A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 198 But it got dark too quickly; it was too late to leave.
By the time Quinn arrived, the situation was already out of control.

How did Celia end up at the airport?

But before he could find out the answer, he had to separate the two men who were fighting—not Allison and Celia's adoptive father, but her brother, Yusser.

Seeing his father being beaten, the nearly 1.9-meter-tall blond boy was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward without thinking and got into a fight with Allison.

Most of Grindelwald's students were as thin as Celia, but Allison was different. As the son of a nobleman, he had been trained in Western rapier since childhood and was physically fit.

But Uther didn't care about your opinions, he kicked you in the groin, followed by a headbutt that almost knocked Allison's breasts out. He tried to retaliate with a punch, but Uther opened his mouth and bit him, showing great ferocity.

It was clear this kid had practiced street brawls a lot; his fighting style was full of flaws but went straight for the dirty tricks, showing absolutely no regard for martial ethics. Allison, though trained, did so for fair and noble knightly duels, wearing armor and helmets with referees. He had never encountered a wild kid like Uther before, and was beaten to a pulp in just a few rounds.

After punching Yuther's fist hard in the face several times, Allison, who had never been hit before, was almost bent over.

Quinn finally arrived, and Celia, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. Although she was extremely angry at the guy who had inexplicably punched her father, she knew that if he continued to hit him, Allison would end up in the hospital.

This young man was quite tough; he didn't utter a sound while being beaten with his sweetheart by his side, and the more he was beaten, the more he pretended that he wasn't in any pain, as if his brain had been damaged.

Quinn and Celia exchanged a glance, then, without exchanging a word, each pulled one of them apart. Celia couldn't move Uther, but the older sister's bloodline had a way of suppressing her younger brother; a slap on the backside was enough to silence him. Quinn, on the other hand, yanked Allison up from the ground as fast as he could lift a chicken.

This kid looked extremely defiant and wanted to fight a second round, punching Yuther hard in the face a few more times.

"It's not easy for garlic birds, it's not easy for anyone," Quinn said, trying to mediate. "I should have known better than to play with abstract concepts. Look what's happened."

Allison was clearly out of his mind. Losing a fight in front of his crush, especially to a younger boy, was incredibly humiliating for a teenage boy. He forgot all about manners and propriety, his neck flushed, and frantically reached behind his clothes, struggling to pull out his wand, which he then pointed at Uther and his adoptive father—

“Allison!” Quinn’s expression hardened as he gripped the tip of Allison’s wand. “Are you out of your mind?!”

"Let go! Someone like you, an adult, I need to correct you!! Cruc—"

When the middle-aged man who had been knocked to the ground heard the incantation, his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. But before the incantation was finished, Allison slumped to the side, his vision went black, and he fainted.

With an innocent look on his face, Quinn withdrew his black hand, the force just right—a little dazed but not brain-damaging.

He bent down and picked up Allison's wand, thankful that he had run into him, otherwise the kid would have been in big trouble.

Allison was just about to cast the [Crucible Curse], a brutal second-tier arcane spell. As a first-year student specializing in offensive arcane magic, Allison only needed two seconds to finish casting the spell before Uther was lying on the ground.

The power of arcane magic is not entirely defined by its level. The arcane book describes the effect of this spell as "cardiac arrest and separation of flesh and bone." An ordinary person would be paralyzed even if they were not killed by it. The academy is well aware of the destructive power of these geniuses, and the school rules explicitly prohibit students from using arcane magic on civilians.

Using arcane magic to vent one's anger and injure others during a fight is the most serious offense, which will definitely result in expulsion. Moreover, the academy will most likely take back the arcane magic taught to the students—by directly abolishing the arcane circuits, to prevent superheroes from harming society.

Even though Yuther had thrown more than a dozen punches with all his might, Allison only suffered minor injuries. But his adoptive father was different. Quinn knew the true identity of this unremarkable middle-aged man: the most outstanding graduate of the academy in a hundred years, hailed as the number one person below the Archmage. Quinn had no doubt that he could kill Allison without even chanting a spell.

