Chapter 1602: Chapter 1602

Rone shook his head slightly on the side: "It’s good to keep your word, but..."

Halfway through his words, he kept shaking his head, feeling sorry for Wayne’s unrewarded merits.

Saine also felt regretful, standing with her head down behind Wayne. Because of her, Wayne lost his position as a Subsidiary God and drew the Goddess’s displeasure. Saying words of gratitude at this moment seemed like taking advantage and being ungrateful.

The favor was too great, and a few lukewarm words of thanks couldn’t repay it. Besides, she was the kind of person who was taciturn and couldn’t come up with eloquent words of gratitude.

Since she couldn’t fabricate them, she wouldn’t.

She was a woman of action. Whatever Wayne wanted, he had only to say it. Whether reasonable or not, it was all considered reasonable by her.

"Things have come to this, so let it be. Besides, I prefer living in the Mortal World to Hades, and being a Death Knight isn’t so bad."

Wayne shrugged and said to Rone beside him: "Congratulations, you’ve got Shadowmare again. Although it’s not the original one, it looks exactly the same. Now you can again spend time with Yuliya."

Rone scratched his head, his skeleton mouth wide open in joy, unable to close it.

As Wayne said, Yuliya was no longer the incarnation of the Goddess, he regained Shadowmare, and could once again advance hand in hand with his former comrade.

Just as he was enjoying himself, Monica approached from above Yuliya, her four hooves tapping the ground, circling around Rone and Wayne.

Her streamlined back was like an elegant arc, embodying both strength and beauty. Her long limbs strong and powerful, with explosively fast agility, without losing endurance and speed.

The high-quality saddle was meticulously custom-made according to the contours of the horse’s back, fitting the curve to ensure comfort while considering the rider’s posture, so that even riding for long hours is not tiring. The plain decorations were pleasing to the eye, enhancing the driving experience beyond practicality, serving as an indispensable bridge of communication between the Knight and his steed.

Rone looked at it, his pelvis itching, eager to grab the reins and lift his foot to alleviate the longing in his heart.

He had just lifted his foot when he realized something was wrong. Read full story at NoveI[F]ire.net

Although he had grasped the reins, Yuliya was continuously nuzzling against Wayne, a strange pain hitting his heart. He quickly admonished himself, this was what Wayne had earned.

He, Rone, was Yuliya’s master, but wasn’t Wayne also? It felt selfish and betraying his touted Knight’s virtues.

"Rone, what are you standing there for? Didn’t you see Yuliya waiting for you?"

Wayne patted Yuliya’s head: "I found out last time in Paris that you wanted to be close to Yuliya. You couldn’t act because you lost the Goddess’s consciousness. But now it’s fine. The Goddess has awakened. Yuliya is no longer an incarnation, you can ride at full gallop."

"Wayne, I didn’t mean that."

"It’s okay, I understand. Rest assured, I’m very generous and won’t mind."

Wayne embraced Monica on the horse’s back in his arms, giving a thumbs-up: "In the days you were away, I rode Yuliya for two hours every day. Not only have I refined my Superior riding skills, but Yuliya’s progress is also evident. Don’t you want to test the fruits of her advanced training and learning outside?"

Don’t say it, please don’t say it.

Rone didn’t have a heart, but it didn’t prevent his heart from aching as he rode Yuliya gloomily, shaking the reins and galloping away.

Once tried, Wayne wasn’t lying. Yuliya had made significant progress. When turning and accelerating, she actively adjusted her center of gravity, so the rider could effortlessly manage her and even free both hands to do previously impossible risky moves.

Yuliya, you’re so adept!

"Master Rone, have I improved?"

"Ah... Oh, hmm, a lot of progress."

"Hehe, Master Wayne said the same thing. He treats me really well, always praising me."

"Well, well... as long as you’re happy, Wayne is also very good."

"Right, I think so too."

Yuliya galloped joyfully, frolicking happily, ecstatic that she had two masters. Double the joy, nothing in the world could be happier than her.

"It’s back, everything’s back."

Watching the knight and his mount gradually grow distant, Wayne nodded with a smile: "They have fulfilled their wishes, reunited after the pain of separation. I’m really moved."

You guys, no, you seem to be playing some novel play!

Grew gritted his teeth as he placed a hand on Wayne’s shoulder, pointing at the melancholic Rone on horseback: "So, great hero of Hades, what role are you playing in all this?"

"For Yuliya’s happiness, I chose to let go. That’s my role, a failure, a silently blessing failure." Wayne sighed in admiration, moved to tears by his own words.

Bah, shameless thing, how could you say it out loud!

Grew rolled his eyes furiously, unable to hold back despite trying: "Honestly, I’ve never seen someone so shameless as you."

"What’s wrong with me?"

"Let me just ask you, will you still ride Yuliya in the future?"

"Nonsense, I’m a Death Knight. Without a horse, can I be called a Knight? I don’t want to be a Death Infantry."

Spit more, in return Aztemo will deal with you.

Wayne gave a few hums, swatting away Grew’s hand on his shoulder, what kind of status matches him to put an arm around his shoulders, Aztemo wanted to and he hadn’t allowed it.

Wayne looked disdainful, but it didn’t affect Grew’s cold face warmly approaching.

Insectoids and insectoids are always mutually attracted.

As the number one insectoid of Hades, and a top-ranked loyal minister, Grew had a strong liking for the equally loyal insectoid, Wayne. He looked down on Saine and lacked a common language with Rone. Only Wayne suited his taste, considering him a confidant, he wanted to swear brotherhood with Wayne.