Chapter 91: A game of hot potato with lingerie (1/2)
Chapter 91: A game of hot potato with lingerie
Fitch fancied himself clever as he tiptoed like a thief up to Han Shuo’s door. He looked around shiftily and then used an exceedingly low voice to summon a wraith, bidding it to enter Han Shuo’s room through the crack beneath the door.
Han Shuo’s original demons had been refined from wraiths to begin with, so wraiths could also be another set of eyes for the summoners. However, as a summoned creatures from necromancers, they carried a faint hint of death about them and had a greyish-white outline. Anyone with a slightly higher level of alertness would easily discover traces of them.
Han Shuo’s original demons had undergone specialized magical yuan refinement and thus didn’t have any magical ripples emanating from them. Their form was also indistinct. As long as they didn’t come into contact with a magical boundary, it would be very difficult to discover them. Add to that the fact that original demons were one of the demon generals and had a mental connection to the mage, they could be deployed to far distances and had uncommon attacking capabilities. Therefore, no matter how one viewed it, an original demon was much more practical than a wraith.
After Fitch’s wraith entered Han Shuo’s room, it circled around inside and then stopped in front of Han Shuo’s window. It seemed to be silently observing Han Shuo’s movements.
Breathing evenly, Han Shuo was on his side and appeared to be in a deep sleep. He seemed to be completely oblivious to everything happening around him. Fitch used the wraith to probe around from the outside before placing his hand on the door handle, exerting a small amount of force. Han Shuo’s room door creaked open with a small squeak.
A bag of powder suddenly appearing in his hand, Fitch opened the paper wrappings and blew on it in front of the door. The powder dispersed into the air and emitted a light fragrance.
Soul Temptation Powder!
Han Shuo had some understanding of poison powder now and had already recognized the fragrance when it dispersed just now. He laughed coldly inside and didn’t hold his breath. He continued to naturally inhale and exhale. With the strength his body acquired after entering the third demonic realm, low level powders that would cause him to sink into a drugged state had absolutely no effect on him at all.
A sinister and venomous smile on his face, Fitch had a bit of a gleeful expression on his face right now as he walked lightly towards Han Shuo, glaring at him fiercely. What he was thinking, no one knew.
Leveraging the line of vision from the original demons, Han Shuo still fully viewed Fitch’s expression even with his eyes closed. Although he maintained a sleeping posture with his body, Han Shuo had long since readied himself. He was prepared to make a move as soon as things went south. Han Shuo was prepared to kill as soon as Fitch laid a hand on him.
However, Fitch didn’t seem as bold as Han Shuo thought. He stared at Han Shuo and then murmured to himself, “You lowly slave, you’re completely unworthy of Master Fanny. I should’ve run you out of the necromancy major a long time ago, but you weren’t around for a long time. However, let’s see where you’ll run this time. After tomorrow, everyone will be sure that you’re a pervert. Even if Master Fanny helps you, the school authorities will expel you from the necromancy major. I’ve spent quite a lot of effort and time in wanting to make a move against you, heh heh!”
Fitch murmured as he fished out a large package from his being. He bent down and shoved the package under Han Shuo’s bed, then slowly backed out of Han Shuo’s room with a proud air, cackling in a low tone as he did so. He then carefully closed the door to Han Shuo’s room and walked easily to his own room with a face full of satisfaction.
Han Shuo immediately sat up in his bed after Fitch had left and bent down to look around. He discovered that Fitch had hung this package from the wooden slats beneath the bed. He would’ve been hard pressed to discover it if he hadn’t looked carefully.
When Han Shuo took down the bundle and opened it, he was flabbergasted by what he saw.
A collection of flimsy, thin female lingerie greeted his eyes. These colorful articles of clothing were lace trimmed and all had very small amounts of cloth on them. They were either cute or sexy. Some had just been washed, with two looking like they’d just been taken off and hadn’t had time to be washed. There were still a few traces of the female body on them.
Han Shuo stared at the female lingerie items within the bundle and looked them all over twice, sighing that Fitch really did possess amazing methods of revenge. He started to grow a healthy appreciation for Fitch. However, what he admired wasn’t Fitch’s schemes, but his methods. Who would’ve thought that he would be able to silently and unwittingly obtain so many articles of female lingerie? He wondered if there were any in this pile that belonged to Master Fanny!
Shaking his head with involuntary laughter, Han Shuo knew that once the girls of the school realized that their lingerie had gone missing, they were bound to raise a huge furor tomorrow. Fitch was certain to have other tricks up his sleeve. Perhaps there would be a room by room search of all male students tomorrow. If this bundle were to be discovered beneath his bed, Han Shuo was sure to gain the title of “Great Perverted Demon”. He wouldn’t have to wait for the school to expel him then, since he himself wouldn’t have the face to face anyone and would never appear within the Academy again.
“I won’t do anything to you if you don’t do anything to me. Fitch, ah Fitch. You can’t blame me for being vicious this time.” Han Shuo picked up the package and snickered softly as he got out of the bed and walked towards Fitch’s room with the original demon leading the way.
He used almost the same exact methods of leveraging the original demon’s vision to copy Fitch’s methods. He travelled soundlessly to Fitch’s room, shoved the bundle beneath Fitch’s bed and then left, with none the wiser.
Once this matter had been completed satisfactorily, Han Shuo returned to his room and didn’t go back to sleep, but rather used the other original demon to observe Duke’s movements.
Duke had flown directly to a classroom on the fourth floor of the building after arriving at the dark major building. There was not a soul within the classroom building at night. Duke didn’t move after setting foot in this room, becoming one with the night.
Han Shuo gazed upon Duke in the darkness, through the eyes of the original demon parked in the shadows of a great tree. Except, he didn’t make another move after arriving and had no further movement. This made Han Shuo feel quite confused. He wasn’t sure what Duke was doing in the classroom building in the middle of the night.