Peter stood in the shadow of the door frame, his chubby figure blocking most of the light. He suddenly reached out and pressed Yavi's shoulder, and a heavy warmth came from his palm.
"I'm not the one you should thank." He put on his glasses again, his eyes as steady as weights behind the lenses, "Sicco Jett is ranked first, and Loriess has to lean back." The beeping sound of the teapot's automatic refilling was particularly clear in the silence, "I'm afraid this is the last time that old guy will help you. His life... has burned to the end of the wick."
Yavi's knuckles crackled slightly, and he realized that his fists were clenched too tightly. Peter Every word was like a lead weight, falling heavily into his stomach.
"In the future..." Peter finally let go and retreated into the warm light of the laboratory, "No one will clean up your mess."
Yavi's Adam's apple rolled, and finally he just nodded silently.
When the oak door closed silently behind him, Yavi realized that the corridor was surprisingly quiet. The magic lamp in the distant laboratory cast a swaying halo on the stone wall, and his shadow was stretched very long, trembling slightly on the ancient stone road. At this moment, he suddenly realized that those who he thought would always be behind him were walking into the shadow of memory one by one.
After leaving Peter's laboratory, Yavi kept silent about what happened that day in the next few days. The family members tacitly agreed not to ask questions and just lived as usual. Yavi also accompanied them all day long, walking and chatting in the royal city, enjoying this rare warm time.
Seven days passed peacefully like this. One early morning, when Yavi was having breakfast with his family, a magical message suddenly flew into his mind. He listened without changing his expression and continued to finish breakfast with his family.
After returning to the room, Yavi silently packed his belongings and left a letter on the desk. He closed the door gently, took one last look at his family members playing on the lawn outside the house, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The smile disappeared fleetingly, and his expression became firm again, and he turned and walked towards Peter's laboratory.
Yavi came to the door of Peter's laboratory. Before he raised his hand to knock on the door, the heavy oak door opened automatically and silently. In the center of the laboratory, Peter's figure stood in the surging magic whirlpool. His pale robe moved without any wind, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted by the surging magic power.
"Are you ready?" Peter didn't look back, his voice was low and calm, "Have you said goodbye to your family?"
Yavi's voice was a little tight. "I'm ready. I..." He paused, "I left a letter."
Peter hummed softly. "Can't bear to say goodbye in person? Yes, this kind of separation that may be life and death is really hard to say." He raised his hand and waved, the magic power in the vortex suddenly accelerated, and the candlelight in the laboratory swayed violently, reflecting the distorted shadows on the wall. "The portal is ready, you can set off now. Do you really want to see them for the last time?"
A trace of hesitation flashed in Yavi's eyes, but soon he shook his head and said firmly, "No need. Wait until I become a real warlock and come back to see them in an upright manner."
Hearing this, Peter suddenly burst into laughter. "Good boy, you are ambitious!" He turned around and looked directly at Yavi with his turbid eyes, "Since you have decided to face your fate, let's set off. I have already given instructions to Liz. When he leaves the royal capital tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, he will escort your family back to the territory safely."
"Thank you, Master Peter." Yavi nodded solemnly.
Peter said no more, he clasped his hands together suddenly, and the majestic magic power poured into the vortex like a tide. In an instant, the space in the center of the laboratory was torn apart, and a blue portal slowly opened. Distorted light and shadow surged inside the door, like a crack leading to another world. Electric arcs jumped around the edge, the air was filled with hot arcane aura, and even the ground trembled slightly due to the vibration of energy.
"Once you step in, there is no turning back." Peter's voice seemed particularly distant amid the roar of magic, "Are you sure?"
Yavi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and his figure was gradually engulfed by the blue light of the portal.
The moment Yavi's body was completely enveloped by the faint blue light, the world seemed to be suddenly pulled away. A dazzling white light flashed, and then endless colors exploded in front of his eyes--
Countless brilliant streams of light flew around, like spilled paint flowing freely in the void. Deep purple, gilt, deep blue, scarlet... these colors were not static, but flew back at an alarming speed, dragging out a long tail of light in the field of vision. Yavi felt like he was thrown into the center of a kaleidoscope, and the whole world was spinning crazily.
His body suddenly became lighter, and a strong sense of weightlessness instantly seized his whole body. His limbs had no strength, as if he had been thrown into a fast river, and could only grasp in vain in the void. His center of gravity was completely out of control, and he kept spinning like a top, sometimes with his head down, sometimes rolling sideways. As the world spun, his stomach tightened, acid water rushed up his throat, and the light and shadow in front of him blurred into a chaotic color block.
"Keep your breath!" Peter's voice penetrated the colorful chaos.
Yavi barely focused his sight, only to see Peter floating steadily not far away. The fat mage's robe remained motionless, and his body was as straight as a pine, as if there was an invisible rope pulling him, walking calmly through the crazy flowing time and space tunnel. His black hair glowed with a strange luster under the colorful light, and his face even looked a little leisurely.
"There is no up or down in the transmission channel," Peter's voice was extremely clear, "Don't resist the rotation, imagine that your feet are firmly on the ground."
Yavi gritted his teeth and tried hard to do as Peter said. But just as he tried to adjust his posture, his body turned over uncontrollably. A violent dizziness hit him, and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling that his internal organs were crowded into his throat. There was the sound of roaring energy flowing in his ears, and there was a slight tingling sensation on his skin, as if countless electrified feathers were gently scraping.
"Almost there," Peter's voice suddenly became serious, "Get ready for landing--"
Yavi Before he had time to react, he suddenly felt a weight beneath his feet. The next second, a dazzling white light engulfed everything.
The moment the dazzling white light dissipated, Yavi fell heavily to the ground. He grabbed the ground with both hands, and his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he would be thrown back into the terrible vortex if he let go.
His stomach suddenly spasmed, and he couldn't help it anymore, and he vomited it out with a "wow" sound. The breakfast bread, jam, hot milk - all the things that could be vomited came out, and the smell of sourness filled the air. But it was not over yet, his stomach bag seemed to be tightly clenched by an invisible hand, and even the bile was vomited out. His throat hurt, and sticky saliva hung from the corners of his mouth.
After vomiting out the last bit of stomach acid, Yavi collapsed on the ground, pressing his forehead against the cold ground, gasping for breath. At this moment, the rough sand and gravel touched his palms, and the smell of earth penetrated his nose - he had never felt the solidity of the earth so clearly. It turned out that he was so happy to be able to stand firmly.