Chapter 127
Meldon did not let go of the collar even when he saw the middle-aged man. It was because he had already gotten a sense of things at a glance.
‘How could someone of that age still wear such clothes?’
Though it was the uniform of the headquarters, it was the type worn by low-ranking officers. Moreover, by the time someone reached their 30s, they usually had at least one epaulet on their shoulder, but he had none. This was proof that he was from the very bottom of the hierarchy.
‘He must be from the Schlaphe Hall. And not just from there, but the absolute dregs.’
The man probably came here to reminisce, for it wasn’t uncommon for graduates to return to visit.
“You seem to be treating that student a little too harshly,” said the middle-aged man with a blink.
Meldon let go of the collar and was about to bow his head. After all, the man was his senior, and as long as he was still active, it was necessary to show a certain degree of respect.
“Hello, Senior.”
Meldon’s respectful greeting came out smoothly, but what followed was a subtle pressure to stay out of his affairs.