“Great, well done! Go Edward-senpai!”
“As expected of Edward-senpai, he easily accomplished what we couldn’t.”
“That was an exhilarating match, truly a spectacular performance!”
“Kaleid-senpai is indeed a model for the third years.
His fencing moves and posture are elegant yet respectful, showing mutual courtesy and respect for the opponent.
This is something others could learn for a lifetime.”
What a joke, learn for a lifetime.
The fight below the stage was a mess, and the cheers from above were just as nonsensical.
You’re telling me this is an exhilarating and spectacular match? This is clearly a ballroom dance, and with two guys, it’s just an eyesore!
Looking around, everyone in the audience except Mo Li was cheering, which was absurd.
Heavens, are there no normal people in the noble district? And those two on stage, please stop fighting, you’re not going to hurt anyone like this.
“Huff huff… As expected of Edward, you have some of my flair from back in the day, but this is far from enough!”
“So this is the ‘third-year student’ Kaleid-senpai? But I won’t lose to you! Let me show you my resolve over the years!”
The two on stage were like the protagonists and rivals in a hot-blooded manga, shouting slogans loudly, yet they kept repeating the same moves without even tearing their clothes.
Come on, stop shouting, the shouting is more intense than the fighting, no matter how much they shout, they can’t summon a Stand.
Forget about a fierce battle, these two have been at it for so long without even messing up their hairstyles, and their ties are perfectly neat.
What is this? You can fight, but your hairstyle must remain intact, right?
In fact, the nobles in these small places fight like this.
These rural nobles without titles don’t even have the bloodline to speak of.
They find practical knight swordsmanship too crude to learn, and they aren’t qualified to learn noble magical blood curses, so they only learn some flashy etiquette swordsmanship.
On the field, they can only perform.
Mo Li, who is practical-minded, couldn’t stand it, but the small nobles of the same level as them were enjoying it, even calling it professional.
Sera above, this is a fight, can you be serious?
Mo Li now felt like dragging those two awkward dancers off the stage and giving them a good beating, to show them what life-and-death combat and a societal beatdown really are.
After holding back for half an hour without making a comment, the match finally ended, with Edward exhausted and forced to concede, allowing Kaleid to advance.
“As expected of you, senpai, indeed, I still have much to learn.” Edward bowed, full of emotion, as if he had received earnest teachings from his senior.
“No need to be modest, your basic swordsmanship is solid, and you have exceptional talent.
Surpassing me in the future won’t be difficult.” Kaleid stood with his hands behind his back, speaking earnestly, as if he were a sage.
The mutual appreciation between masters is often the most memorable and touching, and indeed, all the nobles present were moved, except for Mo Li, who sat silently.
This world is too crazy.
Maybe he’s the only clown in this world, or perhaps everyone in this world is a clown.
Alright, after watching this match, Mo Li felt so out of sorts that he ended up eating seven plates of roast meat, five plates of roast lamb legs, and thirteen skewers of vegetable and fruit skewers for lunch.
“So Mo Li, did watching the nobles’ match shake your confidence?” After the meal, Count Norma chatted with Mo Li.
“…No.” Not only did it not, but his confidence was even more inflated.
“That’s good, remember, participation is key.
There are very few people your age with such remarkable skills.” Clearly, Mr. Norma had no idea about the quality of the nobles in the Minster Viscount’s territory.
If he saw their fighting style, he might directly question if the Viscount’s territory was beyond saving.
Just by watching a few matches, Mo Li felt that he probably had this competition in the bag.
Even if there were a few with stronger skills, they were definitely not his match.
Without bloodlines on either side, those pampered and spoiled nobles were no match for Mo Li, who had lived two lives and danced on the edge of life and death in the frontier.
Barlow probably only relied on the treasures passed down in his family.
However, this didn’t make Mo Li look down on nobles.
This only reflected the quality of the nobles in the Minster Viscount’s territory, which couldn’t even be called rural, and didn’t represent the entire Papal State.
For example, the Papal State’s Princess Emilia, who almost gave him a psychological shadow, was a noble who was worlds apart from these people.
She was someone Mo Li couldn’t take advantage of even with his age and experience.
The polarization between nobles with bloodlines and those without is significant.
The Papal State has many elites, and those who can take on major responsibilities are definitely geniuses among geniuses.
However, the so-called high ceiling and low floor mean that the powerful nobles are outstanding across the entire Tain continent.
As for the weak ones… well, they’re probably like Barlow, who relies on his family’s status and is good for nothing but eating, drinking, and gambling.
In short, as long as the nobles he faces don’t have bloodlines, Mo Li is confident.
“Uncle Norma, why does today’s tea taste a bit strange?” Perhaps due to the care and attention from Norma, and the fact that he had no food to eat and came here every day, Mo Li’s relationship with Norma had become more familiar, and he now called him ‘Uncle Norma’ instead of the respectful ‘Count’ or ‘Lord Norma.’
“Strange? I think it tastes pretty good.” Hearing this, Norma’s mouth curled into an unconscious smile.
“It just feels like the tea is a bit bland, hmm, there’s a medicinal taste.
Is this a tonic tea?”
“Yes, you’re quite sensitive to medicine.”
“After all, I’ve studied some alchemy, so I have a sense for medicine.”
“Then guess, what tonic is added to this tea? If it’s you, you should be able to guess, right?”
“Huh? Why would I be able to guess… wait, could it be?!”
“That’s right, it’s the tonic you made for me a few days ago…”
“Poof!…” Mo Li spat out the tea in his mouth.
“Cough cough… What?! It’s the one I made for you?? But, but, that stuff is for…”
“I know, your tonic is too potent.
I had my alchemist dilute it.
Look, this is the most diluted product.
Don’t be fooled by the amount of tea, the tonic content is less than half a drop, so drinking it won’t cause discomfort, just a bit of body heat.
Hey, what’s wrong, you don’t look well?”
“…”
What he drank was the tonic he made himself, and the ingredients were…
Self-produced and self-sold?!
