Long-Term Plan

"Oops!" Huvel exclaimed looking at Laurent's face which was messy with his milky juice.

Laurent was dumbfounded. He was overwhelmed by the fishy smell and he felt that something warm was all over his face. Before he could say anything, Huvel wiped his face with a cloth nearby. Then he stood up and kissed Laurent's lips that were still yet to dry.

"Good night. Have sweet dreams!" He said and left Laurent with his 'unfinished business'.

Laurent froze in place. He recovered only after a while. He was frustrated. He did not care about the fishy smell anymore and tended to his own business. But he could not regain the unworldly pleasure from before. He longed for the young sir's tongue!

Huvel left Laurent without granting him a proper finish. He did it intentionally. It was not because he wanted to torture him but because he was taking things slowly. He knew about men too well in his past life. After ejaculation, men quickly lost interest of their partners and might even feel disgusted at them.

He could not let his first straight target felt creepy towards him and ran away before he could do the real thing. Before, he even used a spell to make Laurent asleep after their bondage session to prevent such thing. If not for his long-term plan, he wanted to go all out since the first day he saw Laurent!

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Huvel started to try making potions the next day. Karl brought the tools and herbs little by little every day and it was enough to make a basic healing potion. He closed the door to his room and casted [Dark Shroud] to prevent the servants from finding out what he was doing. He started by classifying the herbs. When he offhandedly injected some mana into a herb, he surprisingly learnt that he could understand the medical effect of it.

"No wonder the first light wizard was also the first to start potion making." Huvel remarked. "Light Prowess had this cheating skill of gaining insight of human bodies and herbs! Even though anyone can study potion making, the progress and understanding achieved by someone with Light Prowess will always surpass a normal person."

Becoming impassioned, he started making his first potion. There was no one to teach him so he could only rely on the vague descriptions in the books and his instinct. He smashed the herbs and mixed them in a small glass bowl. He transferred the solution from the mixed herbs into a flask and put it on the fire. As soon as an eerie smell came out, he understood that he failed. He cancelled his [Dark Shroud] spell immediately and opened the windows before he was killed by the smell.

"The properties of the smashed herbs changed when I mixed them. There seem to be a need of mixing order. Only the ingredients were written in the books. There was not a single recipe in them. I wonder if I can get a recipe from a potion maker."

But he knew that he could not get his hands on a potion recipe easily. According to the books, potion makers were contracted to the Potion Tower. Potion Tower was the place where people study potion making. It was managed by a light wizard and it was unaffiliated to any nation.

A student of the tower could not leak the recipes or teach other people because a contract was inscribed in their body by a magic spell once they became a student. If any student tried to write or recite a recipe, the spell in the contract would punish them before they could finish the recipe.

"They are very secretive and the number of potion makers are few. But it makes their products more valuable. If I can make even a type of potion by myself, even if it is inferior, I can get a small sum of money to prepare my own force."

Huvel encourage himself by thinking of the reward he could achieve. He immersed himself in his experiments for another two full days. He came out of his room only for morning exercises and meals.

Laurent often peeked him during the meals but did not say anything. He was surprised when a servant informed him that his master was recuperating from his old injuries and did not want anyone to disturbed him.

"He was in heat in the past few days. He didn't look like he has injuries. Maybe he is doing it with a servant!" He thought.

He could not help but remembered the unworldly pleasure he felt before. He wanted to feel that again but he could never ask him do again. That would be too shameful! As such, he was a little envy of the servant that would get such pleasure.

Huvel did not called him the next day either. He was happy that he did not have to do weird things. But he was also unsettled because his sexual desire was raising.

"I wish he was a lady so that I can have my way. This house is too boring. There was not even a maid. Should I sneak out and go to a brothel?" He thought.

He had some wine after dinner and decided to go to bed early while he was still tipsy. But before he could get into the bed, there was a knock on the door.

"Mister Armon, master asked you to join him to bath." A voice came from outside of the door.

"Huh! Why should a man accompany another man in bath?!" He scorned inwardly. "This man and his weird taste!"

Nonetheless, he followed the servant to the bathroom. He got sweet floral smell once he entered. He could see steams on top of the bath pool. He had used that bathroom a few times so he was used to the extravagantness of the room but the servants never made him a hot bath or a floral scented bath before.

"Is this a high-rank noble exclusive bath?" He smiled bitterly as he undressed.

The pool was large enough for five people to lie in it. Huvel was already sitting in the middle. Laurent got close to the bath pool, with the bath robe on him.

"Sir, did you summon me to clean your back." He said with courtesy.

Huvel looked at him from head to toe, and smiled brightly.

"No, it's the opposite," he replied. "I called for you to clean your 'back'."