The whole world is God's help

Chapter 107 Punishment

Ash was anxiously led to his laboratory by Sigourney.

It was the laboratory where he was caught by Sigourney on the spot last night and stayed up all night to make medicine.

Sigourney walked in first, and after she walked in, she stood by the door and raised her chin slightly, signaling for him to come in too.

Ash rubbed his fingertips against the newly changed wizard robes, blinked, felt the silent and tense air, swallowed in a small arc, and walked into the room honestly.

This is the potion laboratory he planned for himself. It has a spacious space and is surrounded by inscription magic circles to ensure that what happens inside cannot be seen or heard from the outside.

On the side of the laboratory, there is a row of magic material storage cabinets, where some standing potions are temporarily stored for his convenience.

What occupies the largest space in the laboratory is a solid metal laboratory table, on which are placed an assortment of pharmaceutical equipment, distillation apparatus, extractor, crucible, catheter... Rows of test tubes are shining coldly under the white light The light of the knife, a knife handle with different functions and shapes reflects the cold light on the knife holder.

This is a room full of cold and rational texture.

No matter how enthusiastic a person is, entering this room will suddenly cool down their emotions.

Looking at it this way, the cold-tempered Sigourney simply complements this place, and it couldn't be more suitable.

After Ash left the laboratory, he raised his hand and closed the door.

Ash stopped in his tracks, looked back at the closed door, and then at Sigourney, who looked pale, feeling a little nervous.

Feel the storm coming.

So... what is the punishment?

What punishment has to come to this laboratory?

He was thinking wildly, and Signy held his shoulders and brought him to his laboratory table.

His experimental bench was still in the same state as when he left last night. Various instruments with weird shapes and geometric beauty were connected together in an orderly manner to form a complex and smooth set of experimental procedures.

He directly interrupted the preparation of the corrosive agent last night, and the experimental equipment on the table was not cleared and cleaned. As a result, different instruments are now filled with gases, liquids and solids of different colors, and the semi-finished products boiled in the crucible beside him are even It has condensed into a sticky, dusty paste, completely useless.

He looked down at the mess on the table, one guess after another quickly flashed through his mind.

Is it to let him clean the laboratory by himself without the aid of a puppet?

Or let him mix potions here, until he gets bored?

……

But his intuition told him that things were not that simple, and he didn't even guess right.

It is very helpless, if it is not a life-and-death crisis, his perception ability will always appear clumsy and insensitive when it comes to his own affairs.This is probably what His Excellency Nance said. It is easy to spy on the fate of others, but it is difficult to spy on one's own destiny, right?

Sigourney almost laughed at Ash.

At a time like this, this guy actually dares to distract him?

Did he really mean that punishment was scary?

He walked to Ash's side, curled his fingers and tapped Ash's forehead, calling his spirit back: "Still in a daze?"

Ash immediately came back to his senses, and smiled innocently at Sigourney, very sincerely: "I was just thinking about how you would punish me."

Sigourney squinted her eyes inexplicably, and only now came to pretend to be good, isn't it a bit late?

He snorted softly, pointed to the only vacant console on the table, and said concisely: "Get down."

Ash: "Huh?" What do you mean?

Sigourney was expressionless: "Lie down there."

Ash: "..." What are you doing lying there?

He didn't understand, turned his head and glanced at Signy suspiciously, pondering Signy's intentions in his mind, and obediently lay down on the bed.

The height of the table was just waist high. He lay his upper body on the table obediently, resting his head in the folded arms, and turned his head to look at Sigourney, and then what?

Then Signy glanced at his supple, stretched waist, and stepped behind him out of sight.

"Snapped."

There was a crisp sound of meat sticking to meat.

Accompanying it was a sudden stabbing pain in his buttocks.

Ash was almost dazed.

The pain in his butt seemed to be delayed to his brain, and it took him several seconds to realize the pain.

He blinked again, and it took several seconds again before he realized the pain was coming from his ass.

Was, was spanked?

He was so shocked that he lost his mind for a while, and had a dazed idea similar to who I am and where I am.

"Clap clap clap."

Sigourney never stopped.

The shameful voice and the shameful pain finally brought Ash Alwyn back to his senses from the shock and bewilderment.

