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Chapter 84 Darkdemon's Potion Card Crafting [12]
The energy cycle combination of the No. 3 and No. 34 alchemy arrays transforms Jiang Jun medicine into Xia medicine cards. Apart from the core No. 3 alchemy array, it is basically No. 1 and No. 21.
The most common method of making m is to first infuse the magic potion into the magic power, using it as a "pigment" to gradually transform the surface properties of the blank magic card into the properties of the magic potion. The instructor then writes "magical language" on the blank magic card to significantly increase the success rate of the refining process in the gentlest way. This transformation is achieved in the final five years, when the knowledge taught is somewhat like "computer language." The so-called "magical language" is something that junior magicians can only learn by copying "energy boards" during their second year, rather than waiting until they have mastered the "magical language." It is a method of value exchange.
All Dak can do now is, of course, "copy".
Thirty-three minutes later. Dark looked at the transmutation circle displayed on the magic card and knew that he had successfully made it to the final step.
Thanks to his steady fingers and mind, the final step in describing Bu Jing's progress so far was to pour the potion into the light circle formed by the No. 3 Spark Array.
So far in the experiment, the mixture of 1-fruit and 2-fruit has only produced more than 2/3 of the product.
He wasn't sure if the mixed juice would be enough, so he was a little hesitant. But it turned out that even less was needed! He poured the mixture into the alchemy array, and the final fusion began. It was simply a matter of self-mixing the original two cups of mixed juice. At this step, external forces could no longer interfere; it all depended on the semi-formed magic.
If the adjustment is successful, it's a success. If the adjustment fails, there's a chance it will transform into a potion card of inferior or mutated nature.
But most of them still ended up losing.
The most direct visual manifestation at this moment was the various colored lights that kept flashing on the magic card. "Only then was the entire refining process truly over. It took about three minutes for these lights to completely subside. Dak's breathing almost stopped before the magic card's self-regulation was finally complete. He looked down at the magic card's surface. Perhaps because the entire refining process was relatively perfect, the card surface was quite clean. Next to a round, fully-filled circle, lay a piece of material with residual blue-white liquid.
"This should be a prop card, right? Is the special eagle mace, after being refined into a stomach medicine card, a disease-based card or a previous card? The most direct indication is the card face."
Having a container means that during the process of using the item card, the magical spirits need to "consume" it.
From this perspective, magic cards are more convenient.
However, its stability is not as good as the Dao Tong card. It can only be said that each has its advantages and disadvantages. "In the name of Darkdemon? Magic Summoning." Upon successful activation, a bottle of blue-white magic potion appeared in the air. Card Name: Energy Potion Type: Dao Yue Effect: Restores 200 energy points upon consumption.
The "Return to Mana" potion card, which instead of the "Return to Mana" potion, now restores 200 energy points at once. In contrast, the traditional "Return to Mana" potion card restores 100 points of Yu Li (895 points) at once, or it can regenerate to full mana on its own, allowing the sword to be used again. Furthermore, considering that it still requires "Mana" after one use, Dark is quite satisfied.
Next, he still didn't proceed with the creation of the magic card for the mixed juice of the Sail Fruit and the Spiral Fruit, but instead turned it into another [Energy Potion].
He used the most basic method, the universal method of refining medicine into magic potion cards, to practice. He began experimenting with the "Deaf-Frog Potion." After becoming proficient enough, he watched Hu Liang practice, then drank the most effective fruit. Finally, he successfully made the potion.
Card Name: Silent Potion
Type: After use, the user is unable to hear or speak, with a duration of 120 seconds. In a duel, 120 seconds is more than enough.
Dak seemed quite pleased.
The term "taking" here can refer to internal use or external application.
In foreign servers, the effect is achieved by directly hitting the opponent.
One can imagine how pitiful and helpless the spirit that Chen Shengyao hit must have been.
Hmm, just like the current Impmon. But Impmon has already reached the point of being easily defeated? Just plant it on the table, wait for the drug slave to arrive, and it's back to being a good demon. After that, it's time to wash its body and practice the "Bone God Technique" on the bed for an hour.
Lying down to sleep? Dak felt a slight sense of unease, so he went to the coffee shop on the sunny side while looking at (the expert). Perhaps because he hadn't slept well last night, two hours had passed. The test data was being processed, and the sound of the door opening suddenly came from the gate. Dak was preparing to open the door last night. This was really very strange for him. To this day, no one has ever been able to open this door.
