Chapter 52: School Violence

Not meeting the beauty, Old Xie was a bit disappointed in his heart, but there was no way. He had to pay the money, and then left with infinite melancholy.

After getting drunk at that luxurious hotel again, Old Xie returned to the Duke’s Mansion happily. But unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a servant waiting for him.

“Young Master, the Master asked me to inform you that you should go to the Academy for classes tomorrow!” After saying that, the man bowed, saluted, turned around, and withdrew.

“Classes?” Old Xie was stunned at first, then he could not help but laugh. He had lived for so many years but had never experienced going to school. This sudden notice naturally amused him greatly. He immediately chuckled to himself, “Fun, really fun. Tomorrow, I must be a good student!”

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The next day, Old Xie got up very early and dressed with great care. Although his face was still unimpressive, with a face shape that looked strange, uneven and bumpy—to describe it most accurately, it was a typical twisted melon and cracked date! There was no helping it; Old Xie himself was not bad, but this face belonged to Little Steven, and he could not change it. Fortunately, the Magic Robe on his body was quite nice, with gold thread trimming and gems dotted here and there. It looked noble and added a lot of color to his appearance. Coupled with Old Xie’s masculine aura, overall, this look was still quite decent.

Since the Academy was outside the city, too far away, Old Xie took a carriage early on. The carriage ran for over an hour before reaching the foot of Academy Mountain. According to the rules, Academy Mountain was a sacred place for teaching; even the Emperor could not ride a carriage inside. Therefore, Old Xie had to get off at the gate. The Old Steward and the carriage could not enter casually either and had to stay in the small town below the Academy.

This small town actually existed entirely to serve the Academy. Even its name was Academy Town. It was filled with various service facilities, especially the catering industry, which was very developed. Almost half of the small town consisted of taverns. If students and teachers did not want to eat the food in the Academy, they always liked to come here. They could drink and have fun. For a large Academy with tens of thousands of people, supporting this town was simply too easy.

Old Xie casually glanced at the lively Academy Town and found that it was indeed nice. Especially the strong smell of wine wafting from several hotels was very attractive. Unfortunately, there was no time now, so he could only walk up the mountain alone, feeling somewhat helpless.

After entering the Academy, Old Xie immediately felt a strong aura of killing and fighting. It turned out that the lowest level of the Academy was the Warrior Branch. Therefore, whether it was the buildings or the sculptures, they all embodied an atmosphere of bloody slaughter. Here, all the buildings had a black base, and the sculptures were either fierce giant beasts or devils, or scenes of armored warriors holding weapons in battle. On the playground, groups of students were also conducting combat training.

As an expert, Old Xie could tell at a glance that all the training here was extremely bloody. Especially during the two-person sparring training, it was completely a life-and-death struggle. Although they used wooden weapons, many people were still beaten until they bled, and some even had broken bones. At this time, it also displayed the amazing willpower of these students. Basically, although everyone was injured, not a single one retreated, nor did they cry out in pain. Instead, they slashed at each other even more fiercely.

Just by looking at this brave spirit, Old Xie knew that the students who came out of here were definitely first-class elites. No wonder every time the Old Mage mentioned this Academy, he showed a sense of pride. It turned out there was some real substance here.

Walking in such an Academy, perhaps others would feel very uncomfortable, but Old Xie was very adapted. While watching the students fight fiercely with a smile, and admiring the sculptures of generals on both sides, Old Xie felt in a very good mood.

However, his good mood did not last long before it was disturbed by an extremely rude voice. That was when he bypassed several teaching buildings and came to a relatively secluded place. Someone suddenly shouted, “Trash, get over here!”

Old Xie thought at first they were calling someone else and did not pay attention. But unexpectedly, that guy immediately cursed, “Damn it, the trash from the Steven family, I’m calling you! Is he deaf?”

Only then did Old Xie realize that this bastard was calling him? He immediately felt a surge of nameless anger. He thought to himself, which turtle bastard dares to find trouble with me? Does he want to die?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his face to look in the direction of the voice. He saw in a small grove dozens of meters away, a dozen guys who looked like senior Warrior students were waving at him with impatient looks.

Old Xie did not waste words and walked straight over. Before he arrived, one of those guys cursed brazenly, “You damn trash, you didn’t even greet us when you saw us? Is your skin itching? How much money do you have on you? Hand it all over to pay respects to me.”

Obviously, these were the so-called campus bullies. They were all children of nobles, strong themselves, with great influence, so naturally they dominated the Academy and usually took pleasure in bullying others. From their attitude towards Old Xie, it could be seen that they had extorted Little Steven quite a bit in the past.

You know, in this Warrior Academy, everything was based on strength. As long as you could fight, brawling inside was considered legal. Moreover, all medical expenses were borne by the Academy, and the teachers did not interfere at all.

Of course, there was a prerequisite. This rule could only be implemented in the Warrior Academy. People from the Warrior Academy could not beat up Mages. Because a junior Mage needed several seconds to cast a spell. In that time, someone could beat you down eight times. This was a completely unfair fight. Moreover, Mages had weak bodies. If one was beaten to death, it would be a huge loss.

However, rules were dead after all. Those noble children did not care about this. No matter who it was, even if it was a Mage, they dared to bully them. As long as they were clean with their hands and feet and left no evidence, the bullied people could not even complain. Those cowardly people usually chose to yield after suffering a loss and dared not speak out, just like Little Steven in the past.

His pocket money was almost all extorted by this group of guys, so they treated Old Xie so arrogantly today. However, they were destined to kick an iron plate this time.

Old Xie smiled slightly, extended a hand holding a fist, and laughed to them, “Look at this!”