carved onto the handle, reflecting a chilling crimson.Looks just like a set of tools for making vintage magic scrolls.Indeed, this is a test for 【Demonic Magic Scroll】 students. Their answers are both...Chapter 52: Lanchi: Hello

The streetlights along Jerla Square began to twinkle row by row, like a flowing river of light. In the distance, one could see Ectera's iconic skyline, with its towering buildings looking even more magnificent against the night sky.

However, standing on this road.

"Damn it, why would it be opened by a human."

Taliya clenched her fist, hating inwardly.

This unknown historical demon realm shadow world must certainly contain a great deal of knowledge that is extremely valuable to her.

However, this Shadow World only loops and scrolls out fragments. It cannot be watched in its entirety on the campus' public magic screens.

More comprehensive and specific information will only be retained by the challenger's [Shadow World Record Program].

It seems like I'll just have to spend more time here today.

At that moment, as Talia was thinking this, her brow furrowed.

Because she discovered that the challenger in this shadow world was her underworld student!

"This guy..."

Although Talia couldn't understand why something so sinister would become a radiant demon instead of an abyssal one after transforming into its demonic form.

But now she only felt immense surprise.

Ranch is like a mysterious shop, always getting new stock.

And anything a rancher had, she could likely trade for it!

For example, all the information in Ranch's [World Record Program for Shadows].

Talya really felt like Lance could always give her what she wanted, like he was her lucky charm.

If she didn't constantly suspect this kid was thinking up some awful things, she probably would treat Lance a little better.

But the next moment.

When Talia saw the large-hearted poet on the screen whose face was identical to hers, her eyelids drooped instantly, and she looked as if she wanted to kill Lance.

She immediately turned and quickened her pace, lowering her head to take a vicious bite of the cheesecake, afraid that any student from this very Icterus Academy might notice the resemblance between herself and this infernal summon.

This guy is still such an asshole.

……

The corridors of the Demon Academy looked both classical and magnificent, dimly lit and filled with an aroma like that of ancient wood. It seemed to possess a kind of magic from the depths of time, and the end of the road in the distance always appeared to be swallowed by darkness, accompanied by an unfathomable mystery.

The floor was paved with dark marble, painted with golden patterns, and covered in the middle by a carpet with a demonic flower pattern. On the walls, there were eerie portraits and mirrors spaced out every few steps, as if watching the students walking down the road.

Just down this hallway, several demon students with expressions of either terror or solemnity rushed past. Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, shattering the previous silence, like an overture of pursuit and escape had been sounded.

Fleeing at breakneck speed, they appeared even more terrified in the dim light, as if they had just escaped from some unspeakable nightmare.

Although their actions might seem purposeless at first glance, their hurried demeanor suggests they simply want to get as far away from that insane exam venue as possible!

However, at the very end of these figures, two demons who didn't seem so panicked also slipped in, without being noticed by the demon students ahead.

Because Ranch and Huberlian are currently unsure of the rules of this Demon Academy, they both hesitate to attack other demon students rashly. They agree that using force to catch and interrogate students carries risks.

On this corridor, being watched by paintings and mirrors always gives me the creeps. You never know what latent mechanisms might be triggered.

Therefore, the best strategy is to temporarily follow the group of students with better quality and find the most optimal survival strategy at present. Find a good opportunity and then try not to act rashly, relying solely on virtue to influence others.

..."

Hubert glanced at Lance.

She simply reached out and handed the handful of heavy, cold coins she had just retrieved from the corpse to Lynch. She trusted Lynch, whose mind was always brimming with inventive ideas, to handle the team's finances, and besides, these spoils were rightfully his due after all.

Lynch didn't say anything, just nodded and took the mysterious coins.

Hubberley felt a sense of security when he was with Lance, as if the safest place in the academy was right beside him.

But her heart was a tangled mess right now. She wanted to ask Lan Qi something, but she hesitated, unsure if she should speak up.

