Cesare walked into the school and bumped into a young man wearing aristocratic clothes, but it could be seen from his clothes that his family was just a low-class little noble, at most a baron.
"Sandino, what are you doing and not looking at the road?"
"Forget it, the vice-dean asked us to write a hymn for the school in the theology class. I don't even know how to write it."
"Isn't this easy?" Cesare said with a smile, "College of San Carlo, the No. 1 aristocratic education hall in the country, oh, of course the last one, the world-famous Kant Library is located on the campus and shines for her. The brilliance of knowledge! Although we "poor people" cannot enter.
Although it is not as recognized by the world as the other two aristocratic colleges, its novel educational concepts and courses in alchemy, astronomy, mechanical engineering, etc. are incomparably symbolic of the future of the new era, and its quality is two to three times higher than that of similar colleges. The double tuition fee is shocking to the whole world!
As long as the family's wealth allows, the Academy of Saint Carlius is willing to generously share its knowledge with the poor children of non-aristocratic families, so that those immature faces can learn the pride and prejudice of the aristocratic world.
Praise to St. Carl Flow! How can private literacy schools compare with yours? I hope your students will inherit their family business after graduation, instead of becoming down-and-out aristocrats who bully the market. I hope the scientists you train can stay at home peacefully, instead of defending heliocentric theory on the execution ground.
Praise to you, the Academy of San Carlo! I hope you can make up for the cost of building the school from the increasing tuition fees as soon as possible! Sandino rolled his eyes at Cesare, "If I just hand it over like this, will my dad beat him to death when I get home?" "The two said as they walked towards the auditorium.
When the bell rang for get out of class, the bustling students poured out of the auditorium. San Carlo was founded relatively late, unlike some old-fashioned church colleges, where boys and girls can walk side by side, talk and laugh.
There is no need to copy scriptures or participate in choirs during rest time. There is no strict collective life and students can arrange their own lives. Cesare walked out of the mechanical engineering class. Compared with the students who walked in pairs, Cesare, who was alone and somewhat dull, looked out of place. He was still holding a pile of unrepaired mechanical objects in his arms.
"Is it really due to the aging of the bearings..." He looked down at the parts in his arms as he walked, thinking back to the teacher's words in class and murmuring to himself. Suddenly, a pair of polished leather shoes appeared at the front of his field of vision, interrupting him. his train of thought.
Cesare looked up his trousers and saw that the college uniform made his strong body tight. He was a higher-level student, at least two years older than Cesare, standing there. In front of Cesare, it was like a wall blocking the sun, leaving Cesare completely in his shadow.
Cesare took one look at the fierce face and sighed, then turned sideways and saw several students behind the man who had also come with bad intentions. "It's okay if you want to fight, but I have to put my things back in the dormitory. If there's anything else, can we talk about it later?" Cesare said helplessly.
"Listen to me, you Hunyadi pretty boy." Boris's tone was full of threats, while a group of students surrounding him showed a arrogant smile. "Someone wants me to warn you that Veratia's first dance is his, and if Veratia invites you to the ball, you'd better learn to say no.
Oh, yes, it’s best that you don’t show up at the dance. No one wants to see your unhappy face when you are happy. If I see you, I will tear off your legs. Do you understand? ? "
Cesare did not look at him. While sorting out the parts in his hands, he asked casually: "Who is he you are talking about? Is it the arrogant Hilton, or the dwarf pig Gallon?" "He is the son of a duke! You Dare you call him a dwarf pig!? Boris glared angrily and yelled, while Cesare smiled contemptuously.
"Ah, that's the gallon. You go back and tell him that I'm not interested in the dance, and I don't want to accept any invitations. But it's not because of your boring threats, but because watching you dance is like wallowing in the mire. Pigs, funny and disgusting.”
After hearing this, Boris felt that he had been ridiculed. In terms of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, he should be considered unique in this school. No student dared to talk to him like this. Boris's face turned red, and he clenched his fists and pinched his joints. The sound he made made several followers around him take a breath. Everyone present knew that this battle was probably inevitable.
"You think you are very smart, right? Cesare. I have heard that Hunyadi's weird family abandoned you and your sister a long time ago. You haven't received any tuition fees from your family for a long time, right? Right? Life is very difficult! As long as you beg me for mercy and be my servant from now on, I promise not to make things difficult for you anymore, how about that?"
Boris seemed to have thought of something, "Your sister is so beautiful, so you have other ways to get tuition, right?"
After hearing this, Cesare's disdainful smile gradually disappeared. Boris knew that he had touched Cesare's weakness. "Your sister is so beautiful. After Mr. Gallen inherits the title, it would be okay to take your sister as his lover..." Before he finished speaking, Boris felt the pain on his face. His facial features seemed to be out of position, Boris took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
"You, you!" Boris was beaten so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. He looked at a circle of dazed followers around him and shouted loudly: "Beat him to death! Beat him to death!
