The green-robed youth had already prepared his follow-up remarks.
Who would have thought that this kid, Allen, wouldn't play by the rules.
He choked him!
His stiff face twitched.
The green-robed youth, exasperated, suddenly raised his voice.
"Boy! I advise you not to be ungrateful!"
"You don't want what happened at the winery last night to happen again, do you?"
"Of course I don't, but what can I do?"
Alan shrugged and spread his hands, looking weak, helpless, and pitiful.
"Haha...that's right!"
The green-robed youth came over and patted his shoulder, a forced smile on his face.
"I know where your troubles come from."
"I can help you solve them."
"But my kindness isn't free, understand?"
"Your Excellency?" Alan looked the man up and down.
"My name is Pat Haven't you heard of me?"
The green-robed youth puffed out his chest proudly.
"Haha! Here's a sincere suggestion: ask someone about my background and my lineage."
"That will help you make the right decision next time."
"Okay." Allen nodded. "I'll find out when I have time. Please go back."
Huh?! This...
The green-robed youth was stunned again.
You kid, why are you acting out of the ordinary again?!
Are you really going to keep this conversation going?!
The green-robed youth was already impatient.
"Boy! I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you!"
"I want 50% of the profits from this winery, and I promise to help you resolve your problems. How about that?"
"I'm afraid that's not appropriate."
Alan frowned.
"What you're doing is nothing more than blatant robbery?"
"Do we still have laws in our Warlock Academy?"
The green-robed young man's face darkened, his voice icy.
"Stop talking nonsense! Why don't you ask where this place is?!"
"No one can do business without the backing of a prestigious family!"
"Boy, don't think I'm taking advantage of you."
"I'm not like you."
"You're just a country bumpkin from Quinte Island."
"I, Pat, am the son of a distinguished family!"
"My noble bloodline is my greatest asset."
"With this asset, I can help you deal with this street trouble."
"Only taking 50% of the winery's profits? Honestly, you're the one taking the biggest advantage! Do you understand?"
Alan sighed.
I've long heard that the descendants of the Warlock family are tyrannical and lawless.
Meeting him today, I truly believe his reputation is well-deserved.
"Mr. Pat, to be honest."
"The distillery isn't just my business. I need to hear my partner's opinion on the share transfer."
"Who's your partner?"
Pat waved his hand impatiently, urging:
"Have him get out here right now!"
Bang!
Before Pat could finish his words, the back door of the distillery was kicked open.
A tall, muscular figure.
Accompanied by a refreshing, fragrant breeze.
"I'm a partner in this distillery!"
Tanya's pretty face was filled with a menacing aura.
She walked straight towards Pat, a sneer curling her lips.
"I heard someone told me to come over here?"
"Why don't you demonstrate first?"
Pat tilted his head, sizing up the frosty-faced beauty.
Not a bit of fear!
In fact, he'd already figured out the winery's backers.
He felt confident enough to come and extort money today.
"Hehehe! Tanya, I knew you'd show up."
"Just in case you forgot, I was reminding you."
"Your Pansen family is merely a vassal of the Ganesha family."
"And I, Pat, am a direct descendant of the Russell family!"
"You, my fellow apprentices, should consider the consequences of offending me..."
"Shut up!"
Tanya suddenly shouted, interrupting him.
"You're talking so much, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"You idiot! I told you to get out of here!"
Patu's face turned red with rage.
"You little brat! What a temper! Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!"
With that, he quickly retreated.
He put a safe distance between him and Tanya.
At the same time, he gestured to cast a spell.
Bang!
Tanya stomped her foot on the ground.
The bricks beneath her feet shattered in a huge shattering motion!
Using the recoil from her stomp, Tanya vanished with the speed of teleportation.
Then she reappeared ten meters away and delivered a powerful elbow strike, slamming Patu's chest!
Violent Flow Level 2 Martial Technique—Mountain Collapse!
The collision was so powerful and forceful, it felt like a landslide and the earth splitting apart!
The green-robed sorcerer, Pat, wasn't actually a boastful person.
He had come to challenge Alan today, anticipating a potential clash with Tanya, who was behind him.
He had cast a protective spell on himself beforehand.
Underneath his robes, he wore a breastplate.
The inside of the breastplate had a thick cotton yarn lining.
Finally, he wore a steel vest underneath.
Any way you look at it, the protection was thorough enough.
According to Pat's plan.
If he could block Tanya's attack, he would have the chance to complete his spell, knocking her down and putting her to sleep.
Now, whether he wanted to kill, slice, or toy with this beautiful and gifted girl was entirely up to his mood. However, facing Tanya's earth-shattering "Mountain Collapse" move...
All the preparations and assumptions made beforehand...
All of them vanished in vain.
All those layers of armor, all for nothing.
Before he could even cast a spell, Patu was instantly killed.
Tanya's elbow knocked him out of the door, sending him tumbling headfirst into the gutter.
Blood rushed to his heart.
He couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted in the stinking gutter.
Tanya cast a contemptuous glance at the gutter.
She turned back to the house and closed the door to the brewery.
She and Alan were alone in the room.
Tanya no longer concealed the worry on her face.
"I was careful not to kill that bastard."
"That's because he has a very difficult background."
"Teaching him a lesson today is enough. There's no need to make a big deal out of this."
Alan nodded, but his mind was still pondering.
Pat don't be so ungrateful and insist on making a big deal out of this.
Tanya glanced at his expression and softened her voice.
"Don't be afraid, Junior Brother!"
"Dad and I will take care of Pat He won't dare to bother you again, but..."
After a moment's hesitation, Tanya continued to express her concerns.
"Pat is a naturalist, a student of Hubert. He's proficient in pharmacology and toxicology, and he might be able to crack the secret formula of the medicinal wine."
"If he copies your medicinal wine, opens a shop, and maliciously competes with us, the consequences will probably not be pleasant."
Alan smiled faintly. "Don't worry, Senior Sister. My family's Panter family formula is not that easy to crack."
"I hope so."
Tanya sighed. She wasn't as confident as he was.
...
A week later.
Naturalist Tower, third-floor laboratory.
"Teacher, are the analysis results of the medicinal wine in?!"
Pat asked Hubert expectantly.
The green-robed sorcerer stood before a pile of alchemical vessels and sighed wearily.
"After a week of hard work, I've finally figured out the ingredients, but I don't think it's meaningful."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Pat demanded hastily.