NOVEL NEXT Chapter 778 Lanqi doesn't like others sitting in his seat
Chapter 778 Lanqi doesn't like others sitting in his seat
After a day of academy life, Hyperion has completely adapted to the living conditions of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
At first, Lanqi dreamed of staying in Purgatory Corridor Academy for a while longer.
Now she really experienced it.
At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom that was as spacious as a theater.
In the dim space, a few quaint oil lamps emitted faint light, becoming the few sources of light.
The golden light carried the rhythm of life, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, flickering. In the flickering candlelight, the tables and chairs cast twisted and long shadows, which were intertwined with the swaying black shadows around them, rustling in the darkness.
"I'm back to where the dream began..."
Hyperion sat in the classroom and thought.
The scene before him really resembled a classroom—the neatly arranged long tables were covered with bright red tablecloths, a brand new black and gold blackboard stood high on the podium in front, and the window frames and carvings also exuded an antique atmosphere of the demonic world.
However, this space of approximately 300 square meters should have given her a sufficient sense of spaciousness, but surprisingly, this feeling disappeared completely due to the environment.
The students' appearances varied, each one more bizarre than the other, and without exception they all had some indescribable features. Most of them had metallic horns on their heads, and their skin was covered with strange exoskeletons. Two demons who looked like invigilators were patrolling back and forth in the aisle of the classroom, with a leisurely pace, elegant manners, and dressed in classical costumes. In this environment, their presence seemed particularly eerie and terrifying, like messengers from hell.
The strong smell of blood that shouldn't exist in the classroom lingers, and no one knows how many students have died during this exam week.
To this day, Hyperion still doesn't understand how Lanci managed to fit into the atmosphere of this school in a second.
Hyperion lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on the red tablecloth in front of her, where a rough and ancient parchment was quietly placed, next to which was a magic ink bottle and a feather pen.
The surface of the parchment was branded with some of the words that Tata had taught her.
This was the test she was going to take next, and it was related to the magic of the demons.
【Subject: Demonic Magic】
[If any cheating in the exam is discovered by the invigilator, the invigilator will have the right to eliminate the candidate]
[If the score is judged to be less than 50 at the end of the exam, it will be considered as a failure and the invigilator will immediately execute the elimination]
[You can hand in your paper in advance. If you have any needs, you can raise your hand to ask the examiner for help]
【Exam remaining time: 1 hour and 59 minutes】
The red tablecloth on the table is particularly eye-catching under the dim light as a reminder of the exam. It is a deep and rich red, which is both absurd and full of artistic sense.
Hyperion's amber eyes scanned the environment in the classroom keenly, and the faint firelight flickered in her pupils.
Now no student intends to cheat.
This school spirit is what Lanqi wanted.
When he and Lanqi were suddenly brought into this shadow world, they both turned from humans into demons.
From her perspective, Lanqi's appearance did not change much, he just became a glowing demon, and she seemed to have been stripped of the human disguise she used in the real world, and suddenly turned back into her true half-demon appearance.
She almost wanted to die at that time.
She was extremely afraid that after Lanqi saw her hidden half-demon characteristics, he would start to hate her.
Fortunately, all other challengers in this shadow world were disguised as demons in order to cater to the premise and background of the shadow world, and only she was removed from the disguise. So in Lanqi's eyes, she was also given a fake like everyone else, and he didn't realize that she was half-demon at that time.
At the end of the shadow world of Purgatory Corridor Academy, Lanqi was suddenly told her secret by the cultist before he died, and she felt devastated.
Unexpectedly, Lanqi thought she was cool.
Perhaps it was from that time that she began to feel a little bit of excitement.
It's just that she hasn't noticed it yet...
"why are you laughing?"
The deep voice of the demon examiner passing by startled Hyperion.
She quickly raised her head and shook her head innocently.
She didn't even realize that when she was looking at the test paper and thinking of Lanqi, a silly smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Don't think about your boyfriend when you're taking the exam. Just focus on the questions."
The examiner gave her instructions, as if he understood her expression completely, and continued walking away.
"..."
