Chapter 230: Stingham After the Match (1/2)
Chapter 230: Stingham After the Match
“Hurry!”
A medicinal team quickly stretchered Rinsyi off the stage and into one of the arena’s passageways.
“Ryze, what use is it to go faster? Songat has personally said he doesn’t have any ideas. Even if we bring him to the Office of Special Affairs’ infirmary faster, it won’t change anything,” another medicinal master dejectedly interjected the leader’s cries for urgency.
“Regardless of whether or not he can be saved… there are still facilities and medicines in the infirmary which are not available here. Thus, there is nothing wrong with getting there as fast as possible.” The leading medicinal master had an extremely stern expression on his face as he responded. In his eyes, a genius of Rinsyi’s level was a treasure of the Kingdom of Eiche. No matter what, he had to try his best.
As they conversed amongst themselves, the medicinal team flew through the medical passageway and exited the arena.
A luxurious carriage was stopped not far from the exit of the medical passageway.
Upon seeing the medical team rushing out of the arena, a middle-aged man wearing purple arcane master robes immediately descended from within.
“Master Noland?!”
As the medicinal team members recognized the man, they all simultaneously froze in place from shock.
“Ryze, House Baratheon thanks you for your efforts.”
The middle-aged man, who had the same dim yellow glow coming from his pupils as Rinsyi, politely greeted Ryze and the other medicinal masters before modestly smiling and saying, “Please let us personally take care of the rest.”
The middle-aged man took Rinsyi from the medicinal team and returned to his carriage.
As they watched the carriage slowly disappear into the distance, several medicinal masters couldn’t resist asking their leader, “Ryze, do you think House Baratheon will be able to cure Rinsyi?”
“That’s not what’s on my mind right now… rather, I’m more afraid of the Kingdom of Eiche simultaneously losing two of its most outstanding geniuses.” The leading medicinal master’s face paled as he sucked in a deep breath of air.
“Two outstanding geniuses?”
Several of the medicinal masters felt a chill run through their heart as they thought to themselves about what might happen if Rinsyi died. Would Ayrin be able to withstand the anger and revenge of an incredibly strong force in House Baratheon?
Although Noland, the lord of House Baratheon, seemed extremely kind and gentle, he was nicknamed the “Hurricane’s Executioner.”
……
“Ayrin!”
At this same moment, the arena had descended into complete chaos as everyone began cheering and applauding.
Holy Dawn Academy team’s members surged onto the stage from their dugout. But right when they were about to reach and hug Ayrin, he suddenly dropped to the ground with a thud.
“Ayrin!”
Holy Dawn Academy team’s members were shocked, but moments later, Chris and the others heard a heavy snoring.
Ayrin’s snores were so loud and clear that even the spectators in the stands immediately heard them.
“He fell asleep?”
“He managed to fall asleep at a time like this?”
“How can one sleep in a situation like this?”
Everyone in the arena became flabbergasted.
“It’s because of exhaustion.”
After quickly examining Ayrin, a medical team leader turned to Carter, Chris, and the others and continued, “Let him continue sleeping. It should be an afteraffect of fighting in the spiritual domain… his current state is similar to someone who underwent an extremely arduous training of spiritual strength and overtaxed themself.”
“He has only fallen asleep? It’s not some grievous injury?” After hearing the diagnosis, Charlotte finally calmed down in the stands as she patted her own chest.
……
“Man, why are these idiots celebrating when my wise divine and extraordinarily handsome self isn’t there.”
“If not for me, we wouldn’t have won this match.”
“Hmph, wait until I fix my hair, then everyone’s attention will definitely fall upon me.”
“But I wonder, where is Eichemalar’s best salon?”
A human figure stealthily flashed through the participant’s tunnel. Upon hearing the waves of cheers erupting from the arena, they began ranting to themselves.
The person was none other than Stingham, who had bundled up his hair with a piece of cloth and then covered half of his face with another cloth.
As practically no one had begun leaving the arena, Stingham was able to quickly move through the tunnel and exit without anyone paying attention to him.
“Stingham.”
But as he beelined across the square towards the closest street, a quiet and composed voice rang out from beside him.
“Who are you?”
Stingham stopped and turned to look at the person who had called out to him. To his surprise, it was an abnormally delicate looking boy with hair flowing down to his waist.
“Who is Stingham? You’ve got the wrong person!” Stingham immediately replied as he recovered from his surprise.
“What?”