“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance. “Green-haired guy?” one of Sean’s minions, Rusty, asked. He was a boy with a freckled face and rust-colored hair. “Do you mean Kael Armani?” “No, not that one. Kael is with no doubt worthy to be elite, but his younger brother whose background is unknown shouldn’t be included,” Sean said with contempt. “I bet he became an elite because his siblings were elites, but there was nothing extraordinary about him.” “Stop spouting nonsense, Sean.” Viscount
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