Ash was led to Sigourney's laboratory nervously.
The laboratory where Sigourney caught him working all night making medicine last night.
Sigourney walked in first, then stood by the door, raised her chin slightly, and motioned for him to come in as well.
Ash rubbed his fingertips against the new wizard robe he had changed into today, blinked, felt the silent and tense air, swallowed slightly, and walked into the room honestly.
This is the potion laboratory he planned for himself. It has a spacious space and is reinforced with inscription arrays on all sides to ensure that no matter what happens inside, no one outside can see or hear it.
On the side of the laboratory, there is a row of magic material storage cabinets, where some common potions are temporarily stored for his convenient use.
The largest space in the laboratory is occupied by a sturdy metal laboratory table, on which are placed a wide variety of pharmaceutical instruments, including distillers, extractors, crucibles, catheters... Rows of test tubes flash cold light under the white light, and knives of different shapes and functions reflect cold light on the knife rack.
This is a room full of cold and rational texture.
No matter how passionate a person is, his emotions will suddenly cool down when he enters this room.
From this perspective, Sigourney's cool temperament perfectly matches this place and is a perfect fit.
After Ash left the lab, he raised his hand and closed the door.
Ash paused, looked back at the closed door, then looked at Sigourney who had a indifferent expression, and felt a little nervous.
I felt the storm was coming.
So...what is the punishment?
What punishment must bring me to this laboratory?
He was lost in thought when Sigourney held his shoulders and brought him to his laboratory table.
His laboratory bench remained in the same state as when he left last night. Various instruments with strange shapes and full of geometric beauty were connected together in an orderly manner, forming a complex and smooth experimental process.
He directly interrupted the preparation of the corrosive agent last night, and did not clean up the experimental equipment on the table, resulting in different instruments now containing gases, liquids and solids of different colors. The semi-finished product boiled in the crucible nearby had solidified into a sticky gray paste, completely scrapped.
He looked down at the mess on the table, and one guess after another quickly flashed through his mind.
Should he clean the laboratory himself without the assistance of the puppet?
Or should I just let him mix potions here until he gets tired of it?
…
But his intuition told him that things were not that simple and he had not guessed correctly.
It was helpless. If it wasn't a life-and-death crisis, his perception of his own affairs would always seem particularly clumsy and insensitive. This was probably what Mr. Nance said, it was easy to spy on other people's fate, but it was difficult to spy on your own fate, right?
Sigourney was almost pissed off by Ash.
At a time like this, this guy actually dared to be distracted?
Do you really think that he means the punishment in a scary way?
He walked over to Ash, tapped Ash's forehead with his fingers, and called him back to his senses: "Are you still in a daze?"
Ash immediately came back to his senses and smiled innocently at Sigourney, saying sincerely, "I was just wondering how you would punish me."
Sigourney narrowed her eyes meaningfully. Isn't it a little late to act nice now?
He snorted, pointed to the only empty work surface on the table, and said simply: "Lie down."
Ash: “Huh?” What does that mean?
Sigourney said expressionlessly: "Lie down there."
Ash: "..." What are you doing lying there?
He was a little confused and looked at Sigourney in confusion. He tried to figure out Sigourney's intentions, but still lay down obediently.
The height of the table was just up to his waist. He laid his upper body obediently on the table, resting his head on his folded arms. He tilted his head to look at Sigourney, and then what?
Then Sigourney glanced at his flexible and stretched waist and walked behind him out of his sight.
“Pah.”
There was a crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh.
This was accompanied by a sudden sharp pain in the buttocks.
Ash was almost dazed.
The pain in his butt seemed to be transmitted to his brain with a delay, and it took him several seconds to realize the pain.
He blinked again, and again it took several seconds before he realized the pain was coming from his butt.
Got spanked?
He was so shocked that he was distracted for a while, and had some confused thoughts like who am I and where am I.
“Pah, pah, pah.”
But Sigourney never stopped.
The shameful voice and shameful pain finally brought Ash Elwin back to consciousness from his shock and confusion.
His eyes suddenly widened, and in an instant, his face flushed all the way down to his neck. Almost subconsciously, he exerted force on his waist, trying to lift himself up and hide to the side.
