Brando could not believe his ears.
"I'm fired? I'm actually fired? " Brando, who was sitting on the floor, had no more strength left. He laid on the floor of the hotel lobby, his unfocused eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
After being disqualified from the Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy, he was still a noble, but he had become a laughing stock among the nobles.
He was not the eldest son of the family, and according to the inheritance laws of Stormwind City and the Arasuo Empire, he could not inherit his father's title. There were only two ways for the nobles to climb up the ranks: they could either be conferred with military merits or climb up the ranks in other ways.
Stormwind City was located in the south of the Eastern Continent of Azeroth, close to the west coast, and to the north was a mountain that could not be developed. Only the Elven Forest, which surrounded Stormwind City in a half-moon shape in the south and east, was the most ideal fiefdom.
Unfortunately, after thousands of years, the Elven Forest, which was the heart of Stormwind City, no longer had any spare land to accommodate more nobles. To the southwest of Stormwind City was the barren Western Wilderness, further south was the dark and gloomy Twilight Forest, and further east was the barren Redridge Mountains.
For the nobles who were greedy for pleasure, no matter which direction they went, it was a godforsaken place. Once they obtained military merits, if they wanted to become a real noble with a fiefdom, then they would have to go in these three directions and suffer in those bitter cold places.
So conferring a noble title was not a good idea.
It was not easy to climb up the ranks either. The military was firmly controlled by Anduin Lothar. As the last descendant of Thoradin The Great, and one of King Laing's childhood playmates, Lothar's position in the military was not something any noble could shake.
It could be said that the nobles could not even insert a needle into the military.
As for the position of internal affairs, even if the Brando family wanted to promote him, they would only promote his brother, not Phame Brando.
It was not an exaggeration to say that Brando's current position was purely because of his talent as a wizard.
Now, he was sentenced to death by a single sentence from Old Man Norton.
Do you think Brando will go crazy!?
After a short moment of confusion, his gaze that seemed to have materialized and was filled with killing intent and endless resentment first landed on Old Norton. In the next second, Phame Brando shifted his target in fear and looked at Duque's back.
"Beep. You've sensed the hostility of your nemesis, Phame Brando. Your reputation in the Brando family will forever be [Deadly Enemy]! "
Duque snorted coldly at the system elf's prompt. He thought to himself, "Don't think that killing me will be so easy to forget." You want to kill me, I want to kill you too. I don't believe that I, who can be resurrected, can't win against a small Brando family. Let's see who has the last laugh.
Thinking about it was just thinking. Without knowing how to replenish his moral integrity, oh, human nature, Duque would not waste his precious moral integrity to fight a small Brando family. Duque would not do such a stupid thing.
Since he had offended Phame Brando so much that even his hatred had solidified, there was no point in trying to reconcile. Even when he walked out of the hotel, Duque still held his head high.
The crowd around him was whispering. Duque could not hear it clearly, but he did not care. It was not until he sat in the carriage that Old Man Norton had prepared that he realized that things had changed greatly.
He slapped Brando twice, but he did not hear any applause or cheers. As the precious son of the local lord, no one dared to openly cheer for him. However, when the carriage passed by, Duque was shocked to find that many people quietly approached him, gave him a smile, and then handed him a variety of local specialties.
A few eggs, a basket of potatoes, or a box of bacon … The villagers' thoughts were so simple and honest that it made Duque's throat choke.
Ever since he was born, he had lived for 18 years. He had not done anything bad, but he had not done anything good either. Suddenly being worshiped as a little hero, Duque felt strange.
Just as Duque was about to say something, he suddenly remembered the system notification.
"Congratulations, you have received the gratitude of the people of Northshire Abbey. Your reputation in Northshire Abbey is [Respect]. Due to unknown reasons, your humanity has been slightly restored, and your humanity has increased by 1%. Your current Soul Energy is 98%, and your humanity is 94%. "
This … this … this … could it be that doing good deeds and gaining the recognition of the people could restore my moral integrity?
For a moment, Duque was a little dazed. He suddenly thought of many things. Just like in the game, reputation was a very important thing. He did not expect that after transmigrating, reputation was just as important.
It was only when he boarded the carriage that old man Norton prepared, and was in a daze that Duque came back to his senses.
Hell, the carriage in this era was definitely a luxury for ordinary people, but for a transmigrator like Duque who was used to smooth asphalt roads and comfortable cars with springs, it was a torture.
After boarding the carriage, the atmosphere changed again. The three apprentices obediently sat in a row opposite old man Norton. The damned old man took out a pipe from nowhere, and blew smoke rings out of the window in front of the three little ones.
"Little fellows, I, this old man, was once as young and vigorous as you all. Although I agree with your actions from the bottom of my heart, unfortunately, there is a piece of news that I have to tell you. You are in big trouble. "
Darnielle and Itana's expressions changed instantly. At first, they almost subconsciously stood beside Duque, but after the excitement passed, fear rose from the bottom of their hearts.
They had offended the nobles. Although their status as apprentices could temporarily make them forget about this matter, as long as they did not become official mages, they and their families would be at risk of being threatened by the nobles.
Old man Norton continued, "Duque, these two are not you. In the world of mages, we pay attention to equivalent exchange. Our Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy is not just a Dalajan that explores the truth of magic. Here, every lesson has to be paid. And every necessities of learning magic, every spell that you want to learn, you have to pay for it with your own money. "
At this point, Darnielle and Itana's faces were already showing signs of distress.
Duque spoke, "May I ask, how did the previous apprentices of the Magic Academy be dealt with?"
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