After the first day of the tournament was over, Aldred told his students about some tricks and refined their technique for a few minutes before he told them to go home and rest.
The rest of the audience was going home either. Most of them smiled and congratulated him.
Aldred saw the host walk by and he decided to ask something.
"How can I help you?" the host asked.
"I am a new teacher here so I would like to ask you a question."
"Haha, that is fine. Ask away."
"Why did people discriminate the Class F so much? The students here have rich parents, don't they?"
The host laughed. "I think you should ask the headmaster directly about that." He tapped Aldred on the shoulder a few times and walked away.
"Why so mysterious?"
"What happened, Aldred?" Kiara asked.
"Nothing. I am just wondering why Class F is so discriminated against. Anyway, I want to know how much profit I got from the food stalls and the betting avenue. Where is Bartrem?"
"He's over there."