His eyes widened suddenly, and almost instantly, his face turned red from the neck down.Almost subconsciously, he exerted force on his waist, trying to lift himself up and hide to the side.

But Signe had quick eyes and quick hands, snapped her left hand, and pressed the back of his neck easily with her right hand, nipping his struggle in the bud.

"Be honest." His tone was calm, "I said it is punishment."

Punishment is punishment, but why use this method?

Ash blushed, and a short breath came out of his nasal cavity.

He is not afraid of pain.

Actually it doesn't hurt much.

Compared with the physical pain, the great sense of shame was even more unbearable, pouring down on his head like a huge wave, submerging every toe.

He has been obedient since he was a child, not to mention being spanked, and he has never even been verbally reprimanded by adults.

and……

He, he is an adult!

Everyone in the hunting team of Duogu Village can't beat him.

Uncle Derek and Chief Fann also praised him for becoming more and more manly.

Why do you still get spanked?

It's okay to hit the palm of your hand.

Like a duel, it's okay to be beaten by Sigourney.

Ashamed, Ash quietly curled up his toes in his boots, but he couldn't struggle, couldn't escape, he could only listen to rhythmic crisp sounds echoing in the spacious laboratory, disturbing him flustered and confused .

In the end, the high fever all over his body burned him so weakly that he may have realized that he could only accept the punishment honestly until the end, and he no longer tried to struggle, but collapsed there softly, with light blue eyes Through a layer of water vapor, staring at the experimental instruments full of strange beauty on the table.

He thought that he would never stay up all night disregarding his health to make potions again.

Because once you stay up late, you will think of the scene of being severely spanked today, and there will be endless slaps in your ears... What kind of potion did he make at that time?I'm about to go mad, I can't calm down, and any potion will fail.

What's the point of staying up all night to concoct a row of failed potions?

He buried his face in the crook of his arms, and said in an unsteady voice, "I will, I will, I will never stay up late again."

After his words fell, the slap on his butt finally stopped.

"I don't think you will either." Signey's voice came from above him, her voice was cold and tense, "Do you know how many wizards die suddenly in their laboratories every year?"

He let go of the hand that was holding Ash, took Ash's arm, pulled up the limp Ash, leaned against him, and held him firmly.

"Many of them are wizards worthy of respect. They are simple and pure, and they have been pursuing the truth all their lives." His voice was low, "However, the truth is so beautiful that they are addicted and obsessed, until they follow the truth silently. .”

In Ash, he saw the same purity, 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 experimental table, he almost overlapped this young figure with the figure of an old wizard who had been tirelessly exploring the truth he had seen before.

"Would you like to be one of them?" Signy asked.

"Do not want to."

Ash said in a low voice.

His face was pressed against Signe's cold chest, as if he smelled the bitter breath of ice, snow and wind in the wind and dust. After a night of repairing, it did not dissipate from Signe's body.He suddenly calmed down, and even the flush on his face quietly lowered the temperature.

This is their first hug after goodbye.

He stretched out his arms silently, hugged Signe's narrow waist, and whispered: "I know. I really won't do it in the future."

He doesn't want to follow the truth, he wants to always be with his Scarlet Moon.

Sigourney exhaled lightly, and her chin rested on the top of his head, feeling a little helpless: "It's good if you can do it."

He knows this kind of person who is devoted to academics, and if he promises sincerely and turns around, he will not intentionally break the promise... Just like last night, he also believes that Ash didn't stay in the laboratory so late on purpose , just not noticing the passage of time at all.

Maybe a whole day has passed, but I thought it was only an hour.

Someone once told him that people surrounded by truth do not live at the same time as other people.Timekeeping cannot be measured in 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 himself or not—

In short, he can do it every time he violates it.

Thinking about it carefully, Miao Zi, the genius swordsman praised by Zexis, has been trained for a long time, and his buttocks are upturned and strong. He is full of elasticity and feels good when he is beaten.

Sigourney recalled the feel of the hand with erratic eyes.

And Ash lying in his arms shivered inexplicably, the numbness and pain in his buttocks recovered collectively, and he rushed up in one breath, embarrassed and ambiguous.

The temperature that had just subsided on his face slowly climbed up again.