We humans are so awesome.

"Why don't we host a variety show?" Don Juan clapped his hands and suddenly had an idea. "Let's call it 'No Way, Brothers'. I'll invite all of them and give them questions!"

How childish...

Sylvia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed out the problem: "Sir, do you think they will agree?"

"It's not up to them!"

In Don Juan's mind, the image of that "woman" had already emerged. The woman who had dined with him and almost ruined his innocence.

As long as Grena is willing to help, a mere bard is nothing to worry about!

Chapter 42: On the Origin and Basis of Human Inequality

The production and approval process of traditional variety shows is very cumbersome and complicated. Only those broadcast on Magic Network are slightly better. Even so, it cannot be successfully organized overnight.

Before the formalities were completed, Don Juan decided to follow the plan and use his outstanding performance to prove to the world that he was a knowledgeable and cultured devil.

For this purpose, he got up early, put on a simple school uniform, and took a luxurious automatic carriage to school before dawn and when the sky was foggy.

Compared to the summoned mount, the private carriage was spacious and warm. Don Juan, who was sitting on it, was drowsy and was about to take a short nap, but his body suddenly lost control and he fell forward involuntarily.

It's an emergency brake!

Without any sudden accident, the automatically moving carriage would not have braked suddenly for no reason. Don Juan pulled the horns out from the inner wall of the carriage, shook his head a few times, and then reached out of the window to find out what was going on.

Sure enough, there was an elderly man standing right in front of the road. Although he had silver hair and a white beard, he still looked rosy-cheeked and full of energy.

When he saw Don Juan, the old man was stunned. Then he took out his glasses from his jacket pocket, put them on his nose, and looked at him again.

"I never thought it was a devil..." He hesitated for a moment, sighed, turned around and prepared to leave.

Although he hadn't figured out the other party's purpose, Don Juan instinctively began to clarify for himself.

"Please don't say that, old man. Although I look like a devil, I am actually just an ordinary human being."

The old man stopped and turned around: "Ordinary human?"

"Just an ordinary human being!" Don Juan replied affirmatively.

"...Okay then." The old man thought seriously for a moment and agreed.

Under Don Juan's gaze, he leaned forward, symbolically nodded the front of the carriage with his forehead, uttered a whine, then bent his knees, carefully sat on the ground, and finally supported himself with his hands, changing his sitting position into a lying position.

The whole process was incredibly smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed many times.

"You hit me, sir, and I need five hundred dollars for medical expenses." The old man finally summed up his behavior.

It turned out to be a porcelain scam...

Don Juan pointed at the magic eye floating in the sky above and reminded the old rogue in front of him unhappily: "Did you see that? In addition, there is a recording device installed in the car, which can prove that I did not hit you."

"That's why I only want five hundred," the old man replied confidently, "Five hundred dollars shouldn't be a big deal for someone riding in a carriage like this, right? Of course, if you're not in a hurry, you can call the police station over, have them retrieve the relevant video, and then mediate."

"This is not mediation, this is arresting you!"

"It's mediation." The old man coughed and smiled wisely, "I'm not young anymore."

There has always been a custom of respecting the elderly and loving the young in the world. The elderly always have some privileges, not to mention that if he insists on lying on the ground, no one dares to touch him.

But if it is really a mediation, and it is delayed for an hour or two, Don Juan's journey as a good student will start with being late.

Don Juan had no choice but to give in and transferred five hundred dollars to the old man.

"now it's right!"

After receiving the money, the old man was very happy. He quickly got up from the ground, made way, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Don Juan.

"You are the first customer I met today. This is for you. Next time you meet me or other seniors, show your business card and you can get a 20% discount!"

"Other old people?"

Don Juan repeated his words and suddenly shuddered and felt his hair stand on end.

I'll continue to take public transportation in the future...

Don Juan's good mood was completely ruined by this disgusting thing he encountered on the first day of school, but he felt much better when he walked into the alley near the school.

He saw several burly male students surrounding two girls, and one of them was his landlord, Elodi.

..........................................

Vilit's recent performance is very different from before.

She was obviously a fat girl with poor self-control and could not control her appetite, but recently she has lost weight visibly and even her double chin has disappeared.

Not only that, her face would occasionally have a few bruises, her clothes would sometimes become dirty, she would often wipe away tears behind her back, and would talk to herself from time to time.

Elodie saw the changes in her friend and was worried. She ignored her tedious daily chores and insisted on accompanying Violet to and from school. Today, her guess was finally confirmed.

The people who stopped the two of them were probably five male students from junior high school. Although they were two or three years younger than the girls, they were all tall and strong.

"You brought helpers?" The leader glared at Vilit, but kept glancing at Elodie. "It's no use bringing people. It's time to pay the protection fee this month!"

