Dorian's worries

Inside an Apartment in Backlund, Hillston District.

"Finally... I made it..."

With trembling hands, Fors drew a period on the manuscript paper.

At the cost of two sleepless nights, seven cups of coffee, and three packs of cigarettes, she finally finished two manuscripts before the deadline. One was a legendary story about Blood Bishop, and the other was a strange tale about the surrounding area of Backlund. Now she didn't have to worry about Mr. [Temperance] or Mr. [World] coming to her door demanding more updates...

"Finally... I can rest..."

She threw down her pen, struggled to her feet, and crawled toward the bed.

Although he really wanted to just lie down on the table and fall asleep, there was a downside to that: the drool might soak the manuscript and blur the ink, thus ruining it completely—in fact, Fors had already had this unfortunate experience.

Her body felt incredibly heavy, as if half of her soul had drifted out. Her Consciousness was almost blurred; she instinctively fell onto the bed and then closed her eyes happily.

A few minutes later.

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

Someone roughly slapped her face, forcibly waking her from her deep Dream.

Fors struggled to open her eyes and saw a fluffy, exploded ball of golden fur bobbing back and forth in front of her. What the heck? It's Hugh...

She thought to Consciousness, and closed her eyes again.

"Wake up! I command you, wake up!"

The voice rang out with unquestionable authority, and an invisible force surged into her mind, instantly shattering her beautiful dream and forcibly opening her eyes!

"Aaaaaah!"

Fors couldn't help but scream. Despite being extremely tired, she couldn't fall asleep under the stimulation of this force.

"Shu, let me get some sleep..."

She pleaded, "I haven't slept for almost two days because I'm rushing to finish this manuscript. If I don't sleep soon, I'll really die from exhaustion..."

"You deserve to die suddenly."

Hugh snorted, but still suppressed his imposing manner. "Who told you to keep procrastinating these past few days, only starting to write right before the deadline? You brought it on yourself."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I'll definitely write it in advance next time... Lord Hugh is the greatest and wisest Judge..."

Fors gave a perfunctory reply, just wanting to get it over with quickly so she could lie down and go back to sleep. "You won't be able to sleep."

Hugh ignored her teasing about her height, threw a bunch of letters on her bed, and deliberately picked out one to hold in her face. "Look, it's a letter from your Teacher. You told me before that as long as you receive a letter from him, no matter what the circumstances, you should see it as soon as possible."

Did I say that?

Damn... I think I actually did say that...

Fors was on the verge of tears, but could only struggle to sit up, open the letter, and read it.

Read the letter quickly, then you can go to sleep...

Because of staying up late and excessive energy expenditure, her head felt like it was filled with a pot of cold corn soup, completely unable to function. She read a very short letter over and over again before she could barely make out its contents.

After understanding the contents of the letter, Fors's expression became extremely interesting.

Did the letter say anything?

Seeing that her reaction was off, Xiu immediately asked.

"My Teacher has come to Backlund and wants to see me immediately..."

Fors's lips curled upwards, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace. Now, she was completely unable to sleep.

Dorian's letter was filled with urgency, demanding that Fors meet with him as soon as possible. Even if Fors was unwilling, he had no choice but to risk sudden death and set off.

Outside room 2026, Hat Trick Inn, No. 22 Hope Road, Cherwood Borough.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

She had changed into a presentable dress, used makeup to cover her dark circles, walked to the door, and knocked at the pre-arranged rhythm.

Not long after, the Dorian Abraham unlocked the door, turned the handle, and opened it.

He cautiously surveyed the surroundings before letting Fors in.

"I learned from your letter that... you're already Sequence 6?"

After locking the door, Dorian couldn't wait to ask.

He had taught many students before, but only this one had risen through the ranks at such an astonishing speed... Fors's aptitude was even higher than that of the most outstanding Traitor Botis!

In contrast, their noble Abraham Family was Curse, resulting in slow advancement... Fortunately, thanks to the [Fool's ] protection, this Curse could now be avoided, and it was believed that High Sequence extraordinary individual would emerge from within their family sooner or later! "Yes, Teacher..."

Fors replied listlessly.

She should have complimented her Teacher, praising the excellent teaching. However, excessive late nights had drained her brain, and it was already quite an achievement for her to be able to answer questions.

"Um?"

Hearing her strange answer, Dorian was taken aback, then pulled himself out of his joy and observed his student more carefully.

This glance was alarming. Dorian immediately noticed that the other person's Spirituality was unstable, his mind was dazed, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be out of his mind... In short, he was in very bad shape!

"Fors, what's wrong?"

He asked anxiously. The student in front of him was very important to him, and he didn't want the student to have any problems.

"I... I'm fine..."

Fors was incredibly tired, but too embarrassed to tell the other person that she had to stay up all night to finish her manuscript because she had overspent, so she stammered, "Don't worry about me..."

However, her attempt to conceal herself only fueled Dorian's greater anxieties.

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He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Did you drink the 'Scribe's' Potion before you even finished digesting the 'Astrologer' Potion, and forcibly advance your promotion?"

Dorian asked urgently.

"Ah?"

Fors was taken aback, "I didn't..."

"Quick!"

Dorian wouldn't let her explain, turning to pull a vial of potion from his briefcase. "Your condition is dangerous. Drink this first, then meditate immediately..."

The condition is just unstable, but as long as there is timely intervention, there shouldn't be any major problems. Just continue to digest the symptoms afterward...

Thinking about this, Dorian felt a little guilty. He felt that Fors's accident might be his fault. He was too eager for his student to be promoted as soon as possible, which put too much pressure on Fors.

Fors took the potion blankly, stood on the floor of the hotel room for a few seconds, and finally decided to confess to Dorian:

"Teacher, actually I..." "Stay up all night writing articles?"

After hearing the explanation, Dorian Gray Abraham's expression became very complicated.

Seeing the somewhat apprehensive student, he sighed, "Alright, go get a room over there and get some sleep, then we'll talk again."

"OK!"

Fors was overjoyed to hear the good news and quickly agreed.