One after another, the shamans took zap after zap after zap. The orb fired relentlessly, filling the entire circle with screams.
"Agh!"
"Agh!"
"Aaa!"
Daniel half-closed his eyes and glanced at the orb. It glowed yellow, a crackling energy ball of lightning trapped inside—but then his gaze drifted to Belinda’s filthy body.
*Zap!*
"Aghh!" Daniel scread.
’Heh... youngsters minds are always sowhere, can’t even focus on one thing,’ Marco murmured, eyeing at the shamans. ’In my ti my master literally obliterate , until I blacked out, and... these youngsters can’t even endure this much.’
The zaps kept coming, brutal and unyielding. Shock blisters bubbled up on their arms, so scread as tears stread from swollen eyes.
Daniel’s hand was covered in small blisters like smallpox. He was in hell—looking at heaven.
Yet he endured it as if it were nothing. It wasn’t even close to the pain he’d felt when he first obtained his skill, nor to the agony of eating that rod. Compared to those, this was only a small price to pay.
Still, he scread with the others.
"Agh!"
"Lady Belinda, it’s ti. Please help them," said Marco, extending a hand.
Belinda nodded faintly and stepped forward. She dropped to her knees, plucked a blade of grass from the field, and mashed it in her palm while gazing at the sky.
A green holographic diagram flickered to life above them. So shamans glanced up, others squeezed their eyes shut in agony.
She swung her hand down and placed it over them. Slowly, the blisters began to shrink.
Daniel felt the burning sensation and pain slowly ebb away, but right after that, without any warning—
*Zap!*
...
"My students, I think it’s enough for today," said Marco, draping a black cloth over the orb.
All the shamans lay on the ground, words stuck on their throats, gaze locked on the sky, hands trembling—although the blisters were healed, the shock effect still stayed in their arms internally.
As they trudged out of the forest, Daniel walked calmly, eavesdropping on the chatter.
"...And Bernard, I was so terrified looking down at the blister—not because it ford, but because it didn’t burst from another zap-shock," said Vraden, brushing his arm.
Bernard grinned nervously. "Yeah... that would be—agh, I don’t even want to think about it. If Lady Belinda hadn’t dropped her magic spell, we would’ve been fried raw."
"Yeah, she’s truly our savior," another added.
"I agree. Plus, she’s so beautiful. Did you see her back? Hehe..."
"Hehe..."
Daniel narrowed his eyes, brushing his forearm as he walked.
’Are they live in a delusion or sothing? These peoples are totally crack heads,’ he muttered inwardly. ’It was literally a torture. Yes she healed us with her powers but the torture didn’t stop at all.
It’s like Sir Marco just keeping us barely alive. But why would he do that? Is that how he will create his damn legacy? Man... if this torture continues, I’ll literally quit being shaman and start a business and build a mansion for my Milfs.’
...
Minutes later, they reached the town gate.
*Grrr...*
Daniel’s stomach growled, his eyes drifting to the marketplace.
"Hmm... that banana and milk already dissolved. Let’s go and eat so fresh bread," he muttered, heading north.
But as he walked toward the bakery, he saw Tressa standing beside Renery’s stall, her face turned toward the wall as she ate a at pouch.
He approached without a second thought.
"Hello, Renery," Daniel said warmly.
The mont he saw Daniel, his face lit up with a genuine, warm smile.
"Welco, sir. It’s good to see you again," he said softly.
Tressa turned at the sound of Daniel’s voice. "Hello Daniel."
"Hello, Aunt. Didn’t expect you to be here at this hour," said Daniel.
"She’s been coming daily to eat at pouches, sir," Renery added.
Tressa chuckled softly.
"Umm... I still don’t understand, who’s idea is this? Is it yours or Daniel?" she asked, glancing between them.
"It was his, Aunt," Daniel said quickly. "I just helped sell it."
Then he glanced at him. Renery fell silent, his eyes filled with emotions he didn’t want to reveal.
Tressa turned back to complint the food.
’Damn it, wish I have that thing. She’s literally distracted and vulnerable. Fuck, should I try to pinch a hair? No... I’ll be caught easily,’ he thought, grinding his teeth.
In the end, Daniel stayed cool, chatting with her as if nothing were amiss. He finished a plate of at pouches, then quietly left the spot.
"Damn it, I missed a beautiful opportunity," he muttered, marching toward the west.
*Tang-Tang-Tang-Tang*
"Sir, is my thing ready?" Daniel asked politely.
The man nodded. "Yes, just wait for so minutes, it needs a little more sharpening."
...
A few minutes later, the man returned with a pair of small shears, sharp and gleaming in the afternoon sun.
"Yes, this is exactly how I want it," Daniel said, handing him a silver before leaving.
’Hehe, it’s so... hidden between my fingers, I bet no one would be able to tell or notice,’ he thought grinning wickedly. ’But first I need to secure my landlady and buy more hays to make more dolls for future.’
Daniel reached his ho and dropped his satchel onto the table. His arms were still feeling a soft tingling sensation from the shock, but it was barely visible from the outside.
He lay on the bed, feeling tired, hands behind his head and legs crossed. Suddenly, soone knocked on the door.
*knock-knock-knock*
Daniel froze, his gaze locked on the door.
’Is that Lady Esralda?’ he thought, picking up the small shears and slipping them into his pocket.
When he opened the door, he found Jessica standing there, and his eyes widened instantly.
"What? How? How do you know I was here?" said Daniel.
Jessica chuckled softly. "Well, here—I brought you so homade food, Daniel..."
"Thanks, Aunt. But—"
Jessica stopped him, her finger resting lightly against his lips. "Shh... there is a woman sleeping below us. Do you want to get caught? Hehe..."
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