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It seemed that the military head still knew some things about him and even his family, but from the looks of it, he was absolutely not willing to reveal them. Could it be that these were the secrets that his father mentioned to him when he grew up? Carrying these questions, Werther didn't show any surprise on his face. He also casually asked, "Since that's the case, does the dean have any other orders?"

Lord Vicomte Vitellore, I hope you will study hard in the academy in the future, and not drop out of school as you wish. After all, you are the future star of the empire assigned by His Majesty, and I hope you understand." If you have any violations of the rules, the school will definitely punish you accordingly, so don't have any luck. "" I don't want to be involved in any kind of crime. "" No, no. If there's nothing else, you can go out.

Werther smiled wryly in his heart. "This old fogey is really an experienced one in the government, changing his attitude faster than flipping a book!" However, he answered meticulously, "Yes, Headmaster. I understand now." Salute, and leave. "Looks like James has yet to tell him the truth. Sigh, the chess game played by His Majesty is too big, too big!" If I go down well, I'll naturally go to a new world. But if I go down badly, hehe, then the entire Klein Empire will just be destroyed. No matter what, I'll always follow His Majesty. Oh, asshole! In the future, only Werther will be able to protect him. If not, I have to think of a way to make him agree! "

Werther was overwhelmed by the strange talk of the Duke of Lundas, but he also knew that his father must have hidden something from him for his own good. He didn't want him to be hurt, and when he thought the time was right, he would naturally tell him, so although he was confused, he didn't take it to heart. From then on, Werther obediently went to the Military Academy every day to study various courses. Fortunately, the school turned on the green light for him, allowing him to return home to rest after school.

After coming to the Military Academy, Werther once again experienced the effects of celebrity. There were people pointing fingers everywhere he went. Some were even rubbing their hands together, eager to challenge him. After being found the opportunity to be beaten up by Werther and several other recognized experts, he no longer dared to challenge himself. In the face of the unknown challenge, courage was the only thing he had the courage to face, and in the face of the unbeatable challenge, he was the most foolish of them all. Therefore, Werther firmly sat on the throne of the top expert in the Military Academy, and there was a period of silence.

The Imperial Military Academy specialized in the training of military personnel, mainly teaching military theory and leading skills. Although it valued the physical fitness of its students as well as the cultivation of their magic qi a lot, it was not comparable to the dedicated schools of the Magic Martial Academy. Werther went to school here and learned how to fight, how to lead troops, how to use tricks, how to obey orders. It was a boring but interesting experience for him.

Most of them were descendants of real soldiers. Some of them were veterans of the military, and some simply wanted to succeed the father, while others simply sacrificed their lives. According to the laws of the empire, if they wanted, they could go to the military academy to enjoy a free military education. Of course, these children could only end up in the army, in the battlefield. In every era, in every country, there would be a group of people who would be willing to sacrifice their lives and blood for their country and their people without any regrets. They were just soldiers.

Werther also deeply felt this in the academy's life. To be honest, aside from his outstanding skills, his knowledge of military matters wasn't much better than others. It was just because of his outstanding memory, he studied as much as he could, so his grades were one of the top among his peers. As for the Minister of the Left's precious grandson, it could only be described as a tragic sight.

However, what was unexpected was that Henry's two followers had good grades. Werther could only attribute this to their father being a militant after all. He also had some family heirloom. Speaking of which, ever since Werther killed a bronze-armored warrior at the banquet, Henry no longer dared to provoke him. Every time he saw him, he would circle around him in the distance. Werther was amused by this and did not intend to beat a drowning dog to death. After all, the cultivators of the Daoist Sect would not offend him and he would not offend them.

However, that thought quickly changed. On this day, Werther finished his basic military theory class and returned home in high spirits. Suddenly, he heard a burst of low laughter coming from a corner nearby, filled with pride and vulgarity. Curious, he slowly walked over and heard Henry's voice, "That's right, you do your job well. Listen to the young master, I will continue to reward you with a few coins, and I will even hire a doctor to treat your half-dead mother. But if you anger me, I will make your family suffer!" Also, the little bastard from the Roland family seems to be having a good time recently. Keep an eye on him and notify me immediately if he makes any movements! "Did you hear that!?"

