Riding an Owl Sword, Flying on the Wind!

Hermes froze for a moment.

A huge question mark appeared in the owl's tiny head, along with a growing sense of unease.

His master seemed to have absolutely no shame?!

But under Rhine's persuasion, Hermes still gritted his teeth and flew out. Pinching his voice, he called out according to the lines Rhine had given him.

"Rich young woman living alone, offering a fortune for children. Any owl brothers interested?"

"Huge estate, luxurious villa, generous pay, three meals included, all the jerky you can eat..."

Rhine looked at Hermes with surprise in his eyes.

Well, damn. The talent was pretty good—he could really put on a cutesy voice.

As Hermes flew through the night sky, owls in several nearby woods suddenly opened their eyes excitedly.

"Jerky?"

"A rich woman?"

"I'm coming!"

But some male owls wore strange expressions.

"Why does this rich woman's call sound so weird?"

"It kind of... kind of sounds like a male owl pretending?"

Yet the next moment, they flapped their wings even more excitedly.

After all, this was Britain!

Soon, Rhine, who had climbed onto the roof, saw Hermes flying back toward him in a panic.

Behind him, at least a dozen or twenty owls followed in a dark mass, their eyes glowing green as they stared at Hermes.

No wonder Hermes was flying for his life. If he slowed down even a little, he feared his chastity would be at risk.

"Master, I brought them all here, but they're way too excited and won't listen! What do we do?!"

Hermes panicked.

Rhine grinned and stopped suppressing his Bronze Skin and Iron Bones. A golden-bronze sheen flowed over his skin.

Along with it came the aura of a Primordial white ape mutant.

Even a trace of it had once made Hagrid's hair stand on end, making him suspect Rhine of keeping some ferocious Class 5X magical creature.

Now that it was released, even though the owls had been worked up, they instantly calmed down. Their feathers stood on end, and none of them dared move.

Seeing the calmed owls, Rhine smiled.

"Don't be afraid. I want to make a deal with you."

When they heard Rhine say that he wanted to stand on them and have them carry him through the air, the owls looked at one another. They had never imagined such a bizarre method.

But soon, after hearing Rhine's offer and feeling the effects of the Spirit Beast Affinity Talent, the owls all revealed shocked expressions.

"Unlimited jerky, really?"

"You'll really give us detached owl villas to live in?"

"Well... it wouldn't be impossible to let you stand on our backs..."

"Hermes will be in the middle, and we'll circle around him, right? Then I have no objections at all."

Hermes's feathers instantly puffed up.

Master, there are perverts!

They're all perverts!

Oh, right, I almost forgot. Master is a shameless pervert too!

Soon, under Rhine's persuasion, the unwilling Hermes became the "body" of the owl formation.

The other owls gathered around him and actually formed a platform for Rhine to stand on.

But as Rhine looked at it, he felt that something was still missing.

"Right, the shape!"

"How can such a cool way of flying not have a proper shape?"

"Everyone, let's shift directions a little."

Under Rhine's command, a massive Owl Flying Sword took shape atop his estate's roof.

Excitement flashed in Rhine's eyes.

Riding a sword through the skies—this was a yearning engraved deep in his genes!

It might not be a traditional flying sword, but it could fly and looked like a sword, so how was it not a flying sword?

This was a magical-world-style living flying sword, the research achievement of the magical-world branch of the Beast Taming Sect!

Then Rhine carefully stepped onto the Owl Flying Sword.

The Owl Flying Sword sank slightly, but it still supported Rhine's body.

With so many owls sharing Rhine's weight, it was fairly easy for them, even with his Bronze Skin and Iron Bones.

Then, just as Rhine felt the platform beneath his feet was somewhat bumpy and unstable, he suddenly experienced a strange sensation. It was as if his feet had taken root, and his body naturally rose and fell along with the Owl Flying Sword.

Mount Mastery took effect. Rhine could ride nearly any mount—flying swords, Flying Broomsticks, Thestrals all counted, and so did the Owl Flying Sword!

With his heart settled, Rhine took a deep breath.

This height was not too great. With Bronze Skin and Iron Bones, even falling would not be much of a problem.

"Then, fly!"

At his command, the owls forming the flying sword flapped their wings in unison. After an initial period of awkwardness, they gradually became familiar with each other's movements, and the rhythm of their wingbeats slowly synchronized.

The Owl Flying Sword had finished warming up.

The next second, the scenery before Rhine's eyes blurred, and he shot into the air.

The world below shrank away, while the surrounding sights streaked past faster and faster.

The wind began to howl.

After his initial shock and slight panic, Rhine began to laugh loudly.

With a combination of talents and the sacrifice of just a tiny bit of dignity, he had taken flight!

In the magical world, aside from Voldemort and Snape, who would later be taught a little magic by Voldemort, no one had been able to fly without relying on Flying Broomsticks, Thestrals, Flying Carpets, or similar means.

But at this moment, Rhine had done it!

Riding an Owl Sword, flying on the wind!

Under the Wind Riding Talent, the roaring winds around him became gentle as they approached Rhine. Not only did they cause him no trouble, they even made the Owl Flying Sword's flight less strenuous.

"Faster, go faster!"

At Rhine's call, the Owl Flying Sword flew higher and higher, faster and faster, shooting straight into the clouds.

It was only after a full half hour that Rhine finally calmed down from the excitement and wild joy of his first flight.

This feeling of breaking free from gravity was incredible!

And this was only the beginning. A longing look appeared in Rhine's eyes.

An Owl Flying Sword was nothing more than a crude little trick.

Even the Firebolt of the future, Voldemort's flying magic, or even riding a fire dragon through the skies were nothing special.

Riding the wind through empty space, soaring through clouds and mist—this was the true bearing of Immortal Gods.

One day, he would surely reach that realm and attain true freedom!

At that moment, Rhine looked down from the sky.

"Where are we?"

Then Rhine saw Diagon Alley beneath the night sky.

It seemed that as the core of the Owl Flying Sword, this was the place Hermes knew best. Without realizing it, he had brought Rhine here.

And because he was originally a creature of the magical world, Diagon Alley's concealment magic had no effect on him.

Without passing through The Leaky Cauldron, Rhine could enter Diagon Alley with Hermes's help.

"What does this count as? It should count as a bug in Diagon Alley, right?"

"After all, no one in the magical world had ever imagined someone could fly on owls, so all the measures against Flying Broomsticks, Flying Carpets, and the like are useless."

And that gave Rhine an idea.

In other words, no matter what he did in Diagon Alley, as long as he did not use magic, the magical world would not be able to trace it back to him.

His gaze fell on the still brightly lit Gringotts, then shifted to Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, who were listed under Enemy Relationship on his system panel—namely, the goblin Ragnok at Gringotts.

Rhine narrowed his eyes.

He had not forgotten that beating Ragnok and the others up would earn him the Feast on Wind and Drink Dew Talent, which could assist his cultivation.

"You guys treated my sincere friendship like a superficial brotherhood, huh?"

"Today, I'll show you what it means to never let a grudge last overnight—and what it means for justice to fall from the heavens!"