67 Pride Is Useless

"..."

Dean was initially shocked at the proposition and wanted to curse the shameless man in front of him.

The audacity to propose a ridiculous idea with such a blank face was testing the limits of his sanity but logic told him to stay calm.

A sword to the neck and the realization that he had no control on knowing who the murderer of Leonard was, he had to stay quiet.

Pulling his head back down, Dean was left tocontemplate the choices he currently had.

Christian was the only liability he had and Dean was willing to sell out those who betrayed him if that was what it took to get any information.

However the flaw was that Christian had no reason to divulge the identity of the murderer.

Knowing how he acted and the schemes he used, Dean would guess that he would purposely wait to give me any info in order to throw off my unstable mentality and to ask for a higher reward to exchange.

Currently the one thing he could do that pays him with a guaranteed life and who murdered Leonard was in front of him.

Slowly kneeling to show courtesy and bashing his head onto the floor that caused a small hole to break into the room beneath, Dean proved his sincerity for apprenticeship.

"I, Dean swear absolute-"

A hand suddenly patted him on the back as a voice rang next to his ear

"You're too hasty, who wants an old man that can't even use proper Wind Magic. I see you're a young man with great potential that I must have."

The sword that was once pointed at him was now in its sheath while the man praised him.

"Oi, at least i'm not an ignorant youth who will probably never get a lady. You're still a pitiful child but I know that you're secretly a genius."

Dean stayed quiet as he didn't wish to add any comments that could risk his life but tried to nonchalantly laugh.

He drew the conclusion that the both may have a grudge against each other which was why they were arguing over such a small matter.

"Now, young one. Quickly kneel and fully claim that I am your master."

"This old man is trying to scam you out of the prime of your life. Get up and turn towards my direction."

This pointless drama eventually made Dean start to test the waters.

The one with the sword would definitely have material that Dena could learn from however it was incomparable to the information the other teacher had.

"I'm sorry but he knows the murderer of my friend"

He was left in surprise for suddenly being rejected and made a subtle move that threw the teacher off guard.

It was equivalent to a light bulb going *ding* inside his mind.

Rushing to the paper on the desk, pages were flung into the air as the elder teacher realized what he was doing and quickly restrained him.

Breaking free from the shackles of the air, he grabbed a piece of paper and immediately shredded it.

"WAIT, I had been writing up that paper for the past hour. It had all the resources."

Being left to sulk, the teacher faced the wall with his head down.

A face scribbled with pride now appeared in front of Dean as he asked

"What now?"

Dean knew that both now held the information so now he needed to analyze which teacher was much more useful to him.

It reminded him of the time he spent with his first Master, the clown that forgot his memories.

They held something he desperately needed.

First was power, now it was knowledge.

Sighing in displeasure for having such a tough choice to decide, Dean ultimately left it to his first analysis that the man with a blade was far more useful if he was sincerely telling the truth.

The older teacher saw the eyes of Dean that finally made a choice and the slight movement he made towards his partner.

Knowing that he had finally made a choice he couldn't interrupt.

"How about we do this? For a week each, he'll be under the tutelage of one teacher before being swapped out in the next week. Then he can rightfully make a decision."

Thinking for a moment, the teacher nodded and found this argument to be extremely reasonable as the one who decided their fate is the person himself.

Dean wanted to curse in front of the man but darted a glare that reflected all his emotions but made sure to limit himself.

Noticing the subtle killing intent, the teacher smiled amiably

The decision was already reinforced and Dean could only leave out of the room without any knowledge of the murderer

A piece of rock fell onto his head as he took a careful look in the room.

There was a dent in one of the sides of the walls and a hole on the floor. The roof had dozen of spiderweb like cracks with a few pebbles falling.

Most of the damage was done by him but the one on the roof was probably done by the teachers.

"Teachers, thank you for your hospitality."

Dean made sure to leave that comment before quickly running out of the room, afraid of the repercussion it may make.

The odd behavior Dean showcased caused the two teachers to become suspicious and also pay attention to their room.

Realizing the damage they had done they started to point the fingers at each other.

"I'm pretty damn sure it was all due to your Martial Will. Last time you nearly suffocated the suspect because of your ignorance."

"Listen here old man, I know you still don't know how to properly Wind Magic."

Giving up at the vicious words, the teacher spoke

"fifty fifty split?"

The other teacher sighed in regret as he agreed.

Their paychecks would be receiving a heavy fine.