Chapter 87: Impromptu Battle

Chapter 87: Impromptu Battle

Tom fought his instincts to break out into a jog as he stalked after the Academy professor. The wash of the afternoon sun bathed his skin with its comforting golden glow, his gaze unobscured by its rays as it hawkishly locked on to his target. Thi/s chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.co/m

He took in his surroundings, noticing the lower footfall at the sleepy time of day. Not more than a dozen people filled his line of sight, which, when considering the wide thoroughfare flanked by peaceful residences and the occasional store or two, meant that they were all too spaced out for Tom to try and blend in within the crowd.

The salt and pepper haired professor took a right turn along the bend, his steps unhurried as he strode forward with an air of cultivated dignity.

Tom took advantage of their momentary separation, taking the opportunity to increase his pace, staggering it only before he rounded the bend.

He spotted his quarry with ease, the academy professors pace having flagged as he took his time to appreciate the shops lining the street. However, he kept moving and the stalemate Tom found himself in continued for another five minutes and another left turn.

Just where is he going? Tom thought, his expression blank as he continued to trail behind the professor.

His question was answered in a most abrupt manner, as the professor took a sharp right without any warning, down a narrow alleyway that looked to be squeezed between two three-story residences.

Tom paused, allowing himself a deep breath as he took in the sparse footfall on the main thoroughfare they had been following so far.

If I follow, he will almost certainly know, Tom concluded, his expression tense. But its not like I have a better option. And patrols seem to be less frequent this time of the day.

Gritting his teeth, Tom decided to follow.

He had to keep the act up for as long as he could, so he forced himself to maintain a calm pace as he stepped into the alleyway.

Almost immediately, his instincts picked up on the sharp, chilling sensation of danger, causing Toms expression to warp in surprise as he leapt to the side. One foot kicked off the left wall and pushed him towards the right, allowing him to gain enough elevation to evade the bouquet of translucent ice that bloomed right where he was standing moments ago.

Harassing an employee of the Syrelore Academy is punishable by the Crown, you know? The professor posed the rhetorical question in a clipped tone, a hint of anger audible in his voice. Which of my students sent you? He followed through with a real question this time, the anger in his tone only growing as Tom landed on the ground unhurt.

While he still had other ways of knocking an opponent out, none could achieve his purpose without leaving a mark on his opponent. And he did not wish to hurt an ordinary academy professor in the slightest.

It was well past nightfall when Tom burst into The Warm Hearths foyer, stumbling inside the inn with a stagger.

Sirs, are you alright? A concerned voice asked, sounding out from the other end of the room.

I-Im fine, Tom slurred. Just fine, my good man, He assured as Tom walked forward, his arm looped around the unconscious academy professors waist.

It was testament to his strength that he managed to hold the professor upright, with his arm looped around Toms neck for support and make it seem like he was actually standing.

Sirs, it is not my place to ask, but are you perhaps drunk? The receptionist asked.

Yesh, Tom nodded, his eyes tracking the male receptionists approach as he moved to support the academy professor from the other side. You must understand, Tom began, his tone dropping conspiratorially low. My friend here, hes., Tom trailed off, as if he forgot what he was about to say.

He is? The receptionist kindly offered, jogging Toms memory.

Ahhhh, yes. Hes a professor with the academy, young man, Tom stated, calling upon Zallarks age to sound sagacious. So, if it leaks out that he was blind drunk in a tavern, it wont be you know, He made a show of rummaging in his pockets, before taking out a single gold coin and offering it to the receptionist.

Sir, what do you mean by this? The receptionist innocently asked, his hesitation written on his expression.

You know what I mean, Tom retorted, even as his head swayed. Take it, quickly, or I will have to assume you have intention to leak this information. And young man, trust me, you do not want to make an enemy out of an academy professor, Tom impressed upon his final words, the hint of a warning audible in his tone.

Y-Yes sir! The receptionist stuttered as he grabbed the coin and nodded enthusiastically, clearly intimidated. Should I assist you to your rooms, sir? He asked hurriedly.

No need, young man, Tom replied. Ill take it from here. Just make sure you let no one in until the professor has recovered