The main reason is that he always leaves before others, leaving them little opportunity.
"Who?" "It's me, lovely Diana." The gluttonous Diana opened the door with a bit of helplessness and saw Huan Anna and Meng Si standing in the doorway.
He asked, "Is there something you need?" "Aren't you going to buy a costume for Halloween?" Diana's gaze shifted slightly, and she extended an invitation to Rose, who replied, "It's time."
"S—" Dark recalled the nighttime chaos created by that sound-turned-Li-chan since 2.
Faced with the question, he simply nodded.
Halloween is just over a week away, it's time to get ready.
He didn't want to become the laughing stock at the masquerade ball.
“Let’s go together!” Diana immediately flashed a bright, sunny smile. Dark suddenly felt a little dizzy and said, “Qiaowei, wait a moment; I’ll go change my clothes.”
Halfway through, the three of them entered Traveler's Street via the lake. Diana asked curiously, "Dark, do you have a target in mind?"
"K"
Diana: "I meant the outfit I like!" Dark thought for a moment and said, "Just buy any set from the 'Dark Prince' shop in Swan City." Diana nodded seriously: "The outfit is also very nice. But I would recommend the 'Dark Prince' more." Dark: "'Dark Prince' is more like it, but 'Dark Prince' is out of the question."
Diana: "Huh?" Dark: "Just kidding. Let's go check it out first."
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Chapter 85 Even Darkdemon Can Enjoy Youth
Saturday morning was bustling with people. Scott walked among them, a gloomy expression on his face. He was a student in his grade, assigned to the Noble Academy as a pure-blooded noble. But that was all in the past. This time last year, just two months into his studies at St. Marian Academy, his family was plunged into dire straits due to his father's political defeat. The immense psychological shock of being demoted from noble aristocracy to lowly commoner twisted Scott's soul. St. Marian didn't reassign students based on their family's circumstances after enrollment. Scott became his family's only hope. And the only commoner in his grade in the Noble Academy? Although his classmates, bound by noble etiquette, never spoke of it, they were undoubtedly mocking him behind his back. Thinking this, Scott gradually retreated into a cold, dark shell. His father, through a shopkeeper in Traveller's Street, frantically wrote to him, finally making him realize the heavy burden on his young shoulders. Becoming a qualified mage could change his family's fate. Even without being a nobleman, one can live a good life? If one can further develop into an excellent mage, it might even be possible to return to the noble circle. His mother always conveyed her voice to him through magical letters, calling his name again and again. "Scott! Scott!" Ahhh! Under the dual pressure of internal and external forces, Scott broke down. A drastic change in one's family during youth can indeed make some people grow up in an instant. But not every 12-year-old boy can bear such a heavy burden. Scott did not grow and break through as his parents expected, but instead fell into a rut. His grades got worse and worse, and his temper got weirder and weirder. Until last Christmas Eve, the girl he had always had a crush on accepted the invitation of an upperclassman and became someone else's lover at a romantic and gorgeous ball.
He fled the vibrant, youthful scene and plunged into the deepest recesses of the castle. And it was the leader of the cult who extended an olive branch to him. "Found him!" Scott's gaze pierced through the gaps between people, finally catching sight of the heretic with one woman on each side.
