Abraham

On Wednesday at noon, in a relatively remote sea area near Midway Island, a huge sailboat, reflecting a golden hue in the sunlight, slowly cleaved through the sea.

Its chimneys billowed thick smoke as it headed in a west-northwest direction.

Meanwhile, in Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

Inside the rented apartment, Xiu, who had been busy all day yesterday and had planned to take a half-day off, yawned as she walked out of the Bedroom.

She saw the food already laid out on the Tea Table and her neatly dressed friend, rubbed her eyes hard, and was so surprised that she almost lost control.

"Fors? You..."

Hugh instinctively wanted to ask if he was possessed, but fearing a retaliation, he quickly changed his mind and said:

"You got up so early today?"

"Come on... Don't think I can't guess what you were going to say..." Fors gave her friend a disapproving look and stood in front of the Full-Length Mirror.

"Desi Pie must be getting a little cold."

If you're worried about getting an upset stomach, just heat it up in a pot yourself.

As she spoke, she placed a navy blue floral cap over her brown hair, adjusting it a few times to keep it at her favorite angle. Hmm, Fors looks so much like a devoted wife and mother, but why does it give me the creeps...? Thinking this, Hugh shivered almost imperceptibly, but said aloud:

Are you going out?

"That guy came back to go on your date?"

The guy she was referring to most of the time was Lorry.

"What are you talking about? He just left last night..." Fors said speechlessly, "I'm on my way to see my teacher."

She glanced up at the wall clock, her expression slightly changing. Picking up the black Suitcase beside her, she walked towards the Entryway, quickly saying as she changed her shoes:

"Hurry up and wash up and eat, I need to leave right away."

"I don't want to be late and give the teacher an unreliable impression."

As she spoke, she hurriedly walked out of the room.

That's more like it... Xiu muttered under his breath, scratching his messy hair, and turned to walk towards the Washroom with a smile on his lips.

At 1:25 PM, at the Steam Train station, the train slowly came to a stop. Dorian Gray Abraham, pulling himself out of his reverie, picked up his Suitcase and joined the queue to disembark, his mind heavy with worry.

Fors ... he murmured silently, his expression strange and stiff.

If I remember correctly, she said she had successfully Advancement a "Trickmaster" in the letter before last, which was in mid-January.

Today is the second day of February.

Less than twenty days later, I'm almost finished digesting a Sequence 8 "Trickmaster" Potion? How long did it take me back then, half a year or seven months?

Thinking of this, Dorian's lips twitched slightly, a complex emotion welling up within him: a desire for the truth, yet also a strong skepticism.

This is why, after receiving the student's letter a few days ago, he immediately chose to reply and traveled from Pritz Harbor to get here.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Dorian followed the flow of people to the exit of the Steam Train station, looked around, and quickly spotted his students.

She was wearing a brown trench coat, which covered her up completely, and a small blue hat. Her Brown Curly Hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was standing by the roadside, observing the passersby with her light blue eyes. The moment she saw me, a smile appeared on her lips, and she started walking towards me.

Their eyes met.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the other person.

"Teacher," Fors said with a smile. Dorian nodded absentmindedly, quickly surveying his surroundings before glancing at the Hired Carriage in the distance. "The journey has been tiring; let's find Inn to rest first."

He had already booked his accommodation before he set off.

"Then let me help you with your luggage." Fors wasn't a newcomer to the world of Mysticism; she understood her teacher's meaning and smiled as she reached out her hand.

Some time later, the two arrived in the Cherwood Borough in their Hired Carriage and stopped in front of an inn called "Trick".

A moment later, in room 2001 at the end of the corridor.

After checking and confirming that Rian, Dorian immediately pulled over a chair for Fors to sit down, then sat at the foot of the bed and eagerly asked:

You said you're about to finish digesting the "Trickmaster" Potion?

After speaking, he looked nervously at the student, his eyes revealing a complex mix of anticipation and fear of disappointment.

Fors made an "uh" sound and shook his head with a somewhat strange expression.

When I wrote the letter, I hadn't officially started playing the role yet, so I didn't dare to make any definitive statements, using the phrase "about to digest."

But she didn't expect that in just one day, no, less than 24 hours, with Lorry's help, her Potion would be completely digested...

Thinking it over, Fors took a deep breath and carefully chose his words before slowly saying, "Teacher, things have changed somewhat."

"To be precise, it's not that I'm about to digest it, but that I have completely digested the ' Trickmaster ' Potion and felt that unique feedback."

"Uh, teacher... are you alright?!"

Seeing her teacher suddenly clutch her heart, Fors rushed over and, under the teacher's intermittent instructions, pulled a bottle of pills from her Suitcase.

After taking the medicine, Dorian's condition improved considerably.

He clutched his heart for a few minutes, his expression shifting from Affliction to calm, before finally exhaling slowly and wiping the sweat from his forehead with Handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, it's an old ailment from many years ago. I thought it was completely cured, but it suddenly relapsed. Luckily, I have a habit of carrying my medication with me."

Dorian explained the reason in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of lingering fear.

If I hadn't strictly followed the doctor's orders, I might have died today from the shock my students gave me, bringing shame upon the Abraham Family once again...

Fors was extremely annoyed, and chuckled awkwardly without saying a word.

She roughly guessed that the teacher's old ailment had suddenly relapsed, most likely because she had just told him that he had digested the Potion.

Of course, this was also evident in the unspoken understanding they shared. Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!

"Ahem, Fors," Dorian said first, calming down as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Can you tell me how you did that?"

He took a sip of water to calm himself down and added:

"At my age, this is the first time I've ever actually seen someone completely digest Sequence 8 Potion in less than twenty days."

"Before this, I always considered similar things as legends."

Even members of the teacher's family couldn't do it? Fors wondered to herself, but didn't voice her question. After taking a deep breath, she began to recount her experience:

"Didn't I write to you before, asking for advice on how to digest the ' Trickmaster '? That's why I vaguely got a feel for it."

"I encountered the right opportunity and performed a grand Trick show..."