The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

Meilan certainly didn't fall in love at first sight; rather, she felt uncomfortable all over as soon as she saw Lorenwei.

Could he be... a reincarnated hero?

The high-ranking demons had a terrifying intuition.

No, what a coincidence!

Furthermore, if he were a reincarnation of a hero, he wouldn't be queuing up among commoners to apply; he would be directly admitted or go through the noble pathway. Therefore, he is definitely not a reincarnation of a hero!

Meilan's little brain is also very sharp, and she's good at reasoning. She just needs a pair of glasses to help her figure it out.

At this moment, the boy who had been staring at him looked away.

"Hmm, I know it's not good for you to stare at others, right?" Meilan snorted inwardly.

But the next second, she was surprised to see the boy leave the queue and run to the front.

He picked up the chicken leg from the ground that had missed its target.

Meilan was surprised.

Are the people here also starving? Even if the food left behind by the nobles is tempting, we can't eat it!

Grandma always said, you can't accept food that other people are eating!

Meilan can still clearly remember that when she picked up the chicken leg just now, it did smell really good, even better than potstickers...

Should I have... ptooey!

No matter how delicious something is, you can't abandon your dignity!

"Don't pick and choose what you're eating!" Meilan was about to stop him when she saw the boy carrying the chicken leg and running quickly to chase after the carriage.

Huh? Didn't you want to eat?

Meilan watched him chase after the carriage with curiosity.

"Haha, is he trying to use this opportunity to get acquainted with nobles?"

Someone nearby suddenly whispered.

Huh? Meilan didn't understand.

Lorenwei ran very fast, and the carriage, out of respect for the academy, did not speed across the square. So in just a dozen breaths, she caught up with the carriage and they were running side by side.

"Hey, nobleman, did you drop this chicken leg?" Lorenwei shouted as she ran.

The nobles inside the carriage heard the somewhat soft boy's voice and looked out the window, but they didn't react for a moment.

Before the other person could answer, Lorenwei called out again, "I'm honest and will return it to you!"

Snapped--

The chicken leg was thrown back into the car... and landed squarely on the face of the male aristocrat inside!

Chapter 019 The Legend of the Man with Dark Circles

On the bluestone square where registration is being held.

"He actually smashed the carriage with chicken bones?"

"I saw it! That's really brave!"

"That's a noble's carriage. They won't be killed on the spot or burned to ashes by a single spell, will they?"

"If it were the girl who was hit by the chicken bone earlier, there might still be hope, since young girls might be spared."

"Poor child, are your parents home? Hurry up and apologize!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly became chaotic, and even the queue bent to create a clearing, leaving no one within three steps of the instigator, Lorenwei.

"Stop the carriage!" came the angry roar of the nobleman from inside.

The carriage stopped.

But the person on top didn't come down immediately; they seemed to be wiping their face.

The person in the front seat jumped off the carriage in a panic. Besides the coachman, there was also a swordsman-level attendant.

"Who is it?!" The nobleman's angry roar instantly silenced the surrounding area.

The feeling of having cleared a space was even more pronounced; there was no one within five steps of Lorenwei.

The coachman quickly opened the carriage door, and a bulky nobleman, supported by a swordsman, slowly stepped out and stood on the ground.

The first impression everyone gets is that this person is five feet tall and five feet wide.

No wonder they threw chicken legs out of the carriage; you can tell just by looking at their physiques. Almost everyone in the crowd had this conclusion.

The swordsman nervously served him: "Lord Utz, we haven't arrived yet, why are you getting off the carriage?"

"Someone threw trash into the car and it hit my face! Don't you know?!" Utz scolded, spitting all over the swordsman's face.

He was dressed in an elegant velvet robe trimmed with white fur, a common attire for baronial nobles.

"Lord Utz, it was my negligence in guarding the area!" the swordsman cried out in alarm. He had thought the academy was peaceful, but this had unexpectedly happened. He had indeed been distracted, focused on the young female examinees, and hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"Who hit me, Baron, with a chicken bone?" Utz looked around. He used his title in his speech, clearly intending to use his noble status to intimidate others.

He didn't even need to search hard; Lorenwei didn't hide and saw him at a glance.

The applicants and their parents around them consciously kept a distance of ten meters, even further than before.

“It’s me.” Lorenwei crossed her arms behind her back, looking nonchalant.

Baron Utz was furious, his fat face twitching: "You dare..."

"I dared to do it first! I did it first!" A girl's clear voice rang out as the woman in the cotton-padded jacket rushed forward.

