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

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　The stars and moon disappeared, and the night was completely dark.

　The enormous and ancient castle, guarded by four towers, lies like a giant beast crouching in the night, quiet and serene.

　A vast number of patrolling golems moved silently in the darkness, quietly protecting the students' safety.

　But in the shadows of the corners, shadows still twisted from time to time, like wriggling worms, avoiding the sight of all the golems, and wandered around the castle.

　Dak had a dream that night.

　He dreamt of a thick, dark fog, a huge golden door, and an endless staircase that appeared after he pushed open that golden door.

　Step onto the golden staircase and climb up layer by layer.

　As he climbed the ladder, his consciousness gradually cleared, and a kind of cognition based on "lucid dream" emerged in his mind.

　But he did not wake up.

　He didn't even have the slightest thought of "waking up." He walked up the steps, advancing step by step.

　The golden staircase behind them was already submerged in the thick black fog, and the golden staircase in front of them still seemed endless.

　But he didn't look back at all; his eyes were only on the road ahead. Naturally, he couldn't see the darkness and despair behind him.

　The steps ahead were always lit, their dazzling golden light filling my entire eye sockets.

　And so, they kept going up.

　Tireless, oblivious to the past.

　Until a certain moment suddenly arrived, he was jolted awake in his struggle and realized that exhaustion was overwhelming him.

　It was as if he had truly walked that extremely long road. "What time is it..."

　The magical spirits around him were awakened by the commotion he made. They opened their hazy eyes one by one, but seeing that he was still lying there, they closed them again in a daze.

　Dark saw that the clock on the wall was pointing to three in the morning. It turned out that in his dream, he had only climbed the stairs for a little over three hours. But upon waking, he felt as if he had climbed for three whole days and nights; he was extremely exhausted, and his whole body ached terribly. However, it was only three in the morning, and the fatigue intensified his drowsiness. He vaguely pondered the problem and then fell asleep again.

　Many people dreamed that night.

　At seven o'clock in the morning, Dak was suddenly awakened from his sleep!

　He abruptly stopped, staring blankly at the clock, his mind completely empty.

　Several minutes passed before he gradually came to his senses. However, his memories of waking up in the early morning and of the dream were greatly diminished.

　It felt like he'd just had an ordinary dream. He was slightly bothered by it.

　But the clock urged him to get out of bed immediately, then wash up, get ready, and prepare his teaching materials. By the time everything was ready, he had forgotten even more about the dream.

　He sat down, casually pulled out a newspaper from the vegetable basket that Little Demon Beast had brought, and glanced at it while he was eating.

　As expected, topics related to the college competition have completely dominated the news.

　Above the banner on the homepage are silhouettes of the twelve contestants from the lower grades of St. Mary's Academy.

　Turning to the second page, suddenly a number of well-known experts appeared out of nowhere, offering sharp commentary on each duel and the entire academy championship.

　Dark glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh, almost thinking he was reading The Joker's Daily.

　He closed the "Great Sage Daily" and took out the "Magic Duel Report" sold in his shop and glanced at it a few more times.

　The newspaper naturally also discussed the Academy Championship. But the Academy Championship was merely a prelude; today's "Magic Duel Newspaper" proclaimed one idea from beginning to end—the era of magic duels had truly arrived!

　After reading "The Magic Duel Report," read the final "The Clown Daily Report."

　This newspaper, which usually records absurd and unconventional content, has fallen short of the "Great Sage Daily" today.

　Dak quickly glanced through the morning's "news" and then headed to class with his backpack.

　Normally, he wakes up at six o'clock, giving him ample time to study and exercise.

　But having slept an extra hour today, things felt a bit rushed, and I needed to get to the classroom quickly.

　However, he stopped short as soon as he reached the common room. The number of people gathered there was unexpectedly large.

　At this time, most people would already be on their way to the classroom.

　But this morning, many students from first grade to sixth grade had not yet left their homes.

　A large number of students from the academy of nobles gathered in the common room, chattering about something.

　He listened intently. Suddenly he heard someone die. He listened more carefully.

　Then someone said that no one was dead, just unconscious. "So, are they dead or not?"

　Dark couldn't help but make a comment.

　A senior student who looked somewhat familiar suddenly replied, "He shouldn't be dead. Otherwise, so many people wouldn't be arguing about whether he's dead or not."

　Dark looked at the senior student and frowned, "So, someone was murdered?"

　The senior student stroked his chin and said, "I don't know, I just came down here myself. But it's normal for someone to be killed, isn't it? After all, the culprit who attacked the grassland elves hasn't been caught yet."

　Dark immediately realized that this senior student also knew nothing. But just as he was about to ask someone else, someone suddenly reminded him: class is about to start.

　Then, as if suddenly realizing they had classes to attend, the students gathered in the common room rushed out of the tower and hurried to their respective classrooms.

　Dark watched the rapidly disappearing crowd, frowned slightly, and quickly followed. He was still somewhat worried.

　But as that senior said, if someone died in St. Marian Academy, the academy's level of security would definitely be completely different from what it is now.

　Since this group of people can still go to the classroom to study as usual, it seems that even if someone is attacked, it won't be a big problem.

　What intrigued him was... who the victim was.

　Judging from the appearance of those students from the noble academy, it seemed they didn't know who they were.

　This is very problematic.

　"Since the students of the House of Nobles didn't know, it can be basically concluded that the victim was not a student of the House of Nobles."