The man just chuckled dryly. A commoner, beaten by a nobleman, sat bewildered on the ground, one hand supporting his swollen eye socket, the other fumbling for his glasses on the floor, muttering repeatedly, "Yuse! Apologize quickly, don't cause trouble."

Yuther stiffened his neck and glared angrily at Allison, who was being supported by Quinn, wishing he could punch him again.

Celia picked up her father's glasses; the left lens was broken, but thankfully it hadn't gotten into his eye. She felt a pang of sympathy and wanted to say something, but seeing the man frantically getting up and bowing and waving to the surrounding audience, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

"Sorry. This kid took the wrong medicine. I'll compensate you for a new pair of glasses and medical expenses on his behalf." Quinn reached into his pocket, only to find he'd given all his change to Lynn. He then reached into Allison's pocket, oh dear.
Seeing the ten gold pounds he pulled out, Quinn remarked that the kid was really rich. He then gave five gold pounds to the boy and, after thinking for a moment, gave Yuther another gold pound.

As for the remaining four gold pounds, Quinn had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the money. "You hit my hand on the neck, huh? There are medical expenses for that, hehehehe."
Yuther, who had been furious, immediately broke into a smile, but his father hesitated to accept the money, stammering, "The glasses can be repaired, it's only two silver coins, why spend so much money? This... this..."

"Just take it when I tell you to, stop with the nonsense!" Yuther took the money without any ceremony. "You son of a bitch, what's wrong with you?"

“Sukabul, that’s an arcanist from the academy! And a nobleman at that. Return him quickly, or you’ll cause trouble,” the father admonished in a low voice, tugging at his son’s clothes.

Quinn looked at his timid and submissive demeanor, which seemed flawless no matter how you looked at it. The surrounding onlookers probably couldn't possibly associate this cowardly man with the former chief arcanist of the British court.

If he had chosen to defect to the new king Aaron back then, like his other colleagues, the wealth he could have accumulated over the years would probably be no less than that of any capitalist sitting in the front row of the airport.

"Alright, just accept it as I told you to," Quinn said, frowning.

Sure enough, he immediately stopped refusing and turned to his daughter beside him: "This person... is your classmate?"

Celia rolled her eyes.

"I don't know him. He's crazy. I'm going to tell the teacher when I get back to the college. This is too much."

“Mr. Quinn, do you remember me? Youse, we met last night on the rooftop of the museum’s banquet.” Youse pointed to himself. The kid was very reserved and polite when they first met, but after Quinn saw him fighting the second time, he immediately became very familiar with him.

Quinn nodded slightly. "Hello."

Quinn didn't notice anything amiss when he and Celia were both dressed in formal attire at the dinner party, but once the siblings changed into casual clothes, Yuther's demeanor changed completely.

This is a boy who would stand out even if he were lost in a crowd. He has a straight nose, a square face, and bright, emerald-green eyes. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he already has a broad back and is extremely tall. In particular, his flaxen-gold hair is reminiscent of the founding king of Britain a thousand years ago who emerged from the Dragon Tomb, who also had a head of brilliant blond hair.

Compared to Celia, who was slender and had no blonde hair, he was clearly more like the Child of Prophecy.

In the marketplace, a legend circulated that the Queen of the first King of Britain was a witch. The most compelling evidence was the ancient legend that "a witch's child can only be alone with his parents until he learns to speak." No one knew whether the first King of Britain's child was a boy or a girl, not even King Aaron, so he had to search the entire country without distinguishing between genders.

“Mr. Quinn, I have a question, but I don’t know if it’s convenient for me to ask it,” Yuther said hesitantly.

"You said."

“My sister got selected by the academy, do you think I can get into Grindelwald? I also have arcane talent, and I’m an apprentice at the airship factory in the West End. My master says I have the ‘Magic Eye,’ and only three geniuses with the Magic Eye will be born out of a million people.”

Quinn glanced at Yuther's eyes, and after switching to Demon King's Eyes, he indeed saw an unusual glint in them.

