Chapter 927: Third Grade

Virvor's eyes bored into Dyon's. Maybe if looks could really kill, Dyon would long since be dead. However, that didn't change the fact that his words were very reasonable.

Who didn't know that the Jafari family was forced to flee? Who didn't know that their Patriarch, Bol Jafari, was heavily injured during the war? And Dyon had, in fact, made it clear that his mother was a commoner and that even the 74th quadrant, even as a Duke, knew nothing about it.

In the end, no one doubted him. Nobles couldn't understand the idea of someone who was noble, pretending that he wasn't. While commoners couldn't understand the idea of someone purposefully lowering themselves to their level unless they were there.

Clenching his jaw, a resolute expression appeared on Virvor's face as he resolutely stepped off, no longer bothering with anything else around him.