Chapter 65 Timon
"Mm?" Max stopped in his tracks and turned around. He frowned when he saw a young man around his age looking at him with a mocking expression. He was dressed well with a golden fan in his hand. Behind him stood a few people who seemed to be his guards.
The people around them, who heard him saying that he was Viscount's son turned to look at Max and started whispering.
"Hey, is that really Lord Viscount's son? I haven't seen him before."
"Yes, he is. I saw him a few months before when I visited Viscount manor for something. As I recall, he must the youngest son of Lord Viscount."
"But didn't they say that he is nothing but trash and after knowing his talent, he became depressed and would die at any time. But he seems fine to me. Heck, He is more healthier than those one-star mages."
"If he really is young master, why that noble looking young man try to mock him like that? Is there some enmity between them?"
"Enmity? I don't even know who this young lad is."
"Yeah, he seems to be someone from another town. Let's see what's going to happen now."
"Haha, I hope it's going to be fun to watch."
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"Who are you?" Max asked as he didn't recognise him.
"What?" The boy's smile stiffened at his question. By his expression, Max understood that he must have known him but before his 'death', but he didn't care because the tone in which he spoke and that mocking smile told him that he wasn't his friend or anything and most likely have bullied him in the past.
"Y-You, what do you mean by who I am? Don't you know already or do you want to get out of here by pretending not to recognise me?" The boy became flustered.
"I seem to have forgotten you. Why don't you tell me who are? So that I can remember." Max asked, amused at his exaggerated reaction.
"Hmm, What you said makes sense? After all, I haven't visited this shitty town for a few years now and I heard you got a serious injury to the head recently." The boy nodded, regaining his previous attitude.
"What? How dare you call our town, shitty?" A hot blooded youth became enraged hearing him mocking their town and circulated his preparing to attack.
Whossh!
A black clothed man suddenly appeared in front him and clutched his neck with one hand and lifted him in the air.
"Argh..." The boy struggled. Others who wanted to voice out their discontent backed off by the man glare which seemd to warn them to not come forward.
Max frowned at this. The man who was clutching the boy's neck was one of guards behind this stupid prick.
"Put him down." Max glared at the man and said in a deep voice. He didn't want an innocent guy to suffer because of him. Well, he was the indirect cause.
"Ugh..." The man suddenly felt cold shiver running down his spine but he didn't release his hold.
Max looked at the boy and said "Tell him to release the boy at once."
"Release him. He got his lesson." He told his bodyguard.
"Yes, young master." The man nodded and released the boy and returned behind him while thinking 'Why did I felt threatened by his glare? Didn't young master say that he is just a trash? Weird.'
The boy took deep breaths after getting out of devil's claw. He bowed toward Max and stepped back.
"Let me introduce myself so that you can remember." The boy bowed slightly with one hand behind his while other on his chest "I'm Timon, son of the Count Wiley of Mateir City and we used to be 'friends' when we were child." He stressed on the term friend a little more.
"Count? A Count's son?"
"That explains why he disregarded our town and dared to speak with Young master like that."
"Situation keeps getting interesting. let's see what happens now."
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After hearing that he was the son of A Count, everyone started whispering among themselves. As for the boy from before, he trembled from fear and ran away taking the cover of the crown.
"Oh! Count Wiley's son Mm..." Max was surprised a little to know that he was Count's son but didn't last even for moment when he recalled that this Count Wiley had some kind of enmity with his father and that's why he wanted to embarrass him in front of the crowd.
He smirked and said "So what do you want from me now?"
"What?" Timon was dumbfounded by his question but he recovered quickly and said "I heard that you can use now and seeing that your body isn't feeble like before, you've improved quite well. Why don't we have a friendly spar between us? I just broke through and became a one star mage but don't worry I won't be too heavy handed."
Max looked at him silently. 'He clearly want to abuse his strength to humiliate me because of some rivalry between our fathers. Hehe, it seems he doesn't have any idea about my current strength.'
Timon laughed in his mind 'This fool is as timid as before. Now refuse and be ready to be called coward by the public. I'm sure father would be...'
His gloating thoughts were interrupted by Max's three simple words.
"Okay. Let's fight."
He stared at Max, speechless. He didn't expect this scenario at all that's why he didn't know how to respond to this. After a while, He shook his head and collected his thoughts.
He grinned "I see that you've grown some guts. That's also good, I will see how much have you improved and give you some pointers." He then added in his mind 'Initially, I only wanted to humiliate you a little but now that you dared to agree to fight me, I'll make sure, you won't dare to say a single word in front of me, let alone thinking of fighting me.'
He was incensed by the fact that Max, the trash in his eyes dared to fight him which meant he was confident of winning against him. How can he endure this humiliation?
