Ch 3 - The never ending humiliation
There is flat land halfway up the Red Reed Peak. The land is hundreds of acres large, and there are small houses built with red bricks above ground. In the Red Reed Peak, this is the home of the 600 servant disciples.
It's afternoon, and all the servant disciples are free. They gathered in small groups in an open space in front of the houses. Some talked, some held jars and ate big mouthfuls, and some were topless, smearing herbs on their bodies.
Suddenly, an exclamation attracted everyone's attention, "Amadeus has returned from visiting his parents!"
As they heard the name, their focus turned towards the road. They saw Amadeus walking; they gazed down to check the bag he was holding in his hand.
Amadeus ignored them. His eyes are completely focused on one person. He is a tall and sturdy man with a pair of sinister triangular eyes. He is Marcus with an arrogant temperament.
Amadeus raised his eyebrows. He is frowning. He gritted his teeth so hard that cracking sounds could be heard. His fists are tightly clenched together, and the veins on his face are bulging. It is indescribably frightening!
It's him! The reason why he had fallen into such a predicament was all because of him!
Amadeus could not bear his overbearing behavior. He held a grudge against Amadeus until now, and he'd made things difficult for Amadeus time and time again with malicious intent. He had trampled on Amadeus's so many times that Amadeus lost his focus and could not practise his swordfight technique for days. Just three months ago, Amadeus was capable of taking ten swordsmen at a time. But today, he could barely fight in one-on-one combat. If not for this, his father would not have given up on the upper-class Pneuma Invigorating Pill he used to break through. Amadeus wished he could skin this man standing in front of him alive and pull out his tendons!
However, the rationality in his heart warned him to endure!
Marcus is the indisputable number one person in Red Reed Peak. He had already stepped into the Fourth Empyrean Stage a year ago, and his combat techniques were unfathomable. He had hopes of passing the Bronze Warriors' Lane this year and breaking through to the Knighthood of the order. For Marcus, killing Amadeus is like snapping his fingers.
If there is a fight, then it's highly possible that Amadeus will get humiliated.
"It is never too late for a gentleman to get his revenge!" Amadeus glared at Marcus and suppressed the anger in his heart. He turned around and started walking towards his room.
"What a large package! It looks like your parents brought you a lot of good stuff this time. Bring it over for me to take a look!" MARCUS glanced at Amadeus with a playful look, then waved at a sturdy young man behind him.
On the empty ground, many of the servant disciples showed gloating expressions. "Yes!"
Numitor responded by walking towards Amadeus with a hideous smile. His eyes are filled with fierceness, like a wolf staring at its delicious prey. It makes people panic!
"Numitor, what do you want to do?" Amadeus's voice was slightly trembling, and there was a trace of fear in it. In the past three months, as one of Marcus' lackeys, Numitor had bullied him a lot.
"Didn't you hear what he said? Bring me the bag! " Numitor looked down at Amadeus from above. The situation looks like a cat toying with a mouse.
"This was given to me by my parents. Why should I give it to you? " Amadeus held the bag tightly in his arms.
When Numitor heard this, he raised his sandbag-sized fist and glared at Amadeus fiercely. "Why should you? If you don't give it to me, I'll beat you up! "
Amadeus said nothing. He just hugged the bundle tighter!
With a ferocious laugh, Numitor threw a punch straight at Amadeus's left eye.
Amadeus wanted to dodge, but Numitor was too fast. Before he could dodge, the sandbag-sized fist had already hit his left eye. It only made him see stars.
"Trash, give me your bag!" With a disdainful shout, Numitor grabbed the bag in Amadeus's arms.
Amadeus is shocked. He did not care about the pain in his left eye. He instinctively grabbed the bag and refused to let go!
"Trash, you dare to resist?" Numitor widened his eyes and cursed. He lifted his right leg and kicked Amadeus in the stomach.
His kick sent Amadeus flying dozens of metres away. Amadeus spat out a mouthful of blood!
Amadeus rolled on the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
Without even looking at Amadeus, Numitor took the bag and respectfully handed it over to Marcu.
Marcus took the package from Numitor and started to rummage through it in front of Amadeus.
"Poor Amadeus!"
Many of the servant disciples showed pity in their eyes, but none of them dared speak up for Amadeus. Not only was Marcus powerful, but he also had a lot of connections in the Knighthood of the order. Even the few Majors were afraid to offend him!
Marcus is looking through Amadeus's bag when he suddenly curses. Amadeus only had a few clothes and shoes in his bag. He did not find half a silver coin.
In the servant disciple, it is not uncommon for old people to bully newcomers. In June, newcomers could visit their relatives. To old people, it is more like a harvest month.
Previously, Amadeus had seen many valuable silver denarius and medicinal pills in the bags of new people being robbed. How could Amadeus not be prepared? Long ago, he had found a secret place to hide the silver denarius and medicinal pills!
Marcus looked at Amadeus like a poisonous snake with his triangular eyes. "Amadeus, your parents only see you once a year, and they brought you these few pieces of junk? Where's the silver? Where are the pills? "
Amadeus was from the Pulcher Family, which was considered the number one family in Ostia Antica, and Amadeus was the direct grandson of the patriarch of the Pulcher Family, Augustus Pulcher. He could be considered to have come from a wealthy family!
Amadeus, who had just calmed down, had his blood boiling in his body. When he heard what Marcus said, his chest immediately began to tremble violently. Both of his eyes were filled with blood as he stared at Marcus. He is like an enraged beast.
"What a waste of time!" Marcus obviously did not notice this. He continued to curse. He knew Amadeus could not beat him at all.
Marcus tore Camila's personally sewn clothes and shoes, along with the bag, into pieces and scattered them all over the ground!
With a shrill beast roar, the veins on Amadeus's forehead all bulged out. Endless fury burned in his heart, and it rushed straight towards Amadeus's head!
The fury in Amadeus's heart is completely ignited!
His inner rage is so strong that now it's about to break out of his body.
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