Moonlight spilled into the dense forest, and there were only the soft cries of insects in the surroundings. However, with Han Shuo's sensitive ears, he could hear Claude's low breathing as he suppressed his anger.
"Damned lowly servant, pig, who do you think you are to trick me?" Claude's suppressed rage finally exploded as he looked at Han Shuo fiercely. His usual sunny demeanor had already disappeared beyond the highest heavens.
A barrage of attacks rained down on Han Shuo's body. Han Shuo covered his head with his hands and didn't make a move to block, forcefully enduring Claude's thunderous rage. He finally curled up and fell to the ground, looking like he couldn't take any more heavy blows.
Han Shuo, who had been thinking with a wry smile, was caught off guard and stumbled to the left from a slap to the face. It was a good thing that Han Shuo's body was far stronger than the average person's, and he steadied himself amidst the chaos. After regaining his footing, he held his cheek and looked at Claude with a wry smile.
"Little fellow, what are you doing here?" The skinny mage looked at Han Shuo and asked with a slight smile.
"Alright." Han Shuo thought carefully for a moment. He knew that he was in trouble this time and had already prepared himself to be beaten up by Claude. He followed behind Claude and gradually walked out of the town of Drol, arriving in a dense forest to the southwest of the town.
"I'm the son of the chief of the Gryphon Legion. You damned errand slave, how dare you hurt me?" Claude's body was in so much pain that it felt like it was going to split open, and he shouted angrily in a weak voice.
The old mage nodded and thought for a moment with a frown. He said to the female elven archer beside him, "Blanche, go investigate and see if it's the orcs' wolf riders. Every year when it's almost winter, they always send out wolf riders to plunder the border villages of the Empire.
"How is it? Painful isn't it? But I won't let you die so easily. Do you know who I am? I am Claude Ascher, the son of the commander of the Gryphon Legion, Bob Ascher. You damned errand slave, how dare you scheme against me and ruin the good time between me and Irene. I will make you suffer and die slowly, ahaha. " Claude viciously stared at Han Shuo. He sneered as he drew his longsword and walked towards Han Shuo step by step.
However, the geography of the town of Drol is special, and there are large numbers of adventurers and mercenaries inside. Over the years, the orcs have never sent wolf riders to attack the town of Drol. Why is it so strange this time, and there's still a long time until winter! "
Eirinn's face was full of rage as she glared at Claude and scolded him. She said hatefully, "Claude, you're disgusting. I don't want to see you ever again. Katie, let's go."
After Han Shuo had walked away, Felix stared oddly at Han Shuo's back and thought for a while before murmuring to himself, "I must be overthinking things. There's no way that this kid's senses are stronger than my wind archmage's!"
Han Shuo had thought that he would at most be beaten up by Claude for this kind of prank, but the results now finally made Han Shuo realize the cruelty of reality. Not only did Claude want him dead this time, but he also wanted him to die in extreme pain. This was the cruel reality.
Because the process of training this magical yuan was often accompanied by unbearable pain, this caused Han Shuo's personality to change from the casual attitude of the past to one of unyielding determination. Han Shuo had greatly improved both in terms of willpower and endurance towards pain.
From the two's cautious attitudes, Han Shuo understood that they should've also sensed the abnormalities in the south. After thinking for a moment, Han Shuo bowed slightly and responded, "Honored mage, I've separated from my companions. They said that they'll be back in a few days, so I've been waiting here."
Pa!
The sound of footsteps traveled from the distance, coming from the intersection of the town of Drol and the Dark Forest to the south. From the deep and rhythmic sound of the footsteps landing, Han Shuo could determine that it should've come from a type of swift magical beast. These magical beasts were definitely heavier than warhorses, and there should be quite a few of them as well.
Now that things had progressed to this point, Han Shuo knew that his goals had been achieved and there was no longer any need to stay. When he saw Eirinn and Katie quickly walk in his direction, he hurriedly concealed himself and leisurely made his way back to the hotel.
"Little fellow, the town of Drol isn't very peaceful. It's late at night, you should go back and rest early. Your companions should be looking for you when they return. There's no need to keep waiting like this." Felix smiled faintly as he looked at Han Shuo and advised him in a gentle voice.
"Thank you for letting me know the cruelty of reality. It's because of your noble status that I'm not only going to hurt you, I'm going to kill you! "
His heart trembling, Han Shuo had a faint sense of foreboding. Han Shuo could feel Claude's repressed anger from his body. Although Claude's gaze was calm when he looked at him, Han Shuo could still feel the strong undulations of his emotions from the slight chewing of his teeth.
