Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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“Nonsense, why would I collude with the Guild of the Wicked? If you dare use violence against a soldier on duty, you are threatening the safety of this military academy. That’s a death sentence on you!” The officer wiped off the blood on his face.

“Mo Fan, please stop using magic. This is a military academy, after all. No matter what reasons you have, you should stop using magic at once. Otherwise, you will be executed according to the laws of our country. The military’s authority is inviolable!” Major General Jessica blurted out in panic.

As long as Mo Fan stopped using magic, they could treat it as a private matter between him and the officer. General Jessica was still able to keep it under control.

However, if Mo Fan damaged the military academy and threatened the life of an officer on duty, she would not be able to sort things out once it reached the general with long brows. After all, Clerk Richard was in charge of the military academy!

“Normally, I wouldn’t go against the military, but today, I have a worthy reason to do so,” Mo Fan told General Jessica.

“You will only bring misery on yourself!” General Jessica exclaimed.

“It’s fine, I’m now representing justice,” Mo Fan replied loftily.

Representing justice?

In General Jessica’s eyes, Mo Fan was more like a reckless demon king. Would someone who represents justice break into the military school and beat the officer that was on duty up? However, she also agreed that the guy did deserve a beating!

“HAHAHA, representing justice? I didn’t expect to hear a crook say that in my military academy. How interesting,” A loud burst of laughter came from the administration building as a man in a blue navy coat stepped out of it.

He had a beard and his eyes were almost covered by hair. Mo Fan seriously did not understand why someone would keep that style.

“Secretary!”

“Mr. Secretary!”

“Sir Secretary!”

The officer who was beaten up limped toward Secretary Richard.

Babbitt was standing beside Secretary Richard.

Babbitt was at his wits’ end, just like the tattooed man, but he was totally different when he stood beside Secretary Richard, like he had just been resurrected. He was brimming with pride and a sense of superiority.

“Babbitt, so he’s the shelter you are looking for? The Guild of the Wicked does have a lot of influence. Even the military academy has become your shelter?” Mo Fan asked Babbitt with a smile.

“You lunatic, you devil, not only did you kill many members of the merchant guild, but you dare trespass into the military academy? Secretary Richard will teach you your place!” Babbitt spluttered back.

“I still have the recording, so you shouldn’t bother arguing with me. Major General Jessica, can you please play the recording for me? Do you have a broadcasting system here or something?” Mo Fan asked Jessica.

“Yeah, we do,” General Jessica nodded and took Mo Fan’s evidence.

Secretary Richard asked General Jessica quickly, “Major General Jessica, you know him?”

“Clerk Richard, this is Mo Fan, the expert whom the council hired. He and his friends were the ones who killed the Steel Mountain Tyrant Titan and the Cruel Sea Serpent at the front line. They have helped us a great deal,” General Jessica answered immediately.

“So he’s our little hero? It must be a misunderstanding, then. Officer Haite, you were injured while having a friendly duel with Mo Fan, and the others on duty thought there was an invasion, which led to this, right?” Secretary Richard asked.

Officer Haite was stunned. He turned around and looked at the overbearing Mo Fan.

So this guy was the one who had killed the Steel Mountain Tyrant Titan. No wonder he is so strong!

“Yeah, yeah, we were having a friendly duel,” Officer Haite covered his broken tooth and could only smile wryly.

“So it’s just a misunderstanding then, why would anyone dare to invade our military academy? Even the Black Vatican doesn’t have the guts to do so! Everyone, go get some rest, and you too Mr. Mo Fan. I will give you an explanation about what happened at the merchant guild,” Secretary Richard said.

“I am here for an explanation… Wait, no, I’m not here for an explanation. I’m here for an outcome. Secetary Richard, may I ask, are you a member of the Guild of the Wicked?” Mo Fan said.

“How dare you? You are slandering the military officers of our country!” Officer Haite snarled.

“I’m not, I don’t have a secret identity. I’m only the director of this military academy and a military officer in Crete’s division,” Secretary Richard answered smoothly.

“Babbitt, it seems like you have asked the wrong person for help. Secretary Richard isn’t your superior. Secretary Richard, I have solid evidence that proves Babbitt is a high-level Black Ornament of the Guild of the Wicked. I’m about to take his life. You don’t mind, do you?” Mo Fan asked.

Secretary Richard frowned.

What the heck was wrong with this young man? He had already given the idiot a chance to leave in peace, yet not only was he being insensible, he even asked such a retarded question!

“I’m not the tribunal, I can’t judge if Babbitt is a member of the Guild of the Wicked, so before he’s sentenced guilty, he’s still our partner. He’s helping us to settle the remains of the Tyrant Titans and provide great defensive Equipment for our soldiers at the front line,” Secretary Richard stated.

“Secretary Richard, have you heard of a story about a war?” Mo Fan asked.

“Please enlighten me.” The clerk was very patient.

“A soldier was assigned by his superior to guard a wall. He must shoot at anyone who tried to cross the wall, whether it was an enemy or a civilian. The truth was, they were the ones who had invaded the land. The wall was meant to stop the inhabitants of the land. They were about to lose the war, meaning the land would be returned to its habitants. When he was guarding the wall, he shot the civilians who tried to cross the wall, even though he knew they were not his enemy. After the war, he was accused of killing innocent people. He argued at the tribunal that he was merely following the orders from his superior to fulfill his duty as a soldier,” Mo Fan said.

Everyone at the military academy was listening carefully to Mo Fan’s story, including General Jessica and the officer.

The story had aroused fierce debates among the soldiers. The order was to kill civilians, yet the soldier would be sentenced to death if he did not obey the order. Was he guilty or not?

“I have never heard of the story before, but I would like to know your opinion on it,” Secretary Richard replied.

“The tribunal judged him to be guilty. It’s true that he couldn’t choose not to shoot, but he could raise his gun by ten centimeters,” Mo Fan answered.

The people of the academy were stunned when they heard Mo Fan’s reply.

General Jessica was one of them. She was still debating whether the soldier was supposed to fire his gun or not.

Even though he was obligated to fire his gun, he could still choose to hit or miss his target!

“It’s a fascinating story, but not everyone will figure out the smart way out like you,” Secretary Richard said.

“Which is why I’m telling you the story. You can do the same thing too. It depends on whether you are willing to raise your gun. You clearly know who he is,” Mo Fan replied.