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"Huh? What the hell are y…" Even before the word 'You' got out of the man's mouth his jaw was crushed.

Not by anything, but a white gloved fist straight to his left jaw, from the glasses butler whom he just humiliated. Then followed by a straight heel kick sending the man flying straight forward.

Boom!

The man leading the blockade crashed onto the armored car behind him, distorting its body into a mangled shape. The force of the kick was strong enough to deform the car's armor. If not for the man's resilient mage body, he would have been killed.

"Kill 'em!" a shout rang out from one of the men surrounding the two.

The surrounding mages began preparing their spells, while a few immediately launched attacks—fireballs, ice spikes, paralysis rays, and exhaustion beams.

But all the spells missed. The young butler's movements were faster than normal human capabilities.

Several ice shards and fireballs hit the ground where the young butler had stood moments before. In the meantime, the young butler's fists claimed a few more assailants, sending them flying into unconsciousness.

"Arrgghh! What's wrong with that damn butler!"

"Shoot him! Use the gun! He's not a mage!" one of them shouted, and several assailants drew their guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire erupted, but the young butler avoided the bullets as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He swiftly threw several knives at the assailants.

Each knife found its mark, striking the gun-wielding assailants in vital spots—throats, eyes, the middle of the forehead. The knives, once ordinary silverware used for dining, had become lethal weapons in the young butler's hands.

He quickly dispatched several other assailants who were still preparing spells. Some spells were already fired at him, but he punched through them, destroying them in the process. His movements were smooth, and none of the projectiles or attacks had hit him.

It was as if he knew the predetermined path of those attacks and managed to avoid them every time. And no matter how intense his movements, the young butler managed to keep his glasses in place.

Every punch the young butler landed broke bones and cracked ribs.

Observing his pupil's performance, the old butler nodded repeatedly while marking the young butler's score sheet.

Looking at the calm old man, one of the assailants pointed at him.

"The old man! Take the old man hostage!" One of the assailants shouted, and their comrades quickly responded, rushing toward the old man who was still sitting calmly in the car.

"Shit!" The young butler rushed toward the car but was intercepted by several assailants.

This time, the young butler didn't hold back, unleashing all of his power, punching the assailants' vital points. Whether it was their skulls, chests, or throats, he immediately destroyed all of their vital organs at the targeted area.

But it was too late. The old butler was pulled out of his car, but even then, he maintained his calm posture and didn't panic.

Seeing this, the young butler smiled wryly and let out a sigh.

"Don't move! If you move, the old man dies!" One of the assailants shouted toward the young butler, who grimaced as if he had messed something up, but there was still no sign of worry in him.

"You have been deducted 20 points for not adequately containing the uninvited guests, Mr. Veneziale." The old butler said with a solemn look.

"20 points!? That's... too much, teacher." The young butler complained.

"20 points is not too much; it's actually quite lenient. If this happens in a real situation when you become someone's butler, please take note that your master might not have combat capabilities. Please prioritize containing uninvited guests in the area they're supposed stay, Mr. Veneziale." Said the old butler.

The young butler nodded in concession, as what his teacher said was reasonable. "Yes, teacher." Veneziale said in defeat.

"Shut up! Old man, do you think I'm joking!?" The assailant holding the old butler hostage roared in anger as he pushed the gun at the old butler's temple.

"How barbaric..." The old butler uttered in disdain before his arm moved swiftly.

In one swift motion, the butler retreated out of arm's reach of the assailant who took him hostage... along with that assailant's left arm.

"Arrrgrggghhh my arm!" The assailant cried in agony as he gripped his arm stump before the old butler tossed his severed arm back at him in disdain. In the old butler's hand, there was a 12-inch-long Atlantean Steel Carving Knife manufactured by Daniel's Astral Workshop.

"You die!" Another assailant aimed his gun at the old butler, but the old butler suddenly vanished, and all of the arms that held the assailants' guns were immediately severed.

The old butler then appeared and stopped in the middle of the street, as if he had just finished a light stroll.

"Phew... I'm getting old..." The old man muttered, adjusting his neck ties as he looked at the young butler. "What are you waiting for? Quickly dispose of these ruffians, and we will continue on our way. We mustn't be late."

"Yes, teacher." The young butler nodded and intensified his attack.

At this moment, a slaughter fest began as the old and young butler swiftly eliminated all the assailants who dared to block their path. Screams and cries of agony reverberated in the area, but none of the citizens seemed to care, and no police were coming. This area had already been subjected to a bounded field spell to prevent any non-mages from entering, keeping the secret of the Curtained World.

After about five minutes, all of the assailants had been eliminated. However, both the old and young butler were unaware that there was a survivor, and he was running to the meeting point of his comrades.

"Hufff... Hufff... What's wrong with those two butlers? Just you wait! I'll come back with more people!" The survivor said through gritted teeth.

He had arrived at his base, the basement of a random building nearby.

"Everyone! We have a problem! Hey...." The survivor froze as he entered the basement, the scene before him as if hell had descended.

All of his comrades had been slaughtered, each with a horrified expression as if they had seen something terrifying. Many corpses had slash and puncture wounds, their hearts missing as their chests were punctured with large gaping holes. Their eyes were wide, and blood soaked the floor.

A lone figure stood solitary within the basement, eyes spitting flame, full of resentment, gazing at the survivor. It was Jack the Ripper, who had come here to cull the ranks of the assailants.

"Who... Who are you...." The survivor uttered in horror as Jack slowly walked toward him step by step.

"No... No! Don't get any closer.. Arrrrrrrrrrgghhhh!" The survivor screamed in agony, but no one heard his scream as the basement had already been subjected to a sound prevention spell.

Meanwhile, after clearing the scene, the old butler continued to mark the young butler's score while the young butler pushed the obstructing car out of the way, just enough for their car to pass.

Afterward, the old butler handed the score sheet to the young butler. "Deduct 5 points for letting your clothes and gloves get dirty with the blood of uninvited guests. A butler must always be presentable and elegant, as that reflects your master's honor and status. Remember that." The old butler instructed.

"Yes, teacher..." The young butler responded with a defeated look as he glanced at his score sheet.

He had been deducted a whopping 25 points! This was too much. The young butler felt like crying but had no tears. His teacher was too strict! He should have gotten at least 70 points and passed with flying colors, but instead, he barely passed with 62 points!

Yes, the young butler was none other than Russo Veneziale, sentenced to learn manners from the best butler school. He had been admitted to "The Royal Institute of International Service," the best butler school in the world, based in Sweden.

At first, he was just like any other butler, but with the condition imposed on him to graduate with the best score by the fearsome mage, Daniel Emberweave, or Magitech, he had to excel. He soon rose to become the top student, performing in a magnificent manner.

His performance caught the eye of his teacher, Edward Pennyworth, the chief butler of the Swedish King and the dean of the school. Upon learning of Russo's situation and knowledge of the Curtained World, Edward took Russo under his wing and trained him as his personal pupil.

Here, Russo learned all kinds of service and manners, along with how to fight elegantly, from his teacher. As a bonus, his teacher awakened his mana pathway, making him a quasi-mage, as his mana pathway served only to enhance his physical capabilities.

He didn't learn any spells other than receiving an insignia tattoo on his back, which automatically enhanced his physical abilities when entering combat.

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