Scarecrow Horse Howes

"It will take a lot of time to reach the peak of a third-level apprentice by relying on meditation alone." Frowning in contemplation, Raymon had some vague guesses about the improvement of his strength.

Staring at the lush meditation grass on the table for a long time, Raymon decided to try his luck.

Carrying the pot of meditation grass given by Old Edgar, Raymon walked out of his room and saw the little black cat squatting at the corner of the stairs again. Like last time, it raised its white paws and greeted Raymon when it saw him.

The same scene happened again, and Raymon was a little used to it. He nodded at the little black cat and walked downstairs slowly.

But five minutes later, standing at the gate of the white castle, Raymon felt chills down his back.

Because just now when he passed through the great hall of the castle, the old woman Susie, who was always sitting by the fireplace roasting the fire, glanced at him and then continued dozing off.

But the old woman Susie's actions startled the old black cat in her arms. The old black cat, raising its neck, stared at Raymon with a deep and chilling gaze, giving him goosebumps all over.

This strange gaze lasted until Raymon passed through the hall and left the castle. The chilling gaze that made his heart palpitate then disappeared.

Standing at the castle gate, Raymon finally breathed a sigh of relief after feeling the old black cat's gaze disappear.

There was no distinction between day and night in the underground world, but the faint light emitted from above was somewhat like sunlight. So the pale red mist outside the castle was like this every day without any change.

But before Raymon went down the steps, he heard the click-clack of horseshoes coming from the side.

Clear and loud, the sound was very abrupt in the quiet environment of the Wizard Academy. At the same time, Raymon frowned upon hearing the horseshoes because only one horse in this area would make such a loud noise.

Without turning around to look, Raymon thought of the situation of this skeleton horse that Rebecca had told him about when she visited him last time.

Mr. Howes, as people like to call this skeleton horse.

It is said that it used to be the mount of a powerful wizard, but after its owner died, it became the guardian of the academy. Although mischievous, it does not cause too serious harm to the students.

But the annoying thing about this skeleton horse is that it likes to order students to do small things for it.

These little things are very simple, maybe fetching something for it, or delivering a message for it to a certain wizard, or even going to pick some green grass for it.

But if a student does not follow its orders, that person will be in big trouble.

Because this skeleton horse is very petty. It will haunt the student like a nightmare.

Thinking of the skeleton horse's almost mischievous habits, a smile appeared on Raymon's face. According to reports, one of the arrogant young people among the new students at the same time suffered from the entanglement of the skeleton horse and became the most famous victim.

According to Rebecca's account, because he did not take the skeleton horse seriously, he ignored its orders. As a result, the person suffered the skeleton horse's crazy and savage revenge.

But Rebecca did not actually know how the matter was resolved in the end. She just heard from other students that as long as the horseshoes of this skeleton horse were heard, the poor child would instinctively flee without even daring to look back.

Therefore, according to the students' guesses, the poor child must have been dealt with very miserably by this skeleton horse, so that this almost reflexive behavior has become his instinct, leaving a severe psychological shadow in his heart and taking root.

Hearing the hoofbeats getting closer and closer, Raymon did not want to have an unpleasant encounter with this strange skeleton horse. So he quietly stood at the gate of the castle waiting.

"Little guy, can you help with a small favor?" By the time the click-clack of hoofbeats disappeared, the head of this skeleton horse had poked out in front of Raymon very quickly. "Deliver a message to Ms. Massa for this gentleman and tell her that this gentleman likes her very much and looks forward to dating her!"

The two red lights flickering in the white skull were less than a foot away from Raymon's cheek, a little dazzling. But the speech less message of the skeleton horse made Raymon unable to imagine how angry Ms. Massa would be when she heard this message.

"Mr. Howes, I will deliver your message word for word," said Raymon, narrowing his eyes and hesitating to take two steps back, then saluting with his right hand on his chest. "But may I ask where I can find Ms. Massa?"

Although such a message was likely to cause trouble, Raymon, who was prepared to give up resisting, still decided to help deliver the message.

But Raymon's question did not get a response from the skeleton horse. It seemed to be lost in thought, and its body composed of white bones remained in a listening posture without moving.

And as time passed, the red glow in its skull became extremely dim, like a candle flame in the wind, about to go out at any time.

Raymon frowned in puzzlement, but before he could speak again, a voice suddenly came from behind. "Don't mind it, Ms. Massa has been dead for hundreds of years."

This abrupt voice made all the hair on Raymon's body stand up. Raymon turned around in surprise and immediately saw the old black cat squatting at the castle gate, staring at him with its strange eyes.

"It's alright, it will take a long time for it to recover. Go about your business." Saying that, the old black cat swayed its body and walked into the hall.

Under the old black cat's unpleasantness, Raymon looked at the skeleton horse again, still unsure whether what the old black cat said was correct. Hesitating for a moment, Raymon asked again, and after getting no answer, he quickly left.

On the way to Old Edgar's castle, the cold sweat on Raymon's back was finally wiped off by body temperature. The pale red mist drifted with the wind, and the moist feeling on his cheeks let Raymon know that everything that had just happened was not false.

Recalling the encounter with the skeleton horse, Raymon still felt a little creepy. And the old black cat made Raymon's heart palpitate. Although Rebecca had told him a lot about the strange things in the Wizard Academy, meeting them in person still made it impossible for Raymon to remain calm.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that Raymon finally saw the castle with hanging leafless trees and flames. He hurriedly dispelled the images of the skeleton horse and the old black cat from his mind, but just as he was about to go in, he saw a familiar figure rushing out...