Evan was in great pain. Despite the incredibly cold, he felt a searing pain. He could barely squeeze and unclench his hand, and his fingers could barely move.
There was no grimace of pain on his face. On the contrary, he was smiling like so kind of madman, pleased he had injured himself.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH, fuck, that hurts, but how fucking good is that!" Evan wasn't a masochist. It wasn't the frostbitten hand that made him happy, it was the magic.
Evan had been careless and got the punishnt he deserved; it was a good lesson for him. It also ant that magic was even harder than he had first thought and that amused him.
In terms of magic, Evan was a real psycho. In his past life, he could spend decades in a closed lab to improve just one spell. He had never lost his interest in magic even for a second. And in the monts of study, he looked like so kind of fanatic.
In his new world, things were even more complex, more varied, and more twisted. That only made the desire to imrse himself in magic even stronger.
Evan kept laughing, forgetting all about his hand. He was too excited to think about it. It was a serious mistake, but he was lucky.
One of the maids was nearby and upon hearing Evan's loud laughter she decided to see what was wrong. When she saw Evan's hand she got really scared.
"Mr. Evan you need to go to the infirmary right away!"
The girl's voice knocked Evan out of his strange state and he began to realize the situation he was in.
"Shit, I`ve overplayed a little. You could lose an arm like that."
He looked at the frightened maid and quickly said: "Co on, we don't have much ti."
The girl nodded and ran quickly toward the infirmary. Evan followed. It wasn't the injury itself that bothered him most, but the possible consequences - he wouldn't be able to train because of it.
The situation was serious, so a minute later they were in the infirmary.
Like all places in this mansion it was terrific. Unlike the bathroom, the infirmary didn't take up an entire building. Evan was amazed at the number of different herbs, ointnts, oils, pills in front of him.
He was sure that with such an arsenal, his arm would soon be fine. The first thing to do was to place his hand in hot water and while the ice was lting, the girl was searching for the right dicine.
She was concerned about Evan's condition not because of compassion. If anything happened to him, Zak would skin everyone alive in the mansion and nothing would stop him.
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