The person was sent flying away and slammed on the table behind him. Fortunately, it was an empty table. The pub workers and the few customers were staring at the commotion with dumbfounded faces.

After kicking the first helper, he went and dodge the second one, who tried to grab him. After successfully dodging it, Eman followed up with an uppercut that connected to the second helper's jaw. The person was flipped backward because of the power behind his attack. It was an uppercut with a 200 Soul Energy in it. With his current level, he believed it was enough to knock out the opponent, who was exuding an aura of silver grade.

It didn't take long for Eman to defeat them and stupefied the surrounding people.

"What?" it was a surprised exclamation from the root of the commotion after Eman defeated all his helpers. He could not believe his helpers were defeated by a young man with such ease.

"What useless mofos!" He grunted, but his face twitched to an ugly expression when he noticed the young man was walking towards him. The person pushed his body away from Eman. "You! Don't come near me! Be grateful that I've spared your life!" He said but fright was visible on his face.

Seeing the young man had no intention of stopping, his heart sank and nervousness creeped out from within. "Damn it! My family is the owner of the Red Drake Clan!" He bellowed. 

"What--!"

"T-the Red Drake Clan?"

"Wasn't the Red Drake Clan one of the strong clans in the Magical Academy?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Wait, could that man be…"

"Idiot! That's The Young Lord Shawn. The only child of Baron Vinz Malthor."

"But, why was he here in the capital?"

Eman heard some surprise utterances. The rich-looking man who had medium-length curly blond hair and Ruby red eyes, showed a smug face after hearing the mutters coming from the people around them.

Seeing the young man stopped on his feet as he glanced around, he stood up and announced. "Did you hear them? That's right! I am the son of Baron Vinz Malthor! Hehe!"

He sneered and continued. "But it's too late now. Hehe, I won't forgive you unless you kneel in front of me!" Shawn Malthor declared.

However, Shawn was taken aback when the young man looked back at him. For some reason, 'Why was this man staring at him with those cold eyes?' He felt an inexplicable fright from those eyes. A chill ran down his spine.

Tsk! How can a mere plebeian scare him like that?!

He could not believe it. He wasn't the type of person who was fond of training and getting stronger. So he wasn't actually strong in a fight. He rather hired someone to protect him. With his status as the only son of Baron Vinz Malthor, no one had dared to anger him.

But before he knew it, his collar was yanked by the young man in front of him.

What--what! Before he could say anything else, a punch landed on his face that darkened his vision. But it didn't stop with just that.

The next to happen was a painful beating.

Pow! Bum! Pow!

"Ouch! Wai-wait--!"

Pow! Ugh!

"S-s-s-stop….. p-please…!" He begged to stop the beating as he could feel his handsome face was about to get crushed. 

Gwek!

Whenever he tried to speak, the young man sent a straight punch on his face, making his words left unfinished. Who is this imbecile? He wanted to ask. But he could not as the young man continued beating him. He just wished he would lose his consciousness to not feel the pain any longer. However, how the hell did he remain conscious even after those beatings?! It seemed as though he controlled the power of his punch just enough to make him suffer.

His face was now bloody and sullen all over as though it was about to explode.

After the last hit, he finally escaped the predicament when his consciousness started to get clouded.

But before he lost his consciousness he spoke in mind, 'This is unbelievable! Someone raised their hands to the son of the baron!'

How could he just let this humiliation be unpaid! That bastard will regret it!

After beating the son of the baron, Eman and Sol left the pub after paying the bill as though nothing had happened. He already lost the appetite to continue eating.

He had many things he needed to prefer for the coming future than wasting his time with these thugs. Especially that he was now going to be the lord of a village. But aside from that, he needed a benefactor which is why he was pushing Sol as a noble. So that she could act as one.

His knowledge regarding the empire's politics was as shallow as a swimming pool. That's why Eman decided to observe first and followed their protocols while at the same time studying and learning all that he needed to learn.

If only the empire would not meddle with his village, then he would not need such preparation. But regardless, he was just an outsider. It was already a big achievement to become a noble in this world in which he was reincarnated as a commoner. 

The main reason that Eman wanted to lord his own village was, it would be easier for him to register his people's identity. With this method, his people could roam further in the empire without the fear of getting suspicion as they became a legitimate empire's people. Though, in truth, they were former ratmen. A type of beast that resembles rats.

Together with Sol, he went back to the Academy the next morning. Same as usual, the two of them went their opposite ways after entering the academy gate.

Eman went to his classroom immediately, the 10th class which was located at the far end of the corridor.

Everyone looked at him when they saw him. Eman noticed some weird expressions on their faces. Well, since he was absent for a long time, they probably forgot who he was.