It looked like a beating was inevitable. Han Shuo smiled wryly, but he didn't feel that it was too frightening. Han Shuo had gotten used to being beaten over the past few days, and Han Shuo was well aware of the state of his body. He knew that ordinary beatings wouldn't hurt him at all, so he was quite calm.
When Claude wanted to dodge, he suddenly let out a shrill scream. Several steel needles had pierced into the backs of his feet, directly nailing his feet to the ground. A bone-piercing pain came from his lower abdomen. Claude looked down and discovered that there was a dagger in his abdomen. Han Shuo was looking at him with a callous and apathetic face, and the look in his eyes was very unfamiliar to Claude.
Frowning, Han Shuo thought for a while and walked out of the hotel. He slowly walked in the direction of the magical creature's roar, wanting to see just what was going on.
As Han Shuo made his way back to the hotel, he saw a few people walk out from the nearby taverns and hotels with the same expression of surprise on their faces. They quickly made their way to the south street. It looked like they'd also sensed the commotion and wanted to see what was going on.
"Alright, Mister Felix." The female elven archer named Blanche immediately headed south when she heard Felix's words, floating past Han Shuo like a gust of wind.
"Brian, I have something to discuss with you. Come with me!" On the way back to the hotel, Han Shuo ran into Claude on the street leading to the hotel. Claude's face was currently clouded, and he looked to be in a terrible mood.
Unknowingly, Han Shuo's entire personality and mentality had been constantly changing as he trained in magical yuan. As his strength gradually increased, the previously cowardly and timid Han Shuo had undergone tremendous changes. His perception and understanding of things were vastly different from what he'd originally thought.
It was only now that Han Shuo finally understood that he'd been making a mistake all this time. Whether it was Fitch or Bach, his methods were immensely dangerous. With his status as an errand slave, no matter who killed him, they wouldn't have to bear much risk. Even if Bach killed him, he would at most be reprimanded by the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force and compensated with a few gold coins.
First, there was a burst of ear-piercing screams, followed by all sorts of noises coming from a house on the left side of the alley. After a while, a dazed and disheveled Claude was forcibly dragged out by Beacher and the others.
"I will cut you into a few pieces, and let you howl in agony as you bleed. You will slowly taste the agony before you die. Remember your identity in your next life. You're just a lowly servant pig. Never try to challenge the temper of those above you. " Claude jeered maliciously as the longsword in his hand stabbed towards the chest of Han Shuo, who was curled up on the ground and seemed to have lost all ability to resist.
Han Shuo said these words indifferently, and another steel needle appeared in his right hand amidst Claude's terrified screams. He directly pierced Claude's throat.
Staring blankly at Claude, Han Shuo's thoughts raced. At this moment, Han Shuo already understood that his actions in the tavern just now had been too rash and impulsive. After Claude had regained consciousness, he must have noticed the state of his body, and must have guessed that the Purple Leylan he'd drunk in the tavern was a problem. Claude wasn't an idiot. There had only been Irene and him at the table at the time, and Irene definitely wouldn't have done such a thing. Thinking back to the waiter's sudden fall, Claude must have already guessed what had happened.
It was at this moment that the incessant howls suddenly disappeared. Han Shuo's curled up body suddenly moved, rolling towards Claude's feet. His speed was so fast that Claude was a bit unprepared.
Just as Han Shuo had left the tavern and arrived at the south street of Drol, two figures rushed over with faces full of panic. It was an old, skinny mage, and a female elf archer with sharp ears and green hair. When the two arrived, they took a look at Han Shuo and both had surprised expressions, as if they hadn't thought that Han Shuo would be here.
It was also at this moment that Han Shuo truly understood what kind of world this was. Status and class were deep-rooted existences. The enormous difference between the two's statuses allowed Claude to kill him without any qualms, and didn't need to bear too much responsibility. Claude had called him to this deserted forest only because he didn't want to ruin his noble status and aura. Even if they were in the busy streets of the town of Drol, no one would find it strange if Claude wanted to kill him.
"Mm, then I'll be going back first." Han Shuo responded calmly and walked back to the tavern after he'd finished speaking.
When he arrived at the tavern, Han Shuo washed up and sat on the bed, starting to train his magical yuan. As the magical yuan opened up his meridians inch by inch, Han Shuo clenched his teeth and experienced the heart-wrenching pain as he circulated his magical yuan over and over again using the "Opening Meridians" method.
A dull thud suddenly sounded in Han Shuo's heart. Han Shuo suddenly stopped training his magical yuan and held his breath, concentrating his attention. His entire body's functions instantly sank into a state of stillness.
Growth always came at a price. Han Shuo lay curled up on the ground, still loudly begging for mercy. His heart, which had originally only had a few evil thoughts, slowly began to turn cold and hard.
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