The Great Demon King

Chapter 13: Mystical Glacial Spellfire

Indeed, Fitch's face twisted sinisterly as soon as Gene had finished speaking, almost as if someone had stepped on his face with a dirty shoe. He quickly glanced at the dumbly smiling Han Shuo, but proceeded to speak to Gene, "Master Gene, this outrageous errand slave dared to trip me. How can I not teach him a lesson?!"

Fitch rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, and hit Han Shuo on the head with his grey magic staff. Han Shuo actually breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fitch wasn't using magic, but merely his staff instead. Although Fitch was tall, he didn't have much strength. Han Shuo saw that the blow was descending without too much force, and decided to ignore it entirely. He stood there and made no attempt to dodge, just continued to smile in a silly, honest way.

Pow!

Han Shuo suddenly experienced acute pain when the magic staff knocked against his forehead. He gave a bloodcurdling "aiyo!" and grimaced in pain from the magic staff in Fitch's hands. Who would've thought that although the staff looked like it was made of wood, it had the heft and hardness of metal. Han Shuo could only feel that his brain was buzzing with agony, and that a huge lump had already formed on his forehead.

"Damnit, why is this magic staff so hard and so heavy? I've miscalculated this time!" Han Shuo thought as his forehead was bashed again, before his brain had had a chance to recover from the first hit. He felt his head grow heavy, and he stiffly fainted dead away onto the ground.

When Han Shuo came to, he found himself on a large, soft bed. Faint medicinal scents floated in the air. He noticed that the two big lumps on his head had already faded, and there seemed to be some type of ointment applied to them. It had a cooling effect and felt very comfortable.

"You're awake?" A face suddenly came near him. Light purple, wavy, long hair, sparkling clear eyes, fresh white teeth, and sexy red lips blew out a breath of slight fragrance onto Han Shuo's face.

"Eh, Fan... Master Fanny!" Han Shuo's gave a soft gasp at the sight of the pretty face in front him, and his heart began pounding. He pulled himself up into a sitting position on the bed and glanced around, taking in his surroundings.

The room was 20 square meters, and a large upright drawer was nearby. It contained a variety of medicinal vials, as well as some bones from magical creatures on the side. The walls were filled with magical drawings and text. In the middle was a pedestal made of darkly colored rocks, with a simple magic matrix formed on top of it. One glance was enough to tell Han Shuo that this was Fanny's laboratory.

As Han Shuo was observing his surroundings, Fanny was also scrutinizing him with a great deal of surprise. It wasn't until Han Shuo's sight had made a full circle and looked towards her, that Fanny extended a slender finger and lightly tapped his forehead. A small exclamation of bewilderment followed shortly thereafter, "Eh? The bumps went down so quickly? There wasn't even any bleeding under such a heavy staff thumping... How is this possible?"

Han Shuo's heart lurched when Fanny's finger touched him, and his nose greedily took in a deep breath. His lips curved up slightly in satisfaction as a whiff of fragrance drifted towards him.

Fanny, on the other hand, was stunned by Han Shuo's behavior. His actions just now bore a few obvious hints of wanton seduction, and was a marked difference from Bryan's typical timid and cowardly behavior. This made her pause in incomprehension, but a low sigh of understanding followed thereafter. She murmured lightly, "I didn't believe them before, but it does seem that Bryan has gone a little crazy. I can't believe an Agony of the Soul has turned him into this, sigh!"

Although Fanny had murmured in an exceedingly low voice, Han Shuo clearly heard everything. He laughed wryly inside, and thought that here was yet another person who truly believed that he had gone mad.