The servant slowly stood with an aggrieved look on his face. He wasn't weak by any stretch. If he was, he would have never been chosen as a servant for the second young master of the Ragnor clan. Yet, he was still sent flying in such a casual fashion.
When the younger generation of the God Clan saw this seen, their faces couldn't help but twist with displeasure. Killing intent rose in the air as the crowd whispered.
"Who is that kid…?"
The murmurs of the spectators remained hush. They had already been walking on pins and needles ever since they realized the identity
Elof and Ace stood, the anger clear on their faces. They didn't care for the servant or the money. But, the slap to their faces it entailed couldn't be tolerated.
Dyon didn't seem to notice their rage as he continued to merrily eat along with Madeleine.
BANG!
