Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

"Is that Bartrem?" Mary asked. "What is he doing with the soldiers?"

"I told them to make money," Aldred said.

"So they open a betting avenue?"

"They also open a food stall. Look over there."

Mary looked to the side and saw a small stall where a soldier was selling pre-cooked food wrapped in paper.

"You're already rich, Aldred. Why would you tell Bartrem to make money? The profit from selling those foods must be very low," Mary said.

"What are you talking about? Each piece of food cost 50 million gold coins."

"What! Why is it so expensive?"

"You might not know this, Mary, but all the people here are rich people. 50 million gold coins is nothing to them."

"Then what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you increase the price?!" Mary then went to each stall that Bartrem had set up and changed the price to 100 million gold coins for each food.

Sure enough, none of the customers glanced at the price and simply bought anything they wanted.

This level of spending was unprecedented in her life. She had never seen something like this before even though she was a guard in the royal palace, she didn't really know how much money nobles spend on day to day.

The only time she had seen so much money being spent was when Aldred bought a fleet. But the cost was justified with how powerful the ships were.

But a simple food for 100 million gold coins? She was drooling every time someone bought food from the stall.

Aldred shook his head and smiled bitterly after seeing this. He looked to the side, and noticed Ivette was drooling too.

"Are you drooling because of how much money we got, or are you drooling at the food being sold at the stall?"

A teacher walked towards Aldred. "Are you a new teacher?" He said with a smile.

"Yes. I joined recently."

"Nice to meet you. I am the teacher of 2nd grade class B, Huevod." He reached out his hand for a handshake.

"I am Aldred. The teacher of first grade Class F."

Huevod immediately pulled his hand and looked at him with disgust.

In an instant, he became uninterested and walked away.

Aldred didn't take the action to heart and simply raised an eyebrow. He was surprised at the level of discrimination in this school.

Each student were the children of rich parents, so why would they be so discriminated against? It didn't make any sense.

"Ugh. I almost touched the hand of that Class F teacher."

Aldred's ear twitched as he heard Huevod talk about him a distance away.

"That new Class F teacher?"

"Yes. He has good clothes and good looks, but I didn't expect he's Class F teacher."

"Too bad. Looks can be deceiving indeed. If he's a teacher of Class D or C at least, then I would have courted my daughter to him."

"He must be a very weak Gold Rank."

"My graduated students could probably defeat him with one hand tied on his back."

"Hahaha. I agree with that. All Class F teachers are losers after all."

Aldred frowned, and approached them. "Are you guys insulting me?"

They all looked at him with a smug look. There was no hint of guilt. They truly looked down on him and Class F.

The teacher looked at Aldred clenching his fist, and snorted.

"Please act more dignified, Class F teacher. You're not in the countryside school. This is a prestigious place where not just anybody could enter. Of course sometimes a little trash slipped inside."

"Are you calling me trash?"

"Oh, when did I say such a thing? Do not accuse me, Class F teacher."

The man said 'Class F teacher' as if it was an insulting word.

"LIke my friend said, act with dignity and grace. If you don't want to be marked as trash, then don't act like trash."

Aldred was pissed. He had never insulted them, and yet they kept insulting him. He controlled his emotions and smiled.

"There's a saying. Those who speak a lot of trash are trash themselves."

The teachers frowned. They didn't expect Aldred to counter them. Aldred implied what they said was trash, and that they were also trash.

The teachers looked at each other and then laughed before putting their eyes on Aldred.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Clowns are supposed to be laughed at."

"Are you calling me a clown?"

"I never said such a word, Class F teacher. Didn't I tell you not to accuse me?"

Aldred smiled. "I heard the 2nd grade Class B teacher is a powerful martial artist. But my students said I am much stronger even with both my legs tied."

Huevod frowned. "Are you saying that I am weaker than you?"

"I never said such a word. Please don't accuse me. But when I look at you, teacher Huevod, I think what my students said were… logical."

Huevod's vein bulged on his forehead. Aldred didn't insult him directly, but instead use polite and indirect words. This pissed him off even more.

"By the way," Aldred started. "Since I am a new teacher, I would like to give you a present."

He summoned a high quality rare shield from his inventory.

Huevod was quite impressed by the shield. Not only did it look good, he could feel some sort of defensive power from it.

"Please accept this gift." Aldred handed the shield with both hands, but suddenly, the shield cracked and crumbled to the floor.

"Oh, sorry about that. I might have held it too tightly."

The teachers widened their eyes when they saw the high quality shield crumbled to the floor.

Aldred smiled and left, but the teachers were still shocked.

That shield could hold against their attacks for a few hours, but Aldred destroyed it in an instant.

This made them reconsider their judgment. Just how strong was Aldred?

"It has to be a fake shield."

"Yeah. It has to be a fake. It's impossible for a high quality shield to be destroyed like that."