As Louis left, Sir Hardrial watched him alongside Miss Laura from the top of the classroom.
"Professor, how strong is he?" she asked suddenly.
He glanced at her. "What level do you think he is?"
She thought about it for a moment. "He looks very confident; his figure exudes confidence. I think his strength could be above level 50, but isn't he too young for that? After level 10, gaining experience points becomes difficult."
He smiled and nodded. "It's possible that you're right." Spoke. "I tested his physical strength earlier, and I think he's around 60. He has remarkable strength for his age."
She looked at him in shock. "60? That's incredible. Does he come from a great family?"
Hardrial remained smiling, but he didn't reveal anything about that question on his face.
'Perhaps he belongs to the Lockwards... better to keep quiet about that.'
In addition, what he had also seen was that Louis had amazing perception. Possibly over 100 points.
Was he born with it? Or was his level higher than he was showing?
Although his knowledge as an Armamentalist was limited, he felt that this boy was very good at many things. All that remained was to see his talent.
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After leaving the Academy, Louis walked around the city. He bought some new clothes and a few other things he would need to live there.
He also took the opportunity to buy some healing and mana potions. According to his teacher, mana potions would become his best friend in fights from now on. That's why he took the opportunity to buy some.
They were expensive, but nothing the God of Money couldn't afford.
When night began to fall, he returned home and arranged everything he had bought. He installed gas cylinders for cooking, a better gas stove, and plenty of firewood for the existing coal and wood stove.
When he was done, he took a shower and decided to go out to buy bread. Although he knew that the bread in the Upper District was better and he hadn't forgotten to buy it, he had decided to buy it on Fragrant Bread Street, as he would pass by the House of Shadows to look at a few things.
That's why he got dressed up.
He put on a black suit.
A white shirt with a lace collar and cuffs. Over it, he wore a burgundy vest, which allowed him to carry his weapon and was quite comfortable.
He wore dark trousers, quite simple but elegant at the same time. Over them, he wore a black cloak that covered him completely and reached down to his calves. This was also simple, with few embellishments to avoid attracting attention.
Black gloves adorned his hands, and an antique watch complemented his outfit.
A top hat covered his head.
This was characteristic clothing of the era, evoking elegance and maturity. Although everything was expensive, he ensured each item was as inconspicuous as possible.
Of course, he would naturally attract attention in an environment like this, where beggars and poor people walk the streets and where even the best-dressed wear little more than simple shirts and vests.
Therefore, when he went out, he was bound to attract attention.
Especially on Fragrant Bread Street, the women of the night went crazy, running after him to offer their services.
The men looked at him with jealousy.
But he paid no attention to them.
He walked to a bakery, went in, asked for the amount of bread he needed, and left.
After that, he headed toward the House of Shadows.
Despite the hour, there were many workers around. There were even more now than in the mornings.
Several people were standing guard at the entrance and nearby.
'Is something happening?' thought Louis, looking at these people who were strategically positioned, covering every spot that allowed them to see the perimeter in 360 degrees.
As he approached the door, four people stopped him.
If he had been wearing different clothes, they might have ignored him and sent him away, but wearing such glamorous clothes in this area revealed that he was not just anyone. He could even be a nobleman, even though he was alone.
"Sir." One of them stepped forward. "Only authorized personnel are allowed in at this time. Do you have any credentials to prove your identity? If not, we kindly ask you to return. You cannot enter."
Louis frowned and took out the credential he had been given earlier, identifying him as a "Collaborator."
The eyes of the man who received it sparkled with curiosity.
"I see." He quickly stepped aside. "Collaborator, please come in. Since you came today, Mr. Fraid is at headquarters. You can go say hello if you like, I'm sure he'd like to see you. He's in the Register Office right now."
After that, they didn't stop him from passing.
Louis glanced at them as he entered. He wondered who this Fraid guy was.
But since he didn't feel like asking, he continued without saying a word.
There weren't many people inside. Most of them seemed to be gathered in the Register Office, probably because of this Fraid guy. Since he wasn't interested in him, he continued on his way to the right, walking toward the stairs at the back.
He planned to check on the missions.
Walking down this long, slightly dirty hallway, he heard something strange coming from one of the rooms at the end.
A noise made him stop and look toward it.
"A voice? This room..." He looked at the sign above the room. It belonged to the Command Control Office. It was a high-level office.
But the door was open.
Just as he was about to continue on his way, not caring what was going on there, suddenly the door was knocked slightly, and a person fell out from the other side.
She was bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and had a rope in her mouth that prevented her from speaking.
She had been struggling to open the door and finally succeeded.
But when Louis looked closely, he frowned and stopped.
He crouched down and ripped the blindfold from her eyes, startled.
"Miss Jessy," he said.
His frown deepened when he saw her condition.
She was thoroughly beaten. Her clothes were torn everywhere, but she was holding a knife in her hands, which were tied behind her back.
The knife was covered in blood, and she was bleeding.
But the blood on the knife wasn't hers.
When she saw him, she was stunned for a moment. Her head hurt, and she was about to scream, but naturally, only a barely audible voice came out of her mouth.
'She's terrified...' He frowned. He looked back.
There were still people in the hallway. But no one had looked this way.
So, he grabbed her, pulled her into the room, and closed the door behind him.
The room had numerous desks and a dead man with his throat slit on one of them.
His face was horrible, but recognizable.
It was the man who had offered him the deal for 150 Jens earlier.