In the examination room, she couldn't refute the examiner and felt her words stuck in her throat.
Hyperion was convinced that the school had really changed.
So Hyperion lowered her head for the moment and looked at the things on the table in front of her.
On the top of the parchment test paper with the school emblem was a ferocious demon head engraved with two eyes as hot as flames, like a gaze from another world.
Next to it was an ink bottle made of magic crystal, with the mouth of the bottle inlaid with mithril. The interior was filled with ink as black as night, and it was motionless, as if it contained a heavy magic power that was solidified.
The feather part of the quill pen is as black as ink, the sharp tip of the pen has a cold metallic luster, and the pen body reflects a deep red glow.
All this is a retro magic scroll making kit.
In the exam on demonic magic, candidates' answers are both written and engraved like making a magic scroll.
Hyperion glanced through all the questions.
"How come the results are almost the same as they were thirty years ago?"
She thought to herself.
She was at a loss for what to do with the test paper and had to rely on Lanqi to save her.
But now she really can.
Until she saw the last question.
[Question 15 ( points): Please write down the magic formula that can be used when processing rare materials, which can achieve the following effects:]
[1. Harden or soften the monster's hair slightly]
[2. Make the monsters lose their sharp hair quickly]
[3. Change the color of Warcraft's fur]
She can even answer the final question, which the test setter doesn't expect the students to answer.
After all, she has a magic card.
【Elegant shape】
[Category: Spell Card]
[Grade: Pink Holy]
[Attribute: Alchemy/Poison]
[Level: 4]
[Effect: Only used on the target touched, modify their hairstyle, remove their hair, change their color, harden or soften them slightly.]
[Note: This hairstyle doesn't suit you. I'll help you change it.]
Just copy the principles of the magic formula on the magic card.
Although she had never used this card and didn't want to use it, it was given to her by Lanqi, so she always carried it with her.
Moreover, it was a neat format compiled by the great demon Talia. Hyperion felt that the standard answer to this question might not be as good as the one she wrote herself.
I never thought that one day it would really come in handy.
Hyperion began to write.
Lanqi was not by her side, but he always seemed to be by her side protecting her.
Reliving her student days in the Purgatory Corridor, Hyperion once again had a new experience.
There were a few questions that she already knew, and some were knowledge that her two mothers, Talia and the Ice Witch, had taught her. She felt that they were particularly easy to answer, and even wanted to add a sentence after the answer, about whether the question was good and how to ask it.
It seems that I haven't grown at all after riding the baby bus for more than a year.
In this school, you can live a very comfortable life with enough credits, and you can even go to the Devil's Royal Restaurant in the rest area to enjoy for a while.
Finished the test paper in advance.
Hyperion lay there taking a nap.
These days, it's rare to be able to completely relax.
As long as you complete the test paper and make sure you can pass the exam, this is the safest place and you just have to wait for the exam to be over.
The little gray cat that Tamisa turned into also hid in her clothes and did not move. Even if Tamisa still did not get close to her, she knew when to be obedient. After all, the two of them had been depending on each other for several days.
"Lanqi...I miss you so much..."
Hyperion murmured silently, speaking out her true feelings.
Only now did she realize that school life without Lanqi was so boring.
I do not know how long it has been.
Sudden.
A shrill alarm broke the solemn silence in the examination room.
Accompanied by the sounds coming from the corridor, it enveloped every corner.
[Emergency Notice: Attention everyone at Purgatory Corridor Academy. Due to special reasons, all ongoing teaching content is terminated immediately. All teachers and students are not allowed to leave the classroom and are subject to inspection by the Demon King's special forces. If anyone moves without permission, all teachers are requested to report immediately and assist in the arrest. ]
The voice in the corridor was cold and unquestionable, an order from the depths of hell.
There was an instant commotion in the examination room.
Discussions arose one after another.
But he was soon frightened and stopped by the examiner's sharp look.
"Quiet! All candidates stay where you are and don't move!"
The examiner's voice was like a whip lashing at the nerves of every demon magic examinee.
Hyperion noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere.
