Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 296

While Yates had assessed the three astutely, he was, in fact, wrong in his overall assessment. Wurth was a member of the Zhang Clan which wasn't a poor family. True, it wasn't one of the top seven noble clans, but, Wurth's family actually held far more power than an ordinary noble clan. After all, the Zhang Clan was the only family able to progress alongside the top seven noble clans, equally. If a rank were required, then the Zhang Clan would be counted as comparable to any of the top seven noble clans.

Of course, wearing his white outer disciple robe was deceptive, so, Yates wasn't at fault for misjudging Wurth as a nobody.

After his initial assessment, Yates had noted that the three weren't very powerful.

While Zen was a nature creature, he was just at grade one, and Wurth and Sean were only at half-step into the nature level.

Yates wasn't worried about their strength because he was at grade four of the nature level, while his friends were grades four and five, respectively. With their cumulative strength, Yates hadn't given Nory's friends a second thought, which led him to refer to Zen and the others as losers to their faces.

"Nory, when did you grow up? How brave of you to deem to talk to me like this today!" said Yates snidely as he frowned unhappily. With so many people in attendance today, Yates needed to teach Nory a lesson and give him a reminder of who he was addressing.

Wurth and Sean glared back at Yates, enraged. They hadn't thought Nory's family members would ignore his devoted enthusiasm, and they would suffer personal disgrace.

One member of Nory's group remained staunchly expressionless, Zen.

With calm, collected mannerisms, Zen picked up a kettle that was dark-red and enameled from the table and slowly poured some of the water over his hands. As he did, life vitality rose from within, to cover his hands. Under the heat of his life vitality, the tea water quickly evaporated into the air as steam.

When he had finished, Zen stood up, a smile plastered across his face. He patted Nory on the shoulder, and asked, "Hey Nory, who's this guy talking to you?"

Nory continued to glare as he ground his teeth, "He's my cousin."

"Oh, this is your cousin, right?" said Zen in an animated tone. He turned his attention to Yates, continuing to smile, and he said in a bubbly voice, "Since you're Nory's cousin, we're all friends here! I don't see a need for cousins to speak this way between each other. You're relatives. It's unhealthy to shatter the harmony."

"Us, relatives? Ha-ha!" remarked Yates snidely. After a brief pause he rolled his eyes, huffed and contemptuously added, "How does he deserve to be considered a relative of mine? Which member of the Mo Clan acknowledges that Nory is their relative?"

"Well then, since Nory doesn't merit being considered your relative, it makes this much easier now," said Zen while a faint gleam flashed briefly in his eyes, and he smiled slightly.

"Excuse me? Just what do you mean? What is easier?" asked a visibly confused Yates. What Zen said baffled Yates, and left him puzzled.

Chuckling, Zen sarcastically said, "Just now, I believe I heard someone refer to us as Nory's loser friends. Since you and he are family, for Nory's sake, we can bear it. However, you said you aren't relatives. Therefore, there is no reason for us to tolerate such insults!" Zen timed his words so that as he finished speaking and the words sank in, his life vitality congealed on his right hand, and at the same time, a fierce power spread from his body to engulf Yates and his companions.