A velvet clothing store. Dak, pulled by Diana, squeezed into the crowd. He never expected the store to be so busy before nine o'clock. Perhaps this was the legendary "reputation store"! If he were here, he would definitely have moved on to another store after seeing so many people. But in reality, most people like to crowd into stores with lots of people. This might be based on herd mentality, or perhaps they simply believe that stores with good business can have good quality goods. Soon after, Dak was pulled to a corner of the store and stood in front of a mannequin. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this the 'Prince of the Night' outfit you mentioned?" Diana nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Dak's eyes twitched. It wasn't that the "Prince of the Night" outfit was of poor quality, but rather that the quality was simply too good, bordering on the extravagant! The fabric was black velvet, the collar was made of snow mountain black fox fur, and a fluffy fox tail hung at the back. The two rows of buttons were made of obsidian, and the shoulders were even adorned with cat's-eye stones. The feather sash hanging on his shoulder—could it be a raven feather? That's an ominous symbol of darkness! Although the outfit uses different shades of black to create a sophisticated sense of layering, it's still undeniably all black. Wearing such an outfit on the Saint's Day stage would surely make him the center of attention. Dark didn't actually want to attract so much attention. "And this, a half-face raven mask." Diana pointed enthusiastically to the raven mask studded with black diamonds on the next stage. Dark gasped: What kind of prince would dare to wear that? This isn't a world derived from a galgame! Hmm—.W Dark thought of the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Wei—that guy definitely had this style of dressing. So, had he distorted the aesthetics of the people? Dark's eyes flashed, and suddenly his eyes lit up; he had found a reason to refuse. "Hiss—" He gasped, "399 credits!" At this price, it seems those obsidian, cat's eye, and black diamonds are all products of magical technology. But for a first-year student, it's still an unattainable price! "I'd rather buy a Worm Tree Fruit than buy this stuff!" Thinking this, Dark prepared some words to refuse. But then Diana suddenly revealed a smug smile and pulled him to another mannequin behind her. Look, the Night Princess set!
Dark's eyelids twitched. This black velvet princess dress on the female model truly lived up to its name, the "Prince of the Night Set." Not only was it filled with all sorts of extravagant decorations, but it was also covered in ruffles, as if the more ruffles, the more extravagant it seemed! Dark was just about to say something when Diana pointed to another tag: "Couple Outfits 50% Off!" Dark's eyelids twitched: Goodness, so this was what you were waiting for!
On the other side, Rose cheerfully picked out a white chieftain's uniform and a half-mask with peacock feathers. She was clearly aware of Diana's scheme. Dark ultimately bought the "Black Night King 3" outfit. Even at a 50% discount, the 200-credit price was still within his budget. And aside from everything else, the fabric of the suit was of very high quality; after the tailor shop owner used a spell to shrink it, it was very comfortable to wear.
If possible, they could even keep it until the Christmas dance. That would save them some money then. After leaving the velvet clothing store, Dak, Diana, and Rose browsed around the various shops before finally arriving at a high-end restaurant. This music restaurant, called "Waltz," was quite famous among students, mainly promoting a certain "style." Dak specially ordered the most luxurious desserts and ice cream for Diana and Rose, while he himself...
He himself had a smaller cup of ice cream, a slightly less luxurious option. He was already adept at these little tricks to control his overeating. The three of them enjoyed the sweet ice cream in the cool autumn air, savoring a pleasure completely different from that of summer. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, maple leaves drifted in the wind, and crowds thronged the streets. The vibrant energy of youth, like a kite with a broken string, soared higher and higher.
Leaning against a maple tree like an old-fashioned detective, Scott, disguised with a newspaper, had a youthful aura that made his face turn green, and his eyes gleamed with a venomous, sinister light.
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Chapter 86 Darkdemon has a slight liking for grilled squid.
(One-.) "Yawn—" On the changing bridge, Victor and Robert yawned as they entered Traveller's Street. They had been up until the early hours of the morning, barely managing to get up at nine. They hadn't even gone to the cafeteria, heading straight to Traveller's Street. For the four days following Monday, they had tried their best to attend classes, finally accumulating enough credits each. He was thinking of picking out a costume for the masquerade ball this weekend. Vittor already had a masquerade ball outfit. However, it was so poorly made that he now felt he'd been tricked by that senior, Lyon. Secondly, he'd worn it during a confrontation with that perverted gentleman, and to avoid revealing his identity, he wanted to buy a better-looking one. "I heard that three princesses will be attending the ball in disguise. Whoever wins the favor of any one of them will dance with that princess at 1 PM," Robert rambled on, as if making conversation. Vittor drooped his eyelids: "No interest." Robert continued, "Do you know about the Halloween ghost hunt?" Vittor perked up: "Of course I know! It's the best opportunity to get a lot of credits! With credits, you have everything!" Robert smiled mysteriously: "Then you probably don't know who the third-year champion was last year." Victor paused, "Why specifically mention the third year? Wait, you're not saying last year's third-year champion was Senior Pandora, are you?" Robert said proudly, "That's right. Her name is clearly displayed in the academy's prize room! How about it, are you motivated now?" Victor suddenly nodded: "Robert." Robert: "Hmm." Victor: "This year's first-year champion is ours!" Then, greatly encouraged, Victor went to the renowned Velvet Clothing Store to make himself more elegant. A few minutes later, they fled in disarray. "This is too expensive—" "We've used up all our credits, what are we going to use to buy materials to strengthen ourselves? Maybe we should buy them next weekend." "Perhaps that's a good idea." "I'm a little hungry, Victor." "Let's go find something to eat."
