Myths Reawakened-Chapter 212 (1): If I Don’t Kick You Now, I Won’t Be Able to Sleep Tonight

Chapter 212 (1): If I Don’t Kick You Now, I Won’t Be Able to Sleep Tonight

Night.

Dawn Detective Agency, Commercial Street.

The mist was thin, and the stars were sparse. Two beams of light tore through the heavy darkness as a black luxury car approached, eventually stopping at the detective agency. Megan pulled over and got out of the driver’s seat, opening the door in the back. Auston emerged with his antique silver coin, looking at the quiet detective agency with an unreadable face.

“Master, there is one existence inside, but it’s not alive,” Megan said.

“It’s a creation of the Death Knight, once a Londan police officer named Beau Philip...” Auston rattled off what he had found out.

There was a lot of information on the Death Knight, but also very little. Most came from Palis, about the notorious nightmare of the Life Alliance. In Londan, the Death Knight had been remarkably subdued, keeping a low profile and having established only one base—the well-known Dawn Detective Agency.

To be more exact, there were five bases since there was one Dawn Detective Agency and its affiliated law agency in each of the five districts in Londan. That night, when the Death Knight explained his intention to the churches and the Ministry of Magic, he had stated that he came to Londan for three purposes: fairness, fairness, and fairness.

Those in attendance were puzzled, so they chose to wait and see what the knight was up to, and here they were.

The Death Knight had been keeping an unusually low profile, and he might as well not exist as long as no one bothered him. He had relayed the oracles of Death and ordered the followers to punish evil and support the good, upholding fairness and justice.

Under his orders, the followers of Death never used their extraordinary power, instead doing everything by Windsorian law. Whenever there was injustice, they took a stand, garnering an avid following and winning the praises of the general public.

Said general public was limited to the peasants, though. Those within or related to high society harbored grievances for the Dawn Detective Agency, but since they were no match for the Death Knight, they could only take a step back and bottle up their increasing rage.

Though the Death Knight had come to Londan, his influence was limited, and given that he never stuck his finger in the structure of power in the city, he didn’t make much of a difference. Therefore, those ruling over high society had quite a good impression of the Death Knight. If all churches were as understanding as he was, the world would be at peace.

That was the case at this moment, anyway. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Auston and Megan walked into the detective agency. Suddenly, the room lit up.

Bo had turned on the light in the ceiling. He frowned at the two strangers and said, “Londan has seen little peace lately. Who are you, why are you here, and are you demons?”

Bo had received Wayne’s order to wait for their two distinguished guests and take them to the Great Cemetery in the Western District tonight. He was told to show them due respect, but Wayne didn’t explain who and what the guests were, and Bo didn’t ask.

“I’m Auston Lando, and this is my secretary. I’m here to request a meeting with the Death Knight.” Auston looked at Bo curiously. The Death Knight was masterful in the creation of the undead, who appeared highly intelligent and had retained his self to some degree.

Actually, he could tell that Bo was special. Unlike other undead, it would be more accurate to call him a magical creation. It was a project the Ministry of Magic had been working on for a long time, but the output had been poor due to the lack of consistency.

“Auston Lando...”

Bo’s lips twitched. He knew the name. The man was the Londan police’s top supporter, and eighty percent of the benefits he had once enjoyed in life came from his support. In other words, Auston used to pay for Bo’s salary.

In addition to that, Auston Lando played another significant role. Some time ago, when Marius, the familiar from hell, taunted the Death Knight in the Great Cemetery and ended up being killed, Mona, the battle nun from the Church of Heavenly Father, had been spectating the whole time. From his colleague, Do, Bo learned that Mona was the Death Knight’s secretary.

What a coincidence that was. The owner of the detective agency across from the Dawn Detective Agency, Wayne, also had a secretary named Mona. Even more coincidentally, the two Monas shared the same appearance.

Bo didn’t dare to ask or talk about it, attributing the coincidences to miracles. At the same time, he strengthened the management over the Dawn Detective Agency on Commercial Street in the Western District, ensuring that everyone followed the doctrine of the company.

Simply put, the employees should focus on work rather than making a ruckus, and they should avoid being a nuisance to their neighbors.

Whether Wayne was the Death Knight, Bo didn’t allow himself to think about. He only knew that Wayne’s surname was Lando and that Wayne was the heir of the Lando family, with a father named Auston.

