Ivan looked at the messy “indoor lake” before his eyes.
He walked to the source point, which was still gurgling with water, and gently scooped again with the iron bucket in his hand.
In an instant, the surging water, which had almost submerged half the classroom, let out a strange muffled “gurgle.” It vanished without a trace in a flash.
Everyone who had just scrambled up from the ground, whether commoner students or noble offspring, was still in a state of shock.
At this moment, they were even more dumbfounded by this scene of “collecting water,” and all turned their gaze to Ivan, who held the iron bucket with a calm expression.
Ivan looked up and saw everyone staring at him as if he were a monster.
He subconsciously touched his face: “No, why are you all looking at me?
Is there something on my face?” Everyone finally recovered from their shock.
However, the immediate predicament quickly dispelled their surprise.
Almost simultaneously, the gazes of both commoners and nobles fell upon the small number of food bags that had been rescued after the fire and lay scattered to the side.
“Food!
That’s ours,” a commoner student shouted excitedly.
“You lowly commoners!” a noble youth immediately retorted sharply.
“That’s ours, and you still want to snatch food from us!” The flames of conflict instantly reignited!
Zima’s eyes blazed with even greater fury.
She suddenly pressed Rosa, who was at the forefront, back to the ground, her axe mercilessly pressed against Rosa’s fair neck.
Rosa, however, unexpectedly showed no resistance, merely lying on her back.
Her azure eyes calmly met Zima’s gaze, as if she had long accepted some fate.
Meanwhile, Vika, who had once been Truth’s friend, now stood in front of the nobles.
She loudly declared: “Come on!
We should side with the nobles!
No matter how hard we commoners try, it’s meaningless.” Truth looked at her betrayal, showing no surprise on her face, but her eyes grew colder.
Zima on the ground glared at Vika with eyes that seemed to spit fire.
Commoners and nobles once again confronted each other, their tempers flaring, the anger that had just been doused by the water seemingly reigniting among the crowd in an instant.
The atmosphere was so tense that it felt as if a bloody conflict would erupt any second.
Just then, a lazy voice cut in: “Hey, hey, I say everyone, don’t quarrel.” Ivan said, walking nonchalantly into the center of the standoff between the two sides.
Then—he extended both hands, one for each, and forcefully pulled up both Zima, who was on the ground, and Rosa, whom she had pinned down.
Rosa stood up, adjusted her disheveled collar, nodded slightly at Ivan, and softly said, “Thank you.” Zima, however, violently shook off Ivan’s hand and excitedly yelled at him: “You were brought by Anna, weren’t you?
What?
Are you also going to side with those nobles?!” “Why are you shouting so loudly?” Ivan picked at his ear.
“Anyway, we’re all in the same boat now, so no one should look down on anyone else.” “Who among us commoners is like you!” the noble youth who had just been shouting immediately sneered, “You’re just…” Before he could finish, his voice abruptly stopped.
Because Ivan, with movements almost too fast to see, pulled out the twin guns with dark purple energy patterns flowing over them.
The requiem of the end, their cold muzzles precisely aimed at the noble youth’s forehead.
The noble youth’s face instantly turned pale, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Le… let’s talk this over properly…” he stammered, begging for mercy.
“Why aren’t you shouting anymore?” Ivan tilted his head, a playful smile on his face.
“I still liked your arrogant look from before.
Why don’t you go back to that?” “No… I wouldn’t dare…” Ivan nodded in satisfaction, put away his gun, and surveyed the silent, terrified crowd: “Aren’t you all hungry?
Coincidentally, I have a lot of food here.” He changed the subject, his gaze falling on the group of nobles, “I see you are all respectable noble lords and ladies, so you shouldn’t be short on money, right?” Hearing “money” and “transaction,” the nobles seemed to regain some confidence, perking up slightly.
“How much food do you have?” Everyone’s eyes focused on him.
Ivan didn’t answer immediately.
He simply smiled slightly, then slowly reached into his jacket pocket.
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, the first apple was pulled out, rosy and plump, completely out of place in this desperate and cold environment.
Someone subconsciously swallowed.
Then came the second, the third… Each time he reached into his pocket, he could steadily pull out another bright and tempting apple… Apples piled up at his feet, gradually forming a small mound.
The expressions on everyone’s faces rapidly changed from initial confusion to pure shock and bewilderment.
Their gazes darted back and forth between Ivan’s obviously limited pocket and the pile of at least thirty apples on the ground, their brains seemingly unable to process this illogical scene.
??????
Silent question marks almost materialized above everyone’s heads.
How did he do it?
That pocket didn’t even look like it could fit three apples.
“Originium Arts?” Someone whispered, voicing the most probable yet most incredible guess.
Aside from the mysterious and unfathomable Originium Arts, they couldn’t find any other explanation.
“Don’t worry about these details; just assume it’s my Originium Arts.” Truth, however, frowned deeply, looking at Ivan: “You have food?
You lied to me earlier?” She was referring to Ivan’s previous claim that he had fainted from hunger.
“Wait, let’s talk about this privately later, we have plenty of time.” Ivan winked at Truth, then continued to speak to the nobles, “Tell me, how much will you pay for the food?” A noble girl, who seemed to be the leader, hesitated for a moment and said, “10 red gold!
Isn’t that a fair price?” Ivan decisively shook his head.
“20!” the noble girl raised the price.
Ivan shook his head again, his expression even showing a hint of a smile.
“25 red gold!
That’s the highest price!” the noble girl said, almost gritting her teeth.
Just as Ivan was about to habitually shake his head again, the noble youth who had just had a gun pointed at his head couldn’t help but explode again.
“Are you (Ursus expletive) messing with me?!
Give us an exact price, you’re making it very difficult for us.” Hearing this, Ivan’s smile instantly vanished.
Ivan suddenly made a gesture as if flipping a table and shouted: “Difficult, huh?
Then don’t do it!” Ivan raised the requiem of the end again.
Under everyone’s terrified gazes, he loudly declared: “Now!
All eyes on me!
I have an announcement to make.
My name is Ivan.” “From now on!
I am the boss here!
You, everyone, are under my command!
Any objections?” Zima and Rosa heard this sudden “coup.” Both looked at Ivan with shocked expressions.
“Later, I’ll gather the leaders from both your sides for a meeting; the specific procedures will be discussed then,” Ivan said, pointing at Zima and Rosa.
At this moment, the commoners and nobles, for once, united their front and protested: “Protest!
We’ve never seen you before!” a commoner student shouted.
“Yeah!
Why should we trust you?” a noble girl echoed.
Ivan raised the highly deterrent twin guns in his hand and lazily said, “Protest denied.” “Whoever resists will taste my ‘peanuts’.” Then, Ivan ignored the agitated crowd and pointed at Zima and Rosa, who were still in shock.
“Hey, you, and you, come over here, let’s have a meeting.”