The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life

"As far as the performance of the program is concerned, today's opening ceremony exhibition game is undoubtedly very successful. But my suggestion is not to do it again."

The hour hand on the clock has already passed eleven o'clock, but the towers are still lively, and Dak has not fallen asleep.

He went to bed after taking a shower and changing clothes, and he was sitting with his knees bent, writing and drawing with his notebook on his knees.

And on his right hand, that ray of [Blessing of the Wind Spirit] was slowly swaying.

From it came the voice of Professor Sylve: "The exhibition competition was held originally because this session was held for the first time. We need to use this as an experiment to prove the long-standing inference. Moreover, this time the competition is rushed, and the schedule of the competition is relatively short. In order to expand the influence, each academy sent a total of 24 pre-competitors, and we always have to give them a chance to express themselves, as a substitute selection, as a reference for determining the main contestants. Wait until the next One session... If there is a next session, there should be no more exhibition games."

Dake nodded slightly, and said: "That's right, it's the first time for the [College Contest], and it's really necessary. When the next session, the competition is formalized, each college will be able to hold the preliminaries in their own colleges in advance. At that time, you only need to It is enough to bring one or two substitutes. However, there are twelve people in the academy, will it be too many?"

Professor Sylph said with a hint of a smile: "This is also the problem. However, the reason for increasing the number of people was originally to extend the schedule and make the influence of the entire competition more durable. In fact, the number of participants we initially decided was There are six people in each college, and one person from each grade, and after considering practical factors, it was changed to three high and low groups."

"Six...it's reasonable," Duck said.

Professor Shilf said: "The number of people is halved, and the competition time does not have to be so long. The competitions of the junior group and the senior group can be placed in the same week. By then, each contestant will have more time. To adapt, or to improve yourself through exchanges and learning, instead of participating in the opening ceremony soon after arriving."

Dake thought for a while with a pen in his hand, and said: "Dividing the competition into every weekend is a good idea in itself, and it will greatly help to lengthen the schedule. But if this method is no longer needed next year to improve [College Competition ], it is best to concentrate the competition to the last week. However, the exchange and learning link can be retained. After a month of exchange and learning, the students who have improved their strength again will display what they have learned in the last week. On a certain level, this is obviously more in line with the style of an academy."

Professor Sylph said: "It is indeed the case. If the [College Competition] is to be held next time, I will give my opinion. But when that time comes, it should be the turn of other colleges to hold it. Therefore, opinions also It can only be an opinion."

Dak glanced at the wisp of [Blessing of the Wind Spirit], and said, "I just mentioned something casually. Whether to adjust the rules or continue the old rules of the first session will be determined according to the actual situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "rustling" running water suddenly came from over there.

This made him look puzzled.

But Professor Sylph still responded normally: "That's right. But your suggestion is equally valuable."

The sound of running water became louder and louder.

Dak thought for a while, then said, "It's getting late, I'm going to rest, professor."

There was a slight pause on the other side, and then a voice continued to come: "Then good night."

"Good night," Duck said.

Then he stuffed the wisp of [Blessing of the Wind Spirit] back into his ear, and continued to think about how to make a golden golem.

In the afternoon, Emma also summoned a [Golden Golem].

However, the [Golden Golem] and the Golem he was going to make were completely different, and the two sides were fundamentally different.

From time to time, he looked through the reference books on golem making, and from time to time he added something to his notebook, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.

……

Time passed silently.

When the time pointer crossed the zero point, the students suddenly became alarmed. They stopped communicating one after another, left the common room in groups of three and four, and stepped on the stairs to the dormitories.

"It's a good thing tomorrow is Sunday, otherwise..."

They patted their chests, said congratulatory words to each other, and soon came to the door of their respective dormitories, pushed the door open and entered.

There was nothing to say the next night.

Almost all the students passed through in a deep sleep.

……

But when the time came, students still walked out of the tower in twos and threes, and the castle gradually gained popularity.

Some people began to run around the castle in the morning, some people got into the library early to borrow and return books, and some people communicated with food in the cafeteria.

However, when the castle was moving slowly towards its due pace as always, the sudden scream broke the long-lasting tranquility and order.

The students who were nearby and suddenly heard the screams moved towards that side almost immediately.

Whether it was out of pursuit of excitement or concern for classmates, in short, people soon surrounded that place.

Students of this age group are always full of endless energy, not to mention still in the School of Magic and Guidance.

All kinds of pranks emerge in endlessly, which are not uncommon in this academy.

The students are all "well-informed", so when they first heard the screams, not many people cared.

The reason why the reaction is faster than usual is only because it is a special period for the [Academy Competition].

There are outsiders in the academy, which will naturally make people more vigilant.

However, when they arrived at the scene, they were extremely surprised to find that the protagonist of this incident was an outsider.

"Isn't this the prairie elf from yesterday?"

Someone suddenly exclaimed.

The girl who was the first to spot the prairie elves was still full of horror.

Senior seniors came after them, and they immediately squatted down to check the situation of the prairie elf with more experience.

After that, more and more people gathered around.

This scene made him instinctively recall his past encounters.

But compared with the current situation of the prairie elves, what he has encountered can only be regarded as a bad prank.

Judging from his experience, although the limbs of this prairie elf were not stiff yet, his aura was already weak, and he was not far from death.

