Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2127  Scared Henricks And Smelly Ransom

Date- 18 April 2321 n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Time- 22:52

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Celestial Mystic Dimension

"It seems the boy has this under control, you can forget about getting rid of me until you take me to my daughter," Ransom, who was in a bind knowing that if he did not stop his reckless actions and help Henricks to stop the undead demigods from assembling into a battle array formation things might turn for worse, seeing Wyatt kill a few dozen of undead demigods without even trying decided to stick to his original plan, pester Henricks into taking him to meet his daughter.

"You deviant, let go of me. It's already hot enough, you stinking to me like this is only making it worse, and what the fuck is that smell? Its do disgusting," Henricks did not like the rising temperature in the domain one bit adding to it the smell that came from Ransom's body made it more intolerable. He did not even want to think about how they both were drenched in sweat and stuck to each other. He felt like he was sent to hell concocted for him. What bothered him even more was Ransom seemed to be fine with it. Just then he remembered Luna saying that her parents had been fighting a lot lately since her father would not do the things her mother wanted them to do in the bedroom. At first, Henricks thought, this was not the kind of news he wanted to know about the royal family and their allied households. But now, his mind wandered imagining the worst possible reasons why Luna's parents were having troubles in their marital bed. "Just ignore it," Ransom's face was beet red, he did not go into details about the smell because of its embarrassing origin.

"How am I supposed to ignore it if it's getting into my eyes? The fuck, it's so thick and disgusting. Let go of me, you dumbass," Henricks yelled both disgusted by the smell and suspicious hearing Ransom's response. "Don't struggle you are making it worse," Ransom too was not happy about the situation, especially hugging Henrick's sweaty body. When Henricks struggled their sweaty bodies rubbed and made embarrassing noises. But he went through with it anyway thinking of it as things a father does for his daughter. He was really down on luck lately and hoped he could do right by his daughter at the least. Listening to Ransom's response Henricks was scared and he could not help but clench his butt while yelling furiously, "Ransom, let go of me or be prepared for the consequences." Henricks too heard the embarrassing noises their sweaty body made when they rubbed against each other. He was starting to feel a hatred toward Ransom that was equal to how much he hated the dark races. He never thought a day would come when he would hate someone the same as he hated the demons, especially with him knowing how the masters were royally screwing the card world up. Now he was prepared to get serious, even if his opponent was the beloved son of his captor, he was willing to be ruthless to clear the shame and embarrassment he was feeling. Soon a spatial energy covered Henrick's hand right, which with a swift motion cut Ransom's hands and legs with ease. However, just as Henricks thought he freed himself, blood from Ransom's limbs moved as if they had a mind of their own and sewed the limbs back on his body perfectly without any error. Except for the red stitch marks and cut off sleeves and pants, it was as if Ransom's body was never cut. Allowing Ransome to continue clinging to Henricks like a Koala bear. "Old bastard, is that all you got? It will take a lot more than that to get rid of me," Ransom sneered and taunted Henricks who was seriously holding back not wanting to garner the wrath of Field Marshal Heatsend. Like any mother, she loved her kids and had her unique but rigid way of showing it as such many mistaken that she had little interest in her children and their lives. As her colleague and family friend, Henricks knew better. She cared for her kids and their families a lot. So he knew if he were to beat Ransom badly then Field Marshal would settle the score with him later. This was why he tried to run from Ransom and when that failed he tried to reason with him before resorting to force. However, seeing Ransom's sneer and listening to his taunts Henricks was provoked, 'Fuck this!' he thought deciding to teach Ransom a serious lesson as his elder. Once again turbulent spacial energy covered Henricks's right and with a swift motion he cut all four of Ransom's limbs. This time, however, the cut-off limbs were teleported to another corner of the mystic dimension not allowing the Ransom to stitch them back on. But, to his shock, blood from Ransom's body moved swiftly and in a fraction of a second sewed itself to Henrick's back. "You crazy son of —," Henricks promptly paused before his long tongue signed his death certificate for him. Then, he continued, "You dumbass, how could you do something like this, undo it." "Nope, not until you take me to meet my daughter," Ransom repeated his demands to Henricks who frantically tried to cut him off his back but this blood would instantly stitch them back together. Henricks tried to increase his speed of cutting the huge talking and smelly tumor off him and escape at his fastest speed but Ransom's ability to sew them back together was faster. "You dimwit, at least tell me it's reversible and will not have any permanent side effects later. And for goodness sake what is that awful smell," finally giving up, Henricks asked whether they would be stuck permanently. Seeing how Ransom's ability was able to stitch them together faster than his moment speed he wondered if it was because of some weird law and restriction Ransom used to enhance his rune. If that were the consequence of this might be serious. 

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