But Sigourney was quick and with her left hand she pressed the back of his neck with her right hand, nipping his struggle in the bud.
"Behave yourself." His tone was calm. "I told you this is a punishment."
If you want to punish, then punish, but why do you have to do it this way?
Ash's face flushed, and a short breath escaped from his nose.
He is not afraid of pain.
It doesn't hurt that much actually.
Compared with the physical pain, the overwhelming sense of shame was even more unbearable. It poured down on his head like a huge wave and submerged every toe.
He has been a well-behaved person since he was a child. Not only has he never been spanked, he has never even been verbally scolded by adults.
and……
He, he is an adult!
No one in Duogu Village's hunting team could defeat him.
Uncle Derek and Village Chief Vann also praised him for becoming more and more like a man.
Why do I still get spanked?
It’s okay to hit the palm of your hand.
It's okay to be beaten up by Sigourney, just like in a duel.
Ash was so ashamed that even his toes curled up quietly in his boots, but he could not struggle or escape. He could only listen to the rhythmic crisp sounds echoing in the spacious laboratory, disturbing him and making him panic.
Later, the high fever all over his body made him weak and powerless. Perhaps he realized that he could only accept the punishment obediently until the end. He no longer tried to struggle, but collapsed there limply, his light blue eyes staring through a layer of mist at the experimental instruments on the table that were full of strange beauty.
He thought that he would never again ignore his health and stay up late to prepare potions.
Because once he stayed up late, he would think of the scene of being severely spanked at this moment today, and the sound of slapping would ring in his ears... What kind of potion would he prepare at that time? He was almost obsessed and couldn't calm down. Any potion would fail.
What's the point of staying up all night to mix a row of failed potions?
He buried his face in his arms and said in an unsteady voice, "I will never stay up late again in the future."
As he finished speaking, the slaps on his butt finally stopped.
"I don't think you will either." Sigourney's voice came from above him, her tone cold and tense, "Do you know how many wizards die suddenly in their laboratories every year?"
He released the hand that was suppressing Ash, took Ash's arm, pulled the limp Ash up, leaned against him, and held him firmly.
"Many of them are wizards worthy of respect, simple and pure, and have been pursuing the truth all their lives." His voice was low and slow, "However, the truth is so beautiful that it makes them obsessed and obsessed, until they follow the truth silently."
He saw the same purity in Ash, the pure pursuit of truth.
When he pushed open the door of the laboratory last night and saw Ash, who was focused and calm in front of the laboratory table, he almost confused this young figure with the old wizard who had been tirelessly exploring the truth.
"Would you like to be one of them?" Sigourney asked.
"In no mood."
Ash said quietly.
His face was pressed against Sigourney's cold chest, as if he could smell the chilling breath of snow and frost in the dust, which had not dissipated from Sigourney's body even after a night of rest. He suddenly became quiet, and even the blush on his face quietly cooled down.
This was their first hug since they said goodbye.
He silently stretched out his arms, hugged Sigourney's narrow waist, and whispered, "I know. I really won't do it again in the future."
He didn't want to follow the truth, he wanted to stay with his Scarlet Moon forever.
Sigourney exhaled lightly, resting her chin on the top of his head, and said helplessly: "It's good that you can do it."
He knew that this kind of people who were devoted to academics would agree to something sincerely, but then break their promise intentionally... Just like last night, he believed that Ash did not intend to stay in the laboratory so late, but just did not notice the passage of time.
Perhaps a whole day has passed, but you would think only an hour has passed.
Someone once told him that people who are surrounded by the truth do not live in the same time as other people, and cannot be measured using normal time units.
He lowered his eyes, looked at Ash's soft hair, and pulled the corners of his lips.
Forget it, whether Ash can do it or not——
In short, he can beat the offender every time he violates the law.
If you think about it carefully, the talented swordsman praised by Zexis has a well-trained body, a firm and perky butt, which is very elastic and feels good when hit.
Sigourney's eyes wandered as she recalled the feeling of her hand.
Ash, who was lying in his arms, shuddered inexplicably, and the numbness and pain in his buttocks collectively revived and surged up in one breath, feeling awkward and ambiguous.
The temperature on his face, which had just subsided, slowly rose again.
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