She calmly glanced at the devil candidates around her. There was fear and anxiety in their eyes, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, and their hands and feet were shaking unconsciously.
She also performed a subtle puzzled expression, perfectly blending in with the group of examinees. She was not sure how long she could hide.
If the situation gets bad later, she can just run away again. The two fifth-level examiners will not be able to notice her disappearance at all.
If she keeps changing identities in the maze of Purgatory Corridor and is searched and surrounded, she will be caught sooner or later. The exit of Purgatory Corridor Academy must have been blocked.
But don't panic, this is her home ground. Even if an eighth-level person wants to play hide-and-seek with her in the corridor, it will be difficult to catch her in a short time.
Hyperion told herself.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The silence in the examination room became increasingly suffocating for the demon candidates.
Suddenly, the door of the classroom was roughly pushed open, and several demon officers in black military coats walked in one after another. They exuded a fierce magical power and their eyes were as cold as knives.
The leading officer walked straight up to the examiner without saying a word and whispered something.
The examiner's face instantly became more shocked. He nodded vigorously and turned to face the whole classroom.
At this time, even the examiner did not notice that the young female candidate in one seat had disappeared.
……
The top floor of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
The heavy oak door made a low creaking sound when it was gently pulled. The sound had been polished by time to be very gentle, and then the door of the principal's office closed automatically.
"Princess... you didn't expect me to come here in person, did you? I really love you enough to come all the way from the Demon King's Castle just for you."
Lord Blasphemy Merogas pushed open the heavy oak door, walked into this historic office, and said with a smile.
Her appearance brought an eerie chill, lowering the temperature of the entire space by several degrees.
Lysandra followed behind Merogas tremblingly, her face as pale as paper and her eyes full of awe and anxiety.
As a young and weak demon secretary, she instinctively felt the terrifying aura of the great demon in front of her.
This is the principal's office of Purgatory Corridor Academy. The old chandelier under the high ceiling is emitting soft light, which is reflected on the dark brown wooden floor.
Opposite the marble fireplace, there are comfortable office chairs and a wide long brown wooden table. The cover of the magic book on the table has been washed away by time, and the edges are slightly warped.
Outside the window decorated with a large wooden frame, the starlight from the devil's world spilled into the room, overlapping with the lights to form a ray of light.
There is a soft woven armchair next to the square coffee table by the window, which gives it a leisurely feeling of retirement home.
This forbidden room will not hinder or harm students, but it is physically difficult to unlock or push it open.
"Is this the principal's office?"
Merogas looked around the principal's office, scanning every corner, and finally stopped at the overly conspicuous swimming pool.
Before she came, she had never thought that the principal's office would be so spacious, let alone that there would be a swimming pool in the principal's office.
"Yes, sir, this is the place of highest authority in our school. This is the only place suitable for you to rest and wait."
Lisandra nodded quickly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.
In order to stabilize Merogas and buy time for the princess to hide, Lysandra had taken Merogas for several more walks.
“What a boring place.”
Merogas snorted coldly, and she slowly walked towards the wide brown wooden table, her slender fingers gently stroking the tabletop, as if she was feeling the traces of time.
She picked up the tattered magic book on the table, flipped through a few pages, and threw it aside.
"That's what you said."
Lisandra's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She didn't dare to answer. She could only lower her head and let Melogas look around the principal's office at will.
"But this pool is quite interesting."
Melogas walked to the window, and the starlight from the demon world shone on her pale face, reflecting a morbid beauty.
She leaned aside and looked at the swimming pool with interest.
Do you think students are allowed to swim in the principal's office on a regular basis?
Can play.
I am a little curious about who decided to build this swimming pool.
Maybe I really like this kind of neurosis.
"It is said that he was the former acting principal of the Glowing Demon, the first fake principal in the history of Purgatory Corridor Academy. However, he was loved and supported by many demons. To commemorate his contribution, the school placed his portrait in the corridor..."
Lysandra tried her best to find a topic.
"Why did you take me for a few more laps just now?"
Lord Blasphemy Merogas suddenly asked.
interrupted Lysandra's narration.
