The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng glanced around and found that no one was approaching within a five-meter radius of him, but a group of people had gathered around him.

Xu Feng gracefully and calmly finished the four dishes and one soup he had cooked, all under the watchful eyes of the students.

He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and then left gracefully under the watchful eyes of the students.

Watching Xu Feng's retreating figure, someone couldn't help but sigh with genuine emotion:

"Oh my goodness! He's a true gentleman!"

"Despite knowing that this guy is a fraud and is incredibly ugly, he can be so gentlemanly and elegant under the disguise of magic."

"He looked so captivating. I think I fell in love with that gentleman. His temperament and appearance were so mesmerizing. I suddenly felt that the most important thing about a person is their soul."

"Yes, sister, I've found myself drawn to the elegant, dazzling, and sophisticated soul of the con artist."

"Hmph! A noble soul? Don't make me laugh. If he had a noble soul, he wouldn't have been so insecure as to reject Princess Elsa's confession. He's nothing but an ugly clown. What's there to be infatuated with?"

What Xu Feng didn't know was that his current behavior had charmed a small number of female students, but the vast majority of female students still held a sense of disgust towards Xu Feng.

Especially Akelle and Alice, who felt they had been deceived.

Xu Feng actually used magic to disguise his appearance; he's a morally corrupt liar.

He clearly possessed magic, yet he lied to others, deliberately letting the Stone of Truth detect that he had no magic.

I really don't understand how such a complete fraudster could attract so many girls.

The two women thought that Xu Feng was definitely playing hard to get with Princess Elsa.

The two understood the principle that the more unattainable something is, the more they desire it.

Because they did not engage in inbreeding like the nobles.

Not only does he not need magical enhancements to his appearance, but his intelligence is also higher than that of ordinary nobles, so his rank is naturally higher as well.

Therefore, the two women naturally felt that they had seen through Xu Feng.

In reality, Xu Feng simply couldn't accept Bo Gang, and Uncle Mads couldn't accept it either.

Hillman, being a free spirit, naturally couldn't tolerate an unknown minor nobleman becoming famous at the Canary Royal Magic Academy in just one day.

He walked to the table where Xu Feng had finished eating, casually adjusted his glasses, dipped his index finger in the sauce on the plate, and tasted it.

Hillman's eyes widened suddenly, and with a wise expression, he said calmly:

"This is... a delicious sauce I've never tasted before? This kind of sauce is definitely not something a minor noble could afford."

"Could this be a sauce from another country? Or a specialty of Baron Simmel's territory? This sauce tastes even better than the sauces specially supplied to the royal court?"

"And the craftsmanship of this plate is so exquisite. The artisans of Baron Simmel are now just as skilled as the royal artisans."

"It's a pity that such a fine material was used to make a plate without any magical enchantment. If it were to be accidentally broken, it would be a real waste."

Hillman picked up his knife and fork and tapped them lightly a few times, then drew his conclusion:

"And the strength of these knives and forks is almost the same as the steel that the craftsmen painstakingly forged? There's not even any magical enchantment on them, what a waste."

"No wonder I've always heard that Baron Simmel has no talent for managing his territory. He's really terrible at not making a trade surplus with such delicious sauce."

"It seems that Baron Simmel, despite possessing a rich land and exceptionally skilled craftsmen, has managed his territory terribly because of his talent, which is comparable to that of an old brick."

"However, he treated his children quite well. He never skimped on their cutlery, plates, sauces, or anything else. He also taught his children excellent cooking skills so that they could become chefs even if they were ever destitute in the future."

"Baron Simmel was a good father, always thinking of his children's best interests, yet he raised such a deceitful gentleman. It's truly lamentable."

After listening to Hillman's self-righteous analysis, the nobles present couldn't help but praise him.

"Oh! Sir Hillman, your analytical skills are truly unmatched. You've managed to thoroughly analyze the fraudulent gentleman's true nature in just a few words."

"You were the one who exposed all his lies. You will definitely become an outstanding imperial minister in the future."

Hillman adjusted his glasses, adopting a self-righteous and aloof demeanor, and scoffed:

"Hmph! Of course!"

After showing off, he walked away without looking back.

Hillman was still thinking about it.

Interesting man, you've caught my attention.

I will treat you as my lifelong rival.

Hillman left behind a group of nobles whispering among themselves:

"It's unbelievable that Baron Simmel, who owns such a rich territory, has managed to keep his family so poor."

"I don't know how such a foolish nobleman became the head of the Thomas family. What a disgrace to the family!"

"Yes! What a misfortune for the family! If my father were a good-for-nothing like Baron Simmel, I can't even imagine what kind of life I would have lived."

"This Baron Simal has some foresight, though not too much. At least he knows to let his son learn cooking so that he can become a chef when he can no longer continue as a conman."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's incredibly visionary! Hahaha!"

For a moment, the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The distant borders of the empire.

Baron Simmel stood atop the desolate and ruined territory.

In the distance, the land stretched as far as the eye could see, covered in a white, saline frost, barren of vegetation.

The butler, Oski, came running over, hurriedly clutching his knees and catching his breath before saying, panting, "..."

"Master, master, something terrible has happened! All your people have run away. They say that grains cannot be grown in saline-alkali soil at all, and even if they are, they are poisonous. They have gone elsewhere."

Upon hearing this devastating news, the raggedly dressed Baron Simmel nearly fainted from anger.

"These unruly people! I spent a fortune on resettlement fees for them, and all I get is 90% saline-alkali land! They just ran away because they couldn't grow any crops? That's incredibly immoral!"

"Master, master, there's a few more pieces of bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?"

Baron Simmel snorted coldly and said indifferently:

"Let's talk about it all at once! Anyway, the territory is dirt poor, and all the people have run away. How much worse can things get?"

"Alright, sir, I'll tell you everything at once. Don't get sick from hearing it."

"Hmph! Tell me! How do you think I've survived all these years? What kind of lord am I if I can't even handle this little setback?"