How did she know I was rich?
Eleazar is about to deny it, but then suddenly realizes something and his mouth closes.
Witch, i.e. lie.
One has to be very careful in dealing with them; any form of communication could be a verbal trap that they deliberately weave, and once responded to, an inexplicable contract is made.
It was true that he had recently made a fortune, but if the other party was using a magic spell at the moment, once he denied it, there was a good chance that it would turn into a loose fortune.
As to whose hands the scattered wealth will end up in, probably only God knows.
It's obvious that they don't get the benefit of the doubt, but they love it, totally detrimental and elusive.
Therefore, the best way to deal with a witch is to either ignore it completely or just slash it to death, do it cleanly, and don't dwell on it too much.
Eleazar had a grudge against her, but it was not appropriate to settle a grudge in a place like this, so he brushed his head away coldly, treating her as if she were air.
Evelea cocked her head, "That's it?"
"Geez, then I'll take the edge off for free~"
With that, she picked up a rock and threw it hard in front of her as Eleazar watched expressionlessly.
"Bang!"
She threw it very accurately, the stone hitting the most arrogant and domineering person in the crowd with precision.
Remington, who had been knocked off his feet, covered the back of his head and looked back with a grimace on his face.
Eleazar clasped his hands leisurely, ready to watch the show.
But when he turned his head, he realized that there was no longer a figure next to him, and the witch had long since slipped away.
"..."
Looking at the men's faces furious and furious as they stride towards him, Eleazar woodenly stands up and simply turns his head and runs.
"Stop!"
"Don't run!"
"You think you can run away?"
If he runs, these guys deserve nothing but dust.
But Eleazar knew that running wasn't the answer; he could get away today, and things would only get more problematic when he was blocked by people in a crowded area someday.
He began to consciously lure the men to some out-of-the-way corners.
Like, the old dormitory building side is pretty good.
"Hey, this way~"
At the corner of the school building in front of him, Evelea peeked halfway around the corner and kept waving at him.
The man who started it all...
Eleazar narrows his eyes and his feet suddenly accelerate.
Running past her like the wind, Evelea froze and hurriedly turned to catch up, "Hey, wait for me~"
On the third-floor balcony, Lingyin, who was lying on the fence and licking ice cream, had a blink of an eye and suddenly saw a familiar figure running past downstairs.
The back is highly similar to Fina's boyfriend, who at the moment is chasing after a pretty little girl in a good way.
"Rei~"
At that moment, Fina came over.
Lingyin, who was in a state of shock, was taken aback and subconsciously stopped her.
"Rei what are you doing?"
"Come on, it's time for class!"
"It's early."
"It's late, the professor always likes to come over early for roll call, have you forgotten?"
...
...
Further along was the Academy's restricted area, with a simple wooden fence placed in the middle of the road and a warning sign stuck next to it.
Eleazar was on his feet and crossed over with a slight leap.
Evelea, who is a witch, is clumsy and slow to get over the railing on her stomach.
A few of the men coming after them kicked the fence over and fishtailed.
They soon caught up with the two men and stopped at the edge of the woods.
"Heh! Kid, don't dare to go forward?"
Eleazar turned around and said with a calm face, "I didn't throw the rock."
"Yes, I can testify!" Evelea held up her hand.
"Is it any use talking about it now?"
Remington stepped forward with his followers and glanced at the girl with a frown.
"Which one are you?"
"I'm Evelea, a freshman in the science department, hello class."
She was still full of energy and greeted everyone.
Remington swept a glance to the side, and a few of the men around him instantly took heart and stepped forward with a hefty grin.
"Kids don't look at that kind of stuff, come on, come on, brothers show you other treasures."
"Eh! I want to see! I want to see!"
Surrounded by several people, Evelea kept bouncing around, seemingly more interested in what was happening on the other side.
Remington sneered and stepped forward with his hands in his pockets.
"I told you... Snap!"
The rich young master, whose face had been knocked askew to one side, was filled with stupefaction.
What happened?
In the middle of the day, he covered his face and looked back in disbelief.
"I can't believe you... Pfft!"
Eleazar raises his leg again and kicks him off.
The followers over there who were going up and down were dumbfounded and rushed over for support.
But they were no match for Eleazar, and they were all knocked to the ground in a matter of seconds.
Covering his stomach, Jemington was filled with resentment, "Kill me if you have the guts, or I'll definitely make you look good!"
This kind of young master who only knew how to scare people with his status and position, it seemed that he hadn't met a truly ruthless person yet.
"And this request?"
Eleazar smiled, picking up a brick at his feet and walking slowly over to him.
"You... What do you want, do you know how big of a crime it is to kill someone, you'll be finished for the rest of your life!"
The eldest young master, who was so hardened and incomparable in the last second, saw that he was carrying the murder weapon to his body, and his voice immediately became terrified again and began to explain the criminal law to him.
Eleazar huffs down a brick slab with a grimace.
"Ah..."
Almost getting hit, realizing that his opponent was moving for real the eldest young master let out a pig-killing scream.
He was trembling and shivering as he kept moving backward in position.
"There's something to be said, there's something to be said, I've got a lot of money, I can give you money, don't kill me!"
Eleazar coldly stomps on his ankle.
"Don't move, you'll be in pain if you hit it crooked later."
"Don't! Don't! Knock-"
A brick slate went down, and the grove was thus restored to clearness.
"Are you done with that?"
The disheveled witch peeked out from behind a large tree.
"Right away." Eleazar softly returned, turning his calm gaze to the remaining few.
"Ah, what were you thinking!"
"No... Don't! Don't!"
"Ah..."
Screams rose and fell in the woods, and it took a few moments for quiet to return.
"Why don't you kill them?" Evelea held onto the trunk of a tree, tilting her head slightly.
"Girls, don't hang on to the fight all day."
Patting the dust from her hands, Eleazar stepped forward straightened her strapless blouse, and lifted her half-torn skirt as well.
Evelea tilted her head.
"Mr. Witcher is so gentle, just like a prince, cough cough..."
Straightening her grooming, Eleazar's face was calm as he reached out and choked the slender, white, swan-like neck.
"Even if you're going to die, you have to dress up and look decent."
Feet a few feet off the ground, toes straight, breathing progressively harder Evelea lost in thought as she looked at the sky.
"It's okay oh Mr. Prince..."