The appearance of this boy reminded him once again that he still holds the identity of a junior student at Pamir Academy.
After all, students are in their pri of youth, impetuous, disdainful of the mundane world, and it’s only normal for them to compete and beco jealous over a girl.
In contrast, soone like him, who constantly worries about the future of his family, seems to be the true oddity.
The only question he had was how this guy knew his na, given that he wasn’t present during the two lunch etings he had with Olivia.
"...If you’ve co just to talk about this matter, then you can leave now. I’m not interested in this Clive you speak of."
Having confird that the person before him was just a minor character, Anvis replied with a lack of interest and prepared to leave to et Fiona.
"I believe that when facing a senior student stronger than yourself, you should show more respect than you are now!"
Listening to Anvis’s indifferent tone, the boy was instantly enraged and raised his hand to grab Anvis’s collar.
However, he couldn’t touch Anvis. No matter how hard he tried to reach out, he remained tens of centiters away from Anvis.
"I advise you not to jump around here like an agouti, and even more so to stop swinging your fists at will. It does no good for you, it only makes you look like an uncouth farr who knows no Magic."
Looking coldly at the boy before him, Anvis raised his gloved index finger and lightly pressed it on his hand.
"Damn you! I challenge you to a duel! Do you dare to accept?"
This condescending gesture further infuriated the boy. His right hand switched from grasping to slapping, trying to swat away Anvis’s finger, but Anvis pulled his hand back before he could make contact.
"I often hear people say ’stupid as a Luo Luo Beast.’ Now, it seems that even the most foolish Luo Luo Beast would feel profound sha at your level of stupidity, admitting its inferiority."
Originally feeling annoyed by Yanile’s business, Anvis now found this guy running into trouble and couldn’t help but retort sarcastically.
"Unfortunately, you do not have the qualifications to challenge to a duel. Senior students inviting junior students to a duel allow the latter the right to refuse. Now please step aside; you’re blocking my way."
"I’m just asking if you dare! Coward!"
The boy’s face turned red with anger but dared not use Attack Magic due to fear of the academy’s rules.
Confronted with his impotent rage, Anvis simply shrugged his shoulders and raised his index finger again.
Suddenly, a hint of obscured fervor and admiration flickered through the boy’s eyes.
For those whose spiritual power was far inferior to Anvis’s, the growth rate of Twisted Seed was astonishingly fast.
After reviewing his recent mories, Anvis finally understood the cause of the situation.
The boy’s na was Dan, a descendant of a viscount directly under the Royal Family, with a fairly decent talent.
But importantly, this guy wasn’t truly interested in Olivia. The reason he ca to find trouble with him was due to a promise from a certain Fifth Rank senior.
’Keep that Anvis from the Mystical School away from Olivia. I don’t want to deal with such trivial matters personally. If you do a good job, then I can get you an invite to the Constant Gold Club!’
The Constant Gold Club is one of the high-end clubs in the Empire for descendants of nobility. The Eighth Prince, as well as so offspring of the Four Great Families, are mbers of this club, and the descendants of mid-to-small-sized Nobles dream of squeezing in.
With such a promise, Dan was as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline and imdiately boasted that he would make sure to accomplish the Task.
Due to Anvis’s preference to avoid the lilight and only attend gatherings hosted by individuals of similar Identity, not many in the academy truly recognized him and knew the specifics of his background.
Overall, it was a foolish move, but not altogether.
It’s described in this manner because Dan was a bit more calculating. He was also fully aware that Pamir Academy was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and arbitrarily making enemies could easily offend soone formidable.
So before coming to trouble him, Dan changed his appearance slightly and was determined not to reveal his na.
"Do not show any abnormality, follow the script you originally prepared."
In his mind, Anvis directly transmitted instructions to him.
"...You did well, I’ve morized your face. Don’t let encounter you outside the school!"
After leaving behind a harsh warning, Dan turned and departed.
Watching Dan leave, Anvis was sowhat speechless.
The mind clouded by greed, lured by the slightest temptation, he lost the rationality that is most crucial for spellcasters.
Thinking that by slightly altering one’s appearance and not ntioning his na is enough to conceal one’s identity?
Really... as naive as his actions.
However, Anvis did have so recollections of that Fifth Rank senior from his mory, who seed to be a person from the Eighth Prince’s faction.
Anvis estimated that the incident that had just occurred between him and Dan had probably been fully recorded by the Eighth Prince’s people as part of his behavioral model.
Moreover, there would likely be many more keeping an eye on him, watching how he dealt with the aftermath of this incident.
The matter was not a big deal, but not a small one either.
Because if he did nothing afterwards, the situation could be interpreted as: "A nobody could provoke a descendent of the Olivendi Family Head and get away unscathed."
Just like what Duke Carrot had told him before he left Moon Castle: once he leaves Karlars Province, he would represent the face of the Olivendi Family.
If he did not handle this matter properly, the family would also be greatly disappointed in him.
Overall, he needed to demonstrate a part of his own capabilities, to let the outside world see his adaptability.
Moreover, this display of capability must not be too strong or too weak. Either extre would, due to not matching his professed identity, invite extra caution.
The Constant Gold Club’s next major gathering was scheduled for the twenty-ninth of Ice Sealing Month, the day after tomorrow.
As the year-end social event for this year, that night, the Eighth Prince and scions of other major nobles would attend. The reason for not choosing the thirtieth of Ice Sealing Month was to avoid coincidence with the year-end celebration of Pamir Academy.
Good, since the Eighth Prince has made his move, now it’s his turn.
As he pondered how to arrange his moves, the great doors of the summoning tower swung open, and a stream of students poured out.
Among the crowd exiting the tower, Fiona noticed the figure waiting for Anvis and hurried over.
"Brother, who is he?"
Looking at Dan’s departing back, the young girl couldn’t help but be curious.
She seed to have seen that boy say sothing to Anvis right as she stepped out of the tower.
"Him?"
Anvis smiled casually, waving his hand dismissively.
"Don’t mind him, just a clown—"
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