He saw the three of them standing in a corner, a man squatting on the floor with his back to him, doing something. When he looked closely, he saw that the man was cleaning Henry's shoes with a rag. This person wore the uniform of the academy, so he should be a student. Werther turned his eyes and guessed most of the things he wanted to say. He walked in with a smile and said, "Aiyo, isn't this Young Master Henry?" What a coincidence, I actually met you here. Ever since the banquet that day, I really wanted to let out a long sigh and spar with you. Right, has the funeral of that Bronze Warrior been settled? Do you want me to compensate you with some money? "

The moment Werther appeared, the expressions of Henry's group of three changed. Henry immediately smiled and said, "It's Young Master Werther, we still have things to do. Let's go first, let's go first." "You lowly commoner, get out of my way, you're blocking my way!" He raised his leg and kicked the man into the air. A few steps later, he was about to jump out of the alley. How could Werther let him? He stretched out his hand and smiled, "Young Master Henry, why are you in such a hurry to leave? To be honest, I really admire you! "How about this, how about I invite the three of you to my house tonight?" With a bitter face, Henry dared not make a move and could only smile apologetically. "Young Master Werther, you, you, this, we have no time today, my grandfather is still waiting for me. I'm sorry, I have to go home. " He lowered his head and was about to drill through.

Werther put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Master Henry, you seem to have forgotten something, don't you?" As a noble, if others serve you, how can you not pay? If the news got out, the grandson of the Minister of the Left would actually deduct someone's wages. That would be hard to listen to, wouldn't it? " Henry laughed bitterly, "Yes! "Yes!" He took out three gold coins and threw it at the man's feet. Werther sneered, "Are you trying to get rid of the beggar? Since I've taken action in this matter, why don't you give me some money to pay for it? " Hunter scolded himself, "Who dares to ask for money, and even charges a fee! That damned bastard!

Gritting his teeth, he took out a purse and handed it over to Werther. Werther shook his head, which was worth more than a hundred gold coins. He smiled and said, "Young Master Henry is so rich, you can casually take out a hundred gold coins. My monthly allowance is only ten silver coins." "Thank you, all right, you can go." Henry's group of three ran away dejectedly. After running for over a hundred meters, they suddenly turned around and shouted, "Roland, you bastard! Bullying me because I'm strong! Just you wait! See how my grandpa will take care of you! " He sped up his escape.

Werther shook his head. Mance methodically picked up a small pebble and put it in his palm. Suddenly, he flicked his finger, and the pebble cut through the air, almost hitting the corner of Henry's leg in an instant. Werther smiled, only to see that person turn around, and walk past him without even looking at the three gold coins on the ground.

He was a very delicate and pretty boy, even a little thin. His eyes were filled with suppressed anger as Werther said, "Wait." He handed the purse to him. "Henry gave this to you. Take it." The youth was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "You stole it from him, I don't want it." He took a step forward and left. "I can see that you have a deep-seated hatred towards Henry, but you still have your mother, so you don't dare disobey him. That's why you're willing to serve him as a lowly servant. Even if these gold coins are a little compensation to you, why don't you accept them?" The young man turned around, gritted his teeth and said, "You are right! I hate Henry, but I hate you too! I hate all your nobles! Why did you guys have everything when you were born, even the elders of the future would pave the way for you, but me! I was born into a civilian family. Although I wasn't rich, I was happy because I had a happy family. But war! The damn war took my father's life! My mother was sick, too, and I? To live, I had to come to this damned place and learn about those damned wars and the things that killed my father! Damn war! Damn nobles! Yes, I've been insulted by Henry, and he doesn't even think of me as a human being, but I hate you even more! I hate you looking down at me from above, as if you are a god, to save me! "Now you are satisfied!" The youth's expression was ferocious. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away without even turning his head back.