Cesare walked into the school and was confronted by a teenager dressed in aristocratic attire, but as you could tell from his clothes, his family was just a minor nobleman, a baron at most.

"Sandino, what are you busy with and don't look at the road?"

"Don't mention it, the associate dean asked us to write a hymn to the school in theology class, and I didn't know how to write it."

"Isn't it easy?" Cesare said with a smile.

"St. Karlliu's College, the nation's number one aristocratic education temple, oh, of course counts down, and the world-famous Kant Library is located on the campus to shine with the brilliance of her learning! Although we "poor" can't get in. ”

Sandino gave Cesare a blank look, "If I just hand it in, I'll be beaten to death by my dad when I go home, right?" The two of them said as they walked towards the auditorium.

The bell rang for the end of class, and the bustling students poured out of the auditorium. St. Calliu's school was founded relatively late, unlike some old-fashioned church colleges, where boys and girls could walk side by side, talk and laugh.

There is also no need to copy scriptures, participate in choirs, and there are no strict rules for group life, and students can arrange their own lives.

Cesare walked out of his mechanical engineering class, and Cesare looked a little dreary alone and out of place compared to the students who walked in pairs, with a pile of unrepaired mechanical objects in his arms.

"Is it really the cause of bearing aging......

As he walked, he looked down at the parts in his arms, muttering back to the words of the teacher in class, when suddenly a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared at the front of his field of vision and interrupted his train of thought.

Cesare looked up his trouser leg and saw that the uniform of the academy had tightened his muscular physique, a senior student, at least two years older than Cesare.

Standing in front of Cesare was like a wall blocking out the sun, leaving Cesare in complete shadow.

Cesare let out a long sigh after glancing at the fierce face, and then turned sideways to see a few of the same unscrupulous students behind the man.

"It's okay to want to fight, but I need to put my stuff back in the dorm, is there anything I can talk about later?" Cesare said helplessly.

"Listen to me, you little white face of the Hunyadi family."

Boris's tone was full of menace, and the group of students around him smiled wildly.

"Someone wants me to warn you that Veratia's first dance was his, and if Veratia invites you to the ball, you'd better learn to say no.

Oh yes, it's better that you don't show up at the ball, no one wants to see your unlucky face when they're happy, and if I let me see you, I'll tear off your legs, you know! ”

Cesare didn't look at him squarely, and asked nonchalantly as he sorted out the parts in his hand.

"Who are you talking about? Is it that megalomaniac Hilton, or that dwarf pig chiar? ”

"He's the Duke's son! How dare you call him a dwarf pig! ”

Boris glared angrily and shouted loudly, while Cesare smiled contemptuously.

"Ah, that's Gallon, you go back and tell him that I'm not interested in the prom and don't want to accept any invitations, but it's not because of your boring threats."

Boris should be unique in this school in terms of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and no student has dared to talk to him like this.

Boris blushed, his fists clenched into his joints, and the sound made several of his attendants around him gasp, and everyone present knew that this battle was inevitable.

"You think you're smart, don't you? Cesare. I've heard that Hunyadi's freak family has abandoned you and your sister a long time ago, and you haven't received your tuition from home for a long time, have you?

It's a difficult day! As long as you beg me for mercy and be a servant to me in the future, I promise not to make things difficult for you again, how about it? ”

Boris seemed to think of something, "Your sister is so beautiful, you have another way to get tuition, right?" ”

After hearing this, the disdainful smile on Cesare's face gradually faded.

Boris knew that he had poked Cesare in the underbelly.

"Your sister is so beautiful, after Lord Gallen inherits the title, it is okay to accept your sister as a lover......"

Before he could finish speaking, Boris felt as if the facial features on his face had been misplaced, and Boris took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

"You, you!" Boris was beaten to a slurred speech, and he looked around at his attendants in a daze and shouted: "Kill him!" Fight to the death!

However, in the face of the big man's order, several students looked at each other, and none of them approached Cesare first.

"This, we... We're..."

"What are you afraid of! Isn't it just the illegitimate son of the earl's family! I'm up to it if something happens! Big deal, and Gal-sama! ”

"Your Excellency...... This ......"

