Chapter 202
Percival''s face grew colder the more he listened. From the moment he heard Dorian mention the vi,
he had a feeling something was off. As he suspected, it was these annoying men who were up to no
good. They took advantage of his absence to im all the rooms next to Vivienne''s bedroom.
Upon hearing themotion, Dorian and Cordelia came down from the third floor.
After seeing Percival, Dorian and Cordelia paused, only then remembering that Percival was supposed
to live with them.
However, they hadpletely forgotten, and all the rooms on the second and third floors had been
taken.
"Um..." Dorian nced around before hesitantly proposing to Percival. "Percival, would you mind taking
a room on the first floor?"
Percival lifted his eyes and smirked. His cold gaze swept over the seven men in the hallway, finally
Jerry and the others immediately turned their attention to Leopold. They were threatening him with their
gazes, hinting that if he agreed, they would make him pay.
Leopoldmented in his heart as he wondered why he had to be stuck in the middle of this mess.
However, now that he was facing Percival''s mocking gaze, even though he found the eight elder
disciples terrifying, he realized that if he didn''t agree, Percival would surely make him suffer. So he
chuckled nervously. "I''m afraid of heights. I''ll go to the first floor."
Jerry and the others'' gazes immediately turned murderous, tantly using Leopold of being a
traitor.
Leopold could only pretend not to see them. He slipped upstairs to pack his things, hoping to avoid the
battleground that was the second floor.
As soon as he entered his room, someone grabbed his cor from behind.
Percival''s icy voice echoed in his ear. "Did you have fun tearing down my houses?"
Leopold trembled; he nearly fell to his knees. He turned around and stammered, "Percival, they forced
me. You don''t know how terrifying other eight elder disciples are..."
"Oh?" Percival chuckled coldly. "They''re scary, but I''m not? There''s a hardcore training program
specifically designed for neers at the bureau. How about you lead the team?"
"Please no!" Leopold''s hair stood on end, and he fell to his knees. He was truly begging at this point.
He clung to Percival''s legs, pleading, "Percival, that trainingsts several months! And with all that''s
going on right now, how can you manage to deal with them without me, your handsome and capable
sidekick?"
The hardcore training program,monly referred to as ''Hell Training'' at the bureau, was Percival''s
twisted version of the original program.
They had all endured this brutal training to be official members of the team who were eligible for
assignments.
The original training was designed by Lark and was so brutal that it was dubbed ''Devil Training.''
Those few months of testing were a living nightmare. Out of a thousand participants, fewer than thirty
passed, demonstrating just how twisted the training was.
But Percival, this sadist, wasn''t satisfied after enduring the ''Devil Training.''
He took over Lark''s team and proposed to the bureau to revise the training, adding several extreme
tests and transforming the Devil Training into Hell Training.
Numerous neers at the bureau cried out in pain because of this and cursed Percival behind his
back.
He had barely survived the ''Devil Training,'' so how could he willingly undergo the more terrifying ''Hell
Training''?
"Hmm." Percival sneered, kicking Leopold away. "You think I want you around to annoy me?"
"No, not at all. I''m the most considerate person in the world. How could I annoy you?" Leopold tried to
approach him again.
Percival coldly avoided him and looked at him with a mocking expression, as if to say, ‘Do you really
believe what you''re saying?’
"Percival..." Leopold was on the verge of tears. "Please give me a chance to redeem myself."
Percival responded, "Get rid of the eight men."
For Vivienne''s sake, he could tolerate them trashing his room, but he wouldn''t tolerate them trying to
take Vivienne''s attention from him.
"Uh..." Leopold hesitated as he thought about the elder disciples. But after seeing Percival''s cold gaze,
he immediately agreed. "Sure, sure. I''ll make sure it happens. But..."
Percival''s softened expression stiffened again, as Leopold hastily added, "But they are not ordinary
people. We should take them down one by one."
"Oh?" Percival leaned back on the leather couch as he crossed his long legs and raised an eyebrow at
Leopold. "How do we take them down one at a time?"
"Hehehe." Leopold chuckled, leaned in, and whispered, "Jerry likes to paint, Daniel''s afraid of cats, Eric
loves tea, and the fifth elder disciple..."
Percival gave him a cold nce. "By your method, wouldn''t we be wasting a lot of time?"
Leopold looked like he was about to cry. "This is the best method I can think of. Otherwise, it won''t be
easy to get rid of them."
"Heh!" Percival smirked. "Is that so?"
...
On the first floor.
When Vivienne came down after reprimanding Dawson, she saw Percival and her other eight disciples
sitting across from each other on the couches in the living room, engaged in a standoff.
Jerry and the others red at Percival with distaste.
Though Percival was alone, he didn''t lose an ounce of his daunting aura as he nonchntly faced off
against them.
Dorian and Cordelia watched helplessly as the situation unfolded. The moment they sat down, the
atmosphere turned tense.
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Eric scoffed at Percival. He expertly boiled water and brewed tea using the tea set on the table, then
served it to everyone.
Although many of them usually drank coffee, it was nice to try the world-renowned teas made in
various countries all over the world.
"Dorian, Cordelia, the Queen’s Court tea I brought today is the best tea avable locally. Please have a
taste."
Eric''s words were directed at Dorian and Cordelia, but his eyes were fixed on Percival. He cast him a
challenging gaze as he slid a cup towards him.
Percival gave him a slight smile. He lifted his cup of tea for a sip and praised it. "Rich and lingering. A
fine tea indeed."
Well, Queen’s Court tea was bound to be a delicious and aromatic drink.
Just when Eric was about to bask in his victory, the doorbell rang.
Cordelia rose to answer the door, ushering in Thomas, who was cradling a box.
"Percival, your item is here." Thomas said as he approached Percival.
With a slight nod from Percival, Thomas immediately ced the box on the table, unveiling aplete
tea set.
A carved tea set wasid out on the table. It was polished from jadeite, so the white and green contrast
made it particrly pleasing to the eye.
Eric''s eyes nearly popped out of his skull once he saw the carved tea set. This set was a masterpiece
from the home of the world’s best tea masters. It was crafted by the renowned artisan Yacob. It had
fetched a staggering billion dors at an auction in M Statest year.
Eric was astounded to learn that Percival was the one who had snatched it from him at the auction.
Upon seeing the tea leaves brought by Thomas, Eric gasped. "This… This is…"
Percival took the tea leaves from Thomas and elegantly brewed the tea with the spring water that
Thomas had brought.
"These are harvested from the eighteen tea nts from the Royal Tea Garden. Only two ounces are
produced each year. They are priceless and rare."
"There’s no way you''re using such a valuable antique tea set to make tea?!" Eric watched as Percival
ced the tea leaves and boiling water into the carved tea set.
His eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets, and his face was a picture of heartache. "What a
waste!"
There were only two of Yacob''s tea sets in existence. If it were to be damaged, it would be a loss for all
of mankind.