The banquet hall gradually became commotion due to Cyril's words. The guilt that had just risen in their hearts seemed to be blown away by the wind, and a proud and proud smile appeared on their faces again.
Yes, why should they give money to those humble and nasty guys? Those are just worms in the city of chaos.
Although Luna used a sad and touching story to package those guys, but in essence, what does the life and death of those street children who curse them behind their backs all day long, and even have their ideas in mind, have to do with them?
Cyril listened to those words of approval and eyes, and the smile on his face became more and more proud.
Classes are insurmountable. In the city of chaos, these businessmen in the banquet hall are the highest class.
They stand here, and their children receive the best education in Chaos Academy.
After they graduate, some will become glorious knights and magicians, and more will inherit family property and continue to maintain their noble status and superior class.
Cyril is a representative of this class. From the moment he became sensible, he knew that his life was destined to be completely different from ordinary people. That was an insurmountable limit.
And why do those humble and inferior street children study in the same school as the sons of nobles, and why do they get the opportunity to escape from that class?
If they all become knights and magicians, who will continue to work for them, and how will they highlight their status as nobles sitting in luxurious carriages.
Although those ragged guys squatting in the streets and alleys look unpleasant, but those pairs of envious and jealous eyes are the easiest way for them to gain pleasure.
Cyril knew what the businessmen present thought, because he thought so too.
Therefore, he knew that he said the right words on the right occasion, successfully focused the audience's attention on himself, and gained a victory over Gloria.
This is the voice of these businessmen.
"If businessmen only think about how to make money and don't think about giving back to the city of chaos, what's the use of raising them." Michael stood up at some point, holding on to the railing of the VIP seat with an expressionless face.
Jeffrey's lips moved, but he still didn't speak. His eyes looking at Cyril were already cold.
"With this guy's brains, how did he become the heir of the Morton family? In comparison, Miss Gloria seems to be smarter and may become a good opponent in the future." Hill Glancing at Cyril, he shook his head with a mocking smile. His eyes fell on Gloria, who was wearing a blue dress. Her eyes became sharper, like a cheetah that had discovered its prey.
Luna looked at Cyril, looking at the faces with mocking smiles, and a chill suddenly rose in her heart.
She had imagined many endings, but when these seemingly polite businessmen took off their disguises, it still made her shudder, and she didn't even know how to deal with it.
"Bad guy! You're talking nonsense! They're not scum! They're all my friends! They're all smart!"
Amy stood in front of Luna with her hands open, looking at Cyril with a serious and solemn expression. There were already two small groups of flames and ice flames jumping slowly in the palms of her hands.
"Huh, little friend?" Cyril looked at Amy. This brat was as disgusting as his father, and said with a sneer: "So, you have also been wandering on the streets? Have you also accepted charity from others? So, you Are you the one who opens his mouth like an uncultured bad guy and shows off with fireballs? Is your father just a reckless chef who only knows how to cook?"
Some guests laughed. Although Mag had previously shown great potential and possible background, there was still a big gap between him and Cyril. It was not difficult to choose between the two. question.
"Are you laughing at my father?" Amy raised her head and asked with a serious expression.
"A joke? Maybe so." Cyril shrugged, the smile on his face becoming more exaggerated.
"Then... you can go die." Amy raised her hand, and the red flames and blue ice flames in her palms instantly surged. The fiery temperature and extreme cold came at the same time, and the surrounding guests subconsciously retreated.
"Protect Master Cyril!" The guard responsible for guarding the dinner was startled and rushed in this direction.
Cyril was also startled and subconsciously took two steps back. Looking at the jumping flames and ice flames, he regained his composure and sneered: "I'm standing here, you hit me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a lotus flower formed by the fusion of ice flame and flame flew towards him and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Cyril's pupils dilated. It was a brilliant lotus, as if carved by a craftsman, but the terrifying energy contained in it made him feel desperate.
The guards of the banquet were not far away, but it was impossible for these knights to stand in front of him before the lotus fell on him.
Camilla, who had the strength to save him, was standing aside with a smile holding the black cat. Lord Michael held the railing with both hands and had no intention of taking action.
There were expressions of shock and panic on the faces of the guests, and a large space vacated directly behind Cyril. No one could believe that such a scene would appear at the Aden Chamber of Commerce's mid-year party.
How would the day end if Cyril died?
This thought flashed through countless people's minds at the same time, an unimaginable result.
At this moment, a foot wearing a shiny black leather shoe touched Cyril's buttocks. Cyril, who was stunned in place, flew out like a cannonball and rubbed his face on the smooth and flat floor. A few meters away, the face stopped.
The speed of the Ice and Fire Lotus suddenly dropped by a few points, and then exploded behind Cyril.
The luxurious red and green robes turned into debris all over the sky, revealing a gray-black butt and a somewhat shameful wailing.
"Master Cyril, some requests cannot be made casually to children. My Amy is so well-behaved. If you ask her to beat you, she will definitely not refuse. You will teach the children bad things." Mag took back his insistence. He kicked his foot to the side and stretched out his hand to block the eye-catching scene for Amy. Looking at Cyril who tightly wrapped the tablecloth that the guard put on him with a sad and angry look, he shook his head and said: "Besides, a person's education is not It depends on your class and whether you have money or not. It’s like you talk trash and judge a group of people with rubbish, but you get offended because of a child’s bad words. Your education is really amazing.”
"I will donate one-tenth of the income from the ice cream shop to Teacher Luna's foundation. What she does is true education." Mag's eyes swept over the people in the audience and said calmly.
"I will also donate one-tenth of the income from Dailan Clothing Store to Teacher Luna's foundation as a special fund for children's clothes." At this moment, Gloria took a step forward and looked at Mag said loudly.
