Francis' companions were surprised at his reaction, whispering, "Do you know this old guy?"
Francis was a little confused at the familiarity of this old man -- he rembered who the nasty poison expert was and the innocent apprentice with the chanical body, but he couldn't tell who was before him.
"Funny, has Moldo dropped their standards, allowing an old guy like you to remain in the Academy?" the apprentices of Monte Carlo taunted.
Most of the new apprentices at Moldo didn't know who Jas was either, since Jas holed himself up in Adam's laboratory. He dropped his teaching for Rune Studies as well, becoming completely invisible.
Francis held his hand up to stop his companions' taunting, since he could sense strong energy fluctuations radiating from Jas -- however, it was obscured, as if there is no presence of elental magic.
"Who are you?" Francis asked again.
Jas took a deep breath, smiling, "Long ti no see, Francis -- I'm Jas. Jas Berry."
Francis pondered on the na for a bit, comparing Jas' current image with everyone in his mory, widening his eyes, "I rember you -- the trash who escaped from back then!"
The apprentices of Monte Carlo glanced at Jas curiously, and Francis, with a loud voice, shouted, "During the war, I received an order to raid the 17th district -- those weaklings all died by my hand alone, and only him managed to escape, disregarding the life and death of his companions."
After a brief silence, the apprentices of Monte Carlo burst out in laughter, pointing and jeering at Jas -- even the Moldo Academy apprentices cast contemptuous glances at Jas.
"I didn't run."
Jas rembered it all too well -- he was knocked away by a stray tornado and fell into a coma for a few days. When he finally ca back to his senses, the only things left were the headless corpses of his companions.
Francis spat on the ground, "Tell that to your dead friends. Get out of my way."
Francis strode forward, ignoring Jas.
Jas stood motionless, flicking his hands, and the apprentices of Monte Carlo found that it was difficult to walk. Francis cut through the air with a blade of wind and bellowed, "Are you trying to provoke us?"
To be honest, he felt a little uneasy looking at Jas' unending smile. Jas sighed, staring straight into Francis' soul, "Duel , Francis."
Jas wasn't loud, but everyone could hear the firmness and fearlessness in his words, which was mocking to Francis.
Francis snickered. "A duel with ? A piece of trash like you wants to duel with ? Have you gone senile?"
"Duel ."
Francis laughed, looking at his companions and looking back at Jas repeatedly, "Alright, if you are courting death, I will fulfil your wishes!"
"See you at the duelling arena," Jas smiled.
...
Francis stared daggers into Jas' back, feeling that he was mocked by literal trash! He roared incoherently, making the other apprentices shrink themselves to avoid his wrath, "Damn it! I will end you, trash! I must kill you!"
His companions were silent -- Jas' resistance put them at a loss.
A man and a woman landed silently behind them, and the man saw Francis' expression and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
After hearing this deep voice, everyone hurriedly turned around, and Francis imdiately cald down, "Lord Bill, Lord Monica."
Lord Bill waved his hand and asked again, "What happened?"
Francis took a few deep breaths to quell his anger, and told Lord Bill what had happened.
Lord Bill frowned upon hearing it, "If this apprentice really is just trash, then just kill him. Anger will only make you lose your calm and dignity."
Lord Monica simply covered her mouth and chuckled, speaking seductively, "Bill and I found an... interesting person on campus. Go and deal with that 'trash' of yours, and co with us to see the real genius of Moldo."
She strolled by Francis, her fingers gliding across Francis' arm, "Don't keep us waiting."
Francis shivered, imdiately replying, "Yes, Lord Monica!"
Monica nodded, turning around and locking her arms with Bill, "Co, dear Bill, let us watch the duel!"
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