HPDBC Chapter 331: After Thoughts
Chapter 331: After Thoughts
Ty gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp sting of the arrow lodged in his skin. He contemplated unleashing his flames to incinerate the arrows but held back, not wanting to reveal his secret. Almost as soon as he thought it, the arrows disintegrated into nothingness, leaving no trace of their intent to harm.
In the next instant, a man wearing a black mask lay on the ground in front of them, subdued by Gui, who had swiftly overpowered him and now had a knee pressed against his chest. Ty replayed the moment in his mind, marveling at Gui's speed and strength. However, the disintegration of the arrows puzzled him, hinting at a connection to Gui's abilities—or perhaps the mysterious coins.
Ty's contemplation was interrupted as he demanded from the captured assailant, "Where are the rest of the rebels?"
The man in the black mask spat out defiantly, "Screw you! If it wasn't for the Demon, you'd have an arrow in your head right now... you deserve death for what you did to—"
His words cut off as his face distorted, then he collapsed into pieces, leaving Ty and Gui in a momentary silence. Gui sighed, a grim acknowledgment of the escalating boldness among the rebels. "More and more rebels growing bold... to think they just tried to attack the inner city and so close to the prison."
"Let's get you back to the prison before something else happens again," Gui suggested, a hint of urgency in his voice.
Ty, feeling the weight of the arrow in his shoulder, reminded him, "... I have an arrow in my shoulder."
Gui glanced at Ty, noticing the blood dripping down his shoulder. His response was cold, detached. "And how is that my problem exactly?"
The brief exchange between Ty and Gui as they approached the prison doors revealed a deeper layer of Gui's character—a mix of resentment and resignation shaped by circumstances beyond his control. "No, you may not have directly done anything to me, but, it's because of you demons that I must suffer in my current situation.
"It will take about a week for the wound to fully heal," as Ty looked on with a bit of a shocked expression.
"Can't you just bring someone with healing magic or something like that?" Ty asked.
The nurse responded, "It's not that simple. Though that is possible, there are only a few healers in the world, and none of them would agree to heal a demon. So, your best bet is to just heal naturally and not overdo it for the next few days."
"I see, I will try my best, of course," Ty replied after being briefed on his recovery. He then returned to his cell, accompanied by Goey, his shoulder now neatly wrapped in white bandages that contrasted sharply against his black shirt.
"Thanks for having a nurse handle that and not letting me sleep with that arrow in my shoulder," Ty expressed his gratitude.
Goey chuckled lightly, "Yeah, no worries. I'd probably get thrown in jail myself if you died or something from an arrow wound." The lightness in his voice carried a hint of camaraderie amidst the grim humor.
As Goey secured the cell door, he added, "Also, I'll be taking the light back since it looks like you won't be needing it for the books. They sort of disintegrated them before he left with you. I hope you understand."
"Of course, it's fine. What use do I have for a light right now anyway? Just let me know if you hear about any other good fighters with cool abilities," Ty said, his tone resigned yet curious about the potential competitors in the Arena.
"Sure, sure," Goey replied as he walked away, leaving Ty alone with his thoughts in the dimming light of the cell.