Chapter 27: Chapter 26: Marcus’s Threat, Monster?
Andre appeared at the restaurant entrance without anyone noticing. He still maintained his elegant noble deanor, but there was an undeniable authority in his eyes.
The candidate apprentices exchanged glances and quickly dispersed.
Although noble status is not worth much here, as the Thirteenth Prince of the Faruk Kingdom, Andre’s influence is still considerable, at least to these candidate apprentices.
"These guys..." Andre walked over to Ron, chuckling, and said:
"Yesterday, when Darrend mutated, they all hid in their rooms and didn’t even dare to open the door. Now they’re all eager to show off."
Ron nodded slightly: "I really have no interest in interacting with these people, thank you for helping
out, Andre."
"Then let’s go, let’s find a quieter place." Andre invited with a smile:
"I just happen to have so freshly baked scones over there, much better than those black bread."
The two went to Andre’s room, where the setup was noticeably better than other candidate apprentices’.
On a small table were several steaming scones, with a pot of fragrant flower tea beside them.
"Speaking of which," Andre said with a laugh while pouring tea for Ron:
"I didn’t expect you to handle the mutated Darrend with a wooden sword, it’s a pity I wasn’t in the dorm area at the ti, otherwise I should have co to lend a hand."
Ron took a sip from his teacup: "Just lucky."
"Lucky?" Andre looked at him playfully:
"You’ve beco quite humble now. In the Royal Capital, if you had such achievents, you’d probably be boasting all over the city, wouldn’t you?"
Upon hearing this tease, Ron shook his head helplessly: "Those are things of the past."
"True enough." Andre took a bite of a scone, with a hint of exploration in his eyes:
"But honestly, your changes over this period are quite surprising. Training with the ’Crown Breathing Technique’ daily, soaking in the herb store to learn, and now you’ve conceived Sound Wave Magic..."
He paused, smirking faintly as he looked at Ron:
"If I hadn’t watched you step by step to where you are now, I’d suspect you’d been possessed by so powerful being."
"Possession?" Ron’s heart stirred, recalling his talent for "Dual Soul," but outwardly he remained calm:
"I just don’t want to wait here to die."
"Indeed." Andre’s expression suddenly grew serious: "But recently, you should be careful, especially with that Marcus."
Ron put down his teacup: "Why do you say that?"
"Although he’s just an ordinary elentary apprentice, his brother, close to becoming an Official Wizard, stands behind him—Oliver."
The blond boy’s voice beca very low:
"In the school, Oliver is on the sa level as Lord Holt, a seasoned advanced apprentice, and he’s made significant progress in Curse Witchcraft research."
He paused, seemingly choosing his words:
"With such a powerful support, Marcus dares to act without restraint. Most candidate apprentices he takes as servants end up as materials for his brother’s magic experints."
Ron fell into contemplation; no wonder Emily t such a tragic end after turning to Marcus. Perhaps the outco was already set when she chose that path.
"So..." Andre’s tone carried a warning:
"You’ve been too conspicuous lately. Although Marcus himself is rely an elentary apprentice, his brother Oliver is studying so incredibly bizarre special magic, seemingly related to spiritual power extraction."
He hinted:
"With the talent and potential you’ve shown now, you might very well catch their attention. Although Lady Allen and Lord Holt are here, it’s better to be cautious."
"I understand."
Ron nodded. He had long noticed that apprentice who liked collecting "beautiful servant" often casting a cold glance at him.
"But don’t worry too much." Andre resud his elegant smile:
"With those two acquaintances of yours, he probably wouldn’t dare be too blatant. Besides..."
He looked at Ron probingly: "With the strength you’re showing now, even if he does make a move, he likely won’t gain much."
Ron smiled but didn’t continue the topic. Instead, he asked about sothing else: "By the way, any new news from the market?"
"You an those black market rchants?" Andre shook his head: "Since Darrend’s incident, they’ve been more restrained. But..."
He gazed deeply out the window: "This calm probably won’t last long. As the assessnt deadline approaches, those with nowhere left to go will surely take desperate asures."
"You’re right." Ron looked at the gradually darkening sky outside, calculating inwardly.
Darrend’s incident deeply affected him. Although his progress is quite smooth now, ti is still pressing.
He needs to quickly grasp the conception of Sound Wave Magic and continue to enhance abilities in other areas.
"It’s getting late." Andre stood up: "I guess you have your matters to attend to?"
Ron nodded, tidying up his things to leave.
The next plan is to thoroughly study the notes Darrend left behind and attempt to advance this unfinished prototype of Sound Wave Magic to a new level.
At the door, Andre suddenly called his na: "Ron."
"What is it?"
"Do you know?" Andre’s face showed a playful smile: "I’m a bit grateful now that back in the Royal Capital, I never had any conflict with you."
Ron was montarily stunned before understanding his aning.
"Don’t worry, that playboy has already died on the way to the Black Mist Jungle." He half-turned, answering calmly.
"Indeed." Andre gave him a aningful look: "In his place is a terrifying, unpredictable monster."
Ron couldn’t help but laugh at this description: "A monster, huh..."
In this world, it’s survival of the fittest. If one wishes to survive, perhaps turning into a monster is indeed necessary.
He turned and left Andre’s room, the hallway outside already shrouded in twilight.
The chaotic shadows alongside were like ghostly claws under the dim sky.
Still, curious glances were cast at him now and then, but Ron no longer cared.
What he has to do now is to continue getting stronger until he’s powerful enough to fully control his fate in this harsh world.
Any coveting and scheming will all turn to nothing in the face of power.
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