Life As A Servant 74 Chapter 74 : Dean

Bin returned next to them and remained standing like a pillar, his face expressionless and his lips tightly shut, neither commenting on the ba.n.a.l conversation of the couple or mocking Cara's 'quiet' whispering, which was actually idiotic thoughts she dared to brazenly say.

Shortly after, Melissa came and gracefully sat next to Cara, coming up with a believable excuse for her empty hands and the absence of any kind of dessert.

The rest of the breakfast pause was boring as h.e.l.l so further description shall be omitted. Bin followed Jasmine to the next cla.s.s and was told to wait outside when the teacher arrived. Fortunately, the students in this academy don't study all day and this was her last cla.s.s of the day. It should end in 90 minutes so Bin roamed the campus again, his hands behind his head as he strolled around, his stomach started to release unpleasant sounds of hunger.

His lonely stroll was prematurely interrupted by a lively youth who blocked Bin. The student had blond hair and, unlike all the other students, wore dandy clothes. Who else could it besides Aldren, the self-proclaimed friend of Bin. This person was really an enigma, and, for some reason, Melissa disliked him and seemed to be awfully cautious of him. He looked and behaved like any rich second-generation young master, furthermore, he's in love with Cara, a deranged girl blinded by her social status.

Truthfully, Bin really wanted to know what's going on inside Aldren's head, what made him love such a girl. Nevertheless, despite his over-energetic att.i.tude, Aldren was a helpful person who aided Bin at the banquet and even introduced him to Ann. Though he didn't want to outwardly admit it, Bin felt grateful to this foolish-looking guy.

"Wa.s.sup my dude!"

Aldren patted Bin's shoulders while flas.h.i.+ng a wide smile. He wore an expensive-looking white suit with a red rose carefully put on his chest's pocket.

"Don't you have cla.s.s?"

Hearing such a question, Aldren scoffed at Bin's words: "Pft! Cla.s.s? That's just for beginners. I'll only attend if it's Professor Elliot's cla.s.s, all the rest are useless for me."

While studying Bin's face, he added: "There are many other fun things to do."
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"Is that so?" Bin eyed him suspiciously, beginning to convince himself that Aldren may not be a student of this academy. However, Jasmine clearly told him that Aldren was an old student and has been pursuing Cara for at least a year.

This time, the blond youth didn't reply and instead, very abruptly dragged Bin to the side and forcing him to duck with him. The two hid behind a relatively big tree, one of them was peeking from the side, trying to make sure that no one was here.

Bin attempted to talk but Aldren, with a pleading look, signaled him to keep his silence. A few seconds later, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes appeared on the path next to the cl.u.s.ter of trees. He had a thick black beard and a robust, threatening body. The man looked around, making sure that no one was here before heading off.

Only after one full minute pa.s.sed after his the man's disappearance did Aldren let a long breath of inhaled air, his face a little flushed. As the dandy youth looked at Bin, he found the latter giving him a face that demanded an immediate explanation.

"That's the dean… he doesn't like slacking hahaha" He scratched his head while giving an unsatisfactory explanation.

"What does your slacking have to do with me? You could've hidden alone."

Aldren pondered for a moment before nodding to himself. Bin's words made sense but since the blondie was tense, he a.s.sumed the former was a student.

While tapping his clothes and getting rid of the few leaves stuck on his collar, Bin slowly stood up and returned to the path.

"W-wait… is he still there?"

Aldren asked, not daring to go outside unless his safety is guaranteed.

"No one is here, stop acting like that."

Only after Bin's confirmation did Aldren reluctantly leave, his head turned left and right, carefully inspecting the empty campus. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth once everything was over.

The dandy young master quickly returned to his liveliness as he wrapped his hand around Bin's shoulder and said

"Now, let's go have some fun."

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In the suburbs of Florence(Italy), a group of masked men were chasing after an agile figure that jumped from one roof to another. They all used special power and were trying to capture their target alive, unfortunately, the task was much harder than they expected.

After a long chase, they cornered the fast fleeing figure, each one of them readying their weapon and pointing it at the target. The victim was actually a girl with long hair as black as ink, her face was unusually pale and her eyes were abyssal, sucking anything that looks at them.

The blood falling from her hand suddenly changed, transforming into a long sword that cut the rough ground. Without waiting for them, she jumped at their opponents, slas.h.i.+ng and swinging the blood sword around, uncaring about their painful cries or the limbless bodies scattered all around her.

Five minutes later, she managed to dispose of all sixteen pursuers but was injured in the process. After ascertaining that all of them were dead, she turned around and swiftly left, the blood sword on her hand returning back to its liquefied form.

Several hours later, the girl successfully left the city and hid in a small forest utterly void of animals or humans. She found an abandoned and half-destroyed shack which she took a temporary shelter. With rough breathing, she sat on the ground and slowly removed her tight black clothes and the countless bandages wrapped around her four limbs.

Shockingly, her skin was covered in black marks, just like Bin, however, her case seemed to be much more advanced. The girl didn't seem to mind her blackened body as she checked her chest, exactly where her heart was.

Upon a closer look, you would see a scarlet spider net formed from solidified blood and, in its center, there was some sort of a red gem, beating on the same rhythm as her heart. She gritted her teeth and tightly closed her mouth, trying to block a mouthful of blood but her attempt was futile as she ended up puking several mouthfuls, dying the wooden floor b.l.o.o.d.y red.