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Chapter 19： Volume Hair

In an area surrounded and shaded by several large trees, a group of burly men dressed as servants are laughing loudly under a large tree, as if they were doing something very funny.

Shut up, you dare to ruin my mood! Disgusting commoners deserve to die! Hang them up and beat them hard!

Among this group of burly men, a curly-haired teenager dressed in more expensive clothes than the others is commanding this group of fierce-looking attendants.

A skinny old man and a girl with messy hair were knocked to the ground by the group.

The skinny old man in tattered clothes struggled desperately, muttering something. He was obviously unable to speak, and the words he spat out were often mispronounced, but it was clear that they were curses.

The girl, on the other hand, kept crying, most of her face hidden by her hair, only her sobs could be heard clearly.

When he saw the giggling noble lackeys trying to bind the girl, the old man resisted even more desperately. One of the several strong men restraining him made a mistake, and one of them was headbutted in the stomach, uttering a cry of pain.

You damned bastard! The strong man who had been headbutted gritted his teeth and hit the mad old man with a series of punches and kicks.

At that moment...

'What are you doing!

A loud cry suddenly rang out, startling everyone present and causing them to stop in unison.

The men who had bound the girl with the rope froze and looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound.

The curly-haired young man leading the group was startled, his face falling as he turned angrily and shouted:

'Who! Come out here! Asshole!

Try shouting again! Glenn's voice came from above, attracting the attention of the several headless flies, who all looked up at the same time.

Seeing that it was a man older than himself standing on the trunk of a large tree, the curly-haired teenager did not hold back, but instead cursed even more.

You lowly bastard! Get the hell away from me, will you? ! This is none of your business! You're just a dirty beggar out there!

Faced with these harsh words, Glenn didn't show an angry expression, but instead laughed coldly, "If you say that, I'll have to come down and have a good theoretical discussion with you.

With that, he jumped down the tree trunk and looked down at the curly-haired boy.

The other party stared at Glenn and continued to provoke:

'You want to fight me? Scum! Do you know who my father is? Scum...'

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the sound of a loud slap.

The several strong men behind him, who were also watching with a smug look on their faces, froze as they saw the curly-haired boy turn and fall to the side after being slapped by the plain-clothed civilian.

The air was frozen for a moment, and no one could come back from this outrageous scene, including the old man and the girl who were still on the ground.

This guy, who looked like a commoner, actually dared to hit Lord Ravell, who was a nobleman?! These lackeys were thinking the same thing in their hearts.

The strange atmosphere did not change until the curly-haired teenager on the floor shivered and stood up.

Ravel wiped the corner of his mouth with a shaking hand, the bright red blood catching his eye. His eyes were full of disbelief, his lips trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

Beat him to death! Ravel's heart-rending cry woke the still dazed followers.

They suddenly realised:

The young master was beaten?

! They will definitely be punished if they return. The master of the house is fond of this young master, and the consequences of beating him like this will be severe!

All they could do was take this bold commoner who had insulted the nobleman back to take the blame, so that the punishment would be less severe.

Seeing these burly men rushing at him like madmen, Glenn felt an itch in his hand. He was more than happy to teach them a lesson.

A few minutes later, with the sound of screams rising and falling, several of the menacing followers fell to the ground, covering their injured parts and moaning miserably.

You... you! You're finished! I'll tell my dad! I'll tell my mum! Ravel shouted, before leaving the followers on the ground and slipping away with great dexterity.

Remember! My name is Glenn Nybakru! I live in the city of Bayek!' Glenn shouted before the other party had gone far.

Ravel, who had been running, turned around. His ugly face, swollen and distorted with tears, showed a malevolent expression. He gave Glenn a deep look that he would remember.

Looking down at the old man and the girl on the ground, Glenn was about to jump over the wall.

By this time the old man, covered in wounds, was struggling to get up and help the girl to her feet. He shouted at Glenn, 'Wait... wait a minute!

Glenn looked back at him, confused.

'You must... offend the nobles, and they will... take revenge on you. Leave here, leave this city, the further away... the better! The thin man spoke in a slurred voice, pleading with him.

Glenn smiled and looked into the man's eyes again. Without answering, he pointed to the girl and asked, 'Is this your daughter?

The old man froze for a moment, then nodded foolishly, "Yes, this is my daughter, Martha.

You are a good father," Glenn praised.

But the old man said anxiously again, "My lord, now... now is not the time for this! You must escape!

Glenn waved his hand, "It's all right, just an aristocrat, I can handle it, don't worry about me.

'Ah? Really?' The middle-aged man's words trailed off.

'Of course,' Glenn was quite confident.

Of course Glenn was confident. He had a great deal of power and had had much contact with the so-called nobles before, so he knew enough about their nature and the kind of power they could wield.

The simple man seemed to believe Glenn's words and didn't say anything else.

Why did they beat you? Glenn asked curiously.

The man smiled wryly, 'My boy, nobles don't need a reason to beat up commoners. I was taking my daughter to school and I showed up and spoiled their mood, so of course they beat me up.

Hmm, that's the aristocracy I know. You're right... Glenn looked contemptuous.

Do you know Leila? Glenn suddenly asked the girl.

He had the feeling that since they went to the same school, they might know each other.

'Huh?' The girl looked up with teary eyes and thought for a moment before she said with a sob, "I know her, but she doesn't know me. She's very popular at our school and the sweetheart of many boys.

'I see...' Glenn lowered his head and thought, 'Have you seen her lately?

'Yes,' the girl nodded, 'are you her boyfriend?

'Sort of, I just stopped by.'

The girl didn't seem surprised and sniffed, 'Do you want me to go get her?

'No need. Just watch out for that curly-haired teddy bear in the future. I'm leaving now,' Glenn reminded her, then jumped up against the wall and disappeared.

'Curly-haired teddy bear? The old man's mouth hung open slightly as the girl next to him burst out laughing.

...

At the Academy gate, Ravell held the collar of a middle-aged man in black uniform and shouted angrily,

Get me a carriage, at once! Or my father will make you pay dearly!

'But... young master, the academy has rules, I cannot leave at this time of day...' The middle-aged man was being led by a sixteen or seventeen year old boy, but he was obedient.

Idiot! I need a carriage! Don't you understand? I want to go home! Ravell's face was grim, and he didn't care if his spittle sprayed the man's face.