Chapter 13 A Hundredfold!

Chapter 13 A Hundredfold!

Suye lifted the hem of his robe with his left hand, wiping the blood from his right hand while staring into Lawrence’s eyes, and said with a radiant smile, "The promissory note."

"You have no idea what you're doing," Lawrence said, with flames flickering rapidly in his eyes.

Shaking off his robe, Suye looked at his right hand, clenched and unclenched it, turned it over twice, then raised his head and walked step by step to Lawrence.

Suye looked up at Lawrence, who was a head taller than him, and pulled out his spellbook from his belt, slowly opening it.

Plato's Academy's dynamic magic became the brightest spot in the night.

Many people stretched their necks and widened their eyes, filled with envy.

The light in their eyes shone brighter than gold coins.

"After you left, Plato's assistant, the esteemed elf mage, arrived at my house on a rainbow horse and personally delivered the new term admission notice." As Suye spoke, the notice floated into the air.

Around them, exclamations of amazement rang out, filled with undisguised envy.

Lawrence's face remained calm, but the people behind him looked at the spellbook with fear in their eyes.

Those who had been to Suye's house had seen this spellbook, but no one dared to touch it, just as no one dared to touch the three statues of deities.

They didn't know about the rainbow horse or the elf mage, but they knew that Plato's assistant must be more powerful than an ordinary noble.

Suye put away the spellbook, returning it to his belt, and looked up at Lawrence, speaking gently, "What you thought before wasn't wrong; I'm just a poor student. If I were to die silently, the teachers at Plato's Academy wouldn't care. But now, the Dean's assistant will certainly remember me. I've already sent magical letters to all my classmates about what happened these past few days. I don't expect all of them to help me, but if just one does, just one! After my death, if just one speaks up, it would be enough to ignite the wrath of all the mages in Athens City."

"Noble mages wouldn't care about the death of an ordinary poor student, and they might even be powerless against bandits. But a student dying on the eve of enrollment, in Athens City, near Plato's Academy—do you understand what that means?"

Suye paused for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke sternly, "You are challenging the dignity of all the mages in Athens City! It's not that I don't know what I'm doing; it's that you have no idea what you're doing!"

After finishing, Suye pointed towards Plato's Academy.

"Dean Plato is watching you."

Suye's voice echoed throughout the crowd.

Lawrence's face twitched violently, as if the "centipede" was about to burst out.

The people behind Lawrence were terrified; this was their worst fear, and Suye had exposed it publicly.

"Even if he wasn't watching earlier, he is now." Suye's tone returned to calmness.

This statement was even more shocking.

Everyone's bodies stiffened, as if truly feeling Master Plato's gaze.

Master Plato had once exterminated three legendary sea monsters single-handedly outside Lion Harbor, witnessed by tens of thousands.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Suye pointed his right index finger at his own heart, staring into Lawrence's eyes, and said slowly, "I have lost my family, my parents, my wealth, and may soon lose my status as a student at Plato's Academy. All I have left is my life."

Suye's right hand turned, pressing his index finger firmly against Lawrence's chest.

"You want wealth, power, authority, a life free from humiliation, and to transcend your status as a commoner. You trained hard to become a bronze warrior, a leader trusted and feared by your subordinates, wielding influence in the slums. And in the end, it's all for the sake of dying alongside a sixteen-year-old boy? You're a desperado, you're not afraid to die, but if we both die, it's worth it for me. Now, ask yourself, is it worth it?"

Suye's eyes revealed no trace of contempt, and his index finger pressed heavily twice on Lawrence's chest.

Lawrence was very familiar with this look; it was the same way he looked at fools.

Lawrence clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and felt his heart like a volcano ready to erupt.

He never expected that after threatening Suye with force in the afternoon, this youth would return the humiliation tenfold, no, a hundredfold!

If he bowed his head today, the mighty Lawrence, known as the Centipede, would become the laughingstock of the entire slum!

Even his subordinates would spit in disgust and defect to others.

Lawrence's eyes were slightly unfocused, remembering how he had licked the shoes of nobles, been stepped on by them to mount horses, and begged for mercy before stronger warriors countless times.

But he had never been humiliated by someone weaker than himself, let alone a boy who could be killed with one hand.

He felt the scorching gazes on his face, those belonging to the lowest of the low, who usually dared not meet his eyes, whom he considered less than stray dogs.

He clenched his fists tightly, divine power surging within him like a raging river.

But if he did not bow his head...

In the end, Lawrence did not move.

Hake's right hand gripped his sword.

Two soldiers' right hands gripped their swords.

Suye took two steps back and extended his hand.

"The promissory note." Suye's voice returned to calmness.

"You have no idea who your enemy is," Lawrence said, seemingly calm, but the "centipede" on his face kept twitching.

"The promissory note." Suye calmly looked at Lawrence.

Lawrence took a deep breath, took out the promissory note, and threw it.

Everyone looked at the scene in disbelief.

The overlord of the slums had actually submitted to a young man.

Papers fluttered and fell to the ground.

Suye bent down, picked them up, rolled them, and tucked them into his belt.

He gripped the front of his robe with both hands, shook it loose, as if all the dust on his body had been shaken off.

Everyone's gaze followed Suye, finding this gesture surprisingly dignified.

"Hopefully we won't meet again." Suye smiled and nodded, then turned to walk away.

The crowd parted naturally like hair brushed aside by fingertips.

They watched Suye, watching the young man who had subdued Lawrence.

"He's either a noble or a powerful mage..." The same thought arose in everyone's mind.

Hake followed behind.

Behind Hake, two soldiers each carried one of Koror's feet, dragging him like a dead pig.

A long trail of blood was left behind.

Leaving the slums and bidding farewell to the two soldiers, Suye and Hake returned home smoothly under the night sky.

Hake handed over the money bag.

"Thank you, Mr. Hake," Suye said.

Hake nodded, about to leave, when Suye hesitated for a moment and said, "You should trust Lawrence's judgment and my mind."

Hake's face suddenly twitched, unsure if it was a smile or a natural expression.

"Think more about how to get through tonight," Hake said, then strode away.