Chapter 143 Jealousy
Percy, who was far away at White Tower University, had no idea that he had inadvertently escaped a "lesson". The moment he learned of the death sentence, he quickly asked for a long vacation from St. Bartolomeo's School of Warlocks and contacted anyone who might be helpful for help. However, the answers he received were vague and trying to persuade him to give up his brother.
His father was cursing at him in the crystal ball, but Percy kept his head down as usual, standing there without saying a word, until the other party finally stopped to take a breath. He slowly raised his head, and the extremely unfamiliar and cold look in his eyes made Outles Brody subconsciously take a step back.
"Father, I am now the head of the Brody family." The young man raised his chin slightly and answered coldly and briefly, "He is Percy Brody's recognized brother. This bond cannot be erased by the so-called family tree."
But this "bond" didn't bring Percy Brody any advantages at White Tower University. The professor suddenly abandoned his last name, so that almost all of his students had heard about the internal disputes within the Brody family, and they looked at him with vigilance and disgust, as if they were looking at a robber with ulterior motives and taking advantage of the situation.
Originally, Percy didn't care about these things. They were just ordinary people, and there were many inferior people - of course, his brother was also an ordinary person, but how could others be compared with someone like his brother?
Just a bunch of weak, helpless ants, he thought disdainfully, with a jealousy he didn't even want to admit. They were only holding his brother back, forcing him into prison. If his brother hadn't abandoned his students like this, and had a backup plan, he wouldn't have stayed here.
This hidden jealousy and disdain turned into huge anger and fear when he saw the thick manual his brother left for the annoying guy named Ivan Adrian.
"Hey!"
Adrian, who was holding his daily meeting with Daniga, the town representatives, and the members of the Judgment Association, glared angrily at the aristocratic youth who had suddenly barged in. The other party seemed to have been eavesdropping for a while. He snatched the manuscript from his hand, his face gloomy. The manuscript paper that they had carefully bound and copied every day, fearing even the slightest stain or wrinkle, was now wrinkled by him.
Before knowing this person's identity, Adrian had some subtle liking for him - after all, he was very handsome, his every move was particularly dignified and elegant, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity between his eyebrows, and more importantly, the other party had saved his classmates despite the pressure of the judge.
However, this good impression vanished immediately upon learning the man's identity: a thief who had forced the professor to leave his family and robbed him of his title, a despicable noble with ill intentions. And yet, the man even shamelessly claimed that he was a relative of the professor, with the right to enter the professor's office and search for messages left by the professor. Who knew what evil plans he was planning? Don't think he couldn't see the condescending indifference, disgust, and disdain in the man's eyes. He had seen this look in the eyes of many priests, who had ultimately knelt before him and had their heads chopped off.
As the president of the Judgment Association and a leader among the students, Adrian stepped forward to negotiate with the man, but the man was simply too arrogant to be reasonable. No matter how he tried to persuade him in a nice way, the man just coldly and elegantly claimed that he stayed in White Tower University to find the letters or manuscripts left by his brother - no one would believe that.
"Regardless of my status, my blood relationship with my brother, or my strength," the other party said coldly in an annoying aristocratic tone, "I believe you have neither the right nor the ability to refuse me."
Adrian felt his fists clench tighter and tighter—why had he thought the professor was arrogant before? The young man suddenly began to doubt his former self. Although the professor was sharp-tongued and mean, and good at scolding people until they doubted their intelligence, if he angered them, there was a certain probability that he would casually reveal some embarrassing secret that would make people want to hide in the ground...
But he is also a very responsible and knowledgeable teacher. As long as they are not deliberately provocative, he will always tolerate some offenses that he thinks are quite stupid. He will also tell some inexplicable and unfunny jokes. He will even bake delicious cookies and then glare at people when Adrian quickly stuffs the cookies into his mouth and pretends nothing happened.
As for the guy in front of him - he seemed to have gradually lost his patience. He raised his hand expressionlessly, as if ready to take action, but Daniga, who was standing beside him, grabbed his arm.
"Hey, young master, don't be so impulsive," the assassin said with a smile. He had a baby face and a cute smile, but the strength in his hands was not light at all. "Everyone, please talk it over nicely. Otherwise, no matter who gets hurt, this matter will be a disaster."
The noble boy narrowed his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and suddenly pulled his hand back: "For the sake of you all being my students..."
He snorted arrogantly and said reluctantly that he could not enter the theology professor's office, but he wanted to stay in Baita University.
