No Conch Girl, Only the Miraculous Jinba Dog

"This is just too unlucky!"

As the sun set, following the scent, the two dogs that had been trailing Neos for half a day lay on the roof, Horus's sigh echoing in Mordred's ears.

Throughout the day, the two dogs, taking advantage of their size, mingled in the streets and alleys, secretly keeping an eye on the Rome's She-Wolf.

Even if they climbed onto the roof now, no one would care, since no normal person would think that two dogs would be spying on them.

However, during this time, the two discovered a great deal of Yellow Skins's Dark History.

Don't be fooled by the future Emperor's serious demeanor and seemingly cold, expressionless, Golden Giant. In the present-day Neos, he embodies the worst of everyone, possessing an incredibly rich and complex humanity.

She's a master of slacking off, greed, laziness, and cunning; she grinds her teeth, farts, and snores in her sleep; and most importantly, she's incredibly poor!

As Perpetual, coupled with the Emperor's almost abnormal charm, he should theoretically be rich. In fact, in this backward era where face-to-face transactions still exist, he shouldn't even need to pay money; he could just use facial recognition!

However, the truth is quite the opposite. The extraordinary charm of the Yellow Skins still exists, but what is even more eye-catching than its charm is something else: bad luck!

To call it bad luck is an understatement. The Yellow Skins disguised as Miss Neos got bitten by a dog, knocked over by a horse on the road, and even encountered a thief while buying something, who stole the reward money he received for serving Eldar.

You have to understand that this is real hard-earned money. Mordred and Horus can testify to this. The kind of crazy, ruthless things they did were nothing short of extreme even in Bean Sprout's world.

Mordred hated thieves the most, so she sneaked behind the thief and stole the money back, then seized the opportunity to smash the wallet against Neos.

However, the joy of getting the money back didn't last long, as our Miss Neos lost it again.

Still not convinced, Mordred took action again, once, twice, three times. In just half a day, he emptied his wallet seven or eight times.

In the end Horus couldn't hold back any longer and personally intervened, breaking the Dog's Leg of the thieves.

However, this was just the beginning of his bad luck. After retrieving his wallet, Neos somehow slipped and fell into the river, and the wallet was swept away.

If it weren't for Mordred and Horus secretly pulling the strings, this unfortunate thing would have been washed ashore in the Mediterranean Sea!

Peeking out, the dog watched as someone lay on the ground trying to start a fire to cook, but the firewood had been soaked by a sudden thunderstorm and wouldn't light.

In a fit of rage, he used Psychic Power lightning to ignite the stove, only to blow it up instead.

Even if they were unwilling to admit it, the two felt that their cheap old man must have some kind of mystical element about him.

"Why don't we go down and help her? I just sneaked into the house and saw that the earthenware jar that holds the grain has a hole in it, and all the wheat has been stolen by rats. Even if she manages to start a fire, she won't be able to eat."

As Old Man Huang's biggest nemesis behind the scenes, Mordred's favorite pastime was finding amusement in the Emperor. But looking at the wretched-looking fellow in the yard, covered in black and gray and sitting on the ground with a lifeless expression, after much hesitation, he finally agreed to Horus's request:

"But remember this: we're both dogs now, so don't do anything to distort history, and it's best not to reveal your names at all."

Since that Yellow Skins is secretly promiscuous and always has sex with Eldar, and we're in Rome, let's call you Romus and me Remus, which corresponds to the Rome's She-Wolf."

"That makes sense!"

Whether it makes sense or not is unknown, but at least some people are going to go hungry now. Fortunately, these Perpetual beings, which are neither scientific nor Warp, won't starve.

The unlucky fellow, consumed by impotent rage, pushed open the door, only to find that, given his cursed bad luck, a luxury like candles was clearly out of the question.

Not only were there no lights, but the room was also piled with all sorts of junk and rubbish. Based on this alone, Mordred was the Emperor's favorite son.

"Ugh~ I should have brought that bag of melons back with me! Those wretched stray dogs! Those wretched thieves! That wretched river! Even the firewood is getting in my way! I'm so hungry!"

The unfortunate fellow, unaware that his grain jars had been completely stolen by rats, went straight to his bed and rolled onto it.

Fortunately, the house was drafty, which kept the pile of straw haphazardly stacked in the corner very dry. It was quite comfortable to lie on, and before long, the Yellow Skins was fast asleep.

