Rudolph Herbert had come suddenly and left just as decisively.
After throwing down a threat, he strode away with two attendants who were clearly superhumans.
Ronan did not believe the man had merely been trying to intimidate him. It seemed that when he had confronted Shaquille Bell that night, he had stabbed straight into a huge hornet's nest.
Rudolph Herbert had barely left when Alfred hurried in.
Seeing Ronan still in the classroom, he let out a long breath of relief, only for his expression to turn anxious again. "Ronan, I'm going back to Starkton. You need to leave this place quickly too!"
The handsome blond man looked deeply guilty. "I'm sorry. I got you dragged into this."
Ronan shook his head. "This has nothing to do with you. I don't intend to leave Ceres either."
"You can't!"
Alfred grew even more anxious. "I just heard that Shaquille Bell went to find Rudolph Herbert. They're probably coming after you. My family called me over this morning and told me to return to Starkton immediately."
"I won't be allowed to come to Ceres ever again!"
The blow he had suffered was undoubtedly severe. His entire person looked dispirited and dejected.
"I just met Rudolph Herbert."
Ronan smiled and patted his shoulder. "Forget it. I understand. You should head back first."
"Leave quickly."
Thinking Ronan had taken his advice, Alfred felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest. "After you return to Land, if you run into trouble again, come find me in Starkton. At worst, you can change your identity and hide for a few years."
The Pittman family did not wield much influence in the royal capital, but in Starkton, they were a powerful local force.
Protecting Ronan would not be a problem.
After all, the conflict