So, with long faces, Victor and Robert headed towards the street lined with restaurants. Unwittingly, they passed the Waltz Music Restaurant and spotted the three members of the Dark trio separated by glass, as well as the fancy ice cream in front of Diana and Rose.
"Gu Nao——"
Victor swallowed hard and whispered, "Robert, how many credits is that chocolate grass seedling melon triple cream ice cream?" Robert: "I think it's 19 credits—.whl." Victor: "It's been almost two classes!" Robert: "Slurp—" Victor: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, after Halloween we'll definitely be able to afford it." Robert: "Actually, we can afford it now." Victor: "Don't be stubborn, we need to use these credits to buy materials." Robert: "Actually, I have a compromise." Victor: "Hmm."
Leaning against a maple tree, Scott, pretending to read a newspaper, glanced at them casually, then a cold smile crept across his face. One of them was the son of the hero, and the other—the one he had bound. "So, he's the son of the hero's lackey. I thought he was like me, someone with nothing. I only showed him some mercy that night. If I had known earlier..."
Dark ate his ice cream in small bites. He was in a good mood today; although it wasn't quite what he had planned, he had still gained something. Diana and Rose were playing and laughing while eating their ice cream, cream gradually getting on their lips. Victor and Robert pushed open the door and ordered a large 19-credit ice cream and two spoons from the counter. Dark was slightly surprised to see them, but didn't pay much attention. "Dark, let's team up for the Halloween activities!" Diana and Rose were also talking about the costume party activities. Dark asked doubtfully, "You can team up for that?"
“Of course!” Diana stuck out her pink tongue and curled the white cream at the corner of her mouth, whispering, “I heard that upperclassmen often do this, teaming up to increase their ‘ghost’ efficiency, and at the end of the competition, they can pool all their points onto one person to compete for the grade championship!” Dark was taken aback: “Isn’t that cheating?” Diana was confused: “But everyone does it!” Dark smiled gently: “So, do you know how many grade champions have won this way?” Diana touched her dimples with the handle of a spoon, thought for a long time before saying: “I don’t think so.” Dark: “That’s right.” He lowered his head, took a bite of ice cream, and then said: “This masquerade ball can actually be seen as a trial, a good test of what we’ve accomplished in the two months since the start of the semester.”
"If I team up with you, the effectiveness of your trial will be greatly reduced." Diana thought for a moment, then smiled: "Whatever you say!"
Around 10:30. Dark said goodbye to Diana and the others amidst their reluctant gazes, then passed by the two heroes and left the Waltz Music Restaurant. He was quite interested in the Halloween ghost hunt, but mainly for credits; as for the year-end championship, whoever wanted it could have it. A few minutes later, he left the crowded food street and entered a sparsely populated old street. Not every area in Traveler's Street was popular; some shops were deserted. Shop owners needed to make a living, and if no one came, they would inevitably have to close. He had been here before, before he was familiar with the area, but this was the first time he had come here so proactively. But everyone has to have a first time. Turning into the back of an empty old shop, Dark stopped, turned around, and silently counted three, two, one. Then, a person wearing an squid suit walked out from behind the wall.
"Come out." Dark scrutinized the man, asking curiously, "So you've been following me all this way because I love squid?" Scott's voice became hoarse through the leather hood. "Damn it, it's not squid, it's cuttlefish!" Dark shook his head. "We're all seafood, who's worse than whom? Let's get straight to the point, why are you following me?" Scott: "I'm not following you."
Scott: 'I was just a squid passing by.' Dark Scott: 'So you're collecting love fortune-telling cards.'
