“They say that birds of a feather flock together.” Heo Myeong-Hwi laughed in anger.0

“One threatens my life, while the other insults me… I am your S-class elder. You little idiots really have no manners and no sense.” His sneer deepened as he spat out his cigar and crushed it under his feet. “I expected nothing more from an uneducated orphan.”0

Heo Myeong-Hwi had naturally investigated all the students accompanying Kang Jae-Hyeok to the World Tree Outskirts. With the Association’s network, it had taken but a word to have Do-Jin’s and the others’ files on his desk. 0

“Who is an orphan? Jae-Hyeok’s father is alive and well!” Do-Jin shouted.1

“Who? That would be you. How amusing. Baek Do-Jin, a second-year student of Lion’s Castle, actually needs me to repeat myself.” Heo Myeong-Hwi laughed, his belly and chin fat shaking like waves.3

Elder Gu Suk narrowed his eyes. “Is it good to win an argument with a child? In the first place, have you no shame? It was you who provoked their words.”0

“And what about you?” Heo Myeong-Hwi tilted his head at Elder Gu Suk. “Speaking of age, I am young enough to be your son. So why are you arguing with me? You talk of shame, but you even remember what it is? You’ve retired...2