"She won't hand it over!" Elodie protected her terrified friend behind him, not showing any weakness, "Why are you doing this? This is a crime!"

"To be precise, it's school bullying." The leader patiently corrected Ilodi's erroneous view, "We are minors under the age of sixteen, and we haven't committed any serious violent acts. This kind of minor fight will at most result in school criticism and education."

"It's no use. I, I told the teacher, but..." Vilit wiped away her tears.

"Then I will expose your actions on the Magic Web!"

Elodie took out the portable magic power storage mobile terminal that her uncle bought for her. Although she didn't go online often, she knew that most problems could be solved as long as she attracted public attention.

"That way the sheriff won't just ignore it."

"And then call us to the police station for criticism and education?" The leader looked down at the time and said impatiently, "Ladies, it's getting late. I still have to go bully a few other people. If you don't behave, I will really use violence!"

He waved his fist and made threatening noises, and Elodie stepped back, leaning against the wall and pulling out the pulse wand from his backpack.

This is a tool used by women for self-defense. It can release a high concentration of magic factors and instantly make an adult man lose his fighting ability.

But now she has to face five male students.

Facing the slowly approaching thugs, Elodie's palms were already full of sweat. At this critical moment, she suddenly noticed a figure flashing at the entrance of the alley.

"Kind sir, we need your help!" Elodie was overjoyed and hurriedly called for help.

Then she saw Don Juan.

Chapter 43 Reform your past

Having seen enough of the fun and vented their anger, Don Juan and Elodie did not have any deep hatred, so of course they would not stand idly by.

"stop!"

He walked out from the corner, like a god descending from the sky, and appeared in front of everyone, immediately causing a burst of exclamations.

"It's, it's Don Juan!"

"Why is he at school?"

"Who of you has a pen? I want to ask him for his autograph..."

The originally high-spirited momentum collapsed in an instant. Everyone was either afraid or full of admiration, but only the leader remained stern and stuck to his original intention.

He took a step forward and looked up at Don Juan without showing any weakness: "Go away, this has nothing to do with you! If you want to intervene, I will bully you too!"

The leader saw clearly that Don Juan was also wearing a school uniform. Since he was also a student, he could naturally engage in school bullying. In this area, minors were the embodiment of invincibility.

"Too naive!" Don Juan sneered disdainfully, folded his arms, and stood proudly, "You want to attack me? Have you forgotten my identity?"

He is a well-known publisher, an entrepreneur, and a devil. Any of these identities is enough to break through the absolute realm of school bullying and transform the nature into intentional injury.

Intentional injury cannot be resolved by simply giving warnings or criticizing and educating the person.

The leader's face turned pale and he also thought of this, but he did not give up.

The road of bullying is one of advancement and no retreat. If he backs down in front of Don Juan today, how can he bully others with a clear conscience in the future?

You may even become the one being bullied!

"You're right. I don't dare to do anything to you, but someone dares!"

The leader put his fingers together and blew a sharp whistle.

The sound of a whistle broke the silence of the early morning, and in response, the sound of footsteps reached everyone's ears.

The owner of the footsteps was a young boy who was wearing the same school uniform as the others. He looked unremarkable, but he held a cold dagger between his thumb and index finger.

The boy came up to the leader, talked to him in a low voice for a moment, then looked at Don Juan.

"I just turned thirteen this year."

His first words made Don Juan feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

At the age of thirteen, he was no longer the king, but he still retained some of the king's majesty and authority. As long as the king raised the sharp blade in his hand, even the devil would be vulnerable.

"He has studied anatomy thoroughly!" The leader also laughed proudly: "He is very measured in his actions. He will definitely not let you die. But I can't guarantee anything else - it's not too late for you to leave now!"

"Just go away..." Elodie also advised in a low voice. Although she disliked Don Juan, she couldn't bear to see him get hurt for her.

Don Juan, however, remained standing where he was and even chuckled.

"Thirteen years old, that's good, but do you really think that thirteen years old is enough to defeat me?"

"Of course!"

The leader answered with absolute certainty that even if one leaves the realm of school bullying and enters society, a thirteen-year-old is still enough to look down on the world and be invincible.

Then he heard a cough.

An old man slowly walked out from behind Don Juan. He looked gentle and refined, with glasses hanging on his nose.

He looked around, a gleam in his eyes: "I want to take them away."

"Why?" The thirteen-year-old boy spat on the ground and raised the weapon in his hand high. "Do you see what this is? I have a dagger!"

"I have high blood pressure, diabetes, high blood lipids, and coronary heart disease..."

The old man walked towards the young man with a staggering step, but without stopping.