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Chapter 72: Into The City

"Hey, it's time for next class." Timothy called out to Han just as he was about to get up and leave the courtyard. "Where are you going? Didn't you say something about a stupid brotherly code or whatnot?"

So the guy actually remembered the term. Han Jing was kind of touched.

Still he didn't fancy going to the classroom when he realized that he stunk. Han gestured to himself and managed a grin, "I'm not sure if you can see the bloody shirt I'm"

"What were you saying?" His companion asked and motioned to himself. Like him, the man sustained an injury in the abdomen from Lady Angelika's blade and so he did have some blood splattered across his shirt but it didn't soil the cloth that much. 

Somehow, when the guy drank his healing potion, the results were almost instantaneous. Han grinned and shook his head, "Mine's a lot way worse than you, Tim. I rolled around the grass. Yours barely count."

A figure approached them alongside his friend, Sir Leon de Harrington came along with Donovan who gave them a snort, "You can consider them as signs of honor, not everyone here can get up after being mowed down by my axe."

Han blinked and shrugged, "It makes other people uncomfortable, I'll try to change."

"A bit queasy actually." Lady Angelika called out and approached their group.

It seemed like whether or not Timothy actually liked this group of people, they were starting to converge and meet up with them more often. And that meant Penelope along with Elliot approached them, "Timothy have you met my little brother, Elliot?" She was only a head taller or so than her younger brother, she glanced at the boy, "Say hi, Eli."

"H-Hello!" The boy ducked his head and hid behind his older sister. "It's a pleasure to meet one of my elder sister's friends. I hope that we can get along."

And now it made a little bit sense on why Han was currently surrounded by a majority of red-heads at the moment. Now it may have just been Han Jing but he was somewhat aware that kids weren't as innocent as they acted to beat least his younger sister wasn't.

And to him, this brother was emphasizing the word 'friend' but glancing at his companion, it went completely over their head.

Timothy waved at them, "Hi as well, Sir Elliot isn't it? Sure, let's get along." He then looked at Penelope, "I didn't know you had a younger brother."

"He's our little prodigy," Penelope smiled proudly.

Lady Angelika chuckled, "He's the heir to the family as well so it only makes sense that he'd be good."

Sir Leon de Harrington nodded, chiming into the conversation with a smile. "Indeed he is, most of the time the [ Students ] are required to be at a certain age and level to be allowed for enrollment but Headmaster Pierce made an exception. Although we really do need to get going as, we'll be late for our next class."

"Yeah, we should go now." Elliot nodded with a serious expression.

Why was he getting dragged into this conversation again? He needed to change, "I'll go on ahead"

"Next classes under Class - S9 will be suspended, please take the time to relax and go back into your dormitories." It was an announcement that spread throughout the entire vicinity of the castle.

"Miss Orlans' class, I guess the fuss about getting to class on time will no longer have to persist." Sir Leon remarked with a tilt of his head. "That's rather new, I wonder what happened."

Lady Angelika shrugged, "Beats me, I'll be getting some rest though."

"Maybe a meeting or something?" Donavan shrugged and slung his axe across the shoulder. Surprisingly, despite his earlier remarks, the man seemed to have calmed down.

Even when he had lost twice in a row.

Han was kind of counting.

"Hmmm, we should go out, Han." Timothy called out to him.

Han blinked for a moment, "What?"

"Let's get changed and visit the city," The man glanced at their classmates, "There's no rules against us leaving to purchase things right?"

"Not really but we do have a curfew." Donovan shrugged.

Han considered that for a moment, there might be people willing to buy ingredients per piece instead of bulk here if he went to the market. "Sure, sounds good."

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The City of Gloria employed its [ Guardsmen ] to watch over its territory and enforce the ruleshowever, when things turned out to be much more they could handle, the Kraelonia Academy's Elites were asked to step in.

It was within the premise of the Headmaster's Office that an impromptu meeting occurred, a [ Wizard ] was taking care of the [ Message ] Spells that were being sent into their direction and informing it to the rest of the individuals. "It's a Code Red, three high-level individuals have broken into the City of Gloria and are wreaking havoc at one of the gates."

"Are you sure, you know how many of those [ Guardsmen ] may actually think that it's high-level but it turns out that they're just weak."

"[ Professor ] Orlans had been sent to take care of the matter."

Owen Lidell's eye twitched for a momentthey should have told him sooner and he would have gone there himself! "You only sent Miss Orlans?"

"Her ability should be capable of capturing the individuals for them to be questioned." The Headmaster shrugged nonchalantly.

"Do you not think that it could be an attack from outside of the Kingdom?" Another one of the [ Professor ] spoke up, their brows furrowing.

"You're paranoid."

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In the City of Gloria, not only people from across the Human Kingdom of Yegarian made their visit in the capital city. It so happened that three or possibly more Races were set out to step into the place.

If one kept their eyes peeled open, then perchance one would get the opportunity to live through a momentous event. Several [ Players ] gathered in one spot was a rare occasion.

And within that city, there lived but a simple man.

Boaz was [ Guardsman ] and he was a young man that stayed in the background and lived a good life, his friend called him 'Bo', he had a semi-decent pay.... Actually forget about that.

A [ Spearman ] went crashing towards one of the walls.

He wasn't being paid enough for this shit.