Othar didn't want to entangle with Moransiu anymore. In front of so many people, Othar felt embarrassed to argue with someone who seemed abnormal. However, Moransiu clearly didn't intend to let it go, especially considering Othar's insults earlier. It wasn't just about himself; the key was that Moransiu included Moransiu.
"Yes, Ziyun is my fiancée. Who in Sofei City doesn't know that?" Othar looked at Ziyun, but Ziyun didn't even glance at him.
"Ah, Mr. Othar. So, do you have evidence to prove that Ziyun is your fiancée?" Moransiu blinked his eyes solemnly.
Othar arrogantly said to Moransiu, "Evidence? Moransiu, what evidence do you want me to present? Besides, I don't think this is something you should inquire about."
"Hehe, if it were any other day, I certainly wouldn't inquire about such matters. But today, this matter is quite different. I don't want to ask, but I just can't control my mouth. Perhaps, Mr. Othar, do you have duct tape? If you do, please shut my mouth." Moransiu pretended to look aggrieved, as if it were true.
"What's different?" Othar couldn't help but follow Moransiu's words and ask.
"Everyone here can see that Miss Ziyun is so noble and beautiful, and compared to her, you are indeed several levels below. For someone like you to come forward and claim that Miss Ziyun is your fiancée. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would seriously doubt it, right? Moransiu, what do you think?" Moransiu gestured, speaking with passion.
Moransiu stood up solemnly and said, "Yes, Mr. Moransiu, I agree."
"That's the reason. For someone like you to suddenly come forward and claim that Miss Ziyun is your fiancée, as a gentleman with a sense of justice, I have to inquire. Everyone knows that a noble lady like Miss Ziyun wouldn't publicly expose your lies." Moransiu continued.
Othar's originally arrogant expression completely changed after hearing these words, and anger distorted his face slightly. He had never experienced such insult before. This despicable guy had been pretending all along. The guy who could say these words was definitely not simple.
"Moransiu, perhaps..." Othar was about to retort, but suddenly stopped.
Because he remembered that Moransiu had mentioned a name earlier.
Moransiu!
Since Moransiu was a student at the Mulan Academy, and he called that boy Moransiu, then that boy must be the Moransiu known to all the students of the academy for the past half year. It was said that when he first entered the academy, everyone thought he was a magic genius, but in a test, this genius couldn't even practice magic.
Thinking of this, Othar smiled.
"Moransiu? A genius?" Othar turned his gaze to Moransiu. The Moransiu just now cooperated with Moransiu's insult, which made him very angry. In front of so many nobles, it was absolutely unforgivable to make him look bad.
"Othar, I'll say it again, my affairs are none of your concern. And now, I ask you to disappear in front of me immediately." Ziyun suddenly said to Othar.
"Cousin, is this the Othar you mentioned? He doesn't seem as impressive as you said." Maya tapped her spoon in her hand.
Although Maya was also from a noble background, she was most disgusted by those nobles who abused their power. Originally, they were all having a good meal here, but Othar came up and mocked them.
"Maybe I didn't know him well enough before, but now I understand him better." Ziyun said.
"Hmph, Ziyun, I will tell your father about this matter. Also, your pitiful friends really match each other. A fool and a waste. If you want to make friends, you have to make friends of the same kind." Othar's face became darker and darker. If it weren't for this occasion, he would have been furious long ago. Now, he had to endure it.
Othar was not a reckless person; his brain was also very clever. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the realm of a level five magician at the age of seventeen.
"Who are you calling a waste?" Moransiu was furious, picking up the plate in his hand and throwing it directly at Othar.
However, he didn't hit the target. A swordsman behind Othar quickly caught the plate.
Othar's bodyguards were all advanced swordsmen. Indeed, they were upper-class nobles, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Hmph, who in the Mulan Academy doesn't know? Do I need to say it again? If you can't practice magic, what else are you but a waste?" Othar said disdainfully.
"Othar, perhaps you're a little taller than me, and you eat a little more food than me. But apart from that, I really
don't see where you're better than me. What makes you say I'm a waste?" Moransiu wasn't a fool; he could naturally hear what Othar meant. Othar was referring to himself. If he kept silent, what difference would it make from a dead person?
"Haha..." Othar laughed.
"Moransiu, look, what's this?" Othar released a fireball spell.
"How about it, can you do it?" Othar extinguished the fireball.
"Of course, I can." Moransiu said.
"Moransiu, Moransiu, I feel a little uncomfortable. Let's go back to the academy." Ziyun said.
She didn't want Moransiu to embarrass himself in front of so many people. All along, she, like everyone else, believed that Moransiu couldn't use magic.
"Well, alright, today's meal is ruined. Alas." Moransiu looked at the beautiful dishes and said regretfully.
"Wait, what did you just say? You can do it? Well, to prove that you can do it, why don't you release a fireball spell in front of everyone?" Othar pursued relentlessly.
"Do you really want to see?" Moransiu asked.
"Of course, everyone here wants to see. Haha, the fireball released by the genius of our Mulan Academy." Othar had a sly smile on his face.
The reputation of the Mulan Academy was well known, and the nobles here were naturally familiar with it. Among them, many had heard about a genius student in the new intake at the Mulan Academy.
"Alright, then I'll fulfill your wish. By the way, you stay a little further away from me; I'm afraid of hurting you." Moransiu said calmly.
Ziyun and Maya looked at Moransiu with some confusion. They didn't know what Moransiu was going to do. But Moransiu looked pleased, thinking that this Master Othar would definitely be shocked in a while.
In order to make Moransiu embarrass himself quickly, Othar immediately took a few steps back, and his bodyguards also took a few steps back with him.
Then, a complex magic spell sounded from Moransiu's mouth, accompanied by Moransiu's gestures.
"Boom!"
A huge fireball suddenly appeared in front of everyone. This fireball was more than ten times larger than the fireball of a first-level magic, frightening everyone in the entire hall of the restaurant. This was an intermediate magic, the Great Fireball Spell.
Othar foolishly stared at the fireball slowly disappearing, and after a while, he still hadn't recovered. Intermediate magic? He stared at Moransiu fixedly, the shock in his heart making him not blink for a while.