Chapter 187: Superb Comforting Skills

Mike could no longer remember how he left the Tower of Challenges.

During this trip, Mike thought that he would be able to obtain some useful information, but in the end, he did not obtain anything. Instead, he even lost Law.

If there was anything that he gained, it might be that he had confirmed that he would not be resurrected after he died.

In a trance, Mike arrived at the Centaur tribe again.

Unlike the Centaur tribe in the game, the Centaur tribe in this parallel world was not far from the Tower of Challenges. It was close to the human territory and the Dwarf territory.

When the Centaurs realized that Mike had returned, almost all of them surrounded him and asked him all sorts of questions.

However, Mike did not answer them.

He was very depressed and in a bad state.

If he knew this would happen, Mike would rather not take the mission to escort the Elven Queen, so that he would not come to this dangerous world.

Yes, for a player, Second World was a paradise.

They could improve their strength here, learn many skills, and in the future, they could even put these skills into the real world.

However, all of this was based on the ability to revive.

If they could not revive, Second World would no longer be a happy land, but hell!

Wild creatures that could initiate attacks at any time, natives that could be angered if they were not careful, and gods that treated other lives like dirt.

This place was filled with danger!

Now, Mike felt that everything was over.

Like a walking corpse, he returned to the room that the Centaurs had prepared for him. Every day, he would lock himself in to sleep. When he was hungry, he would get up and eat something.

The food was provided by the Centaurs.

They were very grateful for Mike's influence on them, so they regarded Mike as the Centaur's benefactor.

Now, their benefactor looked very disappointed. They did not dare to disturb him too much. They could only silently prepare the food every day and then quietly leave this room.

A few days passed quickly, and Mike remained the same.

Just as the Centaurs were getting more and more worried about Mike's situation, a guy with a flamboyant personality arrived.

"Yo, four-legged guys, I'm back!"

Timus greeted the Centaurs from afar with a confident smile.

However, the Centaurs did not react as warmly as Timus had imagined. Instead, they looked worried.

"Thank god, Timus, you're finally back.

"Your teacher seems to be in a bad condition."

Richards Gerald pointed to the room where Mike was staying with a worried expression.

Timus was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"In a bad state? What do you mean?"

"I can't explain it clearly, buddy. I suggest you go and have a look yourself." Richards Gerald spread his hands helplessly.

"You're so weird." Timus looked at Richards Gerald and muttered, then walked to the room with a frown.

The careless Timus did not even knock on the door and opened the door directly. When the sunlight shone into the room, the first thing he saw was Mike's figure on the bed.

"Teacher, I'm back. I've successfully completed the task you gave me.

"To be honest, I've never seen such a beautiful place. The only thing is that there are a lot of thorns on the mountain road. However, I did everything according to your request and didn't hurt any plants."

"..."

"Teacher?"

Timus did not notice anything wrong at first glance when he saw Mike. Instead, he immediately reported his situation excitedly.

However, when he realized that Mike had no reaction at all, he finally realized that something was wrong.

At this time, the Centaurs had also gathered around, stretching their necks to look into the room.

"Has he been like this lately?" 

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Timus turned back to look at the Centaurs.

The Centaurs nodded one after another.

Seeing the Centaurs' confirmation, Timus's expression finally became serious.

He also found that Mike's condition was not right.

Although he had only known Mike for a short time, Timus had become Mike's student after all.

Since the teacher was like this, Timus naturally would not sit idly by.

He chose to use his own method to cheer up his teacher.

This method was very simple and crude.

"Bring the wine!" Timus commanded the Centaurs.

"Wine? What are you going to do?" Richards Gerald frowned and asked.

"Don't worry about it. If you want him to be spirited, just do as I say." Timus showed a proud and confident smile.

Seeing Timus's positive attitude, the Centaurs could only do as he said.

After all, they had no better idea.

Soon, the Centaurs brought jugs and jugs of fruit wine.

The wine was made from fruit and tasted very sweet. Both the Centaurs and Timus loved it.

Timus took a jug of fruit wine from the Centaurs and walked into the room.

He immediately turned Mike over and pinched his cheek.

Mike's mouth opened immediately.

The next second, his mouth was filled with fruit wine.

In an instant, Mike was awakened from his sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he could not see anyone. He only saw a jar that was bigger than his head and the fruit wine that was continuously poured into his mouth.

Gulp gulp gulp!

Timus poured it very quickly. In a few seconds, Mike's mouth was filled with fruit wine.

In order not to choke, Mike had to keep swallowing the wine down his throat.

After two whole minutes, a jar of wine was emptied.

And Mike's cheeks were already flushed.

Mike did not have much experience in drinking. Even in the decades before his reincarnation, Mike rarely drank.

Today could be said to be the most he had drunk in both lifetimes.

The alcohol quickly took effect, and Mike's ability to think had fallen to a very low level.

Timus, on the other hand, revealed a smug smile and returned the empty jar in his hand to the Centaur behind him.

He bent down, leaned his face in front of Mike, and asked with a smile,

"Teacher, how do you feel now?"

Mike tried hard to see the person in front of him, but he could only see four shadows.

It sounded like Timus.

He seemed to be asking how he felt.

Mike answered subconsciously.

"I feel... okay now."

"Really?" Timus grinned again. "Then drink more!"

Was there a sad situation in this world that could not be solved by drinking?

If there was, then drink more!

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