Chapter 210 Fake Monks

Chapter 210 Fake Monks On hearing Leon's explanation, Lyrian was still unsatisfied. He didn't like the idea that a simple thing such as status could be used in such a way, where robbing people in broad daylight was accepted. In fact, he saw it as a flaw with how Anaviotis ran things.

"Hand over the damn Riftstones already!" the arrogant brat screamed, suddenly becoming angry.

"W-Wait!" the man said, his tone nervous. He knew that if he made a wrong move here and offended the young student of the academy in front of him, his family would face dire consequences.

"Wait? For what? Are you going to make a starving monk wait just for your own selfish needs!?" the kid barked, smirking slightly as his two other friends quietly chuckled. Lyrian gazed closely at the middle-aged man and couldn't help but feel bad. He reminded him of his own father.

Just then, the man switched his gaze over to the side, looking at a lone girl in the crowd with teary red eyes, holding a torn-up teddy bear. She breathed shakily in fear as she watched what was happening.

Lyrian saw the man looking at this girl and assumed some things, but these assumptions were quickly verified by the middle-aged man's next words.

"I have a family... I can't give you my Riftstones..." the man said with a voice resembling that of a scared whisper, as his eyes also began to moisten. He was thinking about his daughter, who was witnessing this from the crowd.

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"A civilian can't fight back, since they have less status. But, I'm not a civilian." Lyrian began taking a step forward, as Leon suddenly blocked him with an arm cast out to the side.

Lyrian looked at Leon, slightly confused, but still adamant. "Don't try to stop me. I've already made up my mind. That fool is tasting the floor," he said, but Leon had a worthy response.

"Trust me. You don't want to fight him," he said as Lyrian raised an eyebrow. Seeing this, Leon quickly followed up. "I'm not saying you would lose to him in a fight, but there are two things you gotta consider here. Firstly, the brat's probably been associated with some sort of religious group long before the academy. He might even already be a part of the Religious Sector within the school. If they are as corrupt as him, they won't stop until you are expelled from the academy."

Leon said, forcing Lyrian to think about his decision a little more. Alten added on to this. "In the Religious Sector of Anaviotis, there are many different separate institutions. Of course, based on the different religions. I don't know if some are corrupt, but I do know that it is a powerful sector within the academy. The Religious Sector Leader is one of the heads of the school."

Hearing this from Alten, Lyrian turned towards Leon and said, "What's the second thing? You only told me the first one..."

Leon didn't waste any time answering. He flicked his chin up, gesturing for Lyrian to look forward. "The second thing is... there are already people doing your job for you," Leon smirked slightly, as Lyrian saw a group of three kids break through the circle of people and approach the robed kids.

A few astonished gasps reverberated through the crowd as the three made their way toward the clowns. Out of the three, one stood out most. He was walking in front, a head full of semi-short, very light-blonde hair, and an angry expression on his face.

"You fools again? How many times are you going to do this to civilians!? Don't you understand that the people who you terrorize are the foundation of this entire academy!?" the kid yelled, a circle pendant dangling from his neck. The same pendant was also on his two friends.

The arrogant 'monk' saw the blonde-haired boy and quickly let the middle-aged man return to his daughter. They left immediately.

"N-N-Nevin! I didn't see you there!" the brat spoke with a nervous tone, which was a bit surprising.

"To think you are even a part of the Religious Sector... it's a disgrace," as the boy addressed Nevin, his two accomplices quickly dashed forward and swiftly knocked out the two 'monks' next to the main culprit.

The brat looked to his sides, noticing his friends had been taken out in an instant. "I-Im sorry! This won't happen again," he said, quickly disappearing into the ground.

Nevin tsked, shaking his head as he looked at the ground. After a few seconds, he raised his gaze toward the crowd.

"My deepest apologies. Please don't forget that you are very important to us students, even though some idiots think otherwise. May the blessings of Lord Gaia be with you," he said, as the crowd quickly dispersed back to its usual flow state.

Lyrian took a deep breath and then exhaled, allowing all the anger in his body to dissipate. The threat was now gone, so there wasn't any reason to allow it to affect him anymore. Instead, he just shrugged it off.

Suddenly, he saw the blonde-haired kid walking toward him. This confused him. Nevin neared 10 feet from Lyrian before beginning to speak.

"I saw what you tried there. You are brave... Lyrian, right?" The boy put out a hand to shake.

"I'm Nevin, a devout follower of Lord Gaia," the boy presented a bright smile. Lyrian stuck his hand out as well and shook it with Nevin's.

"Right now, I don't follow any god. I barely know any of 'em. But, it's nice to meet you," Lyrian said as a greeting gesture. Hearing this, Nevin didn't hesitate to reply. Closing his eyes in a grin, he spoke.

"If that is the case, then follow Lord Gaia, the creator

of the heavens and earth," Nevin said before walking away. Lyrian didn't really know what to think of him...

"An odd guy," Alten spoke, tilting his head to the side to see Nevin erase into the crowd.

"An odd guy indeed... anyways, where's that Battle Forge shop?"