Chapter 87 Darkdemon is just a Hanafuda collector
"Are you talking about Hanafuda?" Dak reached down and found a whole deck of Hanafuda cards in his hand. A full deck of cards, he rubbed them together with his thumb and unfolded them like a folding fan. Each deck had a different suit, making them excellent collectibles. Dak recited them as if they were his own treasures: "The bright red camellia represents the most humble love; the stunningly beautiful poppy, even if it burns out its own life, will never leave; the red spider lily at the other shore, at the unseen end, watches over the sorrowful love that will never meet again, the beauty of death in that desperate situation is truly poignant; and then there's my favorite, the pure white datura, with its endless threads of love, seeing the flower is like seeing the person." Scott listened, completely bewildered, though the squid suit couldn't display subtle expressions. His astonishment was evident in his motionless state for what seemed like an eternity. This guy... how knowledgeable is he of Hanafuda? We're the ones who made Hanafuda! Why can't I understand a word he's saying? And that pure white mandala... it looks so familiar... isn't that the one I slipped under someone's door back then?
Scott originally came with a accusatory mindset. A large portion of the last batch of flower cards distributed last week hadn't been activated. This directly led to a significant decrease in the cult's efficiency in collecting "Remembrance," making it impossible to repair the cracked goddess statue more quickly. The cult thus realized someone was collecting large quantities of flower cards, and connecting this to the inexplicable crack in the goddess statue, they equated "flower card collectors" with "statue destroyers." Scott was merely a pawn sent to investigate. His purpose was investigation, his mission was investigation. Once it was confirmed that "flower card collectors = statue destroyers," the cult would punish him severely for the sake of the goddess! But Scott never expected—how clumsy and pathetic his disguise would be!
Frankly, who would sit on the street leaning against a tree trunk reading a newspaper? Wouldn't it be better to spend some money to sit in a restaurant and spy on someone? Dak hadn't been sitting in the restaurant long when he noticed him as a follower, but he just deliberately kept quiet. In short, if he was smart enough to leave, Dak would pretend he didn't see him.
But since he hadn't left, he had to get something out of him. Before he could even ask anything, the other person gave himself away with a single sentence! Dark almost immediately understood the whole story, even guessing that this was the squid from the Seafood Cult, the one who transformed Robert into a woman. And the reason this squid had come knocking was simply because his collecting of Hanafuda cards was too blatant. But there was no need to hide it, was there? He was just a simple Hanafuda collector!
Dark's mind was perfectly clear; his praise and fervor for the flower cards were genuine and flawless. Scott truly sensed that fervor and immediately believed him. At this point, Scott could have gone back and reported back. But since joining the order, certain thoughts within him had become increasingly difficult to suppress—he wanted to represent the goddess and punish this heretic!
Dark casually asked, "Excuse me, did you make these flower cards? If possible, I'd like to collect some with different suits." Scott's lips twitched, and without thinking twice, he shouted, "Magic Summon - woo!" "Wuh!" The sudden, excruciating pain in his buttocks, along with the sharp laughter behind him, cast a shadow over Scott's mind. But the next instant, his world fell completely silent. Neither the sharp mocking laughter, nor the rustling of leaves, nor even the seemingly concerned inquiry from the nobleman's first-year student, could be heard. He opened his mouth sharply and roared, "One—" but still, no sound came out.
He didn't know if he couldn't make a sound, or if he had made a sound but simply couldn't hear it. This was completely different from Professor Sylph's usual [Silence Card]. At least the [Silence Card] wouldn't block out hearing! Turning around with immense fear, Scott finally saw the attackers behind him—Witt and Robert!
“It’s him, it’s him, it’s him! I remember now, it’s him! I saw that small section of octopus tentacles before I was knocked out!” “It’s squid,” Robert Witt said, grabbing Robert’s arm with a helpless expression to prevent him from rushing forward and smashing Scott’s head in his rage.
The little devil beast hiding on the rooftop had shut its mouth. It had just injected the [Silence Potion] into its syringe and then used the [Mini Dart] throwing technique to deliver a fatal blow to Scott's buttocks. The syringe, having fulfilled its purpose, vanished into starlight after hitting the target. Scott didn't see the syringe, only Witt and Robert, who had just arrived at the scene. Witt possessed a natural, keen intuition and had noticed Scott's unusual gaze back in the Waltz Music Restaurant. However, it was only after he and Robert finished their expensive ice cream that he became increasingly suspicious and tracked Scott down the direction he had disappeared in.
