Capítulo 13: Punch Me
Lawrence continued his brisk pace down the main street, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his own evolution.
There was a certain sense of satisfaction in knowing that he was no longer the naive and reckless youth he once was.
The hustle and bustle of the Tatum Kingdom's capital carried on around him.
People went about their daily lives, most avoiding eye contact with the infamous Lawrence. It was a reputation he had earned, albeit begrudgingly.
'If this was still the old me, then I would have probably grabbed one of the bystanders and beat them up for fun.' Lawrence thought, realizing how impulsive and hot-blooded he was in his youth.
After all, what punishments could possibly be placed upon him?
The neutrality law might have been in effect, but everyone knew as long as the matter wasn't huge or explosive, a few beatings in the shadow wouldn't be hard to suppress.
Who told the commoners to lose the Rebellion War?
If you lose the war, then expect to face the worst treatment possible.
Victor decided everything and the nobles won thanks to their extensive knowledge and combat ability honed throughout their life.
"Boo!" Lawrence suddenly shouted in front of a child that was glaring at him for quite a while, scaring the crap out of the child.
The mother of the child quickly shrouded the child away from Lawrence, her body trembling slightly.
Unlike the child who can't understand the circumstances, the mother knew fairly well what would happen if they attempted to retaliate.
Laughing wildly and placing his hands behind his back, Lawrence walked past the frightened mother. And at the same time, his inner feeling was somewhat disturbed.
The action he had just done proved a critical and glooming trouble that the Tatum Kingdom might never ever be able to overcome.
Status of an individual!
The moment one was born into a noble household or a commoner household, already had their future determined.
Despite the Tatum Academy promoting fairness and encouraging commoners to enroll, most of the instructors were of noble backgrounds at the end of the day.
Why was that?
It was because not many commoners could achieve great results due to their poor background and terrible income to buy magic books or other training books.
Only a few rarities such as Seraphine Nightshade who was of noble background cared about commoners and didn't have any prejudice toward them.
'Sigh, that's enough thinking about the social classes. It's not like I can change it when the Queen herself struggles to resolve it.' Lawrence scratched his head.
Social class was the major problem the Tatum Kingdom was dealing with, but that kind of problem was not for him to deal with. It was the Queen's problem and served her right to have to deal with such a headache for being in such a high position.
Turning to the right corner, Lawrence arrived at a shady alley. The shady alley had dim lights, and people casually leaning by the wall, a far cry from the original illuminated streets he had walked past.
In addition, his clothes were still the Tatum Academy uniform, which naturally attracted the most attention.
"It's a noble youth. What courage."
"Hmph, this youth probably thinks he's safe or something."
"You say that, then are you going to make a move? I'm not interested in getting involved with those nobles."
As the people leaning on the wall gossiped among themselves regarding Lawrence's unexpected appearance, they were joking and taunting him.
Their actions seemed pretty clear that they wanted him to feel scared or even outright leave the alley.
After all, this kind of alley was something a noble would never ever step foot in. They believed it was filthy and beneath them to even glance at their surroundings.
Halting his steps temporarily, Lawrence turned his attention to the people who kept gossiping among themselves.
"I'm sorry, but do you want me to hand you a microphone? You look like you'll need one considering how your mouth is non-stop talking about me." He asked in concern.
"What did you just say?" One of the people, offended by Lawrence, lifted his sleeve up, an action indicating that he was ready to fight.
Seeing that, Lawrence leaned his face closer to him.
"Go ahead, punch me. Let's see if you can handle the consequences." He said with a bright smile. "No need to be afraid. I won't retaliate whatsoever. You're free to beat me up, or even kill me here. I won't resist."
"C-Crazy rascal!"
Seeing Lawrence so eager to be beaten in a pulp, inadvertently caused the person to be nervous, prompting him to retreat from the alley.
Since the person retreated, Lawrence then leaned his face close to the other people. "That person didn't beat me, but are you guys interested? I won't charge you anything."
And without surprise, everyone left the scene, leaving only Lawrence in the alley. His humorous expression also gradually turned cold as he memorized the facial appearance of each and every one of them.
Fixing the collar of his uniform, mainly to look cool, Lawrence continued toward his destination– a shabby shop.
Maybe it was because he had experienced a lot, but Lawrence would never understand these mysterious people who have skills and chose to operate in such a poor and rundown shop
Do they really want to look mysterious?
Perhaps, they don't wish to reveal themselves and remain lowkey?
Or are they just some pretentious people who hoped to be recognized by others, preferably a main character of some sort who realized they are the greatest and that the main character had struck gold?
If you thought it was either one of those, then you couldn't be more wrong.
There was only one logical explanation for someone to do such an action.
And it was the fact that they are stupid and tried too hard to be different, only to end up being cringe.
Kicking the broken wooden door of the shabby shop open, Lawrence shouted as if he owned the place.
"Old fool, has your brain been fixed yet?"
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