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“Just a mere… second son of a viscount!”
“Something that can’t even inherit a title!”
“Get out of here; there’s no place for you!”
“This fool, can’t even fight back? Hahaha…”
The shaking image.
The mocking shadow.
The overturned bucket.
The filthy soles of shoes.
Pain, anger, numbness…
And blood.
Like a nightmare.
Like darkness.
I thought it would never end.
I thought I had already gotten used to it.
Until.
“Why don’t you fight back?”
Golden-haired and brilliant.
With a defiant gaze.
Like the sun.
“They’ve bullied you like this, why don’t you fight back?”
“Because… I’m just the second son of a viscount.”
“A viscount? Ah, I see, I understand. Then… if I give you a higher position, would you dare to fight back?”
A higher position?
Of course, I would dare.
It’s not that I can’t fight them; I just…
“Ah, I understand now. Since that’s the case…”
The golden-haired man extended his hand, “Are you willing to become my dog?”
“A dog?”
“That’s right, a dog.
I’m not very smart, and I have a bad temper. There are always some people who flatter me publicly but criticize me behind my back.
So, I need a dog, a dog that will bite wherever I point and won’t question my orders.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“In it for you?”
The golden-haired man seemed to smile.
“The benefit is that from now on, even the dogs have to listen to their master.”
“So, will you? Aemon Biandi.”
…
…
“Did you have that dream again?”
In the dim, decrepit wooden house, Aemon woke up from the wooden bed that had several big holes.
A few rays of dust-filled light shone through the gaps in the walls, faintly revealing his scruffy face, showing signs of despair and weariness.
“Am I still holding onto hope for that kind of thing?”
He got up and walked to the wall.
Staring at the portrait of the golden-haired man on the wall, his gaze momentarily blank before instantly transforming into a furious fire that seemed capable of burning everything.
“No!”
“I’ve already abandoned that kind of thought long ago!”
“All I have now is hatred!”
“I hate you, Mu’en Campbell!”
He punched the already scarred and marked tattered portrait, and with a bang, the entire small wooden house shook.
Countless dust particles fell, like rain, drowning him.
He awkwardly retracted his hand.
“Knock knock.”
A sound of knocking came from outside.
Aemon instantly became alert, cautiously approaching the door along the wall, straining his ears to listen for sounds:
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.” The voice was familiar.
Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened the door, and a skinny monkey-faced figure came into view.
“I’ve completed the tasks you assigned to me!”
Upon seeing Aemon, the monkey face exclaimed impatiently.
“Completed?”
Aemon’s eyes lit up, “Quick, let me see the results!”
“Here.”
The monkey face took out a square magical device.
With a gentle press, an image like a projection unfolded before Aemon.
Although the image was somewhat blurry and shaky due to angles and light, it was still clear that it was from a martial arts class.
Aemon leaned in, eagerly watching everything that happened in the image.
When he saw Mu’en being criticized and attacked by many people, he clapped his hands in excitement.
“Yes, that’s right, expose his facade, beat him back to his original form; no matter how he changes, he’s still that arrogant waste of a young master!
Haha, look at his face, it’s as ugly as a child who had his candy stolen!”
But as he spoke, his expression turned sad, his eyebrows drooping helplessly like a rain-soaked stray dog.
“No, no, that’s not the young master Mu’en; that’s not the young master Mu’en. If it were the young master Mu’en, he would definitely, definitely make me break the legs of those who dare say such things! He wouldn’t tolerate this.
That’s not the young master Mu’en!”
He grew angry again and smashed the magical device to pieces.
“Ah, my magic shadow projector!”
The monkey face looked at the pile of scraps on the ground with pity.
This thing wasn’t cheap; it cost him eight thousand emyr.
The monkey face gritted his teeth and looked at Aemon:
“Alright, I’ve done what I needed to do; give me the money!”
“What do you mean completed? Hasn’t Mu’en Campbell lost everything?”
“I’ve done my best. Do you know how dangerous it was for me to fan the flames among those people secretly? If I was discovered, it would be over for me! Even the student council president came, and I suspect she saw me!”
“That’s your problem!”
“What do you mean my problem? The request you made from the beginning was unreasonable, okay?
To be honest, if it weren’t for the huge gambling debt I owe recently, I wouldn’t even consider taking such a dangerous job!
To ruin Mu’en Campbell’s reputation? To expose his true colors? In the past, he didn’t need me to stir up trouble; his reputation was already in tatters.
But now, everyone knows he seems like a different person; spreading rumors is one thing, but going further is simply impossible!
Do you know? After that, he used the power of the duke’s only son to make those people back down. I thought those people were going to be skinned alive, but in the end, he just made them apologize!
Just an apology!
Those people were so scared they acted like quails, and ended up Mu’en Campbell made them bow their heads, delivering a bunch of moral lessons and letting them go.
Afterward, those people were all in tears, eager to worship Mu’en Campbell in gratitude for his mercy!
How can I continue from this?”
“Non… nonsensical!”
Aemon’s face flushed red as he shouted in anger:
“The person you’re talking about isn’t the young master Mu’en at all!”
“Have you lost your mind? One moment it’s Mu’en Campbell, the next it’s young master Mu’en?”
The monkey face shouted back:
“Just hurry up and give me the money; otherwise, I’ll make your whereabouts public! Those people and the student council are looking for you!”
“I…”
Aemon suddenly looked defeated. He reached into his pocket and fumbled for a while before finally pulling out a stack of bills.
The monkey face took the bills and counted them, his expression changing instantly.
“Only thirty thousand? Didn’t we agree on two hundred thousand?”
“I… I only have this much.”
“You’re a noble son, and you can’t even produce twenty thousand?”
“My family thinks I offended Mu’en Campbell and was abandoned by him, so…”
Aemon’s lips trembled:
“They cut off my finances.”
“Damn!”
The monkey face grabbed Aemon by the collar, “No money, then go make some. Aren’t you…”
But halfway through, he suddenly froze.
At that moment, he noticed how disheveled this once somewhat notable man in the academy had become.
“Damn.”
The monkey face violently pushed Aemon to the ground and spat on him.
“What Campbell wolf? Without the Campbell, you’re just a dog.”
Saying that, he stuffed the money into his pocket and left without looking back.
Aemon hung his head in despair, letting the spit flow down his face.
Time passed second by second, and Aemon seemed to turn into a statue.
Just then, light was suddenly obscured, and a figure hidden in a black robe appeared before him.
“Aemon Biandi.”
“Who are you?”
Aemon raised his eyes and could barely make out that beneath the wide black robe was a woman.
“Who I am isn’t important; what’s important is that I know you have always wanted to take revenge on Mu’en Campbell, who abandoned you, but you lack the courage.”
The cloaked person took out a bottle of magic potion and placed it in front of Aemon, her tone enticing:
“And I can help you.”
