I flew on a sword at the magic academy

Chapter 37 Asks if you ate feces

It was only at this moment that Alfred felt fear, because the great man he had always admired was not by his side.

"No! Sir, where are you! Please save me!"

He screamed in terror, and as soon as he turned and took a step, a bullet pierced his chest through his back.

"Bang bang bang"

Bullets came from all directions, riddling him with holes, and blood gushed out from the bullet holes.

"puff"

Someone rushed over and severed his head with a single stroke. The headless corpse fell straight down in a pool of blood.

Upon witnessing Alfred's murder, Shi Daohan watched coldly from the shadows, his heart unmoved. Such a person was not worth mourning and did not deserve any sympathy.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she set fire to more than a dozen of Cyril's family sites, and the raging fires illuminated half the sky.

After doing all this, Shi Daohan left without looking back.

Like the Norman family, the Cyril family is no saint. They support more than a dozen gangs that engage in shady dealings such as human trafficking. They brought this upon themselves.

The next day, the news reached the town of Silfe, and the Norman family was in an uproar.

"The Hillman family's estate was burned down?"

"What?! It's Alfred's?"

"You bastard! Alfred, I'll fuck your mother!"

The entire Norman family panicked at that moment, like ants on a hot plate, and summoned all the family members who were away to prepare for the Cyril family's retaliation.

On that very day, a fierce and bloody conflict broke out between two families outside the town of Silfe, resulting in many deaths and injuries on both sides.

Things have progressed to this point, there's nothing more to explain, only the gun barrels can speak for themselves.

It wasn't until dusk that both sides withdrew, but the matter was clearly not over yet, and bloody clashes were sure to break out in the next few days.

Once the alchemists and mages from both families return, the battle will inevitably escalate to another level.

That evening, the Cyril family returned and stormed into the town of Silfer, heading straight for the Norman family's businesses, including bars and nightclubs, which they burned to the ground, leaving the town in turmoil for the entire night.

The townspeople applauded. They had all suffered under the Norman family for years, but no one had dared to rebel. Now that this had happened, they were finally able to vent their anger.

"Neither of these families are any good. Let them fight it out to the death. We'll just wait and see." Inside the tavern, Shi Daohan picked up his gourd and took a small sip of wine.

The old man nodded, then thought for a moment and said, "Child, try not to do this again. After all, they are lives..."

He saw that Shi Daohan was only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet he already had such cunning. He worried that as Shi Daohan's thoughts deepened in the future, he would go astray.

"I would never intentionally harm anyone, you can rest assured about that," Shi Daohan chuckled.

She wouldn't dare call herself a great philanthropist, but she believed that her hands had never been stained with the blood of innocent people.

"The alchemist from the Norman family should be back soon." The old man looked sad as he thought of his deceased children.

Shi Daohan nodded: "It should be something that happens in the next few days. With such a big incident, these two families will definitely contact their top combat forces to send them back to help."

She divined and learned that several alchemists from the Norman family would be returning in the next few days.

"Even if none of these things had happened, several alchemists from the Norman family would have returned in the next few days."

"Why are you so sure?"

"I knew it through divination." Shi Daohan raised an eyebrow.

"Fortune telling? Divination?" The old man looked surprised, not expecting that someone as young as Shi Daohan would know such skills.

"Old man, you even know how to tell fortunes?" Shi Daohan was somewhat surprised.

The old man nodded: "I've heard people talk about it before; it's similar to astrology and tarot cards."

"They are all methods of prying into the secrets of heaven, only the methods are slightly different."

The following day, the Cyril and Norman families clashed again in a bloody conflict, which was undoubtedly fueled by Shi Daohan's behind-the-scenes machinations.

The conflict lasted from the first light of dawn until noon, when both sides had to cease fire because they had run out of ammunition.

Shi Daohan returned to the tavern without a sound. She now enjoys eating with the old man and the little girl, and she relishes the harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Alice took the initiative to wash the dishes. Shi Daohan got up and followed her, saying, "Let me do it. You're still young and don't need to do these chores."

"No need, big sister, I'll wash the dishes very clean." Alice thought Shi Daohan was worried that she wouldn't wash them clean, so she quickly said.

Just then, a sudden sound broke the warm atmosphere in the tavern.

"Wow, it's been years! This little girl has grown so much! She can even help with housework now?"

A young man of about twenty-five years old strode in, glanced disdainfully at the old man and Shi Daohan, and finally fixed his gaze on Alice.

"Uncle, who are you? Do you know me?"

Despite sensing that the visitor was up to no good, the little girl Alice still very politely called him "Uncle."

"Hehe, I know you, of course I know you. I've known you since your father and aunt were still alive."

The young man's skin was very pale, not the smooth, translucent kind of white, but the kind of white that comes from living in a cold climate and not being exposed to the sun's ultraviolet rays. His features gave off a sinister feeling, making a very uncomfortable first impression.

When Alice heard the other person mention her deceased father and aunt, her big eyes immediately reddened.

Over the years, she has often woken up in the middle of the night, crying silently.

She silently turned her back, large tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground. She tried to act as if nothing was wrong, slowly washing the porcelain bowls and plates in the basin.

Seeing Alice's expression, Shi Daohan's eyes immediately turned cold, but he did not make any rash moves. He simply sat in the corner and watched quietly.

"Young Master Norman, what brings you here?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

The young man pulled up a chair and sat down, brazenly putting his legs up on the table.

"Actually, it's nothing major. It's just that I'm a sentimental person. I've finally come back to Silfe Town, so naturally I had to come and see you two bastards."