The Mystic Eye is an extremely rare bodily mutation. When arcane circuits grow in the eye, it causes a certain mutation in the eye. Some precious Mystic Eyes can even become containers for spells, but the vast majority of Mystic Eyes are worthless. At most, they can improve vision through the flow of mana and occasionally capture traces of spirits, like Uther. Arcane circuits are thin and short. They can be learned, but one may never reach the level of Allison in half a year in a lifetime.

"The academy's admissions are determined by the magical artifact left behind by Merlin. Whether you're qualified or not is anyone's guess. Go back and wait for our notification." Quinn's tone was like that of a tobacco company interviewer. Grindelwald was like that; those who came for interviews didn't get in, and those who were qualified didn't need an interview.

Yuther nodded excitedly, thinking he had a high probability of success.

"The college has prepared special seats for students, you can sit in the front."

"No, no. I just remembered I have some things to do at home, and I have to go out tonight, so I'm going back now, haha." The old man chuckled awkwardly, but to others he seemed to be afraid of Allison retaliating against him after waking up.

"Hey?! Didn't we say we were going to watch the show? What a waste of these three tickets—" Yuther protested, but shut up obediently under his father's fierce gaze.

"That's settled then. I'm sorry for the trouble. The academy will punish him."

After saying that, Quinn pulled Allison to leave, but Celia, who had been silent all along, hurriedly said, "Then I'll go with you to say hello to the teachers."

Quinn nodded, and after taking a few steps, Celia stopped as if remembering something, glanced back, and then scurried back to her father and brother's seats. She took out her wand and handkerchief, muttering incantations, her spellcasting appearing quite clumsy; she tried twice without success.

"Xiaoqian, go tell the teacher quickly."

Before her father could finish speaking, the handkerchief with the little swan sewn on it was soaked with water and then chilled to the bone. It was an extremely simple arcane spell, even simpler than the Crucifixion Curse, yet the girl, also a student of Grindelwald, struggled to use it. Her glasses were taken off without warning, and the folded handkerchief was placed over her injured eye socket. Celia's movements were very careful; she then checked it again, adjusting the side with the little swan to the correct position.

The father and daughter remained silent for a while, their words unspoken, before the girl finally said in a low voice:
"If you get hit in the future, you should fight back."

The old man patted her on the shoulder, telling his daughter not to feel guilty.

"It doesn't hurt."

Quinn watched this scene from afar, and a soft spot in her heart seemed to be touched. As she walked towards her again, she couldn't help but avoid looking at her.

Quinn took a deep breath and listened to the Aswell Orchestra playing on stage. Several of the academy's arcane instruments that could play automatically were also brought over. Thanks to the grand and loud symphony, not many people noticed the small disturbance at the back of the audience.

After Celia leaned over, the two walked side by side up the stairs to the front of the stage, while the unconscious Allison was carried on Quinn's other shoulder.

How did he know I worked at my family's pub?

Quinn felt he bore half the responsibility for this, and decided to say a few auspicious words for Allison:
"He's an aristocrat, yet he'd open your box just to go on a date with you. He's rotten to the core."

Celia said indignantly, "What business is it of his if I'm helping my own family?"

"Just kidding. This kid came to see me tonight to ask about you."

"What do you want to ask me?"

"They asked us if we were a couple."

"You... ah?" Celia became inexplicably nervous.

“They asked where you lived, and why we know each other so well. They came here to cause trouble.” Quinn recounted the whole story without embellishment. “I was just teasing him, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. Sorry.”

"Well, he's meddling way too much. What does it have to do with him if I work illegally? Humph, never mind, I won't tell the teacher."

"Then say he fell down himself."

"But I'll never talk to him again. Don't get me wrong, I don't have any—not a single liking for him, not before and not in the future." Celia muttered to herself, "And not for anyone else either."

"Oh, what brings your whole family to the gala all of a sudden?"

