AKUMAS

Episode - 14 Take Care of It Earlier

The next day, Han Shuo was violently awakened by a heavy garbage bag.

He had been dreaming sweetly when he felt a heavy mountain fall on it. He hurriedly got up from the bed, and rubbed his eyes to see there was an extra heavy trash bag on the bed. He immediately understood that someone must have dumped their trash through the window of the warehouse.

He nagged and cursed at random, kicking the trash bag out of bed. The bag landed with a thud and rolled towards the door. Han Shuo was about to go back to sleep, when he realized that the time would have been too late if someone had thrown the trash bag.

The sun had indeed risen high into the sky when Han Shuo pushed open the window to look at the scene. He sighed in turn, thinking that he had forced himself with the training last night. He had completely fallen asleep today, and was about to rush out the door, when he suddenly recalled a dream last night. He seemed to remember that the little skeleton had taken revenge on Fitch for him. Han Shuo's heart jumped in fear as he remembered that the last time he had the same dream, the event had actually happened. His gaze quickly searched towards the wooden bucket.

He was greeted with a skeletal scene resting two black-boned hands on the side of the bucket, and the bones of his left foot crisscrossed over the bones of his right leg, swinging lazily to and fro, as if enjoying a sauna. It looked very comfortable and looked a little naughty.

Han Shuo sighed in relief when he saw her still in the wooden bucket and pondered in silence for a moment. He got up and pushed the bucket under the bed, and only left the barn to finish his tasks the day after he picked up the trash bag to clog the space under the bed.

"Hi Bryan, what took you so long today?" Jack was dusty from the statue as he greeted Han Shuo from afar with a smile.

Han Shuo glanced around him and knew that he was late because there were no students passing by on this street. Classes should be in session.

“Oh, my mind is dizzy after two beats of Fitch yesterday. That's why I overslept. ”

"Heh heh!" Jack suddenly gave off a light, boasting laughter and placed his head confidently next to Han Shuo. He said low, “Bryan, you don't have to be angry. I heard the students talking on the way to class today. That seven-winged black skeleton, which appeared last time, defeated Fitch last night. His face is bruised and swollen! ”

Han Shuo, “…. ”

So the dream had actually happened, with some real differences from what he had imagined. This time, the small skeleton felt much faster and had already finished executing its commands. No wonder the little skeleton was lying in the bucket in a different position from the night when he checked the bucket this morning.

“Eh, Bryan. Why didn't you say anything? Are you too happy? Haha, that must be the problem. That black skeleton was really something. When Fitch was beaten awake, he saw only the flapping of seven wings. The skeleton jumped straight down from the window and escaped like that. Oho! Fitch lives on the fourth floor. It was amazing that the skeleton did not fall into pieces! "

Han Shuo gave two dry coughs and felt quite grateful. He covered the topic and said, “That's great! I wonder who summoned that little skeleton and took revenge on me. I've been very lucky lately! "

No more unlucky things had happened to Han Shuo in the next few days, and no one had come looking for him to practice magic. In these days, Han Shuo took advantage of the rare silence to stand outside the necromancy classroom early in the morning, and eavesdropped on Gene's lecture with a broom in hand.

Perhaps it was because of his beating at the hands of the skeleton, but Fitch did not show up to the class in those few days. Han Shuo eavesdropped on Gene's explanation of magical knowledge on a daily basis, and was enlightened on many theories he did not understand before.

At night, Han Shuo practiced the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire", and little by little, circulated the magical yuan to his right palm and fingertips according to the method prescribed by the spellfire. It was burning with pain every time, but during these few days, Han Shuo had almost circulated the magical yuan to his wrist.

He continues to learn "The Foundations of Necromancy", and will mentally take down parts he doesn't understand to see if Gene, by chance, is, mentioning one of those topics when Han Shuo eavesdropped on his class.

Now that Han Shuo's rations had increased and his body was receiving more nutrients, not to mention that he was training his magical yuan, Han Shuo's body that had originally unknowingly undergone some fundamental changes. He began to build muscles, and even seemed to grow a little taller, while his temperament also changed.

The necromancy students all lowered Han Shuo's changes as a result of him going crazy. Han Shuo was basking in the ease with which no one noticed him, and continued to work and quietly practice magic. He was happy to witness the changes in his body.

"Oh endless darkness, turn into destructive bone arrows, and crush them according to my will, bone arrows!" Long sharp bone arrows cut from thin air when the spell was finished, and flew towards the straw figure in front of Han Shuo with a flick of his finger. However, it suddenly shuddered in the middle of the road.

Pa!

The bone arrow suddenly exploded halfway towards its target, and from the look towards it, the arrow had veered very far. It was in no way aimed at the figure of a straw puppet.

