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"Ah—hahaha (￣v￣)/!"
The little devilmon, soaring into the air, looked down at its master, its arrogant laughter echoing wildly from the ceiling.
Dark didn't care about such a trivial matter: "Devimon, use another skill on the wall."
Familiars cannot disobey the official orders of a mage.
In this respect, magical spirits, who do not have valves, have more autonomy.
Of course, under normal circumstances, a magical spirit with an intelligence level of 2.0 would never even entertain the thought of disobeying its master's orders.
Therefore, despite its reluctance, Impmon still used another skill on the wall—its eyes widened suddenly, and two spiral beams of light shot out from its dark golden pupils!
If the wall hadn't been completely unharmed, Dark would have really thought it had mastered some kind of skill like "Special Beam Killer (Eye)".
But he soon realized that this was most likely a biologically specific skill.
Dark immediately summoned "Eevee".
Although magical spirits are not creatures in the traditional sense, they can be considered pseudo-life forms.
Sure enough, the spiral beam of light shot from Devimon's eyes finally took effect. Eevee's eyes gradually became blurry, and it eventually fell asleep!
→【Ultimate Skill: Demonic Hypnosis】
→【Demon Hypnosis: Emits hypnotic waves from the eyes to soothe the enemy.】
……
After completing this small experiment, Dak began to set his next goal.
"I still have five 'Arrogance' points left this month... I feel like that might not be enough?"
"The three-day shelf life of the Mind Bottle is too short. Maybe I should get some credits to buy a more advanced one."
"Also, I'm thinking of trying to make some other Sin series magic cards."
"Hmm - let me see, the ones closest to the 100-point indicator are Rage and Ecstasy..."
"Wait, why would I have such a thought?"
"Dark Dimon, danger!"
Dark quickly dismissed this dangerous idea; his primary objective was to reduce the "arrogance" level before proceeding with other experiments.
After a month of training, his self-control has become stronger and stronger. Apart from "ecstasy" being difficult to control and "rage" posing a hidden danger, only "greed" is slightly dangerous.
As long as the most difficult-to-control "arrogance" is reduced, there will be no problem in the short term.
Once you have more self-control, you can try to keep a specific major sin around 100...
"Hiss! Dark Dimon, that's a dangerous idea!"
……
As the sky above Sainte Marian was shrouded in dark clouds.
The first-year students began their second Potions class of the week.
Dak arrived at the classroom early as usual, but to his surprise, there were two more people in the classroom whom he would never normally see.
Surprisingly, Victor and Robert arrived at the classroom early today!
"What's wrong with them? Did they get their heads caught in a familiar's trap?"
Although he had noticed something was off about the two of them a couple of days ago, Dak didn't think too much about it.
But this morning's situation was particularly clear!
Although Witt wasn't as flamboyant as some people, he was actually quite conscious of his image.
Dak had never seen him with such a messy head of hair before!
And what's wrong with those eyes?
Were you bullied?
Is there anyone other than me, Dark Deemon, who would dare to bully the son of a hero?
omg!
What is that strapped to Robert's forehead?
"Definite victory?"
Are you aiming for the center position in your debut?
Dak was speechless.
……
As class time drew closer, the classroom gradually filled up.
Someone couldn't help but ask a question.
Witt was biting the pen tip as he devoured the book, his face gradually contorting into a grimace.
Robert's soul had already left his body, and he mumbled in a daze, "It's nothing, it's just the price of learning!"
……
So, learning really requires such a high price?
You guys didn't stay up all night studying, did you?
Sleeping at 10 PM, waking up at 6 AM, and taking a half-hour nap are essential to maintaining energy and improving efficiency throughout the day.
Staying up all night is not advisable!
Dak was eager to share his experience with them.
But it seems unlikely.
"Jingle Bell--"
The bell rang precisely at eight o'clock.
Professor Thompson entered the classroom right on time.
"Today is a theory class."
With just one sentence, the students' interest was completely dampened.
Although the lab classes are more difficult, first-year students clearly prefer the hands-on potion-making lab classes to the dry and boring theoretical classes.
However, Witt and Robert's eyes were gleaming red!
"Aren't you lucky, Robert?"
"Yes, Witt. It seems our efforts have been blessed by Lady Luck."
"I'm sure I'll score five points higher than you in today's Potions class!"
"Hahaha, you've got guts, huh, Vitt?"
……
The fifth minute of class.
Professor Thompson finally raised the first question: "How do we purify the honey during the preparation of the fairy honey? I remember we talked about this last week, does anyone remember?"
Witt suddenly raised his hand!
But he quickly put it down before Professor Thompson noticed.
The up-and-down motion was truly terrifying, like an elevator going out of control and plummeting to the bottom.
Witt wiped the sweat from his brow, and he was completely awake.
Robert asked anxiously, "What happened, Witt?"
Witt looked embarrassed: "Haha, how could I possibly know what we talked about last week? And you, Robert?"
Robert looked blankly at him: "If you don't know, how could I possibly know?"
……
The 36th minute of class.
Witt pinched Robert's thigh hard.
"Ouch——"
Robert jumped up like a grasshopper, but managed to shut his mouth in time.
Back to the dark
Professor Thompson, who was writing on the board, did not notice them.
Just now, Robert had already dozed off for the third time.
Falling asleep in Professor Thompson's class is no joke.
Professor Didi, who teaches the history of magic, would at most deduct ten points—wiping out all the basic points for a lesson.
Professor Thompson might deduct a negative score from your score!
Robert was covered in sweat, and his eyes felt even more swollen, his eyelids as heavy as iron.
……
The class is in its sixty-third minute.
Professor Thompson finally got to the point they had reviewed the night before—how to use magic to help with potion preparation.
Witte was particularly confident in his own magic.
When Professor Thompson poured a "rainbow liquid" containing a mixture of multiple colors into a 5-liter beaker, and then pulled out a mercury glass rod filled with mercury, he prepared to call a student from the audience to demonstrate how to magically blend the rainbow liquid into seven distinct layers of color.
Witt, whose eyes were swollen like a toad's, immediately raised his hand!
"Hmm? Witt Gold, come on over."
Chapter 35 Wittgold's All-or-Nothing Bet
The walk from the back of the classroom to the front was not easy for Witt.
This wasn't actually his first time on the podium, but it was the first time he had been so confident.
Having walked this path, one has gone through a psychological journey.
At Professor Thompson's prompting, he took the mercury glass rod.
Mercury is the most cost-effective magical material, with a magic transfer rate exceeding 93%. Therefore, both magic pens and glass rods use mercury as their core.
Witt felt the slight coolness emanating from the glass rod, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the classroom.
Emma sat in the very front row of the classroom, easily visible.
But the other party seemed completely indifferent to him, staring at the seven-colored "rainbow liquid" as if lost in thought.
The students at the Knights Academy were visibly surprised, probably puzzled by his unprecedented initiative in raising his hand and going up to the stage.
The students of the Noble House, on the other hand, were more like spectators at a circus, waiting for the show to begin.
He had no idea that the students from both colleges were simply amused and bewildered by his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes.
The last row of the classroom.
The person by the window is Dak... looking down at a book?
Why isn't he called on when he doesn't look at the podium during class?
Witt didn't have time to think about these things. His mind was in a mess. Staying up all night and overworking his brain made him feel like he was about to explode.
That is, his mental strength is strong enough to withstand it.
Unlike Robert, who was so tired that he fell asleep.
Speaking of Robert... why is he lying down again!
Witt woke up with a start, sweat beading on his burning forehead.
"No, we have to get Professor Thompson's attention!"
So he instinctively inserted the mercury rod into the beaker!