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

　In other words, it's the "Sin? Magic Card"—"Elysium? Drinking Milk!"

　The core ingredients of "Paradise? Drinking Milk" are only two. One is the juice of cow grass.

　The other natural state is "paradise"!

　This is not a problem at all for Dark, who has a large stockpile of cowgrass juice and a large amount of "Lunar Elysium".

　However, translating theory into practice ultimately takes time. His experiment did not go as smoothly as he had imagined.

　However, with the support of his exceptional intelligence, he transformed each failure into fertile ground for success.

　Finally, around 1:30 AM, whether by coincidence or design, he successfully crafted a usable "Ecstasy? Drinking Milk" card!

　He then eagerly conducted the experiment. The final result was less than satisfactory.

　The "Elysium? Drink Milk" spell can indeed be used by the Elysium-based magical spirit, but after drinking the milk, the magical spirit only recovers one-third of its maximum magical power.

　The effect of "Ultimate Skill: Drinking Milk" is to restore half of your maximum magic power!

　However, the difference between one-third and one-half is not significant in this situation; it can only be said that the ultimate move was not brought to its full potential.

　The success of this "Ecstasy? Drinking Milk" card is most importantly proof that Dark's thinking was absolutely correct!

　He suppressed his excitement, wrote down all the key points of the previous experiment, and then forced himself to stop the urge to continue the experiment and immediately went to sleep.

　Incidentally, the "great sin" Dark absorbed tonight is still (rage).

　Tuesday, April 7th, morning.

　Going to bed at 2 a.m. and waking up at 7 a.m., five hours of sleep may not be enough for a teenager who is still developing, but it is still acceptable.

　Dak squinted and dozed off as he entered the bathroom, but came out looking refreshed.

　He then quickly finished his breakfast and pulled out his "mathematics" textbook to skim through it.

　Since he is only responsible for one "mathematics class" per week, he has not yet handed it over to Professor Melno.

　In just fifteen minutes, Dak recalled his previous lesson preparation and had a clear understanding of what he needed to teach in this lesson.

　Then he immediately packed his essentials and went out.

　With less than ten minutes until class starts at eight o'clock, most students are on their way to their classrooms, and the common room is already empty.

　Dak walked out of the tower and hurried toward the first-grade math classroom, finally arriving just before the bell rang.

　Due to the special circumstances, his courses were always taught to students from four different colleges simultaneously. Therefore, he chose to teach in relatively spacious lecture halls.

　Before the bell rang for class, the classroom was quite lively, with "Saint" Audrey Joan of Arc already surrounded by the students' enthusiasm.

　Even though it was already the second day of class, the first-grade boys and girls still surrounded her, asking her all sorts of questions.

　Audrey wasn't truly heartless; she would occasionally respond when surrounded by students.

　But each of her answers only made the people surrounding her more excited and enthusiastic.

　The classroom was in chaos until Dark pushed open the door and entered. Only then did the students surrounding Audrey Joan scatter like birds and beasts, hurriedly returning to their seats.

　Audrey Joan of Arc sat in the first row of the Magic Academy area. The two girls who were originally sitting there moved to either side to make room for her.

　Audrey Joan of Arc was much more likable than Evan Pearson, and her status as a "saint" prevented the students from openly harming her. Therefore, from yesterday to today, it has only been minor skirmishes.

　Dak glanced at Anna and Angie over there before walking up to the podium.

　Only then did the bell ring suddenly.

　The students sat up straight, quickly getting into a learning mindset. Among the crowd below, Audrey Jeanne, who had just remained calm despite the enthusiasm of so many people, showed an expression of incredulous astonishment for the first time since joining the first year.

　"It seems we have a new student in our classroom." Dark noticed Audrey Joan's expression and looked up to ask, "Audrey Joan, have you previewed the textbook?"

　Upon hearing her own name, Audrey Joan of Arc finally snapped out of her daze and instinctively replied, "I have seen some."

　Dark nodded and said, "It's already nearing the end of the second semester, and we've finished teaching the first-year material. I can't possibly start from scratch just for you. However, if there's anything you don't understand during the lecture, you can raise your hand and ask. Also, I will try my best to break down the content and explain it in detail."

　After finishing speaking, he glanced at the students' reactions and said, "Now, let's continue with what we covered in the last lesson. Please turn to page xx in your textbooks. We'll begin today..."

　The addition of the "Saintess" did not affect Dark's teaching.

　He had absolutely no intention of giving him any special treatment.

　For questions like those answered after class, students are also encouraged to seek help from Professor Melno.

