4 Xavier Gibbs

While strolling around the mansion and ignoring the dubious and curious glances of the occupants, Alfred eventually realized the reason for such gazes. From his memory, the previous landlord loved wearing one-colour suits of either white or red. But he doesn't care one bit. Why should he walk around looking like a white saint or a red devil? Dressing as he is currently is embarrassing enough. Why should he bother with these people?

...

After his tour around the mansion, Alfred decided to take stock of his findings. The dimensions of the mansion are ridiculously huge. Judging by its volume, it should take up at least 4800 square meters.

Apart from the main mansion, there are also 3 side villas taking up to 800 square meters each.

The mansion is built in a crescent moon style with a lake behind it while each villa sits on the bank of the lake.

From his memories, Alfred knows that the lake was called Lake Myr. It is quite the attraction for the occupants of the Gibbs estate as one can see quite a few yachts and speedboats floating on it from time to time.

Lake Myr can be considered microscopic since it's only 9.7 square kilometres. By general standards on planet Rivellus, such a small lake is indeed way too small and can only be considered as personal property.

Compared to Alfred's previous world Earth, Rivellus is 18 times bigger. So seeing a scant few billion people living lavish lives is to be expected.

The one thing that Alfred couldn't accept is the lack of celestial bodies. There is no Sun, no Moon and no Stars. This is literally a world without stars. As someone who had lived on the streets for over a decade and had no social life, looking up at the stars while listening to music or web novels was one of his favourite pastimes.

Looking up at the skies, it would seem no different from an average midday afternoon on Earth. Clear blue skies, floating clouds and the like. Just that the lack of a blazing sun does indeed look strange in his eyes. Almost as if something is blotting out the skies. It's a wonder that there is no recollection of stars in "Little Alfey's" memory.

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Being deep in his thoughts and reminiscing his feelings, Alfred was naturally ignoring his surroundings. Not hearing the voices around him.

"Little shit I am talking to you!"

"..."

Alfred was speechless. Wasn't he just here minding his own business? Who would bother him as such on his own property?

Turning around with a frown, Alfred saw the culprit. A 125 cm tall and slightly muscular kid with another set of dark brown curly hair and rat-looking shifty eyes. Curved nose and paper-thin lips, one must wonder how serious his past life crimes must have been for a child to look so sinister.

Looking at the bigger kid, Alfred face-palmed. Isn't this his bully of a brother Xavier Gibbs and his posse?

...

"Come here Little Alfey" Xavier smiled at his younger brother while waving him over.

Alfred frowned for a while then relaxed his face into a toothy smile.

'Watch how I fuck you up today. I'll be damned if I continue to take your shit.'

Walking over step by step he readied himself. How long has it been? Was it 8 years? The last time someone messed with him was so long ago that he almost forgot. Even after he went blind, people would still rather pretend him to be air rather than to mess with him. Now it hasn't even been half a day and someone is already on his back.

'The good ol' days.'

"What do you want Xavier?" He asked with a smile.

Xavier was shocked. His 2 friends Mark and Aubrey were also stunned, wondering if they were drunk after sneaking out that small bottle of red wine.

That's right. These 3 bastards had indeed been drinking. But with no one to monitor them while the maids and guards acted like they didn't see anything. Who would want to offend the notorious 3 "Junior Marshalls" for nothing? How high were these three's status? Even the second young master Little Alfey couldn't compare.

Mark Deen a blonde greasy slick back haired handsome 118 cm tall kid, son of the Falcon Marshall Devon Deen and Aubrey Davis the other shorter brat with long greasy black hair, round-rimmed glasses and two oversized buck teeth son of West Sentinel Marshall Henry Davis are a frequent sight on Blood Marshall John D. Gibbs' private property "Cote de Myr".

Although these 3 kids are quite notorious, fortunately, they aren't beyond saving. They just lack proper management and guidance. Luckily for them that Alfred has the time to teach them a thing or two about manners...

Ignoring the other two, Alfred looked squarely into Xavier's eyes. Seeing Alfred looking him in the eyes for the first time and after hearing his earlier question, Xavier felt uncomfortable for some reason.

'Why do I feel cold? And since when did this brat become so fierce? Where is his courage coming from?'

Looking around secretly and not seeing any signs of their parents around; Xavier got serious.

'Mom and dad aren't here, so this kid might have also snick some alcohol too.'

Taking a step forward, Xavier sniffed lightly. But all he smelled was shampoo and body wash.

'What's going on? Did he grow balls instead? This little coward? What a joke.'