His Past The luncheon prepared by Keken for Mr.
Fisher could be described as luxurious.
Although the luxury by South Continent standards was somewhat lacking for a gentleman who had lived in Saint Nali all year round, it at least showed Keken’s enthusiasm.
Two bottles of unopened authentic Nali West Coast wine were brought to the table by servants.
Fisher and Keken sat at opposite ends of a rectangular table, signifying that they were the focus of this luncheon.
On one side sat two similar-looking, elegantly dressed ladies with black hair and black eyes.
Their serene smiles were sweet like lilies blooming by the side of a church.
On the other side sat an uneasy Rafael.
Catching a glimpse of two smiling human women opposite her, their postures light and legs modestly covered, even a Dragon-man would find such sitting positions graceful and beautiful.
Thus, she awkwardly let her tail hang and, breaking custom, kept her legs still, maintaining her posture.
But such a pose seemed more tiring than fighting, and soon she became uncomfortable, her tail behind her starting to sway slightly as proof.
She knew she should not have followed Mr.
Suddenly, she thought of the young Dragon-man Species she had seen in the cage in the carriage, who, despite being so young, was suffering because of humans.
What she was thinking was unknown to others, but it was precisely because of such thoughts that she momentarily forgot the discomfort of her sitting position, preventing dinner from being too impolite.
According to normal rules, Rafael, who was ostensibly a slave, should by no means be seated at this table.
However, Keken held Mr.
Fisher in such high regard that, no matter how Mr.
Fisher declined, Keken still offered him the head seat and even arranged one for Rafael.
A great man’s Slave is not my slave; in terms of saving face, Keken missed nothing.
“To this glass of wine, a toast to the legend of our Royal College, Mr.
Fisher instructed the waiter not to pour wine for Rafael, who knew what she would turn into after drinking.
After the other guests’ glasses were filled with the golden ambrosia, Keken raised his glass first and said this to Mr.
“That’s really too much praise.”
Fisher also raised his glass, but he dared not agree with the “legend” part, adding, “If Principal Damien knew what you called me, his beard would spiral from anger.”
Keken set down his glass, laughing,
“His beard has already spiraled, since…
um, let me think, it was something from a couple of years ago, you know?
Ever since King-sanctioned Saint Nali University began enrolling students, the old man has stopped attending the annual alumni gatherings.
Now, the topics of those meetings are all about that new school, overshadowing Royal College completely.”
Fisher was aware of the establishment of the new University in Saint Nali, a comprehensive university founded under the king’s supervision.
It probably also reflected a realization that the previous teaching contents of the Royal College were too rigid and outdated for current developments, hence the recruiting of many new talents for this new institution.
Many of these professors were deemed lowly by the Royal College, such as those old parts who researched steam engines, chemistry, and physics principles.
but I haven’t been back to Saint Nali in a long time, so I don’t know how things are there…
I didn’t expect to meet you here.
Your speech at the graduation ceremony, I remember it vividly.
You dared to call the principal and dean ‘decaying bones of the old era,’ hahaha, our batch of freshmen were all frightened by you.”
Keken’s tolerance for alcohol wasn’t very good.
He had just had a drink and his face was already flushed, yet he still spiritedly began to speak.
Rafael thought he was about to breathe fire, her careful posture lost once again as she warily watched him.
at least they gave me a diploma…”
Fisher also suddenly thought of those past events.
Six years ago, at twenty-two, he was full of youthful verve.
Although he still despised those decayed old antiques today, he would definitely not attack someone personally without leaving any room for face as he had before.
After all, many things are pointless to say and only serve to leave obstacles for oneself.
However, the bounding joy of youth now feels quite pleasant when brought up by Keken as a topic of conversation.
“You were the top student of the advanced academy back then, a treasure in the eyes of many professors.
If they dared not to issue your diploma, I bet their office would have been flooded with complaint letters the next day.”
The waiter poured another glass of wine for Keken, which he quickly drank, his face growing redder by several shades.
He didn’t know what he was thinking of, but his eyes grew somewhat desolate, and he sighed and said,
“Back then, all the freshmen of our year idolized you, but after I started my studies, I realized I couldn’t become someone like you…
I’m not only foolish but also cowardly, incapable of doing anything right…”
His tolerance for alcohol was really poor; after just two drinks, his emotions were spilling out, and at that moment, he was nearly shedding tears.
Dora, his wife sitting beside him, hurriedly handed a handkerchief to him to wipe away the teardrops,
“You have exceptional talent and enjoy a great reputation…
Besides my family’s million inheritance, besides the city that my family bought for me with money, besides my two beautiful and kind wives, what else do I have that’s truly praiseworthy?”
The two beautiful women beside him hurriedly cast comforting gazes at him, and Dora, who was closest to him, directly took his hand, allowing him to softly smile and held onto her tender hands in return.
Fisher’s fingers clutching the glass suddenly stiffened, and he pursed his lips, the taste of the steak in his mouth no longer seeming so savory.
He couldn’t tell if this guy was just being pretentious or if his emotions were truly showing, but after seeing the flickering gaze in his eyes, Fisher still believed it was genuine, otherwise he would really have to use his hand-cane to give this annoying younger colleague a good thrashing.
Why am I talking about these unpleasant things?
I’m truly sorry; I can’t hold my liquor well.”
Keken rubbed his temples, and then he declined the waiter’s offer to pour him more wine.
Once his gaze cleared a bit, he glanced at Rafael, who was using his claws to cut his meat,
Fisher, are you currently conducting research on demi-humans?
Is it in biology or sociology?”
I am very interested in the demi-humans of the South Continent and the Western Continent.”
Fisher mentioned briefly, but Keken did not seem to show any corresponding interest.
Demi-humans were viewed so lowly in the eyes of humans that, in his view, even as slaves, humans were much nobler than demi-humans, for at least humans could communicate, right?
He tapped his ring-embellished fingers on the table, his expression revealing a hint of contemplation, as if considering something.
Fisher continued cutting his steak, not looking at him, but suddenly said,
If you need help, just ask, and I will do what I can to solve it for you…”
No, you misunderstand.”
Keken, still in thought, was interrupted by Fisher and, upon hearing the latter’s words, hurriedly explained with a smile, “It’s nothing serious.
Just that I thought you might find it interesting, or at least it’s something I’ve never encountered before.
I’ve invited doctors and scholars from the Western Continent to take a look, and they also said they have never seen it before…”
Fisher temporarily stopped cutting his steak and looked with interest across the table at Keken.
Keken cleared his throat and mysteriously said to Fisher,
Fisher, I wonder if you’ve ever heard of the Mad Blue Disease?”