Blood and Magic:The Oath of Master and Servant

Chapter 2: Hovlf's Reckless Control

Hovlf had his own courtyard, which was located beside the duke's mansion. The duke's villa was in the center, the largest in scale and extremely luxurious.

On the left was Hovlf's courtyard, and on the right was the residence of his sister, Irene. Both the brother and sister had their own mansions, equipped with their own butlers and servants. The difference was that Irene was completely absorbed in the study of physical skills and elemental magic and rarely showed up on weekdays. She only appeared occasionally at dinner time.

However, Hovlf was much more carefree. He only needed to study some theoretical courses and the knowledge of social etiquette, as well as practice physical skills and swordsmanship. Hovlf secretly rejoiced that he was a knight instead of an elemental mage. Otherwise, the piles of books would surely drive him to despair.

As genuine nobles, they didn't need to attend public academies. They only went to the Royal Academy on weekends. Nominally, it was to study, but in fact, it was to show what they had learned on weekdays. After all, the most outstanding teachers were all serving as their private tutors.

Well, the servants carrying Agas walked quickly all the way and finally arrived at Hovlf's courtyard. Not long after the butler went inside to report, Hovlf walked out with his hands behind his back. He looked down at the disheveled Agas from a superior position and couldn't help chuckling.

"Carry him to his room. I'll heal him myself," Hovlf said and then turned around and went back. The two maids at the door quickly opened the door and curtsied.

By the goddess, presumably this was due to etiquette, and definitely not because they were afraid of Hovlf's devilish smile.

The butler raised his hand as a signal and ordered two servants who weren't sweating profusely to take over Agas and told the rest of the servants to return to their positions and wait for orders. The servants all let out a sigh of relief when they saw this. The rest of the day would be relatively relaxing for them. They could go back to take a bath and have a rest.

After Agas was placed on the bench, the servants bowed and retreated. At this moment, only Hovlf and Agas were left in the guest room. Hovlf stared at Agas for a moment first, and the smile on his face never disappeared. Agas, on the other hand, lay prone on the bench, closing his eyes and pretending to be unconscious.

Although Agas's skin had been torn open by the whipping, thanks to the application of the special hemostatic medicine, the wounds no longer bled. At this moment, he just felt weak and wanted to escape but couldn't.

Agas was shirtless, and his clothes had been torn apart by the whip. He was already thin and small, less than 1.5 meters tall. His black hair was covered with dust, looking a bit messy and sloppy. His face was haggard, and his complexion was grayish-white.

The surrounding was so quiet that it was terrifying. Agas didn't even dare to open his eyes. Although he was stubborn and tenacious, he was still too young and didn't know how to deal with Hovlf. Just when Agas was wondering whether Hovlf had already left, he suddenly felt someone gently touching the wounds on his back.

Agas suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look. His eyes met Hovlf's. Hovlf stared at Agas's eyes and caught the flash of panic in them, so he smiled. He thought Agas was afraid of the pain.

So, Hovlf reached out and tore open the scabbed wounds on Agas's back again. Blood flowed out from his back again, but Agas didn't make a sound. He just turned his head away, as if he had let out a sigh of relief.

Agas told himself that he had to endure it. Once he showed fear, this madman would definitely become even more brutal.

"Poor little thing, did I hurt you?" Hovlf asked in a casual tone.

Seeing that Agas had no intention of responding, Hovlf didn't care. He was like a child who had got a new toy and opened Agas's scars one by one.

"Look, the wounds are bleeding again. This won't do. Fortunately, with the blessing of the gods, we have excellent hemostatic medicine," Hovlf sprinkled the hemostatic powder on Agas's wounds again, and soon the blood stopped.

Seeing that Agas was suppressing the pain and didn't say a word, Hovlf wasn't in a hurry. He tore open Agas's wounds again and repeated the previous steps.

After several times, Agas finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He moaned in pain, sweat beaded on his forehead, and the stinging itch mixed with the severe pain made him miserable.

"Master, what did I do wrong?" Agas's voice was weak.

"No, no, no. This isn't the attitude of asking for advice sincerely," Hovlf shook his head and continued to fiddle with Agas's wounds.

"Master, if I've made any mistakes, please forgive me. I will surely correct them," In this difficult situation, Agas had no choice but to lower his head.

"First of all, you have to learn to call me'master'," Hovlf said as he tore at Agas's wounds.

"Even if you take my life, I won't do it, Lord Hovlf," After a short silence, Agas turned his head and looked directly into Hovlf's eyes, with a determined tone.

Hovlf stopped what he was doing, stood up and looked down at Agas, frowning tightly.

After a while, Hovlf smiled.

"No, you will," Hovlf firmly believed that he wouldn't be mistaken. For a moment, Agas had indeed been afraid, but he just hadn't found the source of that fear yet.

"Although I've become a slave, I will never recognize a master," Agas said seriously.

"Slave? Not recognize a master... Slave? Not recognize a master?" Hovlf muttered Agas's words several times, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and burst out laughing.

He laughed and turned around, picked up his whip, and whipped Agas. The whip cracked, and each c***k was accompanied by Agas's screams.

He didn't stop until he was too tired to swing the whip.

And Agas rolled off the bench, curled up on the ground, writhing and moaning in pain constantly. His whole body was covered in blood, and his body and legs were soaked with blood. Hovlf didn't stop until Agas passed out.

"Mr. Todd, are you there?" Hovlf asked in the direction of the door.

"Yes, the honorable Lord Hovlf," Butler Todd replied.

