Cleaning the sewers

By the time the replacement carriage reached the Academy registration plaza, morning was already close to noon.

Aldric got out first. His clothes had been completely replaced, his hair had been washed three times, and another layer of purification magic had been cast over him. In theory, there should have been absolutely nothing left on his body from that horrible pit.

But Aldric could still smell it.

All he had to do was take a slightly deeper breath, and the memory of his head bursting out of the waste before he opened his mouth and inhaled hard would immediately return, making his stomach contract.

Aldric gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped himself from thinking about it.

He had not come here because of that cesspit.