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

　Dak didn't think much of it and went inside, closing the door behind him.

　"Merry Christmas."

　……

　"Merry Christmas. Hmm, it's been a long time since any students have brought Christmas presents."

　Professor Sylph glanced at the bag in Dark's hand, feeling somewhat gratified.

　Dark raised the magic ring on his finger and twirled it: "They don't know what a blessing can bring."

　Professor Sylph chuckled: "So what did you get besides this old ring? Lily's alcohol fumes?"

　Dark could clearly sense that Professor Sylph was a completely different person during the holidays, and he said helplessly, "What a waste, what a waste."

　Professor Sylph pointed to her finger and said, "Take out my share and I'll try my best to give you an equivalent return."

　Dak then took the "Green Seed Wine" out of the gift bag.

　The bluish-green liquid swayed slightly, reflecting a faint glimmer in the sunlight.

　Professor Sylph paused for a moment, then regained her composure and put on a stern face.

　"Where did you get this wine from?"

　Dak knew she would ask that question.

　According to the original plan, Simmons would be content as long as Professor Sylph could drink the green wine he brewed himself.

　So he was allowed to make up a small tavern. After all, Qingzi wine was a cheap wine that could be bought anywhere.

　But Dark didn't want to do that.

　Because this is not within the scope of the task.

　He solemnly said, "It was Uncle Simmons from Traveller Street who begged me to deliver it."

　Sylph frowned sharply: "He's still stuck in that stinky corner?"

　Darke had a sudden thought and said, "He said he would always be there."

　Sylph's eye twitched, she turned her face away and looked out the window.

　From Dak's perspective, her eyes are no longer visible.

　She said sternly, "Take the wine back and tell him to get out of here!"

　Dark shook his head and said, "That won't do. I've already received his payment, and I can't return it."

　Professor Sylph: "What compensation? I'll make it up to you!"

　Dark: "Morning dew, the eight directions."

　Professor Sylph turned around instantly, astonished, "He actually gave you both bottles of wine?"

　With a fleeting glance, Dak noticed that the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and he immediately understood what was going on.

　Dak: "Morning dew soothes the wounded heart, the eight wastelands bestow heroes, and green leaves connect the closest relatives."

　Sylph's mind raced: "You gave them to Lily and Claire respectively?"

　Dark: "Professor, you can do it."

　At this point, Professor Sylph's tone suddenly softened: "Keep the wine; it's your Christmas present."

　As she spoke, she flicked her finger, and a wisp of breeze swirled and flew into Dark's palm.

　As Dak clenched his fingers, a wisp of green-glowing breeze emanated from them.

　Professor Sylph explained, "That's the blessing of the wind spirits, which can help you ward off one disaster."

　As they were talking, a gentle breeze slipped into Dark's brow, leaving only a touch of coolness.

　Dak suddenly realized that he had become much more alert and perceptive.

　No wonder Professor Sylph knew it was him just by standing outside the door.

　This gentle breeze is priceless!

　……

　"The Wind Spirit should belong to the Flying type, right? What could I create if I refined it?"

　After leaving the teachers' dormitory, Dak couldn't help but think this.

　But just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly heard a gust of wind coming from above, which made him subconsciously take a few steps forward.

　Then came a "smack"!

　Objects thrown from high-rise buildings!

　A dark shadow flashed by upstairs.

　Bottle shards and wine mingled at my feet.

　Dak was completely dumbfounded. This was actually Qingzi wine!

　Professor Sylph first gave him a wisp of wind blessing, and then smashed the Green Wine down from above.

　If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, that priceless blessing of wind would have been wasted.

　"What kind of hatred or grudge could have led to this tragic death of a father and daughter?"

　Dak was still shaken and decided not to get involved for the time being.

　Anyway, elves have long enough lifespans, so let the father and daughter wear each other down slowly!

　slip away.

　……

　After noon.

　Dark appeared in a small tavern in the corner of the traveler's street.

　Simmons seems to have been waiting for good news.

　But he could only bring bad news.

　"You mean, she smashed the Qingzi wine?"

　Dark thought Simmons would be furious, but to his surprise, Simmons was not only not angry, but also danced with joy.

　After saying "good" three times, Simmons wanted to close the door and drink.

　Dark couldn't help but ask, "So what's so good about it?"

　Simmons laughed loudly, "Everything's great! You know what? This is the first time in all these years that she's reacted this strongly to something I gave her. Good job smashing it, excellent job smashing it!"

　Dark: "Wow, that was awesome?"

　Simmons: "Yes, absolutely fantastic, absolutely fantastic!"

　Dark: "Croak, croak."

　Simmons: "Croak, croak."

　Dark: "..."

　He's gone mad! This man is insane!

　……

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Chapter 199 The Bible of Darkdemon

　Regardless, Simmons himself seems quite happy.

　Perhaps this is already the best Christmas gift for him.

　……

　Dark quietly left the tavern. The Christmas traveler's street was bustling with activity, packed with people from noon onwards.

　Walking along a slightly secluded path, the sounds of laughter still lingered in my ears.

　But at this moment, his mind gradually calmed down.

　Although the war has ended, the lingering sorrow has not ceased.

　The peace and joy we enjoy today are the result of the sacrifices made by the older generation.

　Both Professor Lily and Professor Sylph were left with irreparable regrets as a result.

　……

　The weather was unexpectedly good on Christmas Day.

　When Dak returned to the dormitory, he was stopped in the common room.

　“Dark Dimon, someone gave you a gift.”

　A second-grade girl named Ma Li was reading a book on the sofa with her long legs crossed. After calling him over, she pointed to two gifts on the table.

　Dark walked over with some surprise and said politely, "Thank you, senior."

　Ma Li made a gesture, and then continued reading her book.

　Dak picked up two gifts from the table, looking somewhat curious.

　Who else will give me Christmas presents?

　The only things he could think of were a return gift from Emma, ​​and the other was anyone's guess.

　Could it be Eudora?

　But Eudora is a classmate of the Noble Academy, so she shouldn't need this senior to pass it on.

　So who exactly sent it?

　Instead of opening it immediately, Dak found a seat in the common lounge and sat down.

　During this time, most students are strolling around Traveler's Street, so the common lounge is very empty and there's no need to worry about being disturbed.

　He placed the two gift boxes on the table and began to choose them with great interest.

　The gift on the left is a pink square box, which has a girly feel to it, and is very likely Emma's.

　The gift on the right was wrapped in a Christmas gift box and was quite heavy.

　"The surprises will definitely be saved for later."

　Dak picked out the pink gift, then unwrapped it to reveal a gift box.

　Open it up again to reveal a smaller gift box.

　Then, when you open it up, you'll find even smaller gift boxes inside.

　Take it apart again...

　"Are you trying to play these tricks on me?"

　Dark lines appeared on Dak's forehead. He finally opened nine gift boxes before seeing the real gift.

　It was an ancient gold coin!

　This ancient gold coin does not meet standard specifications. However, the material used is very special, and the portrait on the obverse is somewhat blurred. But it is still faintly discernible that he is wearing a crown, suggesting he was the king at the time.

　The back is carved with a structure resembling a golden pagoda, reminiscent of the eight murals.

　It's the first day of the year.

　The creation of those eight murals was not out of thin air.

　The mural appeared because Emma entered the secret passage.

　Dark was merely a third party involved.

　He frowned slightly and picked up the Christmas card that was pressed under the gold coins.

　On the small card, a simple image of a Christmas girl is drawn, and the name "Emma Metis" is written next to it in ancient script.

　"It really was a gift from Emma. This is going to be difficult."

　The value of this ancient gold coin is far greater than that of a case of apple juice.