Chapter 041: The Price of Refusal

Laura saw the water droplets frozen into ice, her eyes flickering a few times, but she said nothing.

Jonathan's focus of observation, however, was not on these ice beads, but rather...

"Evelyn, you really slept in his room last night. You two were together. When? Why didn't I know? Evelyn, you actually kept this from your brother."

Jonathan looked wounded one second, but the next second he was glaring fiercely at Wang Bo.

"You actually slept with my sister—did you have my permission? You..."

"Jonathan, shut up."

Evelyn, afraid that her brother might say something awful, quickly scolded him.

Jonathan felt as if he had been mowed down by a machine gun, his face a picture of disbelief.

Evelyn explained, "I did sleep in Wang Bo's room last night, but nothing happened between us. Believe me, we are innocent."

Jonathan said, “A man and a woman, sleeping in the same room, yet nothing happened.”

"Yes."

"Evelyn, do you think I would believe that?"

Evelyn: "...But it's the truth."

"Fine, do whatever makes you happy." Jonathan found this utterly ridiculous, but since his sister had said so, what else could he say? Of course, he forgave her.

"Anyway, you're already grown up, and no matter what you do, I won't interfere. So I trust you, Evelyn. You two are innocent, you haven't done anything. I'm saying this—are you satisfied now?"

"Yes, I am very satisfied, Jonathan!" Evelyn said through gritted teeth.

"That's really wonderful, Evelyn."

Wang Bo: ...

Laura: ...

After the unpleasant breakfast, Wang Bo returned to his room without a word. He was too tired to explain to Jonathan, whose expression of 'you must be having an affair' was just too obvious.

He wasn't even willing to believe his own sister's explanation.

Let alone Wang Bo's explanation.

For the next period of time, Wang Bo still kept to himself, reading the Book of the Dead every day, only this time there was one more person.

After that night, Evelyn was also drawn to the knowledge in the Book of the Dead.

She simply moved into Wang Bo's room, discussing the knowledge from the Book of the Dead with him every day.

Both of them appeared utterly fascinated.

Time passed bit by bit. On the day before the ship arrived in London, Wang Bo and Evelyn finally finished reading the Book of the Dead and successfully digested the knowledge it contained.

The two of them gained a brand new understanding of the undead and of death.

However, that night, Wang Bo had a strange dream.

In the dream, Wang Bo advanced along a road paved with gold and arrived at a majestic palace.

In this magnificent palace, a tall man sat on a huge throne.

Wang Bo was over 1.8 meters tall, but in front of this man, he appeared utterly insignificant, his height not even reaching the other's knees.

There is no doubt that this is a majestic giant.

What surprised Wang Bo, however, was that this giant had the head of a jackal.

He sat on a massive throne, looking down at Wang Bo.

"Stranger, you have read the Black Book of the Dead and understood death. Are you willing to offer your faith and become my gatekeeper? Then I will grant you great power."

Wang Bo shook his head instinctively. "Sorry, I'm not willing."

The giant had not expected to be refused and was instantly enraged. "Outlander, you have rejected a god, rejected the great Anubis. Then I shall strip you of your understanding of death. Leave this place; death does not belong to you!"

The next second, Wang Bo felt an overwhelming force sweep over him, shattering him into pieces.

Then, Wang Bo suddenly awoke from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the ship's cabin!

A lingering sense of fear coiled around Wang Bo's heart, refusing to leave for a long time. Wang Bo touched his chest; the violent thumping of his heart gave him a strong sense of reassurance.

Recalling the dream just now, Wang Bo felt it was truly marvelous.

He had never expected that he would see Anubis, the Egyptian god of death, in a dream.

Just then, Wang Bo heard a cry of surprise.

Evelyn sat up abruptly in bed, drenched in cold sweat, yet a trace of a smile lingered on her face.

"Evelyn? Are you all right?" Wang Bo sat up from the sofa and asked.

Evelyn shook her head and said, "I'm fine, I just had a magical dream. I seemed to dream of an Egyptian deity, Lord Anubis."

Wang Bo’s heart skipped a beat. “You dreamed of Anubis too.”

"Yes, I dreamed... wait, what did you just say?" Evelyn asked incredulously.

Wang Bo knew what she wanted to ask and nodded, saying, "I'm the same as you. I also dreamed of Anubis, and he asked me if I was willing to become his gatekeeper."

“Yes, yes, Lord Anubis asked me the same thing.”

"So, you agreed."

“Yes.” Evelyn nodded. “I agreed. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t.”

"Why?" Evelyn found it hard to understand, because she was now certain that the dream she had just experienced was no ordinary dream.

She had indeed seen the great deity in her dream and agreed to become the guardian of death.

In exchange, she was granted powerful magical abilities by Lord Anubis.

Now she could clearly feel the magical power within her body. Even without relying on the Book of the Dead, she could summon the spirits of the deceased, and could even summon the warriors of Anubis.

For ordinary people, this was simply a leap to the heavens, transforming from a common human into a transcendent being.

So she couldn't quite understand why Wang Bo would refuse.

Wang Bo's explanation was simple: 'Probably because I don't want to give up my faith.'

Evelyn was silent for a moment, then said, "That is your freedom."

Freedom of belief is a right for everyone; even she has no standing to reproach Wang Bo.

"But regardless, you missed an opportunity."

"Then I should congratulate you, Evelyn, on becoming a transcendent being." Wang Boke had not expected that, because of his intervention, Evelyn not only failed to end up with O'Connell but even became a priestess of Anubis.

This plot twist is simply earth-shattering.

What was even more interesting was that Wang Bo found that after he rejected Anubis, he lost all understanding of death and all knowledge of the mystical side.

In short, it was as if the Book of the Dead had been read in vain.