Chapter 75:Urge to leave/Search for salvation

But something went unnoticed by the one that used to be unnoticed by others, one to be aware of everything and be several steps ahead of everyone else in the world. This time, however, he was the one careless.

This time, he was too careless in dealing with a person such as August. Unaware of August's actions, he went back to his hideout to relax and analyse all of the new information that he was able to extract from his student.

Sitting behind a table and filling his research diary, he felt something burning on his skin. Touching his cheek, he felt how the place started to burn more and more. Going from something uncomfortable to something agonising.

Trying to recall the things that just happened and what could be the reason for the pain that appeared out of nowhere, he almost immediately recalled when August, through the pain and with all of his willpower, spit on his face. At that time, he didn't really pay any attention to such an act, but thinking about that right now, it brought some explanations.

This almost immediately made him pissed. He hissed under his breath, thinking to himself, "This little bastard should be the one responsible for that. There should be some kind of poison that he could put into his saliva when he found that he was assaulted. He used the most natural way to get angry and used it to his advantage. I will get back at him for this. This I can promise."

The man put his palm over his face and laughed madly with a crazy smile slowly creeping out on his face.

"Hahaha, this was a nice move, little snail. I can see that I didn't waste my time on someone who wasn't worth the time I spent on you. All of the jobs that I did on you will surely pay off in the future," said the man while also being madly excited about the future paths that August could take and be someone great, while also just being his pawn running for his commands like a little and nice dog.

But before that, he wanted to teach the little mad boy a lesson that it is not a good way of showing that you are appreciative of the chances that your masters grant you.

Being overconfident like always, he didn't expect that the poison would be something special, well, not special enough to deal with the magical protection that he created to prevent himself from being poisoned just like this.

Standing up, he tried to teleport back to August's room, but something seemed off. As soon as he stood up, his head started to feel dizzy, and his sense of coordination started to disappear.

At this point, it struck him hard when the fact that the poison was something new and something he didn't have an efficient way to avoid. Without risking anymore, he rushed to the closet where all the things he had made were stored. He understood that the thing he was affected by was no joke.

Every step he took, he felt how senses of his body started to disappear, how numbness started to show its effect on his legs and arms, making it harder for him to move with every inch he walked through.

Before reaching the closed, his legs decided it was a nice time to go completely numb, making the man drop to the ground and kiss the floor with his lips.

His face touched the floor with the sound of a crack. This was his nose breaking under the force of his body.

Cursing aloud with his mouth numb, the man said, "Foulck". Not giving up, he used his still active hands and crawled to the closed opening the door of the closed and also pulled it on himself, making it drop all the vials that were stored there.

Rain of different vials could be heard crashing on the floor, cutting the perfect and flawless skin on the man's body. This also hurt his pride because the man who for decades used to be someone who could not be stopped by normal means was almost defeated by the youngster that still had milk on his lips.

His hands were also giving up, and there was no way out anymore. But even at such a desperate moment, he didn't dare to give up and use his head, and he moved closer to the liquid spilt on the floor.

With little concern about small parts of glass mixed in the mixture of the potions, he started to lick it, cutting his tongue, making it bleed, but ignoring the cuts and pain, he kept licking the content of the potion that might be able to save him.

Doing several licks, he felt his head spinning like crazy and his eyes getting heavy. Being cut by all of the vials, with his nose broken and tongue in blood, he closed his eyes, giving his future in the hands of destiny.

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At the same time, August was frozen in the same position, not being able to move an inch. While being immobile, he was analysing their fight. Or, if you would be honest enough to call it what it was, the humiliation of the one by someone far more superior and knowledgeable but still dumb enough to be blinded by his pride and overconfidence.

One thing that scared August the most was when he used his magic, and suddenly, the magic that was affecting him started to get stronger. For this result to take place, there should be a special explanation.

Another piece of information that was highly questionable was the fact that no matter what, his sixth sense would not dare to kick in as well as a medallion with his main fiction of defining magic around.

The only logical explanation that could be assumed at this point is that the magic that August is affected is not s curse. It is something else that is directly linked to his use of magic. The more he uses his magic, and the more severe his condition will be.

Using this information, the only logical conclusion that he could take is to limit himself from using magic in any kind of situation until the case is solved and shackles are broken.

But at the same time as thinking about the condition he was facing, he could not help but grin while thinking about the man having fun with his poison. The fact that the man was not back yet was evident enough to prove that this got him hard.

When the effects of the magic were wearing off, August started to think about the ways to solve the problem. But he was low on options at the moment, and his best guess would be to travel to grand cherry forest and see if this place would show him the way out and if the words said in the text were evident enough to trust them.

But at the same time, he also understood that there was nothing fully true or false, making it impossible to guess until seen.

He got some sleep for the rest of the night before packing bags full of herbs and equipment. August made his way away from the place known as the Kaer Morhen leaving behind everyone, just after a short day of seeing each other after a long break.

However, he was not that rude to leave without leaving a hint for others to know that he was fine.

Leaving behind a letter with a few words of apology and explanation that he is forced to flee from this place to search for something vital for his future and that the rest should not meddle in these matters since they were too complicated and dangerous for their own good.

Giving the last glance in the direction of the keep, he silently wished everyone a good year before saddling and hitting the road once more. But this time, his destination was not a random wonder but the quest of getting his free will back.

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Well here is another chapter out. I wrote it on the airplane and edited it to the best of my abilities, hopefully, the quality is good enough for all of you.

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