The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　However, the total number of troops limited to one game of chess was exhausted at the same time! "A draw."

　Both women frowned simultaneously, their expressions showing displeasure. Emma remained composed, while Audrey's expression was fleeting. After two breaths, they suddenly looked up at each other: Again! "Joan of Arc! Wait!" Evan Pearson seized the opportunity to interject, clearly trying to remind Audrey not to waste any more time.

　But Audrey Joan of Arc didn't even glance at him once before she resumed her duties.

　chess.

　It seems they're too lazy to even say the word "get lost".

　Seeing his frustration, Dak patted him on the shoulder kindly and said, "The man you're looking for, Witt Gold, has arrived. Would you like to go see him?"

Chapter 866 Darkdemon and the Kind Archbishop (4k)

　Evan Pearson stared intently at Audrey Joan for a moment, then said, "Since you're here, let's go take a look."

　Dark smiled slightly, gave Aurora a wink, and then led Evan Pearson and Tommy Smith out of the encirclement.

　Their actions were just as captivating to onlookers as Audrey Joan's group.

　In the blink of an eye, half of the people broke free from the encirclement and followed Dak and the others out of the back garden.

　There, Vittor God was excitedly running this way with the second-year boys from the Knight Academy.

　He originally thought that once he went to the Holy Church Mystic Academy, he would not have the chance to see the "Holy Son" and "Holy Daughter," but he did not expect the two to arrive so early.

　He was already very excited when Dak sent him a message using the "Professor Card," so when he heard about the "Saintess," he naturally ran over even more excitedly.

　After all, for boys of this age, "saintesses" are always more attractive than "saints."

　Unfortunately, before he could even enter the back garden, he was caught red-handed by Dak. "What a lucky coincidence."

　Dak smiled and greeted Witt.

　But when Witt looked at his dazzling smile, he felt a chill in his heart.

　His gaze unconsciously shifted, and he saw the "Holy Son" following behind Dark. A thought struck him, and he stepped forward, asking, "Evan Pearson?" Evan Pearson's eyes narrowed slightly as he countered, "Victor Gold." "Yes, that's me." Victor instinctively straightened his back and extended his hand to the "Holy Son."

　"Nice to meet you." Evan Pearson stepped forward and shook hands with "Son of the Warrior".

　By this time, everyone around had gathered, and Dark subtly took half a step to the side, turning himself from the center of attention into an "observer".

　Following the clash between the "Saintess" and the top student of the second-year Knight Academy, the "Saint Son" also ran into the "Son of the Hero" of the second-year Knight Academy.

　The onlookers were happy to see it happen, and just hoped that the clash between them would be even more intense.

　Ideally... a full-blown brawl would be the best outcome!

　Hey, Dark.

　Dark stepped back slightly and heard Doron's soft whisper behind him. Doron questioned in a low voice, "Why do you always hog all the food and never think about the brothers who are dying of thirst?"

　“Sorry, Dorron,” Dark chuckled, “this was unexpected.”

　Doron walked out with great interest, carefully examining the "Holy Son" over there, and said, "Is that the Holy Son? He looks like he's from our Noble Academy."

　Dark laughed, "After all, he is the son of a nobleman."

　Doron complained again, "But why are the 'Holy Son' and 'Holy Daughter' both facing off against Knights of the Academy, giving them a huge advantage?"

　Dak shook his head but ignored him.

　At the center, "The Holy Son" Evan Pearson, after a polite greeting, finally revealed his true colors: "Ever since I heard that the 'Hero's' son is the same age as me, I've wanted to meet you. It's a pity we're in different schools, which has always been a regret. Therefore, when the Archbishop of Norris asked if I would like to come here as an exchange student, I agreed without hesitation. But I never expected that you would also be an exchange student here!"

　Witt said, "Actually, I didn't want to either..."

　Dark: "Cough!"

　Witt quickly changed the subject: "On behalf of the college, it is my duty."

　“He truly deserves to be called the next generation’s hero!” Evan Pearson said. “I grew up listening to stories of heroes, and I especially admired the hero Bright. I was thrilled to learn that he had a son who survived.”

　Witt laughed and said, "Really? I've always been proud of my father too."

　Evan Pearson's lips curled up as he said, "But there's one thing I just can't figure out."

　Witt said, "Please speak."

　Evan Pearson narrowed his eyes and whispered, "The title of 'Hero' is clearly bestowed by the Holy Church, so why is the son of the 'Hero' studying at St. Marian Academy?"

