Chapter 176: Extra Lessons

Chapter 176: Extra Lessons



The door opened, and Ilkin stepped into a small break room designed for the Eldertree door guards.

After filling the cup with fresh coffee, he took a seat at the table and let out a couple of yawns before settling in to enjoy the quiet moment of morning relaxation.

A few sips later, the door again opened, and Willibert, with his bed hair and rumpled shirt, shuffled in with a tired smile.

"Good morning, yawn." Willibert said and took some green bean tea instead, as he didn't fancy coffee, and then took a seat beside his friend.

"Morning," Ilkin said and took a sip of the coffee. "Any interesting happening today?"

"The same old shit." Willibert and then checked the time on his timepiece. "Oh, finish the drink quick; we'll need to be on our post in five."

"These work hours suck." Ilkin said and took a sip of his coffee. "I understand why you complain every day."

"Oh, the strict Ilkin is finally coming to the light." Willibert smirked, then finished his drink and went to wash the cup.

Ilkin did the same, and after they put on their work uniforms, they left the break room and walked down a long wood-made hallway until they arrived at the door of the Eldertree.

They shared a glance, then brought out two identical-looking keys and inserted them into the locks simultaneously.

"One, two, three."

Click.

They turned their keys about 90 degrees, and the door creaked open with a gust of fresh air.

Ilkin pushed the door open and let out a relaxed sigh as he stepped into the morning air.

This was the best moment of his days, taking the first step of the morning and feeling the sun on his face.

However, at that moment, he saw something on his peripheral vision and turned to see what it was.

A young man, in his early twenties, was sitting beside the door, his back against the bark of the elder tree, and his eyes were slightly open, staring at the ants that were avoiding his boots.

"Holy shit!" Ilkin screamed and jumped back in surprise.

Willibert's mouth hung wide open. "Wait, you're Adam; why the hell are you outside?!" They didn't hear from anyone that there was a student left outside!

"Oh, it's morning already." Adam scratched his head and noticed the brightness of the sky. "Y-you stayed outside the whole night?" Ilkin asked, disbelief in his face.

"Yeah..." Adam stood up from the ground, slipped his hands inside his pockets, and stepped through the door.

The two guards noticed that the back of his shirt and jacket was ripped apart from what seemed to be a result of a fight.

"Why weren't we informed that someone was left outside?" Ilkin asked.

"Adam must've been Bertha's student. They were the only student group outside yesterday."

"Why didn't she tell us?" Ilkin asked.

"Because there's nothing we could've done." Willibert said. "How did he survive?" for new novels

Ilkin gulped.

The same question haunted his mind.

--

At the top floor of the Eldertree, inside the headmaster's bed chamber.

Renard, snuggled under the blanket, read through some of yesterday's reports.

Beside him on the bed, Bertha, naked under the blanket, slept soundly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

After taking his seat at the opposite side of the table, Renard nodded to Adam.

"I am happy to see you well, Adam."

"Mm..." Adam grunted in response.

Renard's eyebrow jumped in surprise.

That response took him off-guard, and he had a feeling that Adam seemed slightly different

from his old self. It was as if that one bit of childlike innocence that Adam used to have had

disappeared.

"Show some respect; you're speaking to the headmaster!" Bertha screamed out.

"That's fine." Renard raised his hand to silence her. "He had a long night, and he must be

tired. I doubt you had a chance to sleep, right?"

Adam didn't answer that question.

He tried to log out during the night as the Sleepwalker Poison and just natural sleepiness tried

to put him in a deep sleep.

Surprisingly enough, he couldn't log out because it was impossible to do so if the game

detected that one was inside a combat.

While he wasn't outright attacked, not even once, he felt like he was stared at non-stop. It meant he was at some kind of combat-combat of auras.

"You can leave." Renard said after seeing him being non-responsive. "We'll talk about this

later. I'll allow you to skip today's classes."

Adam nodded and stood up; then, as he saw Bertha, he asked. "Do I get the reward? Unfortunately, my partner died, so I suppose I am only one to get the reward." Bertha nodded sternly. "The reward was a potion made out of those ingredients. It's called

the Elixir of Stamina. It increases one's energy and endurance for a full day."

"May I trade that reward for something else?" Adam asked.

"For what?" Bertha frowned.

"May I get extra lessons about Herbology?" Adam asked. "I'd like to learn how to make

potions myself."

"You'll learn that from my classes; you don't need extra lessons." Bertha said with a frown.

The main reason she refused was because she was too lazy to teach any more than needed.

"Hey, Bertha." Renard said sternly. "Adam is genuinely interested in learning and could benefit from your guidance. Extra lessons don't hurt anyone."

"B-but..." Bertha stammered, but after seeing his cold gaze, she lowered her head and

nodded. "Alright, fine..."

"I appreciate it." Adam said without a smile and then left the office, but instead of using his Floor Orb, he jumped off the railing and started falling thousands of meters down.

Then, his beautiful flower-petaled wings sprouted out of his back like blooming flowers and

stopped his fall.

With that, he landed on the floor of the dormitory, and his wings shrank back inside his body.