That was the Auston Lando standing before him right now.

“What, is there something wrong with my name?” Auston smiled. He knew what Bo was thinking. He should wield that much influence as the top benefactor of the Londan police. In fact, it was in large part thanks to him that the police were working with the Dawn Detective Agency and arresting people as long as the detective agency provided the evidence.

“It’s an honor, Mr. Lando.” Bo took off his fedora and bowed to Auston from the bottom of his heart. Whether in his life or in his afterlife, this man wasn’t someone he could afford to disrespect. No wonder his master had said that distinguished guests were coming!

But...

Bo put his hat on and said hesitantly, “Mr. Lando, you said that you came for a meeting with my master, Death Knight?”

“Yes.”

...Hypothetically speaking, can’t you meet the Death Knight at home?

Bo’s eyes were hidden in the shadow the ceiling light cast under the brim of his hat, so Auston and Megan didn’t notice his strange reaction.

“I know it is not a trivial request, but there’s a reason I must see him. I hope that you’ll relay my message and arrange a meeting tonight.” Auston paused. “Fret not. I’m not like the demons. Quite the opposite, I’ve come on behalf of Windsor to discuss with the Death Knight how the demons should be dealt with.”

Bo realized that perhaps... maybe... the father didn’t know what his son was.

It wasn’t in his place to interfere with his master’s family affairs, and even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the power to do that. Without permission, he couldn’t even imply his master’s name.

Nodding, Bo said, “If you’re here for the demons, Mr. Lando, I have no reason to keep you out. I believe that Master will welcome you with open arms.”

He turned around and walked out of the detective agency, making his way to the Great Cemetery.

Megan drove the car and followed right after, while Auston rested in the back with his eyes closed, his fingers moving quickly with the coin flipping between them. Things went much more smoothly than he had expected. The Death Knight’s servant was polite and spoke with respect. Hopefully, the good start would lead to a good result.

“Megan.”

Halfway through, he gave his antique silver coin to Megan, who took it with one hand and popped it into her mouth, swallowing it.

Auston’s expression became pained, his facial features twisted. He put his hand on Megan’s leg and took a few deep breaths, his complexion finally improving somewhat.

“Master, you haven’t trained for a long time, so your resistance has weakened,” Megan warned.

“I have no choice. This is a silver coin of Death. I cannot allow the Death Knight to take it even if he is likely an imposter.”

He took another silver coin out of his pocket—the one that had belonged to Obed—and fiddled with it. For the rest of the drive, his hand never stopped stroking Megan’s leg.

Twenty minutes later, the black car stopped at the Great Cemetery in the Western District. Auston got out of the car and put his arm around Megan’s slim waist, with a practiced ease that suggested it was far from the first time.

They walked into the thick mist, weaving through the tombstones amid the noises of claws scraping against coffins.

Bo was already there, waiting by a tombstone without any inscription. Beside him were Julia, the undead warhorse, Do, the undead hound, and Snow, the skeletal owl in charge of making eerie hoots.

The Death Knight’s entire entourage was present, none of them alive.

Rumble!

The ground bulged, and a coffin consisting of mismatched skeletons emerged, toppling the nameless tombstone. The four followers stood vigil around the coffin, calling out to their master to welcome him.

“Kekekeke—”

Wayne kicked the coffin open, striding out in black armor and a tattered cape of Death energy. He huffed derisively at the cheaters acting intimately before him.

I got you, bastard!

Wayne had long suspected the relationship between Megan and Auston. Only his master would be gullible enough to believe that her husband wouldn’t lay his hand on another woman, and that the butler was above carnal desires.

Ha, she should think again! The butler looked eighty percent similar to the mistress of the family with the same hairstyle, and she was never seen without the master of the family. What man could resist such temptation?

Wayne didn’t think he could do it, so Auston, the greater scumbag, certainly couldn’t.

“Great Death Knight, I, Auston Lando, hereby give you the sincerest greeting on behalf of Windsor.” Auston bowed slightly.

“Auston Lando, is it? Welcome to the Great Cemetery. I’ve heard about you, a rich playboy.” Wayne turned to Megan. “Who is this? Your lover?”

“As you can see, yes.”

“...”

You shameless bastard, you actually admit it!

Wait for your death! I’ll tell Master what you said verbatim!