　Witt was taken aback by the question. He had never thought about it before.

　But when asked about it, he instinctively replied, "Probably because I only received an invitation to St. Mary's Academy."

　Evan Pearson paused, having naturally assumed that Witt would answer, "Of course, because my father attended St. Mary's College," but he was surprised to receive such a simple and unpretentious answer.

　This caused his prepared remarks to instantly fall apart, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

　Instead, Victor said enthusiastically, "Never mind that for now. It's a rare opportunity to meet, let's get to know each other. My classmates are all very curious about you. By the way, what's the difference between you 'Holy Sons' and us ordinary people? I see you only have one nose and two ears, I really can't see any difference... Ah, sorry, I've been a bit harsh lately, I've caught it from others, I'm definitely not that kind of person."

　“Ha.” Evan Pearson’s voice suddenly rose, addressing Witt, “So, son of the ‘Hero’! Do you dare to duel me?”

　“Ah, this…” Vittor’s tone softened. “That’s a bit of a leap, my friend. But if you really want to duel me, of course I won’t refuse. However, every country has its laws, and every school has its rules. Since you’re at St. Mary’s Academy, you naturally have to abide by our academy’s rules. What do you think?”

　Evan Pearson replied coldly, "Of course."

　Vittor nodded and said, "That's good. Take out your Sorting Card. How much are you betting?"

　Evan Pearson instinctively said, "What do you mean gambling is evil? How can it be allowed?"

　Witt explained, “If you’re going to challenge someone, you have to be prepared to pay the price. Our school rules stipulate that any duel between students must involve at least 100 credits. If you can’t come up with 100 credits, I won’t duel with you here.”

　Evan Pearson couldn't refute it, and could only frown and say, "There's no other way."

　Witt glanced at Dark, who was watching the show from the sidelines, and said, "Of course there's a way. With the professor's permission, we could even rent a proper venue. But that would elevate the significance of this duel to..."

　Evan Pearson interrupted him immediately, saying, "Since all we need to do is ask the professor, let's go together to Vice Principal Sylph. She'll surely grant permission."

　Witt stared at his face silently for a long while before saying, "No need. I can ask another professor."

　As he spoke, he pretended to take out his Sorting Card, then put it away with two "whoosh" sounds, saying, "The professor agrees. Arena 1 should be unused; we can go there."

　Although Evan Pearson was suspicious, since he had already achieved his goal, he didn't ask any more questions and simply said, "Lead the way."

　As the center shifted, the crowd surged toward Battle Arena 1 along with the "Son of the Brave" and the "Son of the Saint".

　Dak stood there, watching the crowd grow larger and larger, their emotions surging, their excited discussions, each one looking like they didn't want anything to happen. He knew that his kind guide... could take a break for now.

　When the number of people around him gradually decreased, he raised his hand and let the little devil beast that flew down from the sky land on the back of his hand.

　"Hehehe!" Impmon let out a smug laugh. Dark asked, "Ready?"

　Impmon nodded immediately, "The Magic Orb is already in place." Dark tugged at its chin and said, "What do you think of that 'Holy Child'?"

　Impmon immediately shook his head, saying, "A repulsive aura." Dark said, "True, their attributes clash. Do you think they came so early just to make the Holy Son duel with Vito?"

　"It doesn't look like it," said LittleDevimon.

　Dark said, "I don't think so either. But perhaps that's one of the reasons. Evan Pearson really seems eager to duel with Witt. Is he trying to prove something?"

　Little Devimon grinned and said, "Doesn't he greatly admire 'Hero' Bright?"

　Dark smiled and said, "Let's go, we'll see."

　Battle Arena 1.

　After such a long period of fermentation, the news that the exchange students from the Holy Church Mystic Academy have arrived at the academy is now common knowledge.

　So some people went to watch the verbal duel between the "Saintess" and Emma, ​​while others came to watch the physical duel between the "Saint Son" and Witt.

　As Dark entered the arena at a leisurely pace, an upperclassman volunteered to act as referee. Witt and Evan Pearson then took their places on the red and blue player platforms, respectively.

　Dak found a bench by the door and sat down, not getting any closer, just watching from a distance.

　Although the magical duel is called a "martial arts duel," it does not cause any real harm to the two contestants.

　As for who wins and who loses... although he is on Witt's side, he won't feel anything even if Witt loses.