Thus, in this small area, four people from three different factions gathered simultaneously. Dark watched the sudden appearance of Witt and Robert with a leisurely air, not finding it particularly coincidental. After all, the Impmon had already seen their arrival from the rooftop; therefore, it was merely a predetermined inevitability. Just as Witt, though holding Robert's right hand, couldn't simultaneously grasp his left. "In the name of Robert Broheim, come forth, cyborg ratman!" Robert summoned the magical spirit he had crafted in his magic class. It was a hideous rat, standing upright on two legs and as tall as a human. A remnant of the extinct Skaven Rat Empire? A cyborg dragonman, mechanical on the left, flesh on the right, wielding an acid sprayer! "Robert, don't..."
Seeing the cyborg ratman Robert summoning aiming its sprayer at the squid's face, Witt-face cried out in alarm, trying to stop it. If the ratman were allowed to spray acid...
The liquid sprayed onto Scott's face. Putting everything else aside, they would definitely be punished, even expelled! St. Marian explicitly forbids fighting, advocating that all disputes be resolved through duels. Last time, because of his duel with Dark, he specifically reviewed the relevant school rules. Generally, the punishment for fighting isn't severe, at most a few credits. But what if it causes incurable injuries? However, the cyborg's acid had already corroded Scott's squid suit. Just as Robert was about to go further, Scott's lips suddenly moved rapidly. A silent spell! A dark green three-eyed squid materialized and pounced on the cyborg, the two magical spirits entangled in combat. Robert forcefully flung Victor away, clenched his fist, and charged forward, slamming his fist into Scott's mouth!
The power went out for a while due to the typhoon, it was terrifying! But it's a new day, a new day.
Chapter 88 Darkdemon is untouched by cause and effect
This punch was merciless, almost unleashing all the anger he had been secretly bottling up! Scott had never been beaten like this before, and his mind went completely blank. He couldn't use any magic cards and screamed in pain! Robert still wouldn't stop. He lunged forward and pushed Scott to the ground, then straddled him and started punching him in the face!
Scott's face mask was torn, revealing his mouth and nose. Robert ripped it open from bottom to top, finally seeing the man's true face. Because he was a second-year student at the academy, Robert had never seen him before. But that didn't stop him from giving that pimple-covered face a few more blows. Finally, when Scott's face was bruised and swollen, Robert's anger subsided considerably. He laughed loudly, feeling more exhilarated than ever since he entered the academy. Scott lay on the ground, panting heavily, snot and tears streaming down his face. Witt watched with wide eyes; it was the first time he had ever seen Robert actually use his fists. After the day ended, Robert accidentally let slip that he had been tied up for a night, but he omitted the part about being turned into a woman.
It was kept secret. However, it was only now that Witt connected the murderer with the cult in the locked room.
Of everyone present, only he had already seen Scott wearing the squid suit. "What do we do next?" Witt asked. Robert exhaled and said harshly, "What else can we do but send him to Professor Sylph? She'll surely handle him properly!"
"No! No!" Scott, who had been feigning death on the ground, immediately screamed, "Don't ever send me to Professor Sylph! I'll be expelled! And you'll all be put in solitary confinement!"
Robert scoffed, "I was just seeking revenge by being imprisoned by the Confinement Corps. What, you think I'd be imprisoned by the Confinement Corps?"
"Not only that, but Witt abruptly interjected, "Robert, he's right. You hit too hard. If Professor Sylph finds out, you'll not only be put in solitary confinement, but you'll also lose at least fifty points." Robert was stunned, then exclaimed, "How can that be? That's not fair!" Witt shook his head: "There's nothing unfair about it. Fighting is wrong in itself." Robert: "Then we—" Witt pretended to consider, "Anyway, we've already gotten our revenge, haven't we? He didn't do anything to you last time, so why don't we just let it go?" Robert: "But last time!" Witt: "Hmm, Witt added, "Ahem, perhaps we can ask Dark, he was just here. Hmm, where's Dark?"
Dark had already withdrawn. How Witt and Robert dealt with Scott was their own business. However, Dark suspected Witt wouldn't want to take Scott to Professor Sylph. The cards, the idol, the cult—these things seemed connected. But closer examination revealed a subtle, indelible undercurrent. Witt was already deeply entangled. Dark, however, withdrew after discovering the goddess statue was no good. But his main reason for not wanting to get involved was Professor Cazell.
