The supporting character's harem is very normal

Chapter 500: Rakka’s trust

Rakka frowned upon hearing that, but then sighed: "Good! I won’t force you to accept, but in the future, you will have to help me a lot."

"Hahahaha... Of course, you also have to protect me, right?" Lathel replied with a smile.

"That’s right." Rakka nodded as he looked towards Lathel in confusion.

You must know that the will of a saint-level master is extremely terrifying.

Even those who have reached king level cannot resist the appeal of the will of a saint-level master.

But Lathel rejected it freely, as if the item didn’t have any value.

Rakka wondered if he didn’t know the true value of this thing. No, looking into Lathel’s surprised eyes, Rakka realised that Lathel knew very well the value of this sword.

Rakka looked at Lathel for a long moment, then sighed and said: "Okay, since you didn’t accept this sword, then I can give you good information."

"Good information!" Lathel asked confusedly.

"Do you know Barosik? According to my investigation, he was originally in your class." Rakka asked softly.

"Barosik?!" Lathel was startled when he heard Rakka mention that name.

You must know that Barosik is a male lead, like Rakka. So Rakka mentioning that name to him confused him.

’Could it be that they met and cooperated?’ Lathel frowned, thinking about that scenario in his mind.

Rakka saw that Lathel’s expression was a bit strange and immediately asked: "What’s with that expression?" Are you afraid of him?"

Lathel shook his head... then nodded and sighed: "That’s right. He’s... quite scary. Do you know him?"

"Not really." Rakka raised her eyebrows and said: "Do you know what his talent is?"

Hearing that, Lathel immediately shook his head: "No, but I have a clue."

"Hm?! Tell me your guess."

"He seems to possess a sort of appraisal." Lathel frowned and said, trying to hide what he knew: "He can clearly know the properties of an item; however, this is just my speculation."

"If he really possessed such talent, it would be terrible. He can get rich in just one night; from one gold coin, he can earn a mountain of gold coins."

Hearing that, Rakka frowned and continued to ask: "Do you and him have any conflicts?"

Lathel shook his head and sighed: "It’s not really a conflict. Barosik originally came from a normal family; his parents died because of a monster attack."

"That’s why he seems to hate people of high status, especially nobles or people with good talents."

"I had too much support from my classmates, so he hated me, and he constantly picked fights with me."

"You didn’t hit him?" Rakka smiled disdainfully: "He is just an ordinary person; you are a high-ranking noble. For you, killing him is easier than killing an ant."

Lathel frowned at Rakka, pretending to be confused, and asked: "Haven’t you read the academy’s rules?" Anyone who kills an academy student will be punished."

"Hahahaha... Lathel, you are really stupid, but I like your stupidity." Rakka laughed loudly: "Actually, he and I don’t have any major conflicts."

"It’s just... Your guess is correct. To be more precise, his talent lies in his eyes."

"He can see the nature of a certain material or item. However, Barosik cannot use it indiscriminately."@@@@

"According to my guess, that talent will consume a lot of his magical energy and mental strength. Besides, he can only use that talent on items that are not living creatures."

Lathel shook his head and sighed: "No, on the contrary, he also helped me a lot."

"He can stop Barosik; as Barosik will focus all his attention on him. We just need to observe, wait for the right time, and support Rakka a little."

"Rakka is much more terrible than I thought. Luckily, I became his ally; otherwise, I’m afraid my life wouldn’t be as peaceful as this."

Hearing that, Akna frowned, and her eyes became sharper. Lathel saw Akna’s eyes and immediately said: "Oy! Don’t pay attention or follow Rakka, understand?"

"He is not a normal person. His true identity is much more terrifying than we think. If you follow him, it will only make him wary or even make him our enemy."

"So... what should we do now, young master?" Akna frowned and asked.

"Don’t worry, I have a way to solve this. For now, you should continue to follow Barosik and seek more information about his identity." Lathel said.

"For example... I want to know which woman he is currently interested in or likes."

"Yes, I understand, young master." Akna bowed her head and replied.

Lathel sighed; he felt that in the near future there would be some peace for him.

It’s just... tomorrow, he has to meet Ikarys again.

That’s right, tomorrow is the day of Ikarys’s trial. Even though he was a genius and the Holy Son of the Lumiere Church, his bad luck was that what happened inside the trial space was shown to Catheryne and the Pope.

A Holy Son who has such twisted and inhumane thoughts will greatly affect the honour of the Church.

Even though the Church is a monster that has existed from ancient times to the present, their enemies are no less.

No matter how strong a tiger is, it cannot defeat a pack of wolves or foxes.

Therefore, there will definitely be many interesting things to see tomorrow.

’Let me see... what method Ikarys will use to get out of that difficult situation.’

...

Night comes in the goblin forest.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Barosik was angry and continuously punched the tree trunk, muttering: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Just a small noble, he dares to despise me and use money to humiliate me."

"Damn it! As for that other girl, why did she defend that bastard? He doesn’t deserve it; I’m the one who shines; I’m the focus of this world."

"Calm down a bit." Medos sighed and said: "When are you planning to stop punching that tree?"

"Teacher!" Barosik angrily shouted: "I don’t want to hide this talent anymore. As long as I reveal this talent, those nobles will have to kneel at my feet and lick my feet."

"That woman will also look at me with different eyes. I don’t want to hide like this anymore."

"I want to tell the entire world that my talent is enough for me to despise all other geniuses."

Medos: "..."