Casual Heroing Chapter 51: Lawyer

Did you wake him up? I hear a deep voice, deeper than a bear roar, ask the question.

We just administered him a stamina potion, Captain. His wounds are healed. He should be waking up soon.

In the sa way you feel groggy after surgery and coming back from general anesthesia, I slowly co back to my senses.

My mouth is a bit dry, and a pungent taste is all over it. I start moving my mouth like a cow chewing on so grass. The empty munching sound seems to draw attention from the onlookers.

Hes coming back, Captain, one of the voices says.

I have eyes and ears too, Sergeant.

I open my eyes to two blurry figures.

Oof, I feel really nauseous.

Oh, shoot.

Too nauseous.

One of the two volunteers a bucket, and I imdiately puke in it.

I can see so brownish-green liquid coming out of my mouth, with a similar taste to what I felt on my tongue as I was waking up.

Well, there goes a stamina potion, the deeper voice grunts.

Ill fetch another one, Captain, the man leaves the bucket in my lap as soon as hes sure I can hold it by myself.

Batting my eyelids multiple tis, I can finally focus on the man whos standing in front of .

Luciani, you gave one hell of a Day of Ancestors, the tall Elf grumbles.

He has greyish air, but hes without a doubt the tallest motherelfer Ive ever seen around Amorium.

I heave again, and my eyes are watering now.

So citizens called the Watch and found you before you could bleed to death. They gave you so potion and cured most of the damage. However, our [Mage Guards] said you are suffering from extre Mana exhaustion. Plus, we found five [Thugs] and one [Gang Leader] on the ground. Multiple bones were broken. Two of them, one [Thug] and the [Gang Leader] with a busted knee-cap.

The man doesnt care one bit about the fact Im still heaving, retching, and feeling like absolute crap.

You are a [Mage] at level 3, Luciani. Those peoples levels were all in the 10s.

My head starts spinning so wildly that I can barely make out the rest of the speech. I simply find more food in my stomach to puke out.

I have barely registered one word since this guy arrived.

If this is your first ti feeling Mana exhaustion, dont worry because it will pass. What you should worry about, instead, is the fact that you owe a good explanation for what went down. After we nursed so of their wounds, the [Thugs] and [Gang Leader] are all in prison. But they claim you put them down just like that.

Can I have so water? I say with a raspy voice.

The Elfno, the Captain of the Watch, nods.

He takes a mug and offers it to .

As soon as I go for it, he takes it back.

Ill skin you alive if I find that you are sohow involved with them, understood?

And only after saying this piece does he gives the mug.

My reply is a simple thumb-up.

Im tempted to go for the what-do-you-want gesture of Italian origins, but I doubt he would understand . Knowing my luck, he could take it for an insult.

The Captain gets a chair by my bed and stares right through .

I look around, feeling a bit better after drinking a bit of water. Im in so sort of an infirmary, I think. The beds around are empty, and so curtains are hung all around them to give so privacy if needed.

So, Luciani

You know my na, I stutter out.

The na of the guy whos got a bakery giving him a personal security detail? The sa guy who requested another of my people to be his counselor in a legal matter over whoever gets you working for them? How should I not know your na, son?

The man exhales and shakes his head. Hes probably keen on the fact that Im not involved with the gang that assaulted , but its clear he takes his job very seriously.

Captain, I start talking, but my head spins so fast I have to hold the bucket to avoid spilling my own vomit on the ground.

The Elf puts a hand on the bucket and mutters a skill.

[Formation: Steady on Your Feet]. There, that should help.

Instantly, the world stops spinning, and I feel a bit more grounded. Man, this is so cool.

So, you were saying, Luciani? the man looks at without the barest hint of a smile. He looks like he never smiled once in his entire life.

Am I naked?

I put the bucket of vomit and put it on the nightstand by my side before lifting the blankets that are covering . Yep, thats my wee-wee. Naked like the day I was born.

Theres a scar on my side, and not a pretty one.

The Captain notices where my gaze just fell and gives an explanation.

There was so minor poison on the dagger that hit you. It caused the healing potion to not work properly. A smith was close by, and he used so hot iron to close the worst of it, thankfully. He was trained for battle injuries. He did a fine job if you ask .

Well, one more story for the ladies, I guess.

I think I have to do sothing now.

I dont like it.

I utterly hate it.

I despise with every fiber of my being what Im going to donay, what Im to say.

Its against everything I believe in. Its descending into the abyss, staring at the monster, mingling with the beasts, joining hands with the Devil himself.

If theres a God up there, I just gave up my place, my seat, my rightful lodging.

Theres nothing worse than the words coming out of my mouth at this exact mont.

Captain, I think I want my lawyer.

I give the big, scary Elf a bashful smile.