　The class proceeded in an unexpectedly calm manner.

　However, Audrey Joan's inner horror lingered for a long time.

　at the same time.

　Evan Pearson, the "holy child" in second-grade math class, was sitting alone at the long table in the last row by the window. But after class started, he kept looking towards the window.

　He turned his head to look even more often than Darko Dimon, who was "daydreaming."

　Professor Lily, who was diligently teaching, finally snapped after the nth time: "Evan Pearson, you're not paying attention in class, deduct five points!"

　[The Holy Son] Evan Pearson, for the first time in his life, received a deduction from his professor's grade. He was filled with resentment.

Chapter 898 Darkdemon, No Part of Illusory Resentment (8000 words, requesting monthly votes)

　Evan Pearson had no idea where Dark Dimon was or what he was doing.

　In short, from yesterday morning until now, all he has noticed is that this person is extremely inattentive in class. The professors in charge of the classes seem to be used to it and do nothing about his various "daydreaming" behaviors. Today, he even skipped the "math class," which is really not the quality of a top student.

　If the professors' lectures were boring and useless, that would be one thing. But after attending so many classes, he discovered that the professors at St. Mary's College were all quite knowledgeable.

　He was quite surprised by both the "Reverse Summoning Spell" taught in yesterday's "Summoning Spell" class and the so-called "mathematics" taught in today's "Mathematics Class," which was supposed to be an "Arithmetic Class."

　He had thought that courses like second-grade arithmetic couldn't be very creative, but he never expected that the little imp professor named "Lily Laplace" would teach such novel and practical content, greatly broadening his horizons.

　But even in such a good course, Dak Dimon skipped class.

　After suffering a significant deduction, Evan Pearson composed himself and temporarily focused his attention on the lesson.

　It wasn't until after the class ended that he found his closest confidant, Doron, and subtly inquired about Dark Dimon's whereabouts.

　Doron spent the entire night playing tag with Evan Pearson alongside the second-grade boys.

　They fought on despite repeated defeats, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Evan Pearson was thoroughly annoyed.

　But it must be said that Evan Pearson got to know quite a few people during the entire night of duels.

　A duel is indeed a way to foster friendship.

　Evan Pearson gradually forgot even the grudge of being tricked into drinking.

　"Huh? You're asking Dark?" Doron said, slightly puzzled, in response to Evan Pearson's questioning. "He went to math class!"

　"Ha." Evan Pearson sneered, thinking to himself that there was definitely something fishy going on. Even the cunning Doron was covering for Dark.

　He then stopped abruptly and righteously exposed Doron's lie: "He was clearly not in the math class! I sit in the last row, how could I not know? You students of St. Mary's Academy are going too far. Do you really think I, a holy son, can be bullied like this?"

　"Bullying, Pearson! Your accusation is a bit too vicious," Doron said, frowning sharply. "We not only threw you a welcome party, but we also spent the whole night with you yesterday, and this is how you see us?"

　Evan Pearson froze, completely taken aback that Doron would dare to retort. He wanted to argue his point and retort angrily, but the words that came out were: "Never mind the insults... Didn't you lie to me and say it was juice... Now you're lying to me saying that Dak was in math class..."

　"Hey! Wait a minute!" Doron immediately stopped him, saying, "First of all, let me clarify, it really is juice! And it's an Easter special that we went through a lot of trouble to get our hands on! It's just that the alcohol content... you don't want me to be so explicit, do you?"

　Evan Pearson stared, his voice instinctively lowering: "Even putting that aside... but what you said about Dark Dimon..."

　Doron's voice suddenly rose: "But he went to math class!"

　Evan Pearson exclaimed, "He's definitely not in the classroom!"

　Doron said, "Nonsense! He's taking math in first grade!" Evan Pearson exclaimed in astonishment, "What? First grade? Does he not understand second grade and has to take first grade classes?"

　Doron: "I'm Zhongzhou 8, how do you interpret this? I said he teaches first-grade math to first-grade students, he's the professor of first-grade math! Do you understand now?"

　"Professor" Evan Pearson gradually understood, and gradually became petrified.

　Someone passing by casually remarked, "Mathematics textbooks are all written by others, so what's wrong with being a first-year professor?"

　“Yes, yes! You can find his name on the last page of the math textbook,” someone else said. “Also, he has a pen name, I think it’s Anonymous.”

　Evan Pearson suddenly remembered that many of the theorems and formulas in his mathematics textbook seemed to have been written by an anonymous author.

