Two days after the assassination attempt, Liam attempted to continue his adaptation to Demon Gate.
Mary had departed from the Infirmary after completing her initial recovery, and should be able to resume her duties as an Aspirant.
Meanwhile, he went back to his routine in the Runes Hall, fulfilled his weekly five-hour commitment in the Battle Hall, and carried on with his reading in the Library.
Today, he stood outside the coliseum late in the afternoon, waiting for Azariah to go to the Arena. The fat young man had invited him a few days ago to go to it. And Azariah was not late. Just a minute after Liam had arrived in front of the Beasts Hall building, the chubby young man with small eyes and frowning eyebrows appeared from one of the coliseum's front arches.
The moment their gazes met, Liam's eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across his face. He nodded to Azariah, his excitement palpable.
