Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 221 Privileges of the Strong

Summer vacation is getting closer every day.

There is about a month-long vacation, while the winter vacation is three months.

In the peaceful days, the shadow of war receded, prices in the capital gradually recovered, and people immersed themselves in their own lives.

The night breeze was gentle, blowing in gusts.

At the stall outside the Little Fish Canteen, Gus was drinking alone, feeling melancholy.

Tayya has recently become obsessed with attending banquets, and her popularity has led her to show signs of becoming somewhat lost. She is surrounded by outstanding young people, including many heirs of high-ranking noble families. Several princes have even shown interest in her.

Guss did not believe he had any advantage.

Ultimately, his current position is insignificant even to a king. He's merely a young, elite warrior, one of the countless cannon fodder lost in the demon invasion war.

Wanting to pursue a noble lady is probably just wishful thinking.

The more you enter society and come into contact with real reality, the more you feel the insurmountable gap between the two.

Gus raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

After passing the elite-level assessment, he achieved his wish of becoming an honorary nobleman and being able to have his own surname.

The Earth Twin Blades were his carefully considered answer, after consulting with his parents and family. They argued about it for a long time. In the end, Guts made the decision himself.

According to the rules of the Noble Council, new surnames must have at least four characters, as fewer characters would result in a higher probability of duplication.

In fact, four-character surnames still have a high rate of repetition, so a symbol is added after them to distinguish them.

"Gus!" Ye Zi brought a plate of braised vegetables. She had some things to do now and came over to sit for a while.

"I see your business is doing well every day, but have you actually made any money?" Gus shook the beer in the glass bottle.

"As long as there are people to eat, there's no worry about not making money."

To be honest, Yezi doesn't earn much. Relying on low prices and high volume, her earnings are mostly hard-earned money. She could easily make more profit, but she never considers raising prices. She wins over a loyal following and fans with her affordable prices. Plus, she occasionally helps those who can't afford food. Last month, excluding miscellaneous items like selling newspapers and magazines, she actually lost a little money.

"Okay! Whatever makes you happy."

Gus didn't intend to interfere too much in his sister's life. He searched his purse, took out a silver coin, and placed it on the table: "Get me some wine, and put it on the tab!"

Ye Zi didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the silver coins on the table, and got up to walk into the shop. It was a small business to begin with, and the meat and wine couldn't be served for free like the roasted sweet potatoes.

Behind the booming business of Little Fish Canteen, it's inevitable that it attracts jealousy from competitors and the covetousness of petty thugs. From the staff to the owner, they are all a group of naive young girls, making them perfect targets.

However, this is the East District. The girls' parents and families live here; they are the locals. Outsiders don't have the upper hand. Besides, Gus is secretly protecting them.

Their elite-level strength is more than enough to protect the shop. If they encounter a troublesome opponent, they can invoke their status as followers of the Blue Rose family. In the current capital, the Blue Rose family is a taboo subject; no one dares to provoke them.

Little Fish Canteen has always been peaceful and quiet.

Ye Zi's status rose rapidly due to her position as the boss. She now managed about a dozen people and was becoming a minor leader in the neighborhood.

From an insignificant chess piece, it gradually came into the view of some people.

The Republican Group, a clandestine organization active at the grassroots level, has grown rapidly in the nearly one hundred years since its founding. Today, it has spread to every country in the world. Its mission is to overthrow the feudal system ruled by noble lords and establish a free nation where everyone is equal.

Consequently, they naturally faced suppression and targeting from the ruling class, and were regarded as dangerous rebels. Once their identities were exposed, they were mostly executed without mercy, and those around them might also be implicated.

"A god-like being is the only force truly capable of overturning the established order and structure."

"The mole we planted is already close to his side."

"Excellent! We must find a way to persuade the divine being to stand on our side."

……

The Black Forest, the laboratory.

More than half a month later, Tai'an returned to the site, intending to completely resolve the remaining issues.

Now that we have learned how to weave life, there is no need to leave behind any experimental materials.

Destruction or liberation, it's all a matter of a single thought.

"Master!" The rat-man brothers knelt down one after another before Tai'an, their expressions filled with relief.

They hadn't shown their faces for nearly three months, and they thought they had been abandoned.

Although Tai'an has put enough food in its warehouses, there will always come a day when it runs out.

Is the person still alive?

"Live!"

When Tai'an arrived at the cell where he was being held, a pungent, sour stench hit him. Fortunately, he was prepared and used his mental energy to block it out, so his expression remained unchanged.

It was clear that none of them were in good condition, and they were only managing to stay afloat by relying on their elite-level physiques.

The mage's hand grabbed a person's head.

"You have already received the punishment you deserved, so I can let you go."

Upon hearing this, the man was incredulous; his lips trembled, but his parched throat could not utter a sound.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Tai An released his hydrotherapy technique.

"Don't joke around, I can give you money." The man forced a weak smile.

"Will you take revenge?" Tai An asked, veins bulging around his eyes, the trajectory of fate beginning to emerge.

"No..." the man answered without hesitation, but it was a lie.

Tai'an showed no mercy, unleashing a burst of black, destructive lightning from around him.

The man's half-body was blown to pieces.

The Dark Judgment sword, which he carries with him as a personal sword, allows him to draw upon its power at any time.

The second person received the same result.

These nobles, imprisoned together, must have frequently interacted, and most likely fantasized about getting out and taking revenge.

Tai'an was too lazy to ask any further questions; let them all be destroyed.

The rat-man brothers watched in horror as the prisoners were executed, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, too afraid to move.

"Get up, I won't kill you." Tai'an said calmly, as if he had just crushed a few insects.

"Yes." The rat-man brothers stood up at the same time, bowing their heads deeply.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

Regarding the fate of the rat-man brothers, Tai'an made a decision: "I will leave you some food, and I will never come here again..."

Anyway, he wasn't anyone important, so letting him fend for himself was the simplest solution in his eyes.

The rat-man brothers stared at each other in silence, without uttering a sound.

Suddenly gaining the freedom one craves most in life, yet without the joy one imagined, only confusion about the future.

Tai'an left some grain in the warehouse and then set off. In a flash, he disappeared into the quiet night.

Before the gates of the Wizarding Academy, he landed slowly in flight, looking up at the three-eyed raven on the demon statue.

"Open the door quickly and let me in."

"You're a special case in our division, kid..." Gargamel the Three-Eyed Raven cawed strangely.

The main gate opened to both sides.

The strong have the privilege of being above the rules!

(End of this chapter)