Originally, she was only worried that after Lance found out about her demon bloodline, their friendship would end.

But now she's starting to fear that Ranch, when he learns she's a demon, might turn into a monster hunter and torture her like those students and examiners in the Demon Examination Hall.

"Lan Qi, what is your view on demons"

Hubberley moved restlessly, finally lowering her voice to a tentative whisper.

Lan Qi was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

"Able to live a long life, hundreds of years old, even as an elder, she still looks like a young girl."

Ranch couldn't help but chuckle and reply, "If Huberrian wants to ask that, he wouldn't be sleepy anymore."

He had long wanted to speak his mind, but no one had ever talked to him about this topic.

So, Hueybert is interested in demons too!

…"

Hubert felt that Lance's words were also a little offensive to her.

Although she was indeed a teenager in the truest sense, as a mixed-race demon her lifespan was definitely longer than that of humans. A hundred years later, Ranchi's words would become slander against her.

No, his focus is so strange, isn't it

"So if you met a demon in the real world, would you react the same way"

Hubby's mood was still slightly uneasy as he followed up with a question.

Lance just stared at her, without saying a word.

Silence here speaks volumes.

"Do you think I'm like an old geezer who eats arsenic, tired of living"

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"Let's not talk about whether provoking the demon clan is dangerous or not. The demon clan might have good people too. Huberlian, don't discriminate against the demon clan."

Lance earnestly advised.

"That's it."

Huai'er listened, first stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and pursed her lips before softly speaking.

For some reason, a heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart seemed to have vanished entirely because of Lance's serious words.

She had never imagined that one day someone would tell her to "not discriminate against demons."

Although Lynch's words sounded a bit sanctimonious.

But Huberlyan was very convinced that Lynch wasn't the kind of fake, hypocritical goody-two-shoes.

...but truly the Holy Mother.

Because he could truly be fair—not just to demons, but also when it came to humans, he was merciless in his cruelty.

……

In just a few dozen seconds, the demon students running down the hallway were still searching for something as they fled, while others chose to run back into the classroom despite the risk.

It seems that the corridor is a place of horror just as dangerous as the classroom, otherwise these students wouldn't be so eager to find classes.

"We should probably find an opportunity to make our move."

If possible, Lance didn't want to carelessly enter any classrooms again to waste time. The current priority was to gather information about the Devil's Academy.

Only those who understand the rules can act boldly and even try to speed up the process, going to find the "ancient demon magic for modifying hairstyles" they want to learn.

Huberly knew what Ranch meant.

Right now, there's only one student left in front of me. It looks like I can have a good chat with him.

She quickened her pace, silently and swiftly dashing forward to seize that lucky student.

"You... step!"

After being grabbed by the shoulder, the green-scaled demon glared at Huberlian with hatred and raised his hand as if to push him away.

However.

In the next instant, his pupils focused, and he saw the proctor, Rance, standing behind Huberlia.

A primal fear, like a tidal wave, surged through the heart of the emerald demon. His hand hung frozen in mid-air, as if unable to find purchase.

"Oh..."

Lance saw the appearance of the green-scaled demon and his lips moved slightly in surprise.

As it turned out, the one they caught was none other than the demon candidate who had been chosen by Lance using 【Basic Etiquette】 earlier. The dragon demon and the owl had scared him for dozens of seconds, but in the end, he managed to escape right under their noses.

What a coincidence, Lance looked at him and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Even though Lan Qi hadn't said anything yet.

The Green Scaled Demon student was trembling with fear.

Lance: "Hello."

This is just a simple greeting.

Then, as if responding to a summons from hell itself, the demon felt his ancestors calling him back to their embrace.

"Classmate, what should I call you"

Lance walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, still maintaining the air of an examiner, and smiled at the green-scaled demon student. "

"Bach…Bachelor…"

The emerald-scaled demon student trembled and obeyed his instinct for survival, his skin turning pale and bloodless with fear. His legs felt weak, as if they would buckle at any moment.

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