　"If they were students from other races, especially elves and orcs, they would probably have already fallen out."

　"But if it's not elves or orcs, then who could it be?"

　"Are they the same people who attacked the grassland elf Dylan and manipulated public opinion to frame the orcs?"

　"Or is it someone else, taking advantage of the chaos?"

　"I don't know whether I should be glad or not that this happened today instead of yesterday, so it won't affect the holding of the academy championship."

　Dak pondered as he traveled.

　If it weren't for the urgency, he would be heading straight to the infirmary to ask Sister Carian.

　Today is Monday, and the first class is "Summoning Spells".

　When Dak arrived at the classroom, it was already full of people, with only a few people still missing.

　He entered through the back door and went to the last row of seats by the window. He was about to put his things down and ask Diana and Rose in the front row for more information when the "blessing of the wind spirits" that he had been hiding in his ear suddenly floated out.

　Immediately afterwards, Professor Sylph's voice came from within that wisp of "blessing of the wind spirit" and entered his ears.

　"Jingle Bell."

　The school bell finally rang.

　The previously noisy classroom fell silent in an instant; you could hear a pin drop.

　But Professor Sarah Sylph did not arrive on time. Just as the students were surprised by Professor Sylph's first lateness...

　Substitute professor Dakdimon walked up to the podium from the back of the classroom.

Chapter 1254 Darkdemon and the Castle Mystery (4k)

　A murmur of chatter filled the classroom.

　The students were puzzled by Dark Dimon's sudden action. Only when Dark walked to the podium did some students instinctively raise their hands, wanting to ask a question.

　At this moment, Dak had just placed the textbook on the podium and was about to explain that he would be teaching today's lesson.

　"Excuse me, where is Professor Sylph?"

　"Professor Sylph had something come up and just sent me a message asking me to temporarily fill in for her."

　Dak was satisfied with the student's cooperation.

　The third-year students all knew that he had experience as a part-time professor, although it was a math professor... but he was, after all, the top student in the grade, so it was no problem for him to temporarily fill in for a class.

　At most, it might puzzle exchange students from other colleges. But it's not a big problem.

　Points will be deducted if you don't listen in class.

　After all, he really does have the authority to teach.

　However, while teaching, Dak also felt a tingling, itchy sensation in his heart, as if a hedgehog or cat was crawling on it.

　Professor Sylph only notified him to substitute for her without telling him the details, which made his curiosity almost impossible to suppress.

　What could possibly have caused Professor Sylph to temporarily cancel her lecture?

　Could it be that someone was actually attacked, and seriously injured?

　Or perhaps, the person attacked was someone important.

　With this in mind, Dark managed to complete the substitute teaching of "Summoning Spell" and inadvertently assigned too much homework.

　But since he's not the one doing or grading the homework, it doesn't really matter.

　In short, as soon as the bell rang, Dak quickly packed his things and, like some professors, left just in time.

　Behind him, the students in the classroom became quite noisy. Besides complaining about the excessive amount of homework, they were mostly discussing the rumors that had circulated that morning.

　During the half-hour break between classes, Dark headed straight for the infirmary. But he had only gone halfway there when the "Blessing of the Wind Spirit" that had been swirling around his ears reappeared.

　So he was forced to go to the magic theory classroom and start preparing for today's magic theory lesson early.

　"Jingle Bell!"

　When the bell rang for the second period today, the professor who had taught the class was not the one who appeared on the podium.

　Dak sighed slightly and began the lesson.

　The substitute teaching of two consecutive classes made the third-year students collectively realize that something serious might really be happening in the college.

　If the rumors this morning are true, it could be an even more serious situation than the attack on Dylan, the prairie spirit.

　Suddenly, the students in the classroom became restless. Dark had just begun his lecture when an orc student suddenly raised his hand to ask a question, and then…

　The orc student was then penalized ten points for asking irrelevant questions during class.

　Of course, he didn't get an answer.

　Having learned from the orc student's example, the other students wisely chose to keep quiet.

　People have to bow their heads under the roof.

　After all, at St. Marian's College, academic credits do have considerable purchasing power. However, with doubts in one's mind, it's naturally difficult to concentrate on the lectures.

　As more and more students became distracted in class, Dark had no choice but to resort to calling on students to answer questions.

　The effect of random selection is immediate.

　The students instantly perked up and became serious.

　Dak continued lecturing, but increased the frequency of interaction between teachers and students, making them dare not be distracted at all.

　The identity of a "professor" naturally gives them a special advantage over "students," inspiring a sense of awe and respect in them.

　In his lecture today, Dak shared some of his insights and analyzed many common problems that students encounter in the learning process from their perspective, which indeed benefited some students greatly.

　In this way, students who have learned something will naturally develop a greater sense of awe and become more attentive in class.

　Another hour and a half passed, and as the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, some students showed expressions of lingering enjoyment.

　However, as soon as the bell rang, the substitute professor on the podium disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　After finishing his morning classes, Dak finally had some free time and rushed to the infirmary.

　But when he knocked and entered, he only saw Sister Lillian; Sister Kallian was not there.

　However, after asking a few questions, he learned the information and immediately rushed to the hidden place behind the teachers' dormitory.

　The fact that neither Professor Sylph nor Professor Cazell attended class suggests that the injuries sustained by the person attacked this morning were no less severe than those suffered by the grassland elf Dylan.