Chapter Sixty-Nine: How could Lance have bad intentions?
the transparent lids, there were all sorts of pastries—cream puffs, quiche lorraine, mango pancakes, and more—seemingly her dessert companion for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or even after-dinner snacks...Chapter 70: How could Lan Chi have bad intentions
Doubt, like vines creeping into every corner of the painting classroom, made the once lively art space instantly silent. {Write to here I hope readers remember our domain name}
All eyes turned to the only target—Lanchi.
As if eager to find an explanation from his naturally innocent expression.
However.
His face, however, was like a painting even more difficult to decipher than the one in the professor's hands, leaving everyone guessing.
Four consecutive correct answers, each lightning fast.
It's simply impossible to explain as a coincidence. No demon would dare suspect that Lance relied on luck anymore.
Though they couldn't figure out what kind of strange magic this radiant demon used to analyze the answers so accurately and quickly...
"...."
The Hawkeye Devil sat there, lost in thought because of Ranchi's prompt words. His eyes were filled with annoyance and conflict.
He knew it was only natural for Lanqi to take revenge.
So, it's possible that Lance purposely answered a few questions correctly before telling the wrong answer for the Eagle Demon. This could be a way to mislead him!
But.
It's also possible that Lan Qi predicted that Hawkeye Devil could see through this trap, so he still answered correctly, luring Hawkeye Devil to intentionally give the wrong answer.
After a while of analysis, Hawkeye Demon went deeper and deeper into the maze, unable to figure out which layer Ranchi was on. He began to suspect that Ranchi was just playing with his mind!
Finally, after much deliberation.
With a hint of discovery, Hawkeye's Devil slowly curled his lips into a smirk.
Just like I understand how to do it.
"You are very clever, but you have overlooked one thing..."
Hawkeye demon stared at Lance, like an officer who had discovered a clue to the culprit.
As a specialist in spiritual magic, he could clearly discern the psychic waves of other demons.
Just now, when Lan Chi told him the answer, he almost didn't produce complex thoughts.
The words were too calm, the eyes too pure.
In the Demon Realm, not a single demon would ever be able to — so sincerely towards an enemy, speak the truth without any ulterior motives!
This is also the only flaw in the trap this brilliant demon set! He must have been driven by the most primal malice of the Demon Race, and uttered the wrong answer.
"It was drawn by a student."
Hawkeye's Devil did not accept Lance's answer, his voice unwavering, resonating in the vast classroom.
Immediately, he also smirked and glanced at Lance.
As if mocking Lancy's feeble schemes, it not only failed to harm him but instead helped him!
"...."
Professor Mogute remained silent, shaking his head.
"No, I drew that."
A hint of displeasure could be detected in Professor Mogute's words.
Ranch was filled with regret, staring at the Hawk Demon like a fool.
"I've told you the right answers, why don't you believe me..."
He seemed to have no ill intentions at all, and genuinely wanted to help his classmates to the best of his ability.
"……"
Nearby Hyberlian watched Ranchi's face intently. She knew that what he was saying was true, but unfortunately, this hawk-eyed demon didn't believe him.
After much thought, Huberly felt that Ranch had once again toyed with the devil.
Whether Hawkeye Demon believed the answer revealed by Lance or not, Lance’s actions of revealing the answer disturbed Hawkeye Demon's emotions. Because even Hawkeye Demon himself didn't realize that he had unknowingly shifted his focus completely from the painting to Lance.
What's up
Ranch seemed to notice Huberlyan looking at him, turned his head, and smiled at her. His voice was as clear as spring water.
It's nothing.
Hubley didn't say much to Ranch.
She knew that even if she asked Lance, he would undoubtedly give her a clueless look and say something like, "I have no idea," "He's just being paranoid," or "How could I hurt my classmates"
This fellow's innate nature and darkness have seamlessly blended into one, making it impossible to tell whether he is doing good or evil. He even begins to exhibit duality...
……
The entire right side of the classroom was plunged into a bone-chilling silence.
"Ah ah…"
Hawk-Eye's demon face was etched with terror, his eyes reflecting the shifting shadows behind Lance, as if a demonic visage warped in darkness.
His face contorted, filled with resentment and helplessness.
Looking at the approaching professor, his originally sharp hawk-like eyes were quickly replaced with bottomless despair.
Even now, he couldn't understand how that Radiant Demon could display "goodwill," something not belonging to the demon race, so pure and flawless!
Professor Mogut's steps were steady and powerful, each one like a death knell striking the heart of the Eye-Devil, trembling his last fears.
Soon, Professor Mogute's hand slowly rested on the Eagle-Eyed Demon's head, causing its skin to begin withering, blood to evaporate, muscles to atrophy, and eventually turning into a shriveled corpse. The light in its eyes gradually faded away.
The expression of fear and despair was forever frozen upon the face of the Hawkeye Demon.
"Let me store his body for a bit, and then it's time for the free-for-all!"
Before taking out the next painting, Professor Moghunter held up the body in his hand and gave Lynch a long, hard stare.
He felt that the nature of this class might have changed.
This classroom might be a level 3 difficulty for other students.
But for this glorious demon, the difficulty was like -3.
……
>More than an hour later.
The melodious bell rang again, like an invisible force penetrating the walls, permeating every corner of the classroom.
Professor Muggwort stood at one end of the round table, his brow furrowed, his eyes full of suspicion towards the demon spawn.
He switched through the paintings in his hands one by one, trying to increase the difficulty and challenge Lance's art appreciation skills.
But the result was that not once did it present Ranch with even a sliver of difficulty.
Professor Mogute was even beginning to reflect, how did he become the one challenging his students
Mogute was certain that Lance, when discerning the painting, did not have a single ripple of magic on his body. He relied solely on his keen eyesight to meticulously observe every nook and cranny.
It's inconceivable why there would be students with such appalling painting appreciation skills in this school, as if they were possessed by the art god!
"Who on earth are you..."
Professor Mugwort stared at Lance, deeply shaken by him.
At this point, Ranch in the eyes of Professor Mogut, a senior professor in the Art Department, is already like an unfathomable artistic master.
Even Professor Mogut couldn't help but wonder, if a paintbrush were given to this glorious demon and allowed to paint on its own, what level of artwork could it produce...
"So Professor, could you tell me first what the reward for 263 points is"
Ranch just calmly rested his cheek on the back of his hand, leaning back in his chair and smiling as he asked.
(The End)
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