　However, as the two duelists stepped onto the contestant's platform, the atmosphere suddenly became more tense.

　It seems quite a few people care about the outcome of this duel. No one wants an outsider who has only been here for one day to win such a duel.

　However, the students at St. Marian College have always been of high caliber and have not shown any overt hostility.

　After Witt and Evan Pearson stepped onto the platform, they continued their conversation. Although their words were rather bland, the atmosphere gradually became tense. Just as the referee sensed the conversation couldn't continue, Witt suddenly changed his tone before blowing the whistle, saying, "The professors have always told us that friendship comes first, competition second. The purpose of a duel isn't to win, but to understand each other better and bring smiles to everyone's faces. May our friendship last forever!"

　Evan Pearson's eyes flashed, and he said, "Thank you." Just then, the referee blew the whistle.

　Above the heads of both players, a countdown to the "preparation phase" was clearly displayed.

　Both players drew cards instantly. The duel began!

　The duel began quite abruptly. But it unfolded very quickly.

　Two boys who had just met, knowing nothing about each other, engaged in a duel "to promote friendship".

　Just as the duel began, Dark Deemon, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed an old man standing next to him.

　He didn't turn his head to look; he only needed to sense the old man's identity from the radiant aura emanating from him.

　Caleb Norris, the current chief archbishop of the Holy Church! Caleb Norris's arrival came without any prior warning.

　Even the Impmon, which is exceptionally sensitive to the aura of light, did not sense his approach.

　Only after he sat down next to Dark did that peaceful and radiant aura gradually emanate.

　"Who do you think will win?" Caleb Norris asked with unusual friendliness after sitting down.

　Dark narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, introducing yourself before asking a question is the simplest form of courtesy."

　Caleb Norris paused noticeably, but then said, "It's been a long time since I've heard anyone speak to me like that."

　Dak casually remarked, "Then you'd better be careful. This usually means you've become detached from the masses."

　Caleb Norris said slowly, "Only by standing on high ground can one see far."

　"Aren't you cold?" Dak asked.

　Caleb Norris said, "The hearts of people who gather to the heights give me warmth."

　Dark said, "I see. I always thought the Church existed to spread the Gospel and bring warmth to its believers. It turns out I've been wrong all along. But you've taken away the warmth from the believers; aren't you worried they'll freeze to death?"

　Caleb Norris slowly turned his head to look at the boy's profile.

　This was the first time he had observed the boy from such a distance since he noticed his unusual behavior.

　He slightly softened his expression, revealing a gentle kindness in his eyes, and slowly said, "The bones of those who freeze to death will become burning fuel, burning away thorns and illuminating the way forward. For the sake of more people, we can create a brighter future."

　Dak said, "Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow; those who pave the way forward should not be left to be trapped in thorns."

　Caleb Norris said, “He will be redeemed and elevated by offering himself for the light and sacrificing himself for the divine. He will no longer be cold, he will no longer be hungry, he will embrace joy, he will embrace grace.”

　Dark suddenly asked, "Did he give you a positive review?"

　After a long pause, the old man asked, "What is the explanation?"

　Dark said, "You don't even have a customer review system? You must have conducted surveys, otherwise how would you know how they feel?"

　Caleb Norris said, “It is recorded in the Holy Scriptures.”

　Dark asked, "Were they already dead before the Bible was written?"

　Caleb Norris, his eyes half-closed, slowly said, "I am Caleb Norris, Archbishop of the Holy Church, Chief Guardian."

　Dark said, "St. Marian Academy, second-year noble academy, Dark Dimon."

　【Vote Heart ('v `o)+】

Chapter 867 Darkdemon Respects the Elder and the Young (4k)

　To Dak's surprise, the archbishop, after introducing himself, simply refused to leave.

　Moreover, Professor Steven Harvey, who was supposed to be there, didn't show up.

　Left with no other choice, Dak had to uphold the fine virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and spend a little more time with him.

　After all, this chief archbishop exuded the aura of a lonely old man.

　Meanwhile, in the arena, the duel between Witt Gold and Evan Pearson had officially begun.

　Vittor Goddard's progress so far has been remarkable. Although he didn't fully understand Professor Bode's "Magical Language" course, he still gained a great deal from it.

　Moreover, he had indeed made thorough preparations to meet the challenges of the Holy Mystic Academy trip.

　Unexpectedly, before they even set off, they encountered a challenge from the other party within their own academy.