Mage Manual
Chapter 465 - 385 Deja Vu_2

Chapter 465: Chapter 385 Deja Vu_2

However, among them, Harvey had a promising future, but he was weak now. Relying on Ash was even less reliable than hoping for a conscience from The Gods of Four Pillars. Liss was nothing but a liability that caused trouble, and Igula could only rely on himself.

He had to depend on himself.

Defeating the Heroic Soul Commander might just be the turning point he was most likely to grasp!

"Dammit!" the Swindler cursed, grinding his teeth and pounding the carpet as he struggled to stand up, leaning on the table.

Those two damned useless women!

Why did they have to form a team and enter the Combat Arena at that time!

Igula watched, eyes wide, as the Heroic Soul Commander, who was about to be slaughtered by them, dusted off his behind and left the Combat Arena, only to be replaced by two fully armed Female Mages!

At that moment, Igula thought about lying down in Harvey’s Coffin and giving up altogether!

He had planned so many social engineering projects during the Blood Moon, encountered countless unforeseen backstabbings, but no incident was as absurd as this one—he had never been destroyed by an event with a probability of less than 1% before!

What was even more infuriating was that they couldn’t beat them!

Although the Spirit Mage and the Necromancer were not good at unexpected combat, at that time, they had two combat units, the Thousand-Feather Bird Dragon and the Ferocious Hyena Dragon, plus the support of the two mages, it seemed very likely that they would come out on top.

However, when Igula tried to get some interest from those two Female Mages to recover his losses, he was completely caught off guard.

The red-haired Female Sword Master had an incredibly frightening burst of power, and coupled with their strange Armor Miracle, the zombie Ferocious Hyena Dragon was torn to shreds, Harvey could at best reassemble the corpse to cope; Igula had it even worse, the black and white Female Mage he faced had mastered a Time Series Technique Spirit, the Swindler would be displaced too far as soon as he moved, crashing into the Female Mage’s attack range, and she would bind his joints with silk threads before beating him up quite nicely.

Even if he surrendered and exited in time, Igula’s joints, chest, and lungs were affected. Injuries to the soul were reflected in the body. Combined with nearly depleted Magic Power, Igula felt like an old broken toy in a pile of trash.

"Iron Will!"

"Iron Will!"

Draining the last bit of Magic Power to add mental enhancements to himself, Igula felt he could barely operate this machine with its screws not fully tightened.

"No, it’s almost seven o’clock..." Igula moved to the bathroom, "I need to hurry and take a bath, got to get to work... can’t let Yvalin dock my pay..."

First he filled the tub with warm water, struggled to take off his clothes, turned on the showerhead to wash his body, and then closed his eyes to wash his hair—

He stumbled upon the bathroom stool, a usually insignificant action, seemed to cause a nut in his body to come completely loose. Igula just felt his knees vanish all of a sudden, then he lost his balance and crashed hard onto the bathroom tiles.

Crash!

The splash was loud, as if it too was saying it hurt.

The Swindler lay on the tiled floor, the water rushing over him, with shampoo foam still in his hair—this moment was even more of a mess than when he was arrested by the Blood Frenzy Hunter.

After a while, he slowly sat up, looking down at the floor where the water splashed erratically, the flow of water stimulating his hair, slipping down his features and locks.

"Why has there been a mishap..."

"Why did I lose..."

"Why did I miss this opportunity... how could I have missed this opportunity..." Igula bit his lower lip, watching the ripples created by the droplets on the floor, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Maybe a Technique Spirit that could break our Contract with Hanna would have appeared..."

"Why did it have to be this time..."

Creak.

Igula suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening from outside, followed by familiar footsteps clicking. He quickly rubbed his eyes, trying to make himself look a bit less wretched—

Knock knock.

No one barged in.

"Is everything alright? Do you need help?"

Igula looked surprisingly at the shadow knocking outside the bathroom: "Why did you come over?"

"When someone falls in the bathroom, others are notified, the wealthy always use their financial power to show their cultural care in these kinds of places. Ah, being rich must be nice."

Igula glanced at the green indicator light next to the tub; it had detected his fall immediately and broadcasted a reminder that there was an unfortunate Swindler here, come and ridicule him.

"I’m fine!"

"It doesn’t sound like it, why do you sound like you’re crying? No way, you’re an adult, and you cry just from a fall?"

The Swindler subconsciously rubbed his eyes and quickly adjusted his tone to reply: "No, I just... had an accident in the Void Realm last night, so my voice is a bit off." Anyway, once he was at work later, the irregularities in his body would be exposed, no point in hiding it.

"What accident?"

"Can you go away? I still need to take my bath!"

"I’m not coming in; you soak, I’ll talk."

Watching the silhouette outside the frosted glass door, Igula suddenly understood something. His expression turned complex as he carefully sat down in the tub, with the water level rising bit by bit until it was level with his chest and collarbone.

The warm water seemed to temporally tighten the screws in his machinery, calming his rapid breathing gradually.

"...I just missed a very important opportunity, maybe I’ll never encounter it again."

"That’s tough, but I had a successful Exploration last night."

"Did you just come to rub it in?"

"No, but even if you missed an opportunity, it’s not worth crying your eyes out, right?"