Seeing that a circle of people still hesitated, Boris was so angry that he was incoherent, and he no longer even cared that his nose was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and faced Cesare, eager to eat the young man in front of him alive.

Boris's weight began to lean forward, and like a standing black bear striding towards Cesare with his arms outstretched, he took advantage of his size to the extreme, and no grappling technique could record such a rogue fighting style.

Cesare held his breath from the pressure that came over him, and he realized that his fist couldn't hurt the guy at all, so he tried to dodge it sideways, and the two of them were fighting back and forth.

The others tried to step forward to dissuade them, but after being glared at by Boris, no one dared to take another step.

"I gave you a chance, Cesare, don't think I dare to do anything to you! I can make you disappear silently from Karl Stream, like a rat in the gutter, and no one will miss you.

You're an illegitimate son of an unpopular family, you must have never seen the power of magic, right? Today you'll be able to meet Master Gallen's family cane. ”

When the people around him saw Boris take out a gallon's cane, they were stunned, and the school clearly said that it was not allowed to use magic to fight, and it would definitely be expelled.

"Boy, you have to remember that with a family like you, being in the same school with us is already the greatest honor for you, and today must make you remember it for a long time."

Now, Cesare had no choice but to give it a go.

He remembered the magic test he had done on the family ring, and if he could infuse the magic into the object, then the human body should be fine.

It's just that he has never tried and lacks the aid of a cane, and Cesare himself has no idea what will happen, and maybe it will speed up his suffocation.

But at this point, the bastard has threatened his sister Closia, and Cesare doesn't care too much.

He felt the flow of magic with what little will he had left, and used his body as a conductor to draw the magic from the surface upwards into ten fingers.

Cesare struggled to recall the sensation of pouring magic into the ring, and vaguely, he felt a familiar power emerge, and the lines in his vision began to distort.

Cesare could vaguely see something stirring beneath the surface, as if it was about to burst out of the ground in the next second, but he didn't know if it was a good sign or a bad warning, like a hallucination with an unsettling sense of reality.

And at this moment Boris did not notice anything unusual at all, and he had a victor's smirk on his face. At this moment, a young and cute but angry girl's voice suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"What are you going to do!"

Looking at the source of the voice, I saw a petite and lovely girl standing there only ten years old.

With long pale blonde hair, blue eyes, soft and fair skin, and delicate and lovely facial features like dolls, she looks like the dream lover depicted by the greatest painter.

Even if you are blind, you will be fascinated by the faint sweet fragrance emanating from her body.

Even if the anger and dissatisfaction are written on that fair and clear face, it still does not lose the noble and elegant temperament unique to the nobility, and it is as beautiful as a work of art, so that mortals dare to approach and touch it.

"Closia..."

When Cesare saw his sister appear, he also withdrew the magic he had infused, and the illusions or visions caused by the magic disappeared.

After the others saw Closia coming, they gradually dispersed, which is indeed not a glorious thing for a nobleman to bully more and less, and the most basic courtesy for ladies must be observed.

Closia first pulled up the hem of her skirt and performed a standard court ceremony, although she was wearing a school uniform, everyone felt that Closia was wearing an expensive dress.

"Guys, I wonder if that's the end of today?" Facing a group of boys four or five years older than her, Klosia had no fear, she looked the big Boris in the eye and said in a resolute tone.

Things got to this point, and some of Boris's followers finally mustered up the courage to stand up and dissuade them.

"Boris... Forget it, if a teacher comes over later, it's still quite troublesome. Boris had a gloomy face, as if thinking about something,

"You guys! Call...... You've heard Closia say! Let's go! When I came, I could see, whew, that there was a teacher director coming over here, and if you want to make a big deal out of it, try it! ”

Sandino picked up a wooden stick he had gotten out of nowhere and ran from a distance, but his weak arm was of little threat.

After much deliberation, Boris spat on the ground, turned around and left with his followers.

Sandino also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said, Boris is playing real today? You almost didn't scare me to death just now, if you really use magic to fight at school, this will be a big problem, and I don't want to go to the principal's office to write a check with you. ”

At the window of the academic office on the second floor of the main building of the school, Dean of Academic Affairs Ryan leaned against the window, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, watching all this from upstairs. ”