Humans are inherently biased in their actions.
night.
Scott, wearing a repaired leather hood, limped into a secluded room. The cult members sat around him, all unable to resist glancing at the stitches on his hood. There were sixteen cult members present. Apart from the leader who had gathered them together, no one knew their true identities. From the moment he entered, Scott was no longer Scott, but an octopus. "So, what's going on?" spoke their leader—Mr. Starfish.
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Faced with the leader's questioning, the squid was ashamed to answer. Mr. Starfish frowned and said, "I remember telling you to observe first, don't make a move." The squid finally broke down and said, "It really wasn't me who started it!" Mr. Starfish asked doubtfully, "Could it be that the Valkyrie's Son started it? He's the professors' darling, the future star of St. Marian, would he start a fight?" "It wasn't them," the squid cried, "It was the Hero's Son and his henchmen! I only moved my mouth, and they attacked first!" "Ouch, how did we get to the Hero's Son again?" Mr. Starfish felt a headache coming on. The squid immediately shifted the blame: "I was being followed. The person we dealt with that night was the Hero's Son's henchman, named Robert Broheim. They found me." Mr. Starfish: "How did they find you?" The squid: "I don't know, I really don't know! It's not my fault!" Mr. Starfish was increasingly troubled: "Then how did you escape?" Squid: "The Hero's Son spared me." Mr. Starfish: "The Hero's Son, spared you—" All the sea creatures looked at each other, completely puzzled. One of them, with an eel head, the only woman in the order—Miss Eel—questioned: "Then is Darkdemon the person we're looking for?" Squid shook his head: "Although I was beaten up, he shouldn't be the one who destroyed the goddess statue. The reason for collecting the flower cards might just be a hobby." Miss Eel: "Then who could it be? It can't be the Hero's Son, right? By the way, what's his name?" Pufferfish: "I think it's Whitegold." Mr. Starfish: "It's Whitegold." Pufferfish: Mr. Starfish sighed, "We can't afford any more complications. We don't have much time left. We must finish restoring the idol before Holy Night. On the Feast of the Saints, we must offer a living sacrifice to resurrect the goddess!" He removed his costume, transformed back into Scott the Squid, and cautiously crept into the common room of the House of Nobles. But the person he wanted to avoid was there, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, with those two shameless girls beside him! Scott turned to the side, trying to avoid having his face seen. But Dark...
A casual glance upwards led to a direct confrontation with his gaze, a gaze he used for confirmation. Scott tensed instantly. He only breathed a sigh of relief when Dark continued reading his newspaper as if nothing had happened. "It seems Darkmond did indeed leave first during the day. That's why he didn't see my true face under the mask?" Scott hurried up the stairs. The narrow space of the stairwell made him much more comfortable. He gently touched the bruises on his face—a sharp, piercing pain shot through him, intensifying his hatred for Robert and Witt! "The leader said that no unforeseen complications should arise before Holy Night, but on Holy Night itself..."
Chapter 89 Darkdemon's Masquerade Ball Invitation
In the common room? Dak put down his newspaper and looked at the information about Scott in his notebook, gaining a preliminary understanding of this second-year student. Scott was actually quite a celebrity among the second-years, albeit in a negative sense. When it was said that his family had encountered some trouble, most of his classmates were afraid of upsetting him, so they kept quiet about it. As a result, he was still misunderstood. His classmates were actually quite helpless, but it was only the second month of school, and their relationships weren't that close yet, so they just let it go. In short, everyone has their own way of living.
On Sunday, Dark fermented the remaining three white berries and three blue berries into juice, then mixed and stirred it to make an [Energy Potion]. This gave him five [Energy Potions]. Although you can't use more than three of the same card in a formal duel, there's no such restriction outside of matches. Dark was already preparing for the masquerade ball.
Of course, Dak wasn't the only one preparing for the masquerade ball.
Whether it's for credits, the title of class champion, or to attract the attention of the second-year students, the first-year students have become more serious than ever before. Those who never went to the library before are now frequenting it. The reading room, which always has empty seats, is now packed to the brim. Whether it's last-minute cramming or a change of heart, the masquerade ball seems to have had an effect. Students at this age are in dire need of encouragement.