"Sir, I have only been working here for a few years, and I often get lost. I am really sorry!"
Lysandra's body trembled and she quickly answered.
"I see... I heard that you have a good relationship with Princess Hyperion."
Merogas nodded with satisfaction, his misty purple eyes staring straight at Lysandra, as if he could see through her soul.
She spoke only half of her sentences, as if teasing Lysandra.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess and I haven't been in touch for many years."
Lisandra felt a chill running up her spine. She lowered her head tremblingly, not daring to look directly into Merogas' eyes. She tried her best to steady her mind that was about to collapse under the magic sound, and to hold back her tears.
The moment she saw Lord Blasphemy's expression, Lysandra basically understood.
Blasphemy Lord knows everything.
She just thought it was fun to play with herself and slowly savor her own fear.
"Very good. You are such a strong and kind child. Even in this situation, you are unwilling to betray the princess."
Merogas smiled with satisfaction. She sat gracefully on the soft principal's chair, the scorpion tail behind her swaying gently, as if admiring Lysandra's ugly appearance.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You are the princess' friend. I think the princess must want to take you back to the Demon King's Castle."
Melogas sat firmly, with one hand on the armrest.
"Now, pour me a cup of tea."
She ordered, her tone full of unquestionable authority.
"Yes……"
Lysandra hurried to the tea table, her legs weak and her shaking hands barely able to hold the teapot.
She carefully poured a cup of steaming Pascual tea for Melogas and handed it to him tremblingly.
Merogas took the teacup, took a sip, and shifted his gaze from the demonic night sky outside the window to Lysandra's face.
"If I completely destroy you and let Hyperion see you losing all your mind because of me, what kind of expression will she show?"
She slowly reached out and placed her hand against Lysandra's cheek, a friendly smile forming on her lips.
"..."
Lysandra stood aside, not daring to speak or move.
Her tears finally overflowed.
"How about this, if you are willing to do what I ask, and you persist for a while without losing your will, I will go to find the princess in person later, how about that?"
Lord Blasphemy slowly moved his hand down and touched Lisandra's buttons.
"it is good……"
Lysandra's lips trembled as she agreed to the blasphemy.
She knew that something terrible was going to happen today.
And in order to keep his promise to the princess, he could only stand aside silently, allowing the Lord of Blasphemy to manipulate him, enduring the evil desires of this great demon, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.
Just when Lysandra was already feeling hopeless.
creak.
The door of the principal's office was pushed open.
Merogas stopped and looked at the guy who had the tactlessness to come to the principal's office at this time in confusion.
His outfit was strange, a long black winter coat with formal clothes underneath, but he also had a silver mask on his waist. I wonder where this custom came from.
Their race is the Phantom Demon Clan. Like Kaliela, they were born with light silver hair and magical powers that are full of illusion.
That silver-white mask was obviously not of the style of a demonic mask. Even when viewed from the side, it looked more like a religious style of humans, with soft lines, a tranquil expression, and a compassionate look between its eyebrows.
Are you going to attend a masquerade ball?
Melogas couldn't help but wonder.
If I take off this mask from my waist and put it on, I can participate in the masquerade in the demon world without any sense of incongruity.
Moreover, Merogas felt that this mask had a faint sense of déjà vu, but he could not remember where he had seen it before.
"...!"
The moment Lysandra saw the other person, she felt relieved, as if she had found a savior.
This principal gave her the same feeling as Kaliela, almost like a relative of Kaliela.
It was obviously the new demon principal appointed by Kaliela!
But the bad news is that Lord of Blasphemy Merogas is here.
I don't know whether the Phantom Demon Clan will be willing to take care of me and interfere in Blasphemy Lord's entertainment projects.
dong dong.
Lanqi knocked on the door of the principal's office with his knuckles, signaling the two demon ladies in the principal's office to pay attention to him.
He was slightly surprised and didn't understand why there were two demons in his office.
"Miss, that seat doesn't belong to you, could you please move?"
Lanci moved his fingertips toward the principal's seat and spoke to Lord Blasphemy Merogas.
(End of this chapter)