The Great Demon King

Chapter 14: Took care of it in advance

The next day, Han Shuo was rudely awakened by a heavy trash bag being dumped on him.

He had been sweetly dreaming when he felt a heavy mountain toppling down on him. He alertly scrambled up from the bed, and rubbed his eyes to see that there was an extra heavy bag of trash on the bed. He immediately understood that someone must've thrown their trash in through the warehouse window.

He nagged and cursed randomly, kicking the bag of trash off the bed. The bag landed with a thump and rolled towards the door. Han Shuo was about to go back to sleep, when he realized that the time must've been late if someone had thrown a bag of trash in.

The sun had indeed risen high into the sky when Han Shuo pushed open the windows to take in the view. He sighed in turn, thinking that he had overexerted himself with training last night. He had definitely overslept today, and was about to hurry out the door, when he suddenly recalled last night's dream. He seemed to remember that the little skeleton had gotten revenge on Fitch for him. Han Shuo's heart leapt in fright when he remembered that last time he had a similar dream, the events had actually happened. His gaze quickly searched towards the wooden bucket.

He was greeted with the sight of the skeleton resting two bony, black hands on the sides of the bucket, and its left leg bone crossed on top of its right leg bone, swinging lazily to and fro, as if it was enjoying a sauna. It looked very comfortable and looked every bit a dapper rogue.

Han Shuo breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it still in the wooden bucket and mused silently for a moment. He got up and shoved the bucket underneath the bed, and only left the warehouse to tackle his day's duties after he'd grabbed a trash bag to plug the space underneath the bed.

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

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

"Oh, my mind's groggy after Fitch's two taps yesterday. That's why I overslept."

"Heh heh!" Jack suddenly gave a light, gloating laugh and put his head confidentially next to Han Shuo's. He said lowly, "Bryan, you don't need to be mad. I heard the students talking on the way to class today. That the black, seven-winged skeleton, that appeared last time, beat Fitch up last night. His face is bruised and puffy!"

Han Shuo, "...."

So the dream really had taken place, with a few marked differences from what he'd imagined. This time, the little skeleton was noticeably much faster and had already finished executing its commands. No wonder the little skeleton had been lying in the bucket in a different position from the night when he checked the bucket this morning.

"Eh, Bryan. Why aren't you saying anything? Are you too happy? Haha, that must be the case. That black skeleton is really something. When Fitch had been beaten awake, he only saw the flapping of the seven wings. The skeleton leapt straight down from the window and escaped that way. Oh! Fitch lives on the fourth floor. It's amazing that the skeleton didn't land in pieces of broken bones!"

Han Shuo gave two dry coughs and was feeling quite gratified. He glossed over the topic and said, "Well done! I wonder who summoned that little skeleton and got revenge for me. I've been so lucky lately!"

No more unlucky things happened to Han Shuo in the next few days, and no one came looking for him to practice magic. In these days, Han Shuo took advantage of the rare quiet to stand outside the necromancy classrooms early in the morning, and eavesdrop on Gene's lectures with a broom in hand.

Maybe it was due to his beating at the hands of the skeleton, but Fitch didn't show up to class in those few days. Han Shuo eavesdropped on Gene's explanations of magical knowledge everyday, and was enlightened on many theories that he simply did not understand prior.