However, facing the big man's order, several students looked at each other, and no one approached Cesare first. "Here, let's... let's..." "What are you afraid of!? Isn't he just an illegitimate son of an earl!? If anything happens, I'll be the one to take care of it! At worst, there will be Lord Gallen too!"
"Sir...this..." Seeing a circle of people still hesitant, Boris was so angry that he was incoherent. He no longer even cared that his nose was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and faced Cesare, wishing he could eat the boy in front of him alive.
The weight of Boris's body began to lean forward, like a standing black bear with open arms and striding towards Cesare, taking advantage of his size to the extreme. No fighting skills would record such a rogue fighting method.
The pressure coming towards his face made Cesare hold his breath. He realized that his fists could not hurt this guy at all, so he wanted to dodge sideways. The two of them were fighting inextricably. Others wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but after being glared at by Boris, no one dared to take another step forward.
"I gave you a chance, Cesare, don't think that I dare not do anything to you! I can make you, a wild bastard, disappear silently from Carlo River, just like a rat in the ditch. No one will miss you." Yours. You, an illegitimate son from a low-class family, must have never seen the power of magic, right? Today I want you to see Mr. Gallen’s family heirloom cane.”
When the people around him saw Boris taking out the gallon cane, they were all shocked. The school clearly stated that using magic to fight was not allowed, so he would definitely be expelled. "Boy, you have to remember that for a low-class family like yours, it is the greatest honor for you to be in the same school as us. Today must be a long memory for you."
At this point, Cesare can only give it a try. He remembered the magic test he had done on the family ring. If magic could be injected into the object, then the human body should be fine, but he had never tried it before and lacked the assistance of a cane. Cesare himself had no idea what would happen. I don't know, maybe it will accelerate my suffocation.
But at this point, this bastard has threatened his sister Crocia. Cesare doesn't care too much. He uses his remaining will to feel the flow of magic, and uses his body as a conductor to move the surface of the earth. The magic power is drawn upward into the ten fingers.
Cesare tried hard to recall the feeling of pouring magic power into the ring. Faintly, he felt some familiar power gradually emerging, and the lines in his vision began to gradually distort.
Cesare vaguely saw something stirring beneath the surface, as if it was about to break out of the ground in the next second, but he didn't know whether it was a good phenomenon or a bad warning. It was like an hallucination and had an unsettling feeling. An uneasy sense of reality.
At this moment, Boris was completely unaware of the abnormality, with a victor's grin on his face. At this moment, a young and cute but angry girl's voice suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of everyone present.
"What are you doing!?" Looking at the source of the voice, I saw a cute girl who was only ten years old standing there, with long light golden hair, blue eyes, soft and white skin, and facial features. As delicate and lovely as a doll, she looks like the dream lover depicted by the greatest painter.
Even a blind man would be fascinated by the faint sweet fragrance exuding from her body. Even if anger and dissatisfaction are written on that fair and transparent face, it still retains the noble and elegant temperament unique to the nobility. It is as beautiful as a work of art, so that ordinary people dare not get close and touch it.
"Krocia..." When Cesare saw his sister appearing, he also withdrew the magic power injected into him, and the hallucinations or visions caused by the magic power disappeared. The others gradually dispersed after seeing Crocia coming over. As a noble, it is indeed not a glorious thing to bully a small number. Moreover, the most basic courtesy for ladies must be observed.
Krosia first pulled up her skirt and performed a standard court ceremony. Although she was wearing a school uniform, everyone felt that Krosia was wearing an expensive dress. "Everyone, I think we can call it a day today?" Facing a group of boys who were four or five years older than her, Crocia did not have any fear. She looked directly into the eyes of the big man Boris and spoke firmly. .
When things got to this point, someone among Boris's followers finally plucked up the courage to stand up and stop him. "Boris... forget it, it will be quite troublesome if a teacher comes over later." Boris had a gloomy face, as if he was thinking about something.
"You! Huh... you heard what Crocia said! Hurry up! When I came, I saw, uh, I saw the teacher director coming over here. You, if you want to make things worse, just Try it!" Sandino raised a wooden stick he got from somewhere and ran over from a distance, but his weak arms really didn't act as a threat.
After repeated consideration, Boris spat on the ground, turned around and left with his followers. Sandino also breathed a sigh of relief. "I said, is Boris serious today? He almost scared me to death just now. If you really use magic to fight in school, this matter will become a big deal. I don't want to I’ll go to the principal’s office to write the examination with you.”
At the window of the academic office on the second floor of the main building of the school, the academic director Li An was leaning against the window, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand and watching everything happening upstairs. "Things are getting more and more interesting."