"Clean this place up and wash my whip by the way. It's been stained with the blood of a lowly slave. Oh, by the way, don't give him any food before tomorrow morning," Hovlf didn't even look at Agas when he spoke. He took off his blood-stained gloves on his own, as if nothing had happened just now.

"As you wish, the honorable Mr. Hovlf," The butler bowed and didn't start to order the maids to clean Agas's room until Hovlf left.

No one noticed that there were a pair of eyes outside the window, watching all this with great interest.

Agas curled up and passed out. Perhaps because he had been tortured for a long time, his body's recovery ability had been enhanced. Or perhaps the medicine powder was so effective that when Agas woke up again, some of the wounds had already scabbed over.

Slowly sitting up, Agas looked up at the window. The bright moon was covered by clouds, and the remaining moonlight could hardly light up the dark night. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten for almost a day, and he was terribly hungry.

He had lost a lot of blood and felt even more light-headed and weak. After listening carefully and confirming that there was no sound around, he slowly moved to the wooden bed. After rummaging around at the head of the bed for a while, he finally found a cloth bag.

He opened the cloth bag carefully. Inside was half a piece of hard black bread. He broke off a piece of bread, wrapped the remaining part up again and hid it properly, and then began to nibble on it slowly.

It took Agas a quarter of an hour to finish the bread, which was only the size of a child's fist. Finally, he licked the bread crumbs off his hands and felt that he had regained a little strength.

This bread was stolen by him from the cook. Of course, it wasn't the cooks who served the nobles, but the cook who was responsible for distributing food to the servants. This person liked to deduct the servants' food and put it in a big cloth bag and take it home. After experiencing hunger several times, Agas had his eye on the cook's big cloth bag.

Moreover, although they were all servants, in fact, the main targets of deduction were the slaves.

The difference was that although the servants had a low status, the servants who still had a certain amount of freedom were much better than the slaves who had no freedom at all.

Agas scooped out some water from the bucket, drank it first, and then poured the water into a basin.

He listened carefully at the door for any movement and looked out of the window for a while. Finally, after confirming that there was no one around, he took off his clothes and stood in front of the basin.

"Nailuo - Kuazu, Mobaiti, Laikasifu," Agas closed his eyes, put his hands on the water surface, and recited the incantation softly.

The water in the basin slowly moved towards Agas's palms. As time passed slowly, the water in the basin finally turned into blue mist and attached itself to Agas's hands. Agas sweated on his forehead and focused intently. He slowly moved his hands with the surging blue mist to his back.

"Feilaifeiya," With a soft incantation, the blue mist seemed to receive an instruction and suddenly rushed towards Agas's back.

"Um~" The mist surged, and Agas's injuries healed at an astonishing speed. This feeling was wonderful. If Agas had been an adult, he might have thought of some similar feelings. However, he was just an inexperienced teenager after all, and it was hard for him to describe this feeling. In short, it was extremely comfortable.

He moved his hands at a constant speed and evenly applied the blue mist to his back, lower back, buttocks and even thighs.

After a while, the blue mist dissipated. Agas moved his shoulders and twisted his waist. He could still feel the injured areas, but he didn't feel any pain anymore.

Letting out a long sigh of relief, he finally had something to rely on to survive tomorrow. Agas wasn't worried that this healing spell would be exposed, because the healed wounds wouldn't erase the scars. Of course, it would be hard to escape the scrutiny of careful people.

However, who would pay careful attention to him? So, as long as no one specifically checked his back tomorrow, no one would notice anything unusual.

Speaking of the elemental magic he used, it was an entry-level healing spell. In the past, when he was a noble, he was just an apprentice who had just started learning elemental magic. He could communicate with the water element by touching water and then cast the entry-level healing spell.

In fact, the best healing spell was of the light element, but there was no light available at the moment. Fortunately, after years of meditation training, he could already extract the water element from the air, provided that the air was humid enough for him to obtain a sufficient amount of the water element.

He also knew a fireball spell, that is, to absorb the fire element from the fire and then launch the fireball. As for its power, at a distance of one meter, it could still burn a mouse to death. If it was more than three meters away, it could only barely ignite a candle.

Agas was thinking about Hovlf's schedule while washing his body. Tomorrow was Wednesday, the day when Hovlf studied grammar. Even if Hovlf made a mistake, he wouldn't be whipped. At most, he would be punished by copying.

Thinking of this, his mood gradually stabilized. After drying his body and tidying up everything, he even smiled with satisfaction. Although he had become a slave and was abused by Hovlf, he had to say that this kind of life was still better than the previous few years. At least he had a place to live, water to drink, and could even take a cold bath. When he was lucky, he could even have a full stomach.

Agas lay back on the bed, ready to meditate. Over the years, he had always persisted in meditation, but he was still just a beginner apprentice. He suspected that it was all because of the ring on his toe, but he also thought it was unlikely.

After all, it was left to him by his mother. He couldn't tell what material it was made of. It was old and inconspicuous. At first, Agas hung it around his neck. After becoming a slave, he put it on his toe. With shoes covering it, it wouldn't be snatched away by others.

It could be called a magical ring because it looked extremely hard, but in fact, it was light and soft. No matter which toe it was put on, it fit just right. After sorting out his mood, Agas gradually entered the state of meditation, building a cycle between the invisible elemental force and his own breath.

If the elemental force could be seen, Agas would surely find that the whole room was filled with the elemental force, as if it came from the void, inexhaustible.

At this moment, with Agas meditating, a large amount of elemental force gathered towards his body, but his body only absorbed a very small part of it.

It was a barely noticeable surging. It devoured the approaching elemental force, insatiable and eager.