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

　With her company, Dak and the others had a great time.

　The "soul-stirring" service is indeed comfortable, and those expensive luxury items are not only gorgeous in appearance, but also of excellent quality.

　Dark picked out a small gift for everyone present and the magical elf, showing that everyone was treated equally.

　The two maids were flattered and smiled throughout.

　For them, the value of a gift is only one aspect; the most important thing is "a gift from the young master," which will make them the most envied among the sisters.

　About an hour later, the group walked and stopped frequently, and finally arrived at the center of the "long-awaited" meeting place.

　The circular corridor built around an arena is exceptionally spacious, with high-end sofas and amenities everywhere.

　The club's staff move among the facilities, providing the best possible service to every guest.

　Some people are lounging on the sofa, enjoying a professional massage.

　Some people are quietly reading while listening to elegant music.

　A group of people sat around a table, chatting excitedly.

　……

　The club uses a special magical device to divide this place into areas without boundaries, allowing each guest to enjoy a private space within the open environment.

　After Dark entered the room, Jessica explained, "This is probably the most popular place for guests to socialize, while the arena in the middle is often used for exhibition matches of swordsmanship, horsemanship, or magical duels."

　"An exhibition match of magic duels?" Dark suddenly became interested and asked, "Is there one today?"

　Jessica answered without hesitation, "There's a match tonight. It's an exhibition match between a renowned duelist known as 'Butterfly Princess' and a professional duelist trained by the guild."

　Dark said, "To be able to invite a well-known magic duelist, the appearance fee must be quite high, right?"

　Jessica looked on with a hint of envy: "Millions."

　"Just a million? I thought it would be at least ten million... huh?"

　As Dak was speaking, he suddenly noticed a somewhat familiar person watching the equestrian performance in the arena, surrounded by a crowd.

　"Isn't that Jeffrey?"

　……

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Chapter 492 Darkdemon's family education is very strict (5k)

　The boy sitting in front of the railing had slightly brownish blond hair that fell just to his shoulders. He had neat bangs, a high nose bridge, and slightly full lips. He was fairly good-looking.

　However, his shoulders were broad and he was not tall, which made his upper body appear too large and his lower body too short, resulting in an unbalanced appearance.

　And this young nobleman was none other than Angus Jeffrey, the president of the Society for the Study of Noble History.

　After leaving the school, Angus Jeffrey lost his group of "close" club members, but seemed to have gained a few more unfamiliar fans.

　His father, Earl Jeffrey, being one of the thirty-six councilors of the kingdom, indeed brought him a very high status.

　Outside of the academy, he remained the center of attention.

　But Dak wasn't familiar with him, so he just glanced at him casually and prepared to walk away.

　However, a young nobleman next to Jeffrey noticed him, tapped Jeffrey on the shoulder with a mischievous glint in his eye, and then whispered something in his ear.

　Jeffrey turned his head instantly, the back of his head brushing against the young man's high nose.

　If there's a implant inside, it should be warped by now (?/w?).

　Jeffrey's expression stiffened for a moment, then he chose to ignore the young man and naturally pretended to be familiar with him as he walked towards Dark.

　"Hey, isn't this Dimon? Do you remember me? I'm Jeffrey, the president of the Society for the Study of Noble History."

　"Senior Jeffrey?"

　Dark had no choice but to stop, and the magical elves that had been playing behind him also stopped one after another.

　Jeffrey glanced at the group of magical elves very subtly, his heart sinking slightly, but his expression remained enthusiastic.

　→Even if you hate Dak in your heart, you still have to put on a show of politeness.

　At the academy, both were students.

　But once they left the academy, one was the son of an earl and the other the son of a duke. Even though Jeffrey's father held real power, he couldn't bridge the apparent class gap.

　The factions of the eldest prince and princess are far from reaching the point of open conflict.

　Jeffrey warmly invited Dark to sit down and said, "It's been more than a month since the holiday started. I thought I would meet you sooner."

　Dark placed the magic book on the table and smiled slightly: "My family is quite strict, and I've been forced to take extra classes lately."

　Is your family strict with your upbringing?

　The noblemen around Jeffrey were initially taken aback by his words, but after a moment, one of the noblewomen couldn't help but laugh and say, "Little brother Dimon, if you can be considered to have strict upbringing..."

　Dark turned his head slightly, asking in confusion, "And who is this?"

　The noblewoman smiled slightly, and a deep dimple appeared on her fair cheek.

　She sported a spiral-spring-like hairstyle very similar to that of Joey, the younger of the twin siblings—a style that seems to be currently trending.

　Her face was slightly round, with very large eyes and exceptionally long eyelashes, and her nose wasn't particularly high. But her petite and delicate features, paired with her rosy cherry lips, gave her a doll-like, exquisite appearance.

　Her attire was also extremely exquisite, a gothic black dress full of lace.

