All-around teacher at the magic academy

Warwick, a third-year student at Gredia Academy, has consistently performed exceptionally well at the academy and is considered an elite by many.

In the upcoming inter-college competition, he, as one of the college's representatives, shoulders the mission of winning glory for his college.

His first match will be against a guy named Hansen Adams.

According to the rules of the competition, the contestants will not know who their opponents are until the last minute before the competition, and this uncertainty makes the atmosphere of the competition even more tense.

However, as the day of the competition approached, news about his opponent began to reach his ears, and Warwick learned of Hansen Adams' name in advance.

Warwick did not deliberately investigate Hansen Adams's situation in depth, because his name seemed to be well-known enough in Barton City, and one could hear all sorts of stories about him with just a little inquiry.

Warwick wasn't too concerned about this. In his view, Hansen didn't pose a real threat because the difference in strength between the two was obvious.

Hansen Adams had once defeated a fellow third-year student at St. Peter's Academy, a feat that might be considered commendable by others, but Warwick didn't take it seriously. He firmly believed that he was different; he wasn't some ordinary person who could be easily defeated.

Despite the fact that St. Peter's Academy and Gredia Academy were evenly matched in strength, Warwick had no worries about it.

Warwick had only one goal in mind: to win the championship. He approached the game with unwavering determination and focus, viewing every opponent as a stepping stone on his path to victory.

In his view, whether it was Hansen Adams or anyone else, they were just small obstacles he needed to overcome on his path to victory.

Warwick strolled along the bustling street, his steps light and confident. He enjoyed the vibrant atmosphere and the feeling of being surrounded by people.

For him, it was a special kind of enjoyment, as if he were the protagonist of this street drama, and everyone was watching his every move.

He wandered through the bustling streets, surrounded by the sounds of people chatting and laughing, vendors hawking their wares, and the occasional distant band playing music.

Warwick enjoyed the excitement; he knew it was the pulse of the city, and his own stage. He loved being the center of attention; it made him feel alive, and alive, and truly vibrant.

He imagined the upcoming match, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew this match would attract countless eyes, not only because of his own fame, but also because of his opponent—Hanson Adams, who was also quite well-known in Barton City. Their duel would undoubtedly become the talk of the town.

Sure enough, just as Warwick was lost in his thoughts, another person who was interested in the upcoming match appeared in front of him.

Warwick had lost count of how many people had come to see him today. He looked up at the figure standing in front of him. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he could vaguely tell that the person was tall, but seemed to have a slight hunchback, which made Warwick a little curious.

Warwick silently analyzed the situation. This person didn't seem to be one of those people of noble birth. In the past, when those of distinguished lineage came to him, their demeanor and bearing invariably revealed an innate nobility and confidence. But this figure, despite his tall stature, seemed to lack that immediately apparent air of prestige.

However, despite the man's unremarkable appearance, Warwick sensed an indescribable aura of danger emanating from him.

This feeling instantly put him on high alert; he realized that the person in front of him was no ordinary person. The other person was clearly trying to conceal their identity, perhaps to avoid being recognized, or perhaps for some other reason.

Warwick looked directly at the other man, a smile playing on his lips, and politely asked, "May I ask what brings this gentleman to my side?"

Although Warwick knew perfectly well why the other party had approached him, he chose to pretend he knew nothing. This was his strategy, and also a little trick to observe the other party's reaction.

The other person didn't answer Warwick's question immediately, but instead stared at him silently for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. That gaze sent a chill down Warwick's spine, but he didn't show it. Then, the other person suddenly turned and left without a word.

He understood what the other person meant; this was indeed a crowded and intriguing place, unsuitable for any in-depth conversation. But Warwick inwardly despised this kind of person; he couldn't understand this constant concealment and reluctance to act openly. In his view, such a lifestyle was far too exhausting.

Warwick felt helpless, but he knew he didn't have many options. He could pretend it didn't exist and ignore it, but he couldn't be sure if the other party would take action against him because of it.

In his life, he always seemed to be in a passive position, always having to deal with other people's arrangements, while he rarely had any initiative.

Should I tell my college teachers about this? Absolutely not. First, I don't know who these people are. Second, the college teachers probably wouldn't want to get involved, since this is someone else's territory.

Warwick followed the man through the bustling streets to a relatively secluded corner. He saw the man suddenly stop, turn around, and look directly at him.

"You're quite sensible." The other person finally spoke, his voice low and devoid of any emotion.

Warwick smiled slightly but didn't answer. He knew in his heart that it wasn't because he was genuinely sensible, but simply because he had no better choice. In this situation, he could only comply.

"Interested in staying in Barton City?" The man's voice broke the brief silence once again from the quiet corner.

Warwick remained silent. This time, he didn't laugh; instead, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes revealing deep thought.

He was quickly considering the meaning behind those words. Clearly, it was an invitation, or more accurately, a test—the other party wanted to know if he was interested in joining them or serving their masters.

Warwick was firmly unwilling, but he also knew how to answer in a way that wouldn't anger the other party while maintaining his own position. Warwick had to admit that speaking was sometimes an art, something he was unfortunately not good at.

Seeing Warwick remain silent, the man seemed to realize his hesitation and concerns, so he sighed and slowly said, "It was I who was too hasty. The important matter is more important."

Warwick secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He had indeed worried that the other party would insist on this issue, and that his life might not be so valuable in their eyes.

He knew he had to be careful, as any rash answer could put him in danger.