In the food hall. He got free food. He ate it there, while placing his metal plate in front of him on the wooden table and sitting on a long bench with others.
No one bothered him. Victor noticed disciples were disciplined here, just eating their food while talking with their friends.
Probably because they feared losing merit points, not because they were sensible or anything. Just the day before yesterday, he already saw how sensible they were…
Based on a few guys, am I judging everyone? well whatever.
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After finishing his food, he exited the food hall. He was walking back to his room to experiment with something. But his steps stopped midway.
"Fuck my luck", He muttered when he saw that young master, who almost killed him the day before yesterday, walking toward him with his lackeys.
From the frown on that young master's face and his expressions, Victor could tell he also saw him.