　On her feet were a pair of high-heeled red ballet shoes.

　Faced with Dak's question, the noblewoman covered her face with her folding fan and said, "Phyllis Raman, Earl Rex Raman is my father."

　“Count Rex Raman…”

　Dak's mind raced, and he was certain he didn't know who Earl Rex Raman was.

　But that doesn't matter.

　He stretched out his arms, leaned back on the sofa, and said lazily, "Sister Phyllis, just call me Dark. Things are different now; I can never go back to that carefree era."

　"What happened? Did you fail a course at the academy?" Phyllis Raman asked curiously.

　It was probably because Dak had mentioned "tutoring" that she had this idea.

　But as soon as she said that, Angus Jeffrey's lips twitched, and he had to say, "Phyllis, Dimon is..."

　"Dark is the top student in the grade!"

　Diana opened her eyes wide and immediately retorted.

　"This...is Diana, right?" Phyllis Raman covered her mouth with her folding fan to hide her surprise.

　Angus Jeffrey, of course, couldn't possibly boast to them about Dark Dimon's achievements.

　In fact, he didn't mention Dark at all during this period.

　Therefore, the aristocratic scions in this small circle were unaware that he and Darke Dimon did not have a good relationship.

　Based on the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, no one would want to provoke such a powerful opponent.

　Phyllis even tried to use her good looks and gender advantage to make a good impression on Dak.

　After all, more paths mean more choices.

　Although aristocratic children may seem carefree, they are often not in control of their own lives.

　So when the legendary, uneducated daughter of the Valkyrie suddenly became a top student, the noble children were surprised and immediately began to flatter her.

　Although Jeffrey was in the middle, he suddenly felt that the circle had become unfamiliar.

　His temple twitched slightly, but outwardly he had to join the others in congratulating Dark on his achievement in the grade.

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　In order to regain the initiative, he changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, since Dimon is first in his first year, he will be the top student in his second year. He only needs to apply to the professor to easily become the prefect of the second year. After all, there aren't many standards to refer to in the second year; it has always been based solely on grades."

　"Second-year prefect?" Dark smiled. "That's too much trouble."

　Let whoever wants to be it be it.

　……

　“Becoming a prefect has many advantages,” Jeffrey said with a smile. “Professors grant prefects certain privileges and teach them some card-making techniques they’ll use, such as ‘Silence.’”

　“You can learn even without becoming a prefect,” Darke shook his head and said. “Professors are always happy to satisfy students’ thirst for knowledge.”

　“That’s a good student,” Jeffrey corrected.

　Darke couldn't help but smile: "But am I not a good student?"

　Jeffrey paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "Yeah, haha."

　……

　The two got along surprisingly well.

　Diana and Aurora sat next to Dark.

　Trina stood behind.

　Meanwhile, the magical elves, led by the vampire heiress, stood close to the edge of the railing, watching the equestrian performance inside the arena.

　There were two actors on stage, one female and one male, both dressed in similar bodysuits.

　The tight-fitting clothes revealed large areas of skin.

　The women wore heavy makeup and had graceful figures; the men had short hair and sharp eyebrows and were dashing and heroic.

　Their mounts were two tigers with piercing eyes and white foreheads!

　The two actors and the two big cats performed with great chemistry, creating a series of wonderful moments that kept the magical elf completely engrossed.

　As she watched, the vampire heiress couldn't help but glance at the blue-eyed dragon—she might not have a tiger at home, only a cat, but if she couldn't ride a tiger, she could ride a dragon!

　Although the Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon is a "baby dragon", it is at least three meters tall and can be ridden!

　"hiss--"

　The blue-eyed baby suddenly shuddered and looked around suspiciously.

　Despite being a creation of the "Fruit of Pride," the Blue-Eyes Dragon has been remarkably obedient and well-behaved since birth, never displaying any "arrogant" demeanor.

　Sometimes, it doesn't even look like a "dragon".

　However, it was precisely this that fueled the vampire heiress's arrogance.

　……

　"Wow!"

　The equestrian performance in the arena suddenly entered its most exciting phase.

　The onlookers gasped in surprise.

　The magical elves' eyes also lit up as they watched the two actors ride the two tigers, performing all sorts of incredible feats, their eyes glued to the screen.

　at the same time.

　When Dark noticed that Diana kept glancing in that direction, he laughed and said, "Why don't we go take a look too?"

　“Sure.” Jeffrey had no reason to refuse.

　Today is clearly not a good time to provoke trouble, and it's a good opportunity to make some contact with Dark Dimondo and probe his strengths and weaknesses.

　……

　So the group went to the glass railing and watched the equestrian performance in a "happy" atmosphere.

　But the best moments are always fleeting.

　Just three minutes later, the equestrian performance came to an end.

　Dark asked with a hint of regret, "What other performances are there?"