Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 68 Reaction

Ugh……

This parent who suddenly became agitated, dressed in tattered work clothes, was a pure-blooded human, and most likely a Nunns employee.

Fafner felt somewhat uneasy.

However, he absolutely cannot back down.

Without time for much thought, Fafnir instantly constructed the combined spell structure of Water Ball and Wind Blade.

Just as he expected, the Water Ball spell, enhanced by the Wind Blade, demonstrated impressive knockback capabilities without being particularly lethal.

Just like the "high-pressure water gun" Fafnir saw in his previous life,

This is a technique he learned in the advanced first-order spellcasting course; the core structure of first-order elemental spells can be disassembled or superimposed.

Of course, this requires a complete mastery of every technique variation used for disassembly or superposition.

Fafnir had mastered the use of complex first-order elemental magic.

"boom--"

The man who was trying to pounce again took a direct hit from Fafnir's spell.

Although Fafnir's spiritual output was already as small as possible, and this weakened version of the first-tier composite elemental spell was based on the Water Sphere spell,

Most of the spiritual energy was allocated to the Water Ball spell, and the wind blades, which should have been lethal, were almost entirely absent, serving only as "compressed air".

The man was thrown into the crowd behind him and fell down.

The previously noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and the anger in their eyes vanished.

They turned to fear, or to awe.

Fafnir called out to Allen, who was not far away:

"Allen, could you please go to the nearby police station and find a police officer? Thank you."

"Okay, okay, Fafnir, I'll go right away."

Honestly, I didn't want things to turn out this way. Some people are just too impulsive. This is the first time Fafner has encountered such a difficult situation.

But he can't rely on Anna or Martha and Ellen to solve this problem.

He was the only one among everyone present with a formal church hierarchy, the only genuine preparatory-level transcendent being.

Here, Fafnir needs to take responsibility, even though he is only ten years old.

He was relieved that the person had lunged at him; if it had been aimed at Ms. Anna, or Martha and Allen…

In principle, ten-year-old Fafnir could even be considered by outsiders to be the head of the school.

At least, Mr. Victor did put Fafnir's name under the name of the person in charge of the school's license.

Fafnir walked up to the man who had been knocked down.

The man had already helped himself to his feet with the help of someone nearby; he wasn't seriously injured.

Fafnir knew that landing headfirst was very dangerous, so he had just cast a spell on his lower limbs to make him fall forward only because his lower limbs were unsteady.

The man's worn-out work clothes were covered in water stains, his wet hair clung to his forehead, and his chest heaved violently.

A boy ran to his side, sobbing intermittently, afraid to make too much noise.

"Damn it, you guys in black robes." The man's voice was hoarse and had a thick accent.

Fafnir almost couldn't understand that he was speaking the Common Language of the Western Continent.

"Go ahead and hit me, hit me to death." The man's tone became indifferent.

"Wah—" The boy burst into tears upon hearing his father's words.

Absurd... Fafner doesn't understand...

"Sir, I didn't mean to hit you." Fafnir shook his head.

"Why...why..."

"Sir, the admission requirements are six to twelve years old, and the prerequisite is that you can write your own name and all the letters of the common language of the Western Continent."

This rule was posted on the church entrance and remained there for a whole month.

"You damned bastards! You and the other three! You're all damned!" the man said to himself, ignoring Fafnir.

"You damned fool!" Fafnir was immediately enraged, not even realizing his own loss of composure.

"You're the one who deserves to die! You deserve to die! You deserve to die! What right do you have to say these things to Martha and Allen?"

They were about my age, and they were all descendants of Nunns employees!

How old are they? They and their parents worked as laborers for nobles, spent all their money, incurred huge debts, and paid six gold pounds just to come to school as volunteers. Are they more deserving of death than you?

"How dare you say those things to Teacher Anna? How many people has Teacher Anna helped here for free? You damned fool!"

The man seemed surprised by Fafnir's words and paused for a moment.

"You didn't think of that," Fafnir said, his tone slightly softening.

"Heh, I know, it's definitely not just about today. You want to vent your anger, but you can't find anywhere to do it."

You came at me because I was wearing a priest's robe, because I looked like the easiest person to bully, is that it?

"I..." the man finally spoke:

"I came here ten years ago with my wife, and later, Andreuza was born."

Yes... I deserve to die... I really deserve to die, what's the point of my life? I deserve to die.

I work at that cargo port in the north, it's a two-hour walk from there. I came here today to be with him.

He patted the boy's head, and the boy had stopped crying: "I skipped work today, and I lost a day's wages. When I get back, the foreman will deduct three days' wages from my pay."

His eyes reddened.

"My wife is sick. She's been coughing for three months. We can't afford medicine, and we can't afford to see a doctor. I just watch her get thinner and thinner every day."

The boy bit his lip, tears streaming silently down his face.

That foreman oversees two hundred people.

Last month, I smashed my finger while moving goods. He told me to bear it, saying that if I missed a day of work, he would deduct three days' pay. I endured it, and my hand was swollen for half a month.

He stretched out his right hand, his calloused index and middle fingers crooked and bulging at the joints.

"And police officers,"

I was buying medicine for my wife on the street when the police said I was dealing on the black market and wanted to fine me five silver taels. How could I possibly have that much? I knelt down and begged them, and they beat me... before they let me go.

The man's voice grew softer and softer, until it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"I just want... my Andreusa to not end up like me... I can't even write my own name, how can I teach him?"

His shoulders began to tremble, and he suddenly burst into tears.

The grown man covered his face like a child, his hands covered in snot and tears, and he was trembling all over from crying.

The boy next to him froze, then burst into tears, reaching out to tug at his clothes.

"Daddy...Daddy..."

The man knelt down, hugged the boy, and cried so hard he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"I deserve to die... I deserve to die... People like me deserve to die..."

The crowd was so quiet you could hear the wind blowing in from the alleyway.

Fafnir stood there, watching the man squat on the ground and cry, watching the boy being held in his arms and crying helplessly, watching the numb and empty eyes of the people around him.