Restarting the myth

"This is the situation. Mr. Landau will deal with the big shot. As for you..."

Veronica sneered twice and said sarcastically: "Although I don't know what kind of crazy bad things the boss has done, it's best to leave the city to avoid the limelight, otherwise you will never wake up again after falling asleep, and then no one will collect my salary."

Is it so exaggerated?

Wayne raised his eyebrows. He was just afraid of trouble. He didn't want to provoke a big shot who was involved in both black and white, and thus fell into a vicious circle of beating the younger and the older. If the other party really bullied him to his doorstep, he was not bragging, just because he...he...

He was not bragging, Abin was super brave.

If you have the ability, come at night, and bury them all in the backyard of the detective agency!

"That big shot might give my father face, but it will take time. During this time, you are not safe."

Veronica seemed to understand Wayne's thoughts and said bluntly: "Don't think that you look down on ordinary people just because you are a magician. No matter how fast you are, you are not as fast as bullets. If they ambush a sniper, how will you deal with it?"

Wayne nodded from the heart. Seven steps away, the gun is fast, and within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to use a gun, and he can't practice the gun skills of pointing and shooting in a short time. Otherwise, with two magic props in hand, it would be a bit of a support.

"Besides, you are a magician, but the other side is not. As long as the other side is willing to spend money, there are many black magicians willing to work for the other side." Veronica said solemnly.

This makes sense, and Wayne agrees deeply. Take the North District where the gym is located as an example. The concentration of fog at night is obviously lower than that of the East District where warehouses and docks are gathered. The main road is brightly lit, and there is no fog at all.

The North District is just a gathering place for the middle class. If it is replaced by the Central District of Nerendam where the rich and powerful gather, what will happen!

Wayne saw it with his own eyes. He was at the scene and knew it clearly. The reality proves that money can be used everywhere. The rich and powerful know how to control magicians, or the rich and powerful themselves are a family of magicians who have been passed down from generation to generation!

"If you leave the city, it's best to leave overnight. I'll take you to the train station. Mr. Landau has a remote manor in another place. I will make a call to arrange it. You can stay there temporarily."

Veronica had a sour face and felt indescribably aggrieved. It was the first time she said goodbye to the opposite sex at the train station, and the person turned out to be Wayne.

Too bad, she still fantasized about a beautiful love.

It was sunset, and she said goodbye to her boyfriend whose face she couldn't see clearly. Her boyfriend waved on the train, and she chased the train until they could no longer see each other.

Thinking about the scene of changing Wayne's clothes again, she felt even more upset. How could she, who was unclean, face the sacred love in the future? Because of this incident, her husband was still upset. What if the marriage broke down?

"Veronica, you are so kind!"

Wayne was deeply moved. He took Veronica's hands and held them to his chest as if he had found a treasure.

He didn't take them, so he dodged.

Veronica gritted her teeth and glared at the initiator who destroyed her happy marriage: "Pack up, take a few changes of clothes, and hurry to the train station with me."

"Now, what about my owl?"

"Put it with me first, and I'll help you raise it for a few days."

Veronica didn't let Wayne take the owl on the train. It was too ostentatious and attracted the attention of other magicians. The trouble would only get more and more troublesome.

Wayne nodded, and while he was packing his clothes, he contacted Abin through the Book of Greed. He was going to leave for a few days, so he asked the dog to be quiet recently, not to mark the territory outside all night, and to take on some of the obligations of guarding the house.

Somewhere in Lundan, far away from the detective agency, there is a cemetery.

The heavy fog made it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. The cold and gloomy phosphorescent fire floated in the air. The surrounding trees twisted their branches and danced wildly in the cold light of the phosphorescent fire.

The spirit of revenge was entangled in the fog, roaring and rolling up the lifeless fog wall. A little soul light condensed in its mouth and split into seven small light spots.

These light spots are Abin's dead children. To this day, it still can't let go and tries to use its own ability to summon the children back to its side.

On the side, a sturdy undead warhorse snorted, spewing out purple flames and black smoke.

It has a mouth full of sharp teeth and canines, and has a spiritual body similar to Abin. The cold light wrapped the skeleton, wearing a saddle and reins, and a bone knight sword hung on the horse's back.

This horse is Abin's new friend. As a magical life, they get along well. The undead warhorse is imparting experience and teaching Abin how to use soul magic better.

Hearing Wayne's call, Abin was stunned for a moment, then turned around and silently communicated with the warhorse.

"Yulia, my master is calling me, asking me to go back to look after the house."

"That's great, my master is missing..."

"Let's stop here today. When my master comes home, I'll come to you to practice magic."

"What do you mean, your master is not at home?"

"Yeah."

"Then why don't I just go to your house to practice magic?"

"Okay, you said you've been waiting for your master's call here."

"It doesn't matter, I'm considering changing my master recently."

"Do you want to consider my master?"

"Whatever, I'm not picky, as long as I can pull out this sword..."

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Cathedral Train Station.

Wayne left overnight, and Veronica paid for the luxury train ticket.

Veronica angrily sent Wayne to the train, and turned away angrily. The girl's beautiful fantasy of love and the first farewell that she cherished so much were completely shattered tonight.

Wayne not only killed her fantasy, but also borrowed 2,000 constitutional orders from her before leaving. This was not just a simple dance on the grave, but a grave-digging to drag out the dead fantasy and whip the corpse repeatedly.

"Damn bastard, you'd better die outside and never come back!"

Veronica had a pretty face, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The strong resentment turned into black mist, which could be seen clearly from a distance.

She didn't know that in the eyes of outsiders, her resentful look was like a lovelorn girl abandoned by her lover.

A lady wearing a black dome passed by Veronica. The brim of the hat covered half of her face, and her age could not be judged, but she must be very beautiful. Passersby could see her fair and delicate chin and the gradually raised red lips.

She was wearing a black women's suit, a long skirt, a pair of black high heels, and a coat covering her figure, with only a section of her calves showing the long skirt.

The slender legs are elegant and charming, and the snow-like skin glows against the black clothes.

Dazzlingly white!

The lady stopped to look at Veronica, and then boarded the carriage where Wayne was.

"Edith, I have some things to deal with. Please change the itinerary temporarily and help me push away all the work."

"I know, let them wait!"

Shortly after the train started, a pure black owl flapped its wings and flew out of the window, disappearing into the vast night in the blink of an eye.