Munitions Empire-Chapter 934 - The Tragic Day of 857

Chapter 934: The Tragic Day of 857 Chapter 934: The Tragic Day of 857 Marquis of Bailu counted as one of the top aristocratic families in the Tang Empire. If wealth alone were to be considered, they might rank even higher.

After all, the Tang Empire had only been established for just over a decade and hadn’t had the time to solidify a real aristocracy, so most of the so-called noble families were outsiders.

There was no need to mention the Royal Family. Although they were incomparably noble, there were no more than six people who could truly be called royals – nowhere near the scale of other empires, with their hundreds or thousands of extended royal relatives dragging along.

The remaining Ministers were “lone wolves,” still too early in their careers to develop family enterprises: some military officers had only recently established households, their children still ruling the roost in elementary school.

Civil Ministers were even more varied: Harry had only married a few years ago, Prime Minister Roger had only taken a wife last year, Mathews was even a Dwarf, and Ministers like Parksimon Vancoms were mostly in the same boat.

Nangong Hong was still single, and Elf John had a plethora of girlfriends but no son to speak of. Therefore, within the Tang Empire, the Bailu family held considerable prestige.

Thus, when the fourth son of the Marquis of Bailu entered the school, he naturally attracted the attention of numerous female students: with a Rolls-Royce dropping him at the school gates, blending in was out of the question.

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Under the gaze of these female students, the fourth young master of Bailu suddenly felt that going to school might not be such a bad thing after all. He headed into the school with his cronies in tow, only to find that while he was allowed in, his cronies were stopped by the guards.

“They’re all my servants. Why can’t they come in?” The fourth young master had never received such treatment; wherever he went, he was usually surrounded by a crowd of attendants.

“Only students, teachers, and school workers may enter the school… All other idle persons are not permitted inside!” The guard politely informed him of the royal technological university’s rules.

“Who will guarantee my safety if I don’t have my servants and bodyguards with me?” The fourth young master felt the guard was intentionally making things difficult for him.

“The safety of the students and staff here is ensured by the security department,” the guard replied, chin held high, with a firm tone.

“You…” The fourth young master wanted to intimidate the guard with a few more words, but upon noticing the 56-type assault rifle slung over the guard’s shoulder, he thought better of it.

He decided to have someone investigate the school’s security department when he got home and then get his mother to ask his father to transfer these ignorant fools elsewhere.

Grinding his teeth, he snatched his backpack from his lackey and entered the school gates with resentment, muttering, “Just you wait!”

“Why waste words? Either go in or get out!” Seeing the crowd at the entrance, the duty officer emerged from the gatehouse, his brow furrowed and voice stern, “Which class are you in? Looking for a demerit, are you?”

The fourth young master didn’t know if he was cowed by the officer’s presence or went weak in the knees at the sight of the Beretta handgun at his waist, but he chickened out, grabbed his backpack, and quickly walked away without looking back.

Yesterday night at the Starry Night Club in Chang’an, he was the respected Bailu fourth young master. This morning at the entrance of the Tang Empire’s Royal Technological University, he was just a tuition-paying audited student…

Soon, the fourth young master of the Bailu Family realized a serious problem at this school: there were children of farmers who tilled the land, and there were nobles like him who came to study in luxury cars. They all had one thing in common: they were intelligent.

Regardless of their financial or social status, all these people had sharp minds: they had passed the entrance exams, were academic elites in class, and could flawlessly answer the teachers’ questions, which seemed as obscure as encryptions.

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Unfortunately, the young master couldn’t even understand what the teachers were saying: he recognized every word, but strung together, their meaning eluded him.

After just one class, he became a philosopher within the technological university, pondering deep questions: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

“Dude, you’re awesome! Sitting through a whole class without taking notes? Relying completely on your brain? That’s amazing,” said the boy sitting next to him, patting his shoulder. It was unclear whether he was mocking or admiring him.

When I went to school, it was my entourage who took notes… The fourth young master thought to himself with a mixture of amusement and helplessness. For a noble like himself, not having his lackeys answer the exams was already giving the school considerable respect.

In his distant memory, the blackboard showed equations like X-Y=17, X+Y=86, asking for the values of X and Y… but today, upon looking up, what the heck was the teacher writing on the board? Some cryptic balance equations like those drawn by alchemists in fairy tales?

Caught off guard, the young master hadn’t figured out if he had missed three years of math classes when a new teacher entered and began cleaning the blackboard.

Suddenly, he realized that the people around him had changed to faces he didn’t recognize, and that he shouldn’t continue to stay in this classroom.

So, amidst the snickers of others, he tucked his backpack underarm and made an embarrassed dash out of the classroom, turning in the now-empty corridor to rummage through his backpack for his schedule to figure out where he was supposed to go next.

