Bab 188: Diluted Intelligence

“Young master, please reconsider going out today. You only just woke up after what happened…” Hodley said, standing in the hallway with a concerned look.

“Ugh. Get out of my way.” Matheson pushed him to the side, ignoring him with an angry look.

Matheson had mostly recovered after being pierced by treant antlers.

His bones still felt bruised but they were mostly fine and he wanted to get back to training as quickly as possible.

It seemed that the pain during the attack was so great that he simply forgot the experience; his brain wouldn’t let him remember it.

For Matheson, that changed nothing anyway. This was just another setback.

Whether he remembered the painful experience or not, he only cared about getting stronger. He had a better grasp of the world now and knew that strength reigned - even all the political games played by men he considered cockroaches had one purpose, and that was to gather strength so they could impose their will onto others.