The banquet hall was in an uproar because of Cyril's words. The guilt that had just risen in their hearts was blown away like dust by the wind, and a smug and arrogant smile appeared on their faces again.
Yes, why should they give money to those lowly and vile fellows? They were just the vermin of Chaos City.
Although Luna had wrapped those fellows up with a sad and touching story, in the end, what did the lives of those homeless children who cursed them behind their backs and even had designs on them have to do with them?
Cyril listened to those approving words and gazes, and the smile on his face became even more smug.
Class was insurmountable. In Chaos City, these merchants in the banquet hall were the highest class.
They were standing here, and their children were receiving the best education in Chaos School.
After they graduated, some of them would become honorable knights and magic casters, and most of them would inherit their family properties and continue to maintain their noble status and that superior class.
Cyril was the representative of this class. Ever since he could remember, he knew that he was destined to be completely different from ordinary people in this life. That was a boundary that could not be crossed.
And those lowly and vile homeless children, what right did they have to study in the same school as the sons of nobles? What right did they have to leave that class?
If they all became knights and magic casters, who would continue to work for them? How could they show off their noble status in the luxurious carriages?
Although those shabbily dressed fellows squatting in the streets and alleys did not look very likable, those pairs of envious eyes were the easiest way for them to gain pleasure.
Cyril knew what these merchants were thinking, because he was thinking the same thing.
Therefore, he knew that he had said the right thing at the right time, and successfully attracted the attention of the entire banquet hall. He had won back some ground from Gloria.
That was what these merchants were thinking.
"If the merchants only think about how to make money, and not give back to Chaos City, what's the use of keeping them?" Michael had already stood up, and was holding the railing of the VIP seats with an expressionless face.
Geoffrey's lips moved, but he still did not say anything. He looked at Cyril with a cold gaze.
"How did this guy become the successor of Family Moreton with his intellect? In comparison, Miss Gloria seems to be more intelligent. She might become a good opponent in the future. " Scheer took a glance at Cyril, and shook his head with a mocking smile. His gaze then fell on Gloria, who was wearing a blue dress, and his gaze became quite sharp, as if he were a cheetah that had discovered its prey.
Luna looked at Cyril, looked at the mocking smiles on their faces, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
She had imagined many outcomes, but when these seemingly polite merchants tore off their disguises, it still made her shudder. She didn't even know how to deal with them.
"Bastard! You're talking nonsense! They were not scum! They are all my little friends! They are all very smart! "
Amy opened her arms and stood in front of Luna. She looked at Cyril with a serious expression on her face. Two small balls of fire and ice flames were slowly dancing in her palms.
"Oh, little friends?" Cyril looked at Amy. This little brat was as disgusting as her father. He sneered and said, "So, you were once a vagrant on the streets? You also received charity from others? Is that why you are so uncultured as to call me a bastard and show off your fireballs? Is your father a boorish chef who only knows how to cook? "
Some of the guests burst into laughter upon hearing this. Even though Mag had displayed a lot of potential and had a powerful background, there was still a significant gap between him and Cyril. As such, it wasn't a difficult decision to make.
"Are you laughing at my father?" Amy raised her head and asked with a serious expression.
"Laughing? Maybe. "Cyril shrugged, and the smile on his face became more exaggerated.
"Then … you can die." Amy raised her hand, and the red flames and blue flames in her palms instantly soared. The hot temperature and extreme coldness descended at the same time, and the surrounding guests subconsciously retreated.
"Protect Young Master Cyril!" The guards in charge of the banquet were shocked and quickly rushed in this direction.
Cyril was also given a fright, and he reflexively stumbled back a couple of steps. He looked at the dancing flames and ice flames, and calmed himself down as he chuckled coldly, "I'm standing right here! Hit me if you want!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a lotus formed by the fusion of ice flames and flames flew towards him and appeared in front of him in a flash.
Cyril's eyes widened. It was a bright lotus, as if it was carved by a craftsman, but the terrifying energy contained in it made him feel despair.
The banquet guards were not far away, but these knights couldn't block him before the lotus landed on him.
Camilla, who had the power to save him, was standing to the side with a smile while hugging the black cat. City Lord Michael held the railing with both hands, and had no intention of intervening.
Shock and panic appeared on the faces of the guests, and a large empty space appeared behind Cyril. No one dared to believe that such a scene would appear at the mid-year banquet of the Aden Chamber of Commerce.
If Cyril died, how would the banquet end?
This thought flashed through the minds of countless people at the same time, and it was an unimaginable result.
At this moment, a foot in a shiny black leather shoe landed on Cyril's butt. Cyril, who was rooted to the spot, was sent flying like a cannonball. His face rubbed against the smooth and flat floor for a few meters before his face stopped.
The speed of the ice and fire lotus suddenly decreased, and then it exploded behind Cyril.
Just like that, the luxurious red and green robe was blown into pieces, revealing a greyish-black butt, and a somewhat shameful wail.
"Young Master Cyril, there are some requests that you can't casually make to children. My Amy is so obedient, and if you ask her to hit you, she definitely won't refuse. You'll be teaching children the wrong things." Meg withdrew the leg that was in the midst of the side kick, and reached out to block the stinging scene for Amy. He looked at Cyril, who was wrapping the tablecloth that the guards had draped over him tightly with grief and indignation, and shook his head. "Furthermore, a person's education isn't determined by their social class or wealth. For example, you, who are full of trash and casually judge a group of people as trash, jumped up because a child called you a bad guy. Your education is really amazing."
"I'll donate 10% of the ice cream shop's income to Teacher Luna's foundation. What she does is true education," Meg said calmly as he swept his gaze across everyone present.
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