“I say, that student!” A teaching patrol who happened to pass by approached with his hands behind his back, encountering for the first time in the Technology University a fool wandering the halls during class.

“Tea, teacher…” The Fourth Young Master looked up and awkwardly explained why he was still in the corridor during class time, “I had a bad stomach, just, just came out of the restroom.”

“Are you okay? Shall I take you to the medical room?” The patrol was understanding, and his rebuke turned into concern. After all, those who could enter this school were the cream of the crop and deserved all the goodness in the world.

“No, no need.” The Fourth Young Master hurriedly waved his hand.

Look! See what it means to not leave your post even when wounded! There’s a reason people study well! Even with a bad stomach, he didn’t want to miss class, insisting on attending lectures. What spirit is this? This is the legendary spirit of perseverance in the endless sea of learning!

Touched by the Fourth Young Master, the patrol let him off the hook and escorted the pitiable Bailu Fourth Young Master to the classroom he was supposed to be in, even explaining to the teacher the reason for his tardiness.

However, when the Fourth Young Master entered the classroom, he saw the blackboard covered with chemical molecular structures. The good news was he recognized all the symbols since he had memorized the periodic table. The bad news was that he did not recognize what those symbols made up…

Tragic experiences are always strikingly similar. All of a sudden, the Fourth Young Master began to miss the Chinese literature classes he had attended at school—at least in those classes, he could understand what the teacher was saying.

Learning his lesson, he finally adjusted to the pace after the class ended because he couldn’t understand what the teacher was saying and could only check the schedule and the classroom for the next class.

Finally, after a morning of torture, the Bailu Fourth Young Master still arrived at the most friendly place to him in the Royal Technology University: the canteen.

As a gourmet, the Fourth Young Master studied food closely. Here, he found his own sense of belonging, and he thoroughly showed the three new friends he had just met what professionalism meant, “Radishes not picked right, too much tendon, failure! The pork skin is too mushy, no bite to it, failure! The blood cake is too mushy too, falling apart on picking it up, a failure among failures… How does one eat in this cafeteria?”

“Fourth Bro is awesome! We thought the food here was pretty good, but after Fourth Bro’s review, it turns out we’ve never really tasted what’s truly good,” one student had already started calling the Fourth Young Master ‘big brother’—no helping it, Gold Coin is still appealing.

“I’ll take you guys to Starry Night for dinner. The chefs there aren’t great, but at least they care about the ingredients.” Finally, in that moment, the Bailu Fourth Young Master found a bit of a familiar feeling.

Unfortunately, that familiar feeling lasted only a few seconds before it was dispelled by his three classmates, “No need, I have to review Chemistry tonight, or I’ll forget everything.” “What are you joking? We have bed checks, Fourth Bro.” “Stop kidding, if someone recognizes that I went to Starry Night, my dad will have me castrated.”

“Sigh…” The Fourth Young Master sighed, not knowing whether it was for himself or for the three classmates who couldn’t go to the Starry Night club.

The afternoon’s gym class was straightforward military training. The Fourth Young Master had long been drained by wine and pleasure and had no strength left to persevere. As a result, this pampered young master was directly kicked out of the line by the coach.

After being tormented for hours, the Fourth Young Master could no longer hold it together; he decided to curse the teacher who beat him.

“How dare you hit me?” He struggled to stand up and wanted to rush forward, immediately getting restrained by a few classmates.

“Teacher, we are sorry, he ate too much at noon!” “Teacher, he’s delirious from heatstroke.” A few students apologized to the teacher while holding back the Bailu Fourth Young Master.

The teacher, who looked about sixty with a balding head, saw the dissent on the Fourth Young Master’s face, rolled up his sleeves, and snickered, “He dares to fight back? Come on, let him go, let him come!”

The Fourth Young Master got even more agitated at this, “Do you know who I am? You dare to hit me! I will make sure you can’t remain a teacher!”

Upon hearing this, the old man laughed, “Ha! I truly don’t know who you are. I’ve been beating failing dullards in my classes for over a decade, starting with Galsa and Dino, Yulin, then Strauss, Bolton… Today, I really want to see who can stop me from being a teacher!”

A hush fell… Suddenly, the noisy line quieted down. The classmates let go of the Fourth Young Master’s hands and cleared a path for him: Brother, you really are brave. Go on, let’s have our eyes opened to see what it means to have the power to reach to the sky.

The names this old man mentioned seemed familiar… The Bailu family’s Fourth Young Master recalled, and after realizing who they were, the scene in front of him started spinning.

It’s so hot… Am I having a heatstroke?

“Teacher is mighty! You haven’t even made a move, and the scoundrel has already fallen!” Faintly, before he passed out, he heard a group of students creatively complimenting.

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Two updates today, entangled in trifles for two days, will make up updates tomorrow, the matters are resolved, guaranteed updates for tomorrow.