallet, handed them to Wayne without even clicking, and gave him a bunch of supplies, asking him to prepare them all by ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Wayne took the money and asked tentatively, "Should I go too?"

"You don't have to go, but if you miss this opportunity, you don't know when the next chance to lift the curse will be. If you're unlucky, this may be your only chance." Veronica said slowly.

Is it so scary?

Wayne didn't understand, and subconsciously looked at William. Seeing the latter nodded heavily, he chose to believe Veronica.

Wayne: "..."

Damn it, I would rather believe a gay than a pretty girl!
Speaking of curses, Wayne did take the opportunity to add some ingredients. He was not greedy for magic power, but the feeling of hunger was real. The Book of Greed did not consume the energy of the curse. At present, if he wanted to lift the curse, he could only follow Veronica and William.

"Gu Gu Gu~~"

hungry.

It is an indisputable fact that the nights in Lundan are very dangerous. One can often see reports in newspapers about certain citizens disappearing while walking at night. Combined with the illusory urban legends, the nights in Lundan are even more mysterious.

But what is more terrifying than danger is having no money. The wealthy West and North districts have rich and colorful nightlife, not to mention Neerendam in the central district. It is brightly lit all year round, and the night becomes more prosperous. It is a paradise that outsiders are eager to get into.

Wayne was lucky enough to get a taxi, which allowed him to return to the detective agency before he starved to death.

William felt guilty so he took the initiative to cook and prepare a table of delicious food. However, before Veronica even picked up the knife and fork, all the food was swallowed by Wayne.

Veronica looked at William expressionlessly: “What are you still standing there for, go to the kitchen!”

"The ingredients I bought this morning are all gone, and only potatoes are left."

"..." x2
Veronica: Potatoes are good too. It's better than going hungry.

Wayne: Be merciful today and give Potato another chance to prove himself!

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After eating, Wayne continued to sense the magic. Monica was a very responsible teacher. She lay on the desk with her hands in her pockets, tutoring students and promoting the kindness of the Moon Goddess to the lost lambs.

For example, the guiding moonlight. The reason why they can move freely through the fog is because of the blessing of the Moonlight Goddess.

Wayne has seen the true face of the Moonlight Goddess and questioned Monica's words, but he didn't say it out loud. He was whatever the teacher said. Being a well-behaved and obedient student made Monica's sense of accomplishment as a teacher soar.

Goddess, this believer can develop!
Two hours later, in order to curry favor with the black cat teacher, Wayne asked it which brand of dried fish it liked, and the teacher left with a gloomy face.

Wayne had sharp eyes and saw two small bells.

Turn around, black face...

I understand. When no one is around, find a little female cat for the teacher.

Because staying up late is harmful to his health, Wayne decided to stay up all night.

The result was not very good. I kept nodding my head near dawn and had a short nightmare, which woke me up.

It can also be said to be a hunger dream.

In the dream, he ate with relish, clearing one plate after another. His eating manner was so exaggerated that he looked like a starving ghost. Those who knew about it thought it was because of a curse, while those who didn't thought he was going to commit suicide by swallowing potatoes.

William was busy next to him, trying different ways to serve the potatoes. When he saw that Wayne had eaten up all the food he had cooked, he couldn't help but look shy and happy.

After waking up, Wayne raised his hands to cover his face. He understood that whatever you thought about during the day you would dream about at night. It was understandable that he dreamed about being hungry, but why was it William? Wasn’t Monica’s meal delicious?
As he was thinking about it, he heard some noise coming from the kitchen and was quite moved for a moment.

There is a saying that is very true, gays may have bad intentions, but they all have warm hearts.

Take William for example. Although he looks rough and violent, he is actually gentle and kind. Whether it is the defensive magic filled with warmth or getting up before dawn to cook for him, it proves that William is a kind person who is worthy of deep friendship.

This person can handle it!

Wayne: (_)
Damn it, Wayne, calm down, he's CPUing you!

Don't be fooled. Boys must always be vigilant in front of gays and not give the other party a chance to get hold of you and make an escape route.

"Wayne, it's time to eat, you still have to go out and do some work!" William shouted at the top of his voice.

"coming."

(End of this chapter)