“Isn’t my brother an apprentice at the airship factory? His magic eye can find faults in arcane circuits. He often goes to the airport with his master to do repairs. This time, the factory gave him three tickets to the gala as a recognition of his work performance.”

"Did you suddenly send this out today?" Quinn asked casually.

"It seems like it was given to him a week ago. His master even got promoted because of him. My dad taught him how to fix all sorts of things since he was little."

"Maybe I can become an engineer in the future."

Quinn glanced at Celia, who was saying, "Yeah, yeah." So, she was also at the airport before the time rewind?
Wouldn't that explosion be...?
Feeling a large hand suddenly pat her head, Celia shrank back like a little girl and asked shyly, "What are you doing? You can't just touch me like that, or I won't grow tall."

“It’s already quite high.” Quinn paused. “Sorry.”

"Alright, alright, I forgive you, and I forgive him too, okay?" Celia returned the favor by standing on tiptoe and patting Quinn's forehead. "I won't blame you."

Upon arriving at the school's seating area, Quinn handed the unconscious Allison to two third-year girls who were with him, instructing them to take him to the infirmary. Then, he saw the unfortunate fellow being carried away by a magic wand like a ghost.

However, the story of "falling on the street" was clearly unbelievable. Allison had a broken nose, his face was covered in blood, and he was unconscious. If he had fallen, it would have been more like jumping off a building. A teacher who had come to watch the party noticed him and walked towards Quinn with a frown.

"Mr. Quinn."

"Good evening, Mr. Baldwin."

The visitor was a teacher from the Demon Defense Department. Because Quinn had to give a five-minute lecture in the Demon Defense Department's large class every week, Baldwin, who was a colleague with whom he occasionally interacted, asked directly, "What happened to Allison? You can't fall like this in a wrestling match."

Quinn didn't hide anything and recounted what had happened, while Celia testified for him.

"He probably got carried away in the fight. I think he was about to use arcane magic on civilians, so I had no choice but to tell him to... well, calm down," Quinn shrugged.

“Tsk, what a brat for his age.” Baldwin then turned to Celia and bowed apologetically, saying, “I apologize on behalf of Allison. The boy isn’t inherently bad. If necessary, I will order him to come and apologize to your father and brother.”

Celia quickly waved her hand, "Mr. Baldwin, he's already been punished, so it's alright."

Quinn knew that Baldwin wanted to downplay the incident. Using arcane magic against civilians was an extremely serious matter in Grindelwald. Allison, a student in Baldwin's class, probably felt like a parent cleaning up after their child who had caused trouble outside.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Baldwin gave Quinn a grateful look, and Quinn nodded to indicate that he would not tell anyone, leaving everything unsaid.

Unexpectedly, this would make the demon's defense system owe him a favor.

"Well then, I'll head back now," Celia said after greeting all the teachers who came to the party, and then prepared to return to her father's place.

"Yeah, there are a lot of people on the road, be careful."

"I have absolutely no relationship with Allison!"

"There's no need to emphasize it so many times."

"Well then, bye-bye."

"bye."

He stood there waiting until the girl's beautiful ponytail disappeared from sight, just as he always did when he escorted Mi Yutong home, but his feelings were different now.

Time flies so fast; it seems like she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Quinn turned around, wanting to find a place to sit down and wait for Amamiya Nene, but suddenly, the sound of a glass breaking on the ground came from the side.

He looked up and met the gaze of Chaldie, who had come with her brother and mother to toast the students and teachers at Grindelwald sometime earlier.

The wine glass shattered on the floor, spilling wine everywhere, which caught Elon's attention as he was toasting his teachers.

People around them also looked over.

"Dair, you..."

They saw tears welling up in the girl's eyes. Without saying a word, she turned and left, her magnificent skirt billowing in the evening breeze. Her steps quickened, as if countless sorrows weighed on her shoulders, and she fled in panic, wiping away her tears.

She already knew what Quinn wanted to say to her that night.

Because every time Quinn drove her home, she would watch him leave like this, until he disappeared into the unseen sunset, just like the ponytail girl who waved goodbye to him.

(End of this chapter)