He didn't rashly step forward to interfere with the senior senior's inspection, but just observed the appearance subconsciously.

"There are no scars."

At least on the skin exposed to clothing, there are no obvious injuries including abrasions.

There were no obvious signs of a fight at the scene of the crime.

"What about leaving a message before you die?"

Robert, who had been frantically following detective novels for a while, thought immediately.

But his eyes turned quickly, but he still didn't find anything, which made him feel disappointed subconsciously.

"Magic call!"

The senior senior who was checking had already taken out the magic card and started emergency treatment.

The magister has nothing else but to highlight an omnipotence.

Even though the senior senior looked like a sports club, he still took out the magic card for healing.

As the spring rain-like raindrops gradually fell, the prairie elf's little aura suddenly grew a little longer.

"Johnny, what happened?"

The president of the sports club, Shrek Holmes suddenly squeezed into the scene.

But not long after Shrek, who had the surname of Holmes, arrived, he began to sabotage the scene of the crime.

Fortunately, some students have already recorded in advance.

Shrek Holmes immediately picked up the prairie elf after a quick question, and disappeared in a teleportation.

After all, he was the president of the sports club, Shrek Holmes had full credibility, and no one raised any objections to his actions.

But as soon as the victim disappeared, the discussion suddenly became louder.

Robert squeezed out of the crowd, but quickly rushed to the infirmary.

At this moment, even with the muscles in his brain, he knew that Shrek Holmes must have taken him to the infirmary.

Although Sister Carlian has a notorious reputation, no one doubts her medical technology.

Not to mention resuscitating the dead, but ensuring that the living are not dead is not difficult for her.

Taking the prairie elf to the infirmary as soon as possible can at least save his life.

As for the others, whether they can restore their sanity, whether they can return to what they used to be, is all after saving their lives.

The students who only observed with their eyes may not be clear, but after checking it with their own hands, they all understand that the prairie elf is dying!

Although the whole picture of this incident has not yet been sorted out, it is already a very incredible thing in the eyes of normal people.

Because the victim himself was a prairie elf who was proficient in fighting, and especially good at assassination.

How could an elf of this strength be easily knocked down?

Even without resistance, at stake?

unless……

"Unless the crime scene isn't there?"

This idea flashed across Robert's mind, reasoning while running.

"The trauma can be covered up, but the traces are difficult to remove. Someone must have beaten him like this elsewhere, and then healed his trauma before moving away from the scene."

"And from the fact that he was moved to the corridor of the castle where there is a lot of traffic, it can be seen to some extent that the other party may not really want to kill him."

"If this is the case, the conditions for achieving this step will be greatly reduced."

"The perpetrator...the murderer may not be alone, and many people work together to suppress it. Even the prairie elf cannot escape."

"They didn't really want to kill the prairie elf, but when the prairie elf was discovered, it was only breathless. If it wasn't for the precise calculation of the behavior, it means that even if the prairie elf died, the murderer would not particularly care."

"And there are not many people who can attack in the academy castle."

Robert's brain turned rapidly, automatically substituting the detective's perspective.

"First of all, you must have strength."

"Secondly, there must be a motive for killing."

"Finally, I will add it at the end."

Robert came to the infirmary familiarly and knocked on the door quickly.

The one who opened the door was not Sister Carlian, but a newcomer to the academy last semester, Sister Carlian's assistant, Sister Lilian with the nickname "Little Angel".

Robert is often in and out of the infirmary, and he is very familiar with Sister Lilian.

Sister Lilian's hair color is a very rare platinum color, so she is also called "Platinum Angel".

Her public identity is a relative of Sister Carlian, and she is very popular because she is too innocent and cute.

"Excuse me, is Senior Steven Holmes already inside?"

Robert asked curiously.

Sister Lilian nodded slightly and said, "It's inside."

Robert asked again: "Can I go in and have a look?"

But Sister Lilian said, "Not yet."

Robert was silent for a while, but he didn't force his way in. Instead, he left quickly and ran towards the tower of the Knight Academy.

While the prairie elf was being treated, he had to tell Werther about it, and then... he could start detective work!

As is often the case in novels, a detective always has an assistant with him.

If you have something to do as an assistant, if you have nothing to do as an assistant... Bah, bah, bah!

Robert quickly shifted his attention.

As disrespectful as it is to the victim, he's really, really excited right now.

His vacation was spent in the Knights of the Dragon Claw, and those three extremely boring three months were simply a nightmare.

College life didn't get much better after the holidays.

But after a boring September, finally ushered in a different October!

He couldn't wait to share his "joy" with his best friend and invited him to act together.

Moreover, the murderer who can make the prairie elves look like that... needs a helper!

……

But when Robert was running fast, the "treatment behavior" in the infirmary had stopped.

"No trauma."

Sister Carlian put away the magic card and said quickly.

Professor Sylph, who came out of nowhere, frowned and asked, "Not from the beginning?"

Professor Sylph frowned: "Then what is his current situation? Can he wake up?"

Sister Carlian said: "The body is intact, but the soul is damaged. I am afraid it will be impossible to wake up in a short time. If he is forced to wake up, he will be traumatized again because of the incomplete soul. My suggestion is to let him continue to be like this." , and then find a way to repair the soul."

"Mending the soul?" Professor Sylph pondered, "That's Steven's domain."

……

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[I'm about to enter the examination room, I'm a little nervous. 】