?"And does it look like I have even a minute of my time to waste on four of you?" Amos replied, his dislike for them visible on his face and tone.


    He tried to walk away but Doris jumped and stood in front of him.


    Wherever the mean witches go there is always drama so seeing that they had picked their target this time around, other students started gathering around them.


    They started videoing the impending fight with their cell phones.


    "I can see being with that idiot has made you be cheeky and not able to recognise the hierarchy so let me tell you…," Doris, the one standing in front of Amos said.


    She walked two steps forward so that they were standing very close to each other.


    "In everything, we are above you and as such you should be lowering your head whenever we walk by, got it?" Doris asked while staring into his eyeballs.


    "Another thing, you dared not talk without permission…,"


    "Are you all the Kings in this Kingdom?" Amos interrupted sternly.


    He turned and walked two steps backwards. With his back facing them, he stated, "As far as I can recall there is only one King in the Kingdom and…," Amos trailed as he turned around to look at the fourdies.


    "Unfortunately he isn''t a woman…," The students watching the fights burst outughing thereby interrupting Amos.


    "So that means youdies are not the King or anything higher than him so what gives you the right to order me around?".


    His mockery didn''t go down well with the fumingdies.


    "We just wanted to have a peaceful discussion with you but since you don''t like it this way…,"


    "Is this what you call peaceful discussion?" Amos asked as he pointed his hands at those watching them.


    "Are you so dumb that you don''t know the meaning of peaceful…," another round ofughter erupted.


    "Shut the hell up," Doris whom Amos called dumb turned and shouted at the onlookers. There was a bit of quietness afterwards.


    "I can see it''s a waste of time talking to you. And I know that no one on campus will take us seriously if we don''t teach you a lesson today …," Tiffany trailed as she turned and faced her squad.


    "Get him," She ordered. And instantly her three friends charged toward Amos.


    "So much for your peaceful discussion," Amos muttered as he started walking backwards.


    Noticing that things were going to get ugly other students who didn''t want to fall victim created space for them.


    The threedies advanced toward Amos with their ws aiming at his stomach.


    Smart as he was, he snatched a white shawl from ady standing by his side. And before thedies could fathom what he was up to, he used the shawl to bind their hands together.


    Breaking free from his bind wasn''t difficult but even with that, an experienced fighter like Amos had so many ways to deal with the proud girls.


    [I wish this fight had taken ce outside campus, I would have dealt seriously with the girls but…]


    Amos bent and dodged Nora''s ws aiming at his neck causing her to leave her five finger marks on the white wall.<novelnext></novelnext>


    [Apart from Chris making a mountain out of a molehill when he learned about this, I am afraid I will end up implicating Joan if I do anything to the girls and this is thest thing I want. I must keep a low-key like Kyle and those nagging guards advised]


    The angry Amos tried to caution himself as he continued dodging the girl''s attack.


    Effortlessly dodging the three girls'' attack despite that he was outnumbered made the girls look like fools.


    As this was taking ce Joanna who was still in the middle of answering Mr Fin''s question was oblivious to what was going on.


    As she continued to speak there was satisfaction on Mr Fin''s face. He subconsciously shook his head whenever she nailed an important point.


    [His Majesty sure did pick an intelligent woman for a wife. I can see she is worth all the troubles he is going through right now]


    Mr Fin was lost in thoughts and didn''t notice that Joanna had concluded her answer.


    "Sir, are you satisfied with my answer or do you want me to continue?" Joanna asked when Mr Fin didn''t say anything.


    Mr Fin snapped out of his daze. Heposed himself instantly.


    He turned and looked at the ss ahead of him.


    "You can go sit over there," Mr Fin pointed at the empty chair in the front row.


    "What the f*ck just happened?" A student blurted out with widened eyes.


    The shock on other students'' faces was evident that they didn''t expect this from the strict lecturer.


    "Do you have a problem with my decision?" Mr Fin turned and red at his students who had begun mumbling.


    Joanna pretended as though she didn''t see the envious looks on others'' faces.


    She walked elegantly to the front row in the middle and sat on one of the empty brown seats.


    "Anyone who thinks I am being unfair can have a try in answering my question as brilliantly as she did and you will get the chance to take the second empty seat beside her," Mr Fin said. His eyes darted from one student''s face to the other.


    In Mr Fin''s ss, the two seats in the front row in the middle column are known to always be vacant.


    All students which have undergone his course are well aware of this fact. They are also aware of the fact that none have gotten the privilege to sit on these special seats.


    So seeing him ask Joanna to sit on the special seat came as a shock to the students.


    "Why are you all suddenly so quiet now huh, say something," Mr Fin said loudly.


    Mr Fin''s eyebrows creased when all of the students went quiet like cold water had been poured on all of them.


    "Are you trying to tell me that none of you is willing to take the challenge?" Mr Fin asked as he focused his gaze on the guy in the green shirt who yelled when he asked Joanna to sit on his special seat.


    "Will I get the privilege to sit close to that beautiful damsel if I can answer your question?" A guy''s cool voiceing from outside the hall echoed in the air.


    Everyone in the hall turned to look in the direction the voice came from at the same time.