Chapter 81: Idiotic
"I hear you’ve said some quite arrogant words."
Theron stood in silence, not replying.
"Mm," Dean Thistle chuckled, but he only leaned back in his chair. He didn’t feel like he had a need to display his power again. "You know, if you would like to ingratiate yourself with me, you should get more used to lowering your head."
"If you want to use me, use me. If you want to keep losing, feel free to continue flexing your superior age."
"Oh?" Dean Thistle burst into laughter. "If you get old enough to flex your superior age as well, you’ll realize just how hard that was to come by. You have little idea just how many of those like you die too early because they don’t know how to control themselves."
"Or aren’t born into prestigious noble clans. But I’m sure it was all your self-made genius that got you to this point."
There was a flash of cold in Dean Thistle’s eyes, but he knew if he lashed out now it wouldn’t be in the best interest of his image. He had to admit, though, the child had a sharp tongue and he knew how to use it.
In the end, he chuckled once more.
"You know, commoners like you really do think it’s very easy to be born a noble. I find it quite amusing. I don’t think it’s very impressive to be born with nothing and force yourself to strive for something—what choice do you have?