Han Shuo let out a low sigh as he shook his head, thinking that understanding the theory was one thing, actually using it was another. Han Shuo had been practicing this low-level bone arrow magic near the grave lately, and he had never been able to successfully cast it. Either he could not summon an arrow, or his direction was extremely unusual and would explode mid-flight.

These days, Han Shuo would always train his magic yuan for a while whenever night fell, then sneak into the cemetery, where he was once disposed of as a corpse, and then sneak into the cemetery, to practice necromancy in the middle of the night. The small skeleton would stand there motionless after hauling two bags of trash and throwing them away.

Just as Han Shuo was contemplating the spells and hand seals he had just used, and was trying to figure out where he was wrong by using his mental strength, he suddenly heard footsteps rushing in the distance. He started and quickly hid in the randomly scattered rock cliffs next to the grave.

The cemetery was spacious and completely quiet at night. Several visited aside from Han Shuo stopped by to dispose of the discarded magical materials. He secretly practiced magic here because he did not want to be found, and naturally hid from sight when he heard the sound of footsteps.

After a while, a tall, well-built, blue-haired middle-aged man, with his clothes dyed blood red and a bloody froth in his mouth, walked into Han Shuo's line of sight. He held the sword and staggered forward with an anxious look. He stumbled without direction, and continued to check behind his back.

His body trembled as he reached the area where Han Shuo had been training before, and his footsteps swayed as he fell to the ground. He took out a gray bag from his inner chest pocket, randomly clawed at the earth twice and stuffed the bag into the ground. He got up and continued running after he tidied up the earth.

"Dylan, where can you run now!" A voice full of kindness was brought from afar as a black light flashed and appeared to be a thin and weak old man behind the middle-aged man. He wore a loving smile on his face and his master's robe was wrapped in gold. He brought a clearly valuable staff embedded with rubies, sapphires, and topas.

The dark green light ball quickly flew from afar after the frail and friendly old witch appeared. When it reached the open, the dark green light suddenly disappeared and the burly, muscular swordswoman equipped with a long sword appeared.

"Mr Duke, how should we handle Dylan?" The swordsman stood politely next to the mage and asked humbly after he arrived.

The compassionate old mage, Duke, furrowed her sparse brows and saw a collapsed figure on the ground with blood coming out of her mouth. "Poor Dylan .. he may be at the end of his moorings. He should not suffer this kind of pain. Erick, tell him to go! ”

"The master is too kind!" Swordsman Erick praised with a strange expression on his face, and suddenly flashed like lightning towards Dylan who was still walking. Han Shuo caught a glimpse of the dark green light bulb as blood splashed from Dylan's back, and he ended up falling to the ground, motionless.

Erick sheathed his long sword and immediately bowed to look for Dylan's body. His facial expression became worse and worse, he finally stood up and said resignedly, "Master Duke, it's not him!"

"How is that possible!" The Duke was shocked and his expression changed. He summoned Dylan's corpse with a wave of his staff, chanting wind magic spells, and a few sharp blades of wind seemed to tear the corpse's clothes to pieces.

Han Shou clearly saw everything while hiding behind a stone outcrop. The dark green light that grew from Erick's long sword showed that he was a senior knight.

That such a senior knight was so respectful to the Duke meant that the identity, or ability of this person, was even higher. This was the first time Han Shuo had seen the murder happen, and his heart was pounding in panic.

"It really wasn't on him!" The Duke muttered to himself and threw Dylan's naked body to the ground like trash with another wave of his staff.

The duke shook his staff again, and a powerful pulse of mental strength gushed out toward Han Shuo. Han Shuo's body flew against his will and landed in front of the Duke.

"Eh? How do you know I was there? ”Not only was Han Shuo panicking internally, but his mouth was panicking as well. He lashed out with his limbs in the air and shouted in disbelief.

“Heh, cute and innocent little boy! Judging from your clothes, you are from the Magic and Power Academy of Babylon? ”Duke looked at Han Shuo kindly and threw him to the ground after delivering these sentences.

“Yes, I'm an errand boy from the Babylon Academy. I'm here to throw out the magic trash. I don't see anything now. Uh, it's too late. You guys keep chatting, I'll be back now. ”

Han Shuo stood up from the ground and responded with a face full of naivety. He took two measurable steps towards the academy field, then increased his speed and fled with all his might. These two strange men might have done something to my detriment, better get away as soon as possible.

"Heh, this guy is a bit shrewd. Erick, why don't you send him on his way? ”Duke spoke generously and laughed lightly behind Han Shuo's back.

Han Shuo felt a powerful airflow rapidly approaching as soon as the Duke finished speaking.