　Doron sighed, patted the stone sculpture in front of him, and said, "Dark will be back next class. If there's anything you want to know, go ask him yourself. Next time, don't wrongly accuse innocent people before you've figured it out. We students of St. Mary's Academy may be good-natured, but we won't let ourselves be bullied. Of course, if you challenge us to another duel tonight, I'll pretend nothing happened, how about that?"

　Doron's combination of slashing and striking left Pistan wide-eyed, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This kid Doron is starting to resemble me to some extent."

　The second-year boys, especially those from the almost entirely aristocratic second-year students, all benefited greatly from their duels with Evan Pearson.

　Moreover, the duel with Evan Pearson was completely stress-free. Even if he lost, it didn't seem to matter much.

　Since everyone lost, the question of winning or losing becomes irrelevant.

　When the gap in ability is too large, they will automatically put themselves in the position of "learning".

　It is perfectly reasonable for the weak to learn from the strong.

　Doron and his companions not only enjoyed their duel with Evan Pearson but also accomplished their "mission," killing two birds with one stone.

　They naturally wanted to continue.

　And on the other side.

　Dark Dimon finally finished his lesson with the first-year students. After assigning the week's homework, he dismissed the get out of class and left the classroom.

　From beginning to end, Audrey Joan of Arc was treated as just an ordinary student.

　He then went to his office to store his math textbooks and teaching tools, and also to hand them over to Ergani, who was inside.

　When it was almost time, he left the office and hurried to the "History of Magic" classroom.

　Just a little faster than Professor Ryan Hawkes, Darke sat down in his familiar seat and saw "The Holy Son" Evan Pearson once again.

　Evan Pearson looked a little strange, but Dark didn't care. He was already eager to continue his research on [Ultimate Skill Card → Magic Card]!

　Professor Ryan Hawkes looked around as he entered the classroom. After a while, he seemed to have finally found what he was looking for, and a chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on his face.

　"I heard that an exchange student came to our class. He's a holy son of the Holy Church. Where are you sitting? Stand up so the professor can introduce me to him."

　Evan Pearson wasn't impressed by such a hasty order, but he still stood up with a frown.

　But after Professor Ryan Hawkes waited for him to stand up, he waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down: "Alright, since the new exchange student is a Holy Son, today we'll talk about the performance of Holy Sons throughout history in the history of war."

　As he spoke, he walked to the podium and wrote today's topic on the blackboard—(The Holy Son)!

　The "Holy Son," who was present at the scene, looked visibly displeased after being suddenly called up and asked to sit down without doing anything.

　Evan Pearson was extremely disgusted by this kind of "manipulation of people".

　Therefore, he had a very poor impression of this "history of magic" professor!

　Professor Ryan Hax's subsequent lectures further worsened Evan Pearson's perception of him.

　But really, it's nothing. Professor Ryan Harker was just stating the facts about the performance of the Holy Sons in the history of war, without bias.

　Whether or not they are holy sons, their performance in war varies, which is not surprising.

　However, Evan Pearson, as a contemporary "saint," is more sensitive to this matter.

　He felt honored when Professor Ryan Hawkes spoke of the positive aspects. But when Professor Ryan Hawkes spoke of the negative aspects, he couldn't stand it at all.

　The feeling was as if the professor on the podium was slapping him across the face, making his cheeks turn red.

　In short, he did not enjoy this "History of Magic" class.

　But his attention was completely drawn to Professor Ryan Hawkes, causing him to forget to observe Dark Dimon, thus allowing Dark Dimon to remain undisturbed by his gaze.

　The History of Magic class proceeded under these circumstances until its conclusion. But Evan Pearson's "unpleasantness" continued.

　Tuesday afternoon's class is "Warcraft Studies," taught by Professor Nini, who has now been officially appointed to the faculty.

　Professor Nini is a Behemoth of mixed race.

　Evan Pearson discovered after classes started yesterday that most of the second-year professors were of mixed race, being of subhuman descent.

　Professor Sylph is an elf half-blood, Professor Kazel is a goblin half-blood, and Professor Lily is even more directly a pure-blooded goblin.

　In other words, Professor Thompson and Professor Hawkes are pure human. But none of the previous professors, including Professor Nini who specializes in "Warcraft Studies," made him feel even more repulsed!

　Professor Nini is actually a very lovely child. But that's a conclusion you only come to after spending more time with her.

　Her appearance always makes it difficult for people who meet her for the first time to form a good impression.

　For Evan Pearson, the overly obvious orcish features aroused his instinctive disgust.

　Under such a negative impression, he couldn't bear to listen to anything Professor Nini said.