Back to the present, Adrian was so angry that he jumped up and down, and wanted to snatch the manual back from the person's hands, but he was worried that he would tear it in the struggle. As a result, the next second he saw little Brody with a dark face, gritting his teeth, and an expression as if he wanted to tear the manuscript paper in his hand into pieces, and carefully smoothed out the papers that he had accidentally crumpled.
Adrien: “……?”
"Did you take this on your own? Otherwise, why would he leave you something so deadly?" The black-haired boy suddenly raised his head and glared at him gloomily, with an angry look on his face as if he was going to accuse him. "Don't think you can fool me. The content is so detailed, it's obvious that he has been planning this for a long time-"
Yes, it is very detailed, covering ideology, armament, medical care, logistics... even just looking at the catalog can make one feel cold. A large number of professional reading materials are also recommended as supplements - Percy is not an ignorant, dull and stupid commoner. He has received a systematic aristocratic education and has studied politics and military affairs in depth. In his eyes, this is simply a manual for rebellion from scratch.
Adrian came back to his senses, and suddenly saw something in the boy's eyes that seemed to be oozing with poison, as if he could control him.
"The professor is an advisor to the White Tower Youth Association, and he single-handedly facilitated the founding of the Inquisition Association. I am its president and one of his students," he drawled, answering with remarkable matter-of-factness. "The professor was worried about us, so he left these things in my care and instructed us students to act accordingly. Isn't that strange?"
Seeing the man staring at him angrily, Adrian deliberately asked innocently, "Why, didn't the professor leave you any instructions? I remember you swore that your brother would definitely leave you some messages -"
Percy: "..."
——That’s right, his brother told him to go back to Ironthorn Territory and be a good boy, guard the Brody family’s territory, and stay away from the disputes in White Tower Town.
Oh, he looks like he's going to break, Daniga, who was watching the show, thought with some sympathy.
"Young Master, stop making trouble and return what Mr. Nova left for us." But he stretched out his hand to the man without any guilt, emphasizing the word "left for us." The man glared at him fiercely for a moment, then suddenly slammed the stack of papers on the table.
"Don't be so complacent. Do you think you can rest easy just because your brother is protecting you?" Little Brody seemed to have recovered from his emotional breakdown. He regained his composure, raised his chin and said coldly, "The Church has been searching for the person who chopped off the heads of those priests. There will always be townspeople who will point you out - maybe they already have all the information about all the members of your ridiculous Inquisition Association. You could die at any time."
Apart from the guy named Daniga who made him a little wary, the rest were just ordinary people, ordinary people who had no respect for nobles and the strong - they would only become his brother's weakness.
"Who doesn't know this?" This time, without Adrian and Daniga, a student from the Judgment Association interrupted with a sneer, "What do you want? Go and tell those priests to report us now and have them come to White Tower University to arrest us?"
"Let them come!" the town representative replied angrily. "That's going too far. We're not to be trifled with. No matter how powerful those sorcerers and warriors are, they're only as strong as individuals. As long as they're human, they'll eventually get hungry, sleepy, injured, or tired—"
"And then, injured and exhausted, I'll kill you with a single move," Percy added coldly.
"But can they kill a living city?" Daniga stared at him with a smile: "When you walk on the road, the trees are your enemies, the wind is your enemy, the shadows and the sun are your enemies, the old woman who sells you bread is your enemy, and the child who hands you a kettle is also your enemy..."
Percy was practically in a cold sweat from being stared at. He couldn't quite fathom this guy. He'd seen him train the townspeople before, and his methods were wild, not at all like those of a properly trained warrior. Instead, they employed a reckless, life-or-death savagery—like the movements of a mercenary or assassin.
His intuition told him that something was wrong with the other person, so he tried to follow him, but was easily discovered.
"Young Master, don't push your luck." Daniga admitted that the boy was quite talented, and perhaps a head-on battle would be a bit of a struggle - but tracking a man who was the most secretive and was also an assassin? This was simply a case of showing off one's skills before an expert.
He smiled as he spoke these terrifying words: "My patience has its limits. This is for Mr. Nova's sake - otherwise, do you think you could have wandered around White Tower University for so long?"
Otherwise, he would have quietly dealt with this arrogant boy. No matter whether he was a noble or not, the Shadow Chaser had killed many of them.
Percy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up - so bright that even Daniga was frightened and took a few steps back.
"You and your brother have a way to communicate?" Little Brody looked like he wanted to rush over. He spoke quickly and anxiously, asking, "Is he okay? Where is he now? When does he plan to come back?"
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