Not the woman in the cotton-padded jacket, but Meilan.

Her oval face was tilted slightly upwards, and her expression seemed to say, "This credit is mine, don't try to take it from me."

"Who are you?" Baron Utz sized up the girl with the strange clothes.

Her long red hair, tied in a ponytail, fluttered and draped over the small bundle she was carrying, clearly indicating that she was an unkempt girl.

He knew that the ordinary-looking boy was the one who had chased after the carriage to ask if the chicken bone had fallen.

"I threw the chicken leg first, but unfortunately I missed!" Melanie tilted her head resentfully at Baron Utz, observed him for a moment, then turned to Lorenwei and said, "Hey, you hit him in the face with the chicken leg, didn't you? It still looks oily, you hit it right! I wonder how well you shoot the three-eyed sparrow, or maybe the one-horned rabbit..."

Lorenwei found it amusing; the fat nobleman was talking about chicken bones, while the girl was talking about chicken legs. It seemed that people of different social statuses viewed things differently.

"Are you a hunter by trade?" Lorenwei guessed.

"No, I'm a farmer. We don't have enough food, so I have to go out and hunt for things often, but Grandma always says I can only hunt one a day, it's not enough..."

"Hey! What do you take me for?" Baron Utz interrupted the girl angrily as they seemed to be chatting.

Lorenwei: "That scumbag who littered and almost hit someone."

Meilan: "The fat guy who almost hit someone with his chicken leg and whose tongue is about to be ripped out by a monster."

"..." Baron Utz took a deep breath, about to erupt.

“Don’t discriminate against fat people,” Lorenwei deliberately reminded her. “That’s an inappropriate analogy. Not all fat nobles are trash, and not all trash are fat nobles.”

“That seems to make sense.” Meilan thought for a moment. “But among the nobles down the mountain, the fat ones are all quite fierce, the slender ones are not so fierce, and the fierce ones are all fat. The slender ones…”

Lorenvi shook her head seriously: "You can't generalize. The proportion of fat people among nobles is just a bit higher..."

Those around them were embarrassed, staring blankly as the two of them performed a tongue twister with remarkable chemistry...

"Shut up!" Baron Utz reached into his waist and pulled out a staff, made of thin yellow wood, which turned out to be a level three magic staff.

He was about to chant a spell to attack the two of them.

The swordsman beside him was about to draw his sword.

"Stop!" A teacher in a red robe, who was maintaining order at the scene, suddenly stepped forward and slammed a yellow-shafted iron spear in front of both sides. "No disrespect within the academy!"

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On the other side, the great sage Jansen clutched his stomach and hurried away, searching everywhere for a toilet.

Despite his efforts to avoid attention, even outside the square, there were still so many people on the street that someone inevitably noticed him.

"Hey, look at that person, he's so weird." Several familiar parents, who were gathered together waiting for their children to register, were chatting.

Unaware of the laxative incident, another male parent laughed and said, "Those obvious dark circles under your eyes, you must have done too many fill-in-the-blank questions."

"Haha, you mean you've done too many fill-in-the-blank questions with girls?"

The men exchanged knowing glances.

At that moment, Ethers appeared in front of Jason with a smile.

"Ah! Honey! Help! You had dark circles under your eyes just now, and now you have dark circles under your eyes too." Jason seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

"Come on, let me help alleviate the effects of the medicine." Aisser cast a healing spell. Although it couldn't cure the illness immediately, the soothing effect was significant.

The male parents who were watching the commotion had their eyes wide open.

They were amazed by Aisser's beauty and grace, and as they watched them walk away hand in hand, they were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"No wonder..."

"Looks like that, figure, wow..."

"Yes, if it were me, even if my lower body was covered in dark circles, I wouldn't regret it!"

"My instructors used to teach me that men should die on the battlefield, and I thought that made a lot of sense back then," a parent who had served as a spearman said sincerely. "Seeing him and her, I think dying in bed wouldn't be so bad..."

Five ounces of flesh on the chest, enough to pay the grain tax without shortening one's lifespan. Three pounds of flesh on the chest, barely enough to make tea with goji berries.

Soon, the gossipy male parents discovered that a woman with a chest as broad as the ocean was also waiting for the man with dark circles under his eyes.

They didn't know the headmistress, Bordonna.

"We're doomed!" the men whispered in alarm.

Five pounds of fat on the chest, even eating goji berries as a meal wouldn't save me!

On the second day of the recruitment, a piece of gossip began to circulate: