Chapter 106 - UGA CHAKA UGA UGA

"Mmm..."

As Asil finally regained consciousness, he let out an involuntary groan from his mouth and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a ceiling made of wood. Then, turning his head slightly, he shifted his gaze and observed his surroundings. 

He was now inside a hut, the size of which at the moment does not exceed ten square meters. This hut was made entirely of wood. There was nothing in it but a bed and a table with a few chairs around it.

"Ahh..."

He clutched his head, closing his eyes tightly as he suddenly felt the pain in his head. In addition, with this pain, the memories before he lost consciousness had started to fill his mind again. He finally remembered the events of his life on the edge of the abyss and the death of Bias Gerz.

There was a reproach and sadness in his heart, as he fully remembered the events of the moment. If he had been stronger, maybe Bias Gerz wouldn't have died. In fact, no one knew if this would really be the case. But still, Asil blamed himself for this. This incident had caused him to notice something. Was his good heart able to save Bias Gerz? No! Then was there any need to be so good? He had to change himself now! After that, those who did evil to him and around him would have paid dearly for it! In the same way, those who did good to him and around him would receive a great reward. This was something that Asil could understand after losing a loved one. Maybe it was too late for that. But after that, by living this way, he could at least prevent such events from happening again.

"Senior Bias... I will definitely avenge you! I'll make Baran regret it! " He murmured slowly, as anger flared in his eyes. For the first time the desire for power in his heart had reached its climax. He had to get stronger... At least he should have been strong enough to avenge Bias Gerz. When that happened, he was going to get a lot of revenge on Baran. "And don't worry about it in the afterlife. I will save your grandchildren from his hands and let them live safely!"

After making a determined vow, Asil looked around again with his eyes. He had already realized that there was something wrong here. The last thing he remembered clearly was the death of Bias Gerz. Then his sight was closed. He could feel the sounds and events around him, but for some reason he could not see. He vaguely remembered falling off a cliff. And if that's the case, why wasn't he dead? Although he somehow survived, his body should have been at least at the bottom of the abyss. However, he was inside a hut at the moment. How could this happen?

"Master! Are you up there?" Asil called out in his mind, but received no answer from Sirius. "Apparently, I owe my survival to my master, even though I fell off a cliff. He probably won't be around for a while. I have to get out of here on my own and get stronger on my own for a while, and when my master comes back, I have to surprise him. Otherwise, he will have done this favor for nothing!" Although his master's kindness in saving him caused great problems for him, Asil had no choice but to trust that his master would now open his consciousness again and when that happened, he would become strong enough to please him.

"Mom, I've told you how many times it's impossible for someone who fell from such a height to wake up so fast."

A young girl's voice came from outside the hut in which Asil was, and all Asil's attention was instantly directed towards the door of the hut.

"Look, see, I'll tell you that he hasn't woken up yet..." When the door of the hut opened, an auburn-haired young girl with hazel eyes, about seventeen, eighteen years old, entered and before she could finish her words, she froze where she was out of surprise because she saw that Asil was awake. Likewise, Asil was surprised to see her. However, the reason for this was not because he recognized her, but because of the clothes the girl was wearing. This hazel-eyed, auburn-haired girl was wearing a two-piece dress that clearly displayed all her body contours, covering only the chest area and starting from the waist up to a few inches above the kneecap. Moreover, these two-piece dresses were generally made of leaves and grasses.

When Asil was about to ask who she was, the girl's face suddenly changed, and in an instant she exclaimed aloud: "He is Awake! Hurry up, the stranger has woken up!"

After the girl's cry, a large number of people's voices began to sound from outside, and these voices gradually approached the hut. Asil immediately tried to get up, straightening up, to defend himself against possible things that could happen to him. However, his body did not listen to his word. There was no pain or scarring on his body. But still his body was not listening to him. As he thought for a moment about what had happened to him, a name appeared in his mind that he had never heard before. At the same time, the young girl also spoke to Asil, looking at him with an expression that seemed to be frightened for some reason: "Don't try to move! Your body is under the influence of Ravaslisa! No matter how hard you try to move, it's no use! If you try to move too much, it will only cause you to get more tired. It's impossible for you to get out of its influence!"

'Ravaslisa' was exactly the name that appeared in Asil's mind. He had never heard that name before. At this moment, however, he clearly knew what kind of herb it was and what it was for. And apart from that, how to neutralize it was also in the information in his mind. Ravaslisa was a medicinal herb that had a strong numbing effect and put the muscles into a temporary state of sleep. This rare herb was often used on patients with damaged muscles, and two methods were used that were fairly easy to override. The first of these was to wait until the effect was over. The effect of this herb lasted no more than an hour, depending on the strength of the person used. For this reason, it was used repeatedly at regular intervals until the condition of patients with muscle damage improved.

The second method was to find the extremely common Ravokravas Herband eat it. Ravokravas was a weed that could exist almost everywhere. But only people who are well versed in medicinal herbs could know that its effect ended the effect of the Ravaslisa. And yet, how could anyone know these herbs and what they were for? There was only one thing Asil could think of about it.

'The Eight Colored Lily of Solitude!'

His master had previously said that the Eight-Colored Loneliness Lily, the seed of which is in his soul, will give natural information when he enters the Nascent Profound Realm. This should definitely have been the reason why the Asil knew the properties of Ravaslisa and Ravokravas in detail, which he had never heard of before! Asil had apparently learned quite a lot about plants, although he had not yet fully studied the information in his mind.

Although Asil looked around and looked for Ravokravas grass, he could not find anything inside the hut. He realized that it was impossible for him to get up before the sounds that were getting closer and closer from outside came to him. His only hope now was that the people who came would be weak in strength or have no evil purpose. Otherwise, the situation he was in would have become quite bad, with an extremely high probability!

About ten seconds later the door of the hut was reopened, and a dark-haired, middle-aged man with hazel eyes entered. This man was wearing a piece of dress made of grass and leaves in general, which clearly showed the contours of his body, just like a young girl, but the dress he was wearing was only enough to cover the area from the waist up to the knee.

While the middle-aged man's muscular body was completely facing Asil, he shouted pointlessly: "HA... HEE... HUUU..."

After his shouting, there were also many shouting sounds from outside the hut:

"HUH... HEE... HUUU..."

As the shouting continued, the middle-aged man came out of the hut laughing and shouted again: "HAAAA... The stranger has woken up! Get the cauldron ready!"

"HUUUUU... Cauldron, HUUUU... Cauldron, HUUUU!"

As the meaningless shouts from outside continued, four more muscular middle-aged men entered the hut. One of these men had a long log in his hand. After they had entered, they immediately came up to Asil and, lifting him up, placed him on his back on the log and tied his hands and feet tightly to the log. Then, shouting strangely, they lifted the log and left the hut. "HAAHEE... HUUUHEEE... HAAHEE... HUUUHEEE... GARA GARA HEEE...."