Amidst a series of noises including snoring, teeth grinding, and sleep talking, the door was opened again, and two furtive figures slipped in.

The two dogs, who had stood up on their hind legs, approached the haystack. Looking at the Yellow Skins's face, which was covered in black spots and looked terrible, they felt a sense of raw, unfiltered beauty.

Looking around at the bare, dilapidated mud houses that were mostly empty except for being fairly sturdy, the two exchanged a glance and immediately began their work.

Although the two were merely projections and had no tools on them, Mordred managed to borrow some materials thanks to the generosity of his fellow Rome.

The two worked together, with Mordred extending his claws and using his mouth and feet to first twist several pieces of straw rope. Then he used the straw rope to weave and bind a series of woven products, such as brooms, winnowing baskets, straw mats, cushions, rattan baskets, and fish baskets.

Horus, meanwhile, swept the room with a broom and dustpan, sorting the various kinds of trash and junk. Useful items were given to Mordred for recycling, while useless items were simply thrown away for cleanup.

Even if it's just a projection, and it turned into two dogs, they are still genetically derived dogs, definitely not ordinary useless dogs.

Soon, amidst the Yellow Skins's snores, the two had tidied everything up, at least making the small house look like a normal human dwelling.

After finishing all that, the two went back to the yard to repair the stove. To prevent the unfortunate child from making the same Abstract Maneuver of not being able to light the stove again, they built a shed.

Mordred even managed to squeeze out a pitiful amount of Star God Power to conjure a thick, iron frying pan.

"Second Brother, didn't you say we shouldn't change history?"

"Shut up! We already have iron tools these days. What's wrong with me making a pot? Get back to work! I'll continue making tools. Go get some food. This unfortunate place doesn't even have salt, and we're by the sea!"

Fortunately, there are no cameras in this era, otherwise two dogs that can lift heavy objects, do housework, and even cook would definitely make the headlines.

As the first rays of sunlight rose on the horizon, the Yellow Skins, who had been having hungry dreams all night, suddenly felt something tugging at its head.

"Open your eyes, you little brat! I'm your father!"

"What? Dad, you're not dead?!"

The Yellow Skins, startled awake, didn't see her long-dead father, but only two grinning dog heads, one yellow and one white, the very same two that had bitten her yesterday.

"I must be dreaming!"

"Snap."

Under Horus's slightly distressed gaze, Mordred slapped the Yellow Skins across the face with her claws and grabbed her ear, pulling her up.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Pain my ass! How old are you and still acting cute? You've got no shame! Get up and go eat!"

Following Horus's paw, a steaming bowl of seafood porridge was placed on the table, accompanied by a slightly burnt flatbread.

Humans are made of iron, and food is made of steel. Hunger made the Yellow Skins ignore everything around it and pounced on the table, not even caring about the heat.

She grabbed the bowl and started eating like crazy, even though she didn't have a table yesterday.

The entire earthenware pot of thick porridge, plus 13 large flatbreads, was devoured by the Yellow Skins. It was clearly starving, and in the end, it was so full it nearly died, and it plopped down on the ground.

It was only then that the Yellow Skins realized there were two dogs standing next to it, and these two dogs could talk!

Are you also Perpetual?

Knowing this guy would ask that question, Mordred was already fully prepared, performed a backflip and jumped in front of Horus.

Even though they were indoors, a gentle breeze stirred around them, ruffling Mordred's red cloak. His mouth was slightly open, and despite being a small dog, he exuded an unparalleled aura of dominance.

Horus roared to the sky, a gentle breeze ruffling his flawless, silvery-white fur, which, combined with his gold accessories, gave him an indescribable air of nobility.

"Hmph! Since you've asked so sincerely..."

"Then we will mercifully tell you."

"For love and peace, for the upholding of justice and hope, I, Remus, possess unparalleled wisdom!"

"Romus, who possesses endless power!"

And you--

Stared at by two pairs of piercing dog eyes, the Yellow Skins instinctively pointed at itself. "Me?"

"Yes, you're Neos, the magical girl we chose! Call me 'Daddy'!"

Whether it's plausible or not, if dogs can talk, what's impossible?

Even so, the Yellow Skins wouldn't call the two obviously mentally unstable monsters "Dad"; she always thought the two dogs were a bit silly.

"But I'm not Neos! The Neos you're talking about has gone to war. I'm just one of his clones. My name is Makara."

Why?