"Speaking so rudely, did you eat shit for lunch?" Shi Daohan's cold voice came from the corner.

"What did you say?!" The young man turned around abruptly, glaring at Shi Daohan.

"Did you eat shit for lunch?"

"You're asking for it!"

The young man suddenly stood up, his sinister eyes filled with murderous intent.

Shi Daohan remained calm and composed, taking a small sip from his wine gourd. A playful smile curved his lips as he glanced at him sideways and said, "What? Afraid your secret of eating excrement will be exposed, so you're trying to kill me to cover it up?"

She could sense a new kind of poisonous gas in the air of the tavern. It was colorless and odorless, undetectable to ordinary people, but it could not escape her keen eyes.

"Little Doyle, when your great-aunt was playing with poison, you were still playing in the mud in the fields."

Shi Daohan chuckled and simply exhaled a breath of alcohol, which dissipated the toxic gas permeating the air.

Seeing that his poison gas had been so easily neutralized by the other party, the young man's expression changed slightly. He realized that the person in front of him might be a cultivator, a "different kind of person" like himself.

"Eastern cultivators, this is not your Eastern China. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or one day you won't even know how you died," the young man said coldly.

Shi Daohan shrugged dismissively: "I wasn't meddling in other people's business, I just simply don't like you."

Upon hearing this, the young man's face grew even colder. He couldn't see through the strength of the person in front of him, but the other party had easily broken through his poisonous miasma and was so fearless, so his strength must be extraordinary.

He is a cautious person and will not easily take action against others unless he is absolutely certain of success.

He merely glared coldly at Shi Daohan, then ignored him and continued his attack on the old man: "Robert, do you hold a grudge against me?"

"I wouldn't dare." The old man's weathered, wrinkled face revealed no emotion.

"If you hold a grudge against me, just say it out loud. There's no need to hold it in. You're already over seventy years old. How many more years do you have left to live? If you don't speak up now, you might not have another chance." The young man looked down at him condescendingly.

"Don't worry, he'll definitely outlive you," Shi Daohan's voice drifted over once more.

The young man clenched his fists, but ultimately held back and did not lash out.

"Third Young Master, I only have one question for you: was the death of my children the work of your Norman family?" The old man's body trembled violently, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned blue.

On the other side, Alice, her small, thin body turned away from the group, sobbing softly.

"Robert, it seems you've been harboring a deep-seated rage all these years. Even if I tell you I orchestrated the deaths of your children, what can you do? Do you intend to fight me to the death?" The young man revealed a contemptuous sneer.

"Tell me how my children died!"

The old man was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving.

"Ha, didn't you already guess the truth? Just like I said, even if you know the truth, what can you do? You old bones of yours, you think you can fight me to the death?"

The young man didn't admit it directly, but since he'd already said so much, the truth was pretty clear.

He ignored the old man and walked straight toward Alice.

"What are you doing?!" The old man quickly blocked his way, shielding Alice behind him, his expression tense.

"Old man, what are you so nervous about? Would I lay a hand on a child like her?" The young man pushed the old man aside, walked straight up to Alice, stared at her from head to toe, and kept nodding, as if he were examining a work of art.

Alice bit her lip tightly, still sobbing, but she forced herself not to shed a single tear, not wanting to cry in front of this stranger.

"Alright, Robert, this girl will be with me from now on. You can spend your remaining years in this little tavern," the young man said.

"What do you mean?!" The old man almost couldn't catch his breath, shielding Alice behind him and staring intently at the third young master of the Norman family.

He could tolerate anything else, but if someone wanted to harm his granddaughter, he would risk his life to drag them down with him!

"I've decided to bring her along so she can help me with some things. It's better than living a hand-to-mouth existence with you, right?"

"No, unless you kill me right now!"

The old man was overcome with anger and anxiety, his body swayed, and he almost fainted because he couldn't catch his breath.

Shi Daohan flashed to the old man's side, helped him up, and secretly transferred some spiritual energy into the old man's body to stabilize his mind.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Alice tugged at the old man's clothes, tilting her little face up, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

"Robert, is it really necessary for you to get so angry? You need to understand that it's her blessing to be by my side." The young man still maintained a condescending attitude, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

The old man, panting heavily, pleaded, "Young Master, I beg you, please let us go."

The young man's face immediately darkened: "Old man, have I been too nice to you? Don't be ungrateful!"

"I won't go with you! I want to stay with Grandpa forever! Get out of my house!" Alice cried out loudly.

The young man ignored the little girl's cries and stared at the old man in an unyielding tone, saying, "I have to take her away in three days. If you dare to stop me, you can go and join your children in the afterlife."

After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.

After watching the young man disappear completely, Shi Daohan took off the jade pendant from her belt and let the old man hold it in his hand.

The old man was over seventy years old, which is considered an advanced age in the world. In a state of grief and anger, he could easily suffocate and die because he couldn't catch his breath.

If Shi Daohan hadn't intervened in time, stabilizing the old man's mind and relieving the air stuck in his throat, he would probably have choked to death by now.

"Keep an eye on your grandfather here. I'm going out for a bit." Shi Daohan gently comforted Alice, then stood up and transformed into a purple rainbow, disappearing from the tavern in an instant.

She moved quickly, setting up an ambush on the route between the tavern and the Norman family mansion.

As the young man passed by, the sword suddenly attacked, a streak of purple light shooting out from the end of the street, about to cleave him in two.

(End of this chapter)