Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 118 The End of the Fallen Aristocracy

Every Monday, the soldiers' academy holds a flag-raising ceremony and a pledge speech.

Its main purpose is to inspire students' patriotism and encourage soldiers' passion and loyalty through words.

It may have been quite effective at first. However, as the number of events increased, it became increasingly formulaic and perfunctory.

Without genuine reading aloud, there is naturally no persuasive power, and it may even have the opposite effect.

The students from the military academy, lined up in neat squares on the parade ground, mostly looked indifferent or impatient. They were merely maintaining basic quiet and discipline under their respective instructors' guidance. No one wanted to waste time listening to someone's rambling. From the moment they started lining up, every single second was spent hoping to be dismissed. Similar sentiments were shared by most of their instructors.

Humans have a herd mentality; once a trend is established, there's no possibility of reversing it. Sentimentality is a thing of the past. Discussing the benefits and advantages directly is far more effective than empty appeals.

The flag-raising ceremony has come to a close.

The head of the department's academic affairs office, who was responsible for reading the speech, was late in arriving.

The crowd below the stage waited for almost fifteen minutes, and the atmosphere gradually became restless.

Salman Melendez, the long-absent Dean of the Warriors' Division, leaped from mid-air onto the stage and took the megaphone handed to him by a staff member.

"I am very sorry, students and teachers. Our Dean of Students, Mr. Caparoch, has unfortunately been caught up in the struggle among the nobles and died. I am speaking from the heart."

"First of all, many people probably disagree with the saying that those who do many evil deeds will surely perish, but Mr. Caparocchi's fate is before our eyes, and I think you should reconsider..."

The principal's unrestrained sarcastic remarks instantly ignited the atmosphere.

Aglaia was surrounded by the whispers and gossip of her female classmates, and even her tutor, Ai Qian, was asking her colleagues about it.

"Those in the know are likely already aware of the details. Yes, a major event occurred late last night that reshaped the power structure of the capital. I don't know how future history books will record it; perhaps it will be called the massacre at the Night Whisper Hotel, or the great annihilation of the fallen nobility. In any case, of the hundreds of high-ranking officials from various factions who attended the banquet, very few survived. Unfortunately, Headmaster Caparoch was among them."

"I know many of you hate him! In fact, to be fair, compared to the other decadent nobles at the banquet, Mr. Capalocchi's behavior is not too unacceptable. Although he is acerbic, mean, opportunistic, greedy, and lecherous, he rarely directly coerces others or breaks the law to commit any further evils."

"His mistake was that he misjudged the risks, underestimated the power and ruthlessness of the great nobles, and ended up associating with a bunch of rabble, thus courting death."

"Although, on the surface, the united forces of the middle-ranking nobles hold a tremendous advantage, encompassing almost all powers across various departments and possessing absolute home-field advantage, making it impossible for outside high-ranking nobles to confront them head-on, they have forgotten the more important underlying rules, accustomed to their privileged lives." Salman Melendez surveyed the room, his tone suddenly turning serious: "The strong prey on the weak; only strength matters!"

"Rules made by the weak are meaningless. It's utterly ridiculous for a flock of sheep to demand that a tyrannosaur stop eating meat..."

"Therefore, tragedy struck! During their banquet, the noble family dispatched two Saint-level experts to launch a brutal and ruthless massacre against all the guests at the Night Whisper Hotel!"

"The scene was too horrific to describe. Those who died inside the hotel were relatively better off, but most of those who died outside were never even found with their bodies intact..."

"I cannot say for sure which nobleman was behind it, for fear of causing trouble by speaking carelessly. I think this incident will serve as a warning to those who follow, as it is a case of lower nobles uniting to challenge higher nobles."

"Friendly reminder: you can check the emergency supplement to the Kingdom Weekly for the list of victims; there might be a surprise..."

After a brief five-minute speech, Salman Melendez laughed heartily, handed the megaphone back to the school staff in the broadcasting studio, and lightly leaped away.

After the pep rally ended, all the teachers and students dispersed.

Aglaia noticed that many people around her were looking at her strangely, with a sense of awe and complexity.

"What happened?"

"Why are they looking at me like that..."

Bystanders, through piecemeal conversations, had largely grasped the course of events and the truth, while the parties involved remained completely unaware.

The beautiful butterfly is unaware that it was its own flapping wings that caused the storm…

The Night Watchmen's residence, office building.

Inside the cell, Lesser sat calmly and quietly awaited the arrival of acquaintances, relatives, and friends.

We could have left last night, but wouldn't being too low-key mean utter failure?

He must make a grand entrance, leave in style, and thoroughly humiliate the Night's Watch. Ideally, he should even make it into the newspapers to severely punish the arrogance of those who consider themselves righteous.

Lesser clenched his fists on his knees, barely suppressing the smile that was about to spread across his face.

Time passed slowly.

He began to feel a little irritable, his brows furrowed involuntarily, as if he were holding his breath and couldn't exhale.

Finally unable to contain herself any longer, she got up and walked to the window: "Something's not right! How could there be no one coming to visit? Is the night watchman playing tricks, deliberately not letting anyone in..."

Leisser thought it was very likely, so he walked to the door and patted it hard.

"What can I do for you?" The female watchwoman appeared in the doorway in a flash.

"Did anyone come looking for me this morning?" Lesser asked.

"No..." the female watchwoman replied coldly, "You can leave anytime now, no one is stopping you."

Lesser snorted, convinced that the Night's Watch was behind it all; it seemed they had guessed his plans.

"Forget it! Let's get out of here first. We'll have another chance to get revenge later."

Reluctantly, Lesser left the cell, retrieved his communication watch from the front desk, and made a call to his family.

"Hey! Butler, why didn't anyone come to pick me up this morning?"

"Young Master Lesser, something terrible has happened! The master and all the guests who attended the banquet yesterday have been attacked and killed. Now, many of the servants of the house have joined forces with outsiders to storm into the mansion and loot it."

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

The Berland family's past misdeeds have truly reached the point of incurring the wrath of both heaven and man. They have engaged in human trafficking, oppressed the innocent, and extorted wealth through trickery and force.

It can be said that every penny of the family's wealth was soaked in the blood and tears of the weak.

Almost without any prompting from certain individuals, the moment the official news was published in the Kingdom Weekly, public sentiment was instantly aroused.

Countless angry people gathered like drops of water forming streams, and streams forming rivers, eventually surrounding the Belland family's villa like a vast ocean.

The traitorous servants proactively exposed several important underground strongholds.

More ugliness will soon be exposed to the world.

(End of this chapter)