“He really wants to learn this time. George Murray bro, if you’re willing to help me this time, about what Mr. Murray said before—asking us to move out of Murray Estate—we’ll move out right away. That way, Mr. Murray can be at ease, and I also promise that my brat will definitely never go looking for Miss Nancy Murray again.” Henry Morgan’s voice came through.

“Oh, that’s something to consider.”

As soon as he heard they were willing to move out, the man named George Murray seemed interested in continuing the conversation.

……

By the wall, a young man leaned against it, his mood growing increasingly complicated as he listened to the conversation.

He thought the world had changed, that many frightening relationships would change too, but… nothing had changed at all.

The wealthy of Murray Manor, like rulers, were still high above, while his father, struggling at the bottom, was still crawling and begging everywhere. This George Murray was the chairman behind Tianlan Magic High School; in fact, with just a word, he could get him into Tianlan Magic High.

But when he heard his dad Henry Morgan say they were willing to move out of Morgan Estate, George Murray seemed relieved and immediately agreed.

In the end, the conversation finished with his dad Henry Morgan repeatedly thanking George Murray, and George Murray drove off in his luxury car, leaving behind the old, lonely pickup truck covered in dust—just like his dad Henry Morgan.

How could this be a dream?

It was as cruel as reality itself. Leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, Frank Morgan was painfully aware that his family’s situation hadn’t changed at all, nor had their humble status.

The old-fashioned titles of “master” and “miss” that should only exist in the old society, in fact, haven’t truly disappeared in modern times. Some families and clans with deep history still hold the positions of those above. Even though those who serve them are no longer called servants but workers, even though they no longer have to bow or kneel, the fate of these people at the bottom is still firmly gripped in the hands of the rich and powerful, manipulated at will.

He himself was born at the bottom, ruled by a family with the surname Murray.

Something seemed to be surging violently inside him. His fist clenched tightly and slammed hard against the bluish wall.

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Chapter 3: The Opening Ceremony

Frank Morgan returned home, his mind full of George Murray’s words. Those words sounded casual yet earnest, but they already revealed so much disdain for the family of Henry Morgan and for himself.

Can’t even become a basic-level mage?

Screw you!!

Frank Morgan admitted that for a while he was very close to the little princess Neil Murray, but as a child, he had no idea this would bring disaster to his poor family. From that day on, Frank Morgan knew that this society still had its strict hierarchies.

“Frank Morgan, hahaha, your problem is solved! I called an old friend of mine—turns out he’s really something now, he’s the director of the teaching office at Tianlan High. He said as long as you train hard, he can get you into Tianlan Magic High and let you awaken the magic element destined for you. This kind of opportunity only comes once in a lifetime, so you have to work hard this time, understand?” With a sallow face, Henry Morgan walked in beaming, his hand slapping Frank Morgan on the shoulder.

Looking at his dad’s joyful smile, normally Frank Morgan would have happily celebrated with him over a week of baijiu, but after learning the truth, how could he still believe in his dad’s honest, hearty laughter? What’s more, Frank Morgan was even more unwilling to believe that the father he respected had never truly been respected by anyone in this society.

“Really? That’s great! That’s my dad—he can handle anything, haha.” At last, Frank Morgan put on a smile and threw his arm around his dad’s shoulders.

“Of course! Who do you think your dad is?” Henry Morgan thought his son’s flattery was pretty good, and his smile grew even wider.

The two of them still had a few drinks that night. During the drinking, Henry Morgan said tactfully, “Frank Morgan, you should just live at school. I’m planning to rent out the house to give us a bit more to live on.”

Frank Morgan actually knew that this house was basically being sold to George Murray. The shabby place wasn’t worth much, but the land was valuable in the city.

“Sure, rent it out. I hardly come back anyway. It’s just about Summer…” Frank Morgan pretended not to know.

“Summer is at your aunt’s. Honestly, the two of us men aren’t really good at taking care of Summer. She’s a sensible girl, we don’t have to worry too much.” Henry Morgan said.

“Alright, just remember to visit me at school more often.” Frank Morgan said.

“Got it, got it. I’m tired, I’m going to bed. You go to school tomorrow.” Henry Morgan finished his last sip of baijiu and stood up a bit unsteadily.

Frank Morgan watched him turn away, and looking at that back, suddenly thought of Zhu Ziqing’s essay.