19.Frizz

Surrounded and shaded by several large trees, a group of burly men in servant's clothing were laughing loudly under a large tree, seemingly doing something extremely amusing.

'Hold it down, since you dare to spoil my mood! Disgusting civilians deserve to die! Hang them up for me and beat them hard!'

Among the group of burly men, a curly-haired teenager dressed more expensively than the others commanded the group of vicious-looking escorts.

A dry and skinny old man and a girl with messy hair were knocked down on the lawn by the group.

The skinny old man in tattered clothes was struggling for his life and slurring his words; he was obviously not a good speaker, spitting out words that were often mispronounced, but could be heard as curses.

The girl, on the other hand, had been in tears, most of her face covered by her hair, with only whimpering sobs clearly audible.

Seeing those heckling noble goons go to tie up the girl, the old man resisted even more madly, and when a few of the strong men who were suppressing him made a mistake, one of them was hit headfirst in the stomach and let out a cry of pain.

'You damned bastard!' The strong man who was hit gritted his teeth and punched and kicked the crazy old man.

Right at this moment ...

'What are doing!'

A loud roar suddenly rang out, startling everyone present and stopping their movements in unison.

The guys with the rope tying up the girl just froze, raising their eyes to look around for the source of the sound.

The curly-haired teenager at the head of the group turned his head to curse angrily as his face sank after being startled:

'Who! Come out here for me! Bastard!'

'Try cursing one more time!' Geren's voice rang out from above, causing several headless flies to look up at the same time.

Seeing that it was a man older and bigger than himself in age and size standing on the trunk of a large tree, the curly-haired teenager, instead of restraining himself, cursed even more fiercely.

'You lowly bastard! Get the hell away from me right now! Okay? This is none of your business! Filthy thing that only begs outside!'

In the face of these unpleasant words, Glenn didn't show an angry expression, but instead laughed coldly, 'If you say that, I'll have to come down and have a theory with you.'

Saying that, jumping down from the tree trunk with a single leap, Gren looked down at the curly-haired teenager.

The other glared at Glenn, still provocative:

'You want to fight me? Punk! Do you know who my father is? Scum ...'

Before the words were finished, they were interrupted by a clear and loud slap.

A few burly men from the group behind them were also watching with smug faces, but their faces froze after seeing the curly-haired teenager being slapped by the plainly dressed civilian, who spun around for a week and half fell to the side.

The air stood still for a moment, everyone failing to recover from the outrageous scene they had just witnessed, including the old man and the girl who were still on the ground.

This guy who appeared to be a commoner actually dared to strike Young Master Ravel who was a noble? These followers thought so unanimously in their hearts.

This weird atmosphere didn't change until the curly-haired teenager on the ground trembled and crawled up.

Ravel's trembling hand wiped the corner of his mouth, brightly coloured blood came into his eyes, his eyes were filled with disbelief, his lips trembled and tears came out of his eyes.

'Shoot him for me!' Ravel's heart-rending cries roused the still-frozen followers.

It was only then that they snapped to realisation.

The young master had been beaten?

Then they would definitely be chastised when they went back, the main family was very fond of this young master, and the consequences of being beaten like this would be very serious!

Not caring about anything else, now they could only take this bold commoner who dared to offend the nobles back to take the blame, so that perhaps the punishment would be lighter.

Seeing these big burly men rushing towards him screaming like crazy, Geren only felt his hands itching to teach this kind of guy a lesson, he was happy to do it.

With the rising and falling screams ringing out, a few of the aggressive followers fell to the ground after a few minutes, covering their injured parts and howling miserably.

'You ... you! You're finished! I'm going to tell my dad! I'm going to tell my mum!' Ravel cried as he finished, then dropped his follower on the ground and slipped away very smartly.

'Remember! My name is Glenn Nibankru! Home is in the town of Bayeux!' Glenn reminded loudly before the other man got too far away.

The running Ravel turned back, his ugly face swollen and blistered with tears showing a vicious expression, and gave Glenn a deep look to keep it in his mind.

Glancing down at the old man and girl on the ground, Glenn was about to jump the fence.

At this time, the old man with scaly wounds, however, struggled to get up and went to pick up the girl, calling out to Glenn, 'Wait ... wait a minute!'

Glenn turned back and looked at the other side suspiciously.

'You have ... offended the nobles, they will report ... retaliation against you, get out of here, leave this town, escape as far ... away as possible! ' The dry and thin man slurred his words and persuaded.

Glenn smiled and re-surveyed the person in front of him, did not answer the other party, but pointed at the girl and asked, 'This is your daughter?'

The old man froze for a moment before nodding dumbly, 'Yes, this is my daughter, Martha.'

'You are a good father.' Glenn praised appreciatively.

However, this old man once again said anxiously, 'Kind sir, now ... is not the time to talk about this! You quickly escape!'

Gren waved his hand, 'It's fine, it's just a noble, I can handle it, you don't have to worry about me.'

'Huh? Really?' The older man's words stuck.

'Of course.' Gren was quite confident.

Of course Geren was confident, he had strong power and had not had much contact with the so-called nobles in his previous life, he had enough understanding of their nature and knew what kind of power they could use.

The man without much heart seemed to take Glenn's words at face value, and did not say another word.

'Why did they beat you?' Geren curiously said.

The man revealed a bitter smile, 'Child, the nobles don't need any reason to beat the commoners, I came to send my daughter to school, appeared in front of their eyes, and spoiled their mood, so naturally I was beaten.'

Well, it is the aristocrats that I understand correctly ... Glenn face showed contempt.

'Do you know Leila?' Glenn suddenly asked the girl.

He thought that since they were in the same school, they might know each other.

'Huh?' The girl looked up with teary eyes and thought for a moment before huffing, 'I know her, but she doesn't know me, she's very famous in our school and is the lover in many boys' hearts.'

'So ...' Glenn mused, looking down, 'Have you seen her lately?'

'Seen.' The girl nodded, 'Are you a friend of hers?'

'Sort of, passing through and stopping by.'

The girl didn't seem surprised and huffed, 'Do you need me to go get her then?'

'No, watch out for that curly haired teddy from now on, I'll go first.' Glenn reminded, then jumped straight onto the fence and disappeared.

'Curly Teddy?' The old man's mouth slightly opened, while the girl on the side broke into laughter with a poof.

...

At the academy's gate, Ravel grabbed a black uniformed middle-aged man by the collar and roared:

'Hurry up and call me a carriage! Now! Otherwise my father will make you pay a terrible price!'

'But ... young master, the academy has rules, this time not I can't leave ...' That middle-aged man was pulled like this by a sixteen or seventeen year old teenager, but he was coy.

'Rubbish! I need the carriage! Don't you understand? I want to go home!' Ravel grimaced, spitting in the man's face and ignoring it.