On Monday's first class, Professor Sylph reviewed the rules of the masquerade ball, the details of which were already logged into the Sorting Card and could be viewed at any time. Professor Cazell was increasingly busy creating ghosts and monsters, and even Professor Lily was pulled in to help. Meanwhile, the first-year students' arithmetic homework naturally fell into Dark's hands. Although there was still more than a week until Halloween, it felt like tomorrow was already here. The students talked about Halloween every day. Whether it was costumes, ghosts and monsters, credits, or princesses, they never tired of it. And on Wednesday, someone brought it up first, and the topic of "dance partners" exploded among the first-year students! A topic that was originally only popular among upperclassmen.
Three or four days later, they finally descended into the ranks of the first-year students. This seemed to become the opportunity for the junior mages to awaken their awareness of the opposite sex. And this point in time, nearly two months into the semester, also happened to be a time when the junior mages had gotten to know each other to a certain extent.
What is "solidity"?
In the world of men and women, only the first impression is the most beautiful, and the hazy, ambiguous romance is the most desirable. But once it goes too far, it becomes less beautiful.
In short, extending invitations to parties to members of the opposite sex seems to have become a trend. And the methods of making these invitations are varied. Some people will have someone else relay the message.
Some might hand over a letter as if confessing their love; others might meticulously craft an invitation to a ball. As the brightest star among the first-year students, Dark Dimon received almost every type of invitation. For example, after Wednesday's summoning class, someone asked Diana to pass on a message, but Dark Dimon only mentioned it briefly before decisively refusing, not even knowing the person's name. Diana happily relayed the message back. Then, on Thursday morning, as he stepped out the door, he found three letters slipped under his door! Keep in mind, that was at 6:15 AM. No one was ever earlier than him on weekdays! Dark Dimon didn't ignore the three letters or throw them in the trash—that would be convenient, but disrespectful. He picked them up, opened them in the common room, and then—replied. The letters had names on them, but no room numbers, so he couldn't return them immediately. Later, he thought about it and entrusted the task to Diana. Diana delivered the reply in no time, even humming a little tune as she returned. Thursday morning, after the second period, Dark was called to a corner of the castle again. A female student, whose academy he couldn't recall, barely suppressed her shyness and handed him an exceptionally exquisite handmade invitation.
Left with no other option, he had to tell her that he already had a dance partner. So, on Thursday afternoon, the news that Dark Dimon already had a dance partner spread like wildfire throughout the entire first-year class. Diana, like a protective mother hen, stayed by his side, her head held high whenever people mentioned "dance partner." Thus, the news that Dark's dance partner was Diana caught up with the previous news as if it had grown legs. After that, invitations visibly decreased! Dark finally had some peace and quiet!
The invitation from the younger students felt more like a formality to him. Most friendships are vague and ambiguous, bearing heavy traces of imitation. Some even use this as a benchmark.
Immature.
It's already the last weekend before Halloween.
This weekend became the last chance for students who hadn't yet bought their prom costumes. Witt and Robert were busy searching for outfits that were both affordable and unique. They seemed to be truly enjoying Halloween, picking out monster costumes that had been forgotten in corners. Meanwhile, many others, like Diana and Rose, were busy crafting their Magical Elf cards.
It was at this point that the students suddenly realized how expensive the materials kits provided by Professor Cazell were. Their own prepared materials were utterly insignificant compared to the value of the kits. In short, all sorts of problems arose, including instances of buying the wrong materials. Every laboratory was in chaos.
This weekend, Dark was researching a revealing potion. And since we're talking about ghosts, we can't leave out phantoms. To identify transparent phantoms or other invisible monsters...
A revealing agent is needed. Dark spent a full 500 credits on research to develop this. This is utterly unbelievable to the current first-year students!
After all, four weeks of regular classes would only yield 480 credits. Dark's final reward was three bottles of revealing potions. One was wasted during the process of creating the potion card. The second was a lucky success, producing a potion card that appeared as an "item card." However, it was no longer a potion, but rather a kind of [revealing powder] card? The limitation of the [revealing powder] was that it required finding the location of the invisible unit first. But Dark was already quite satisfied.
On Sunday evening, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the blond boy, as always, sipped his unscented black tea and quietly flipped through a book. Yet another invitation to a masquerade ball was delivered to him.
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