The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life

The talent of "divination" is so rare that it is far above the talent of magic power.

But in such a classroom, more than eight talented people can appear at the same time.

And these eight people are only the talented people who showed up tonight.

There are also not a few talented people who hide in it and haven't found their "feeling".

Professor Mitiya lit up the first star first: "Then, Sarah Swati, you come first."

But after Sarah stood up, she didn't move: "Professor, divination is a very personal matter."

Professor Mitia blinked, and said casually: "No, what you see now is not considered divination, unless you can be like Eudora."

In fact, Yudora, who still doesn't know anything about her own divination, can't help but look at Sarah blankly at this moment.

Sara gave her a slanted look, then raised her head and said, "Okay then. I saw the night is surging, like the tide watering, it's the time when the wind is surging, and I'm afraid there will be a disaster in the near future."

Professor Mitia clapped his hands and said: "Very good. Dare to make judgments is a necessary quality for a prophet. Although there are still many interpretations of this phenomenon, a prophet must first believe in his own predictions. If even his own predictions If you don’t believe it, it’s even more impossible for others to believe it. So, I think you need to get ready to survive the disaster.”

Sarah: "Uh..."

Mitia: "Next! Emma Metis."

Emma stood up slowly, and she didn't know how Professor Mitia could see that she had some foresight. Obviously, the feeling came very little, and even she herself didn't know whether it was vertigo or something.

But since he was named by the professor, he always had to say one, two, three.

She pondered: "Professor, I saw the shining gold star, maybe it's the display of wealth luck. Well, I mean, in fact, my wealth luck has always been good."

Professor Mitia tapped his wand and said with a smile, "That's really enviable."

Emma sat down tentatively, and was slightly relieved when she found that the professor didn't let her stand up to re-interpret.

At the moment when she hasn't learned anything, she really doesn't know how to "prophesy".

"Then the next one..."

……

The little magisters watched eagerly as the "peepers of fate" were called up, and the envy in their hearts was almost written on their faces.

But the students who were named were very troubled.

Because they did not really observe the fragments of the future like Yudora, but only saw the most superficial omen.

It is obviously difficult for someone to make a decent "prophecy" based on such a small change in night projection.

The "interpretation" spoken after being named is mostly the product of racking their brains, imitating the impression of the prophet.

But this is actually what Professor Mitia requested.

Based on limited information, specious speculation is made.

That's pretty much it.

……

"Robert Bloheim."

Professor Mitia called Robert's name.

But after Robert stood up, he looked very excited.

He kept gesticulating with his hands and said: "I saw blood! Professor. Maybe I will have a bloody disaster recently... Oh, my God! I am not one of the blood and corpses that Eudora mentioned ?”

"Relax, Bloheim." Professor Mitia blinked, "What you need is to go to bed on time, stay healthy, and stop nosebleeds."

Robert half opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Professor Mitia tapped with his wand and asked him to sit down: "Okay, next one."

……

After Robert, a student of the Fool's House was also forced to stand up and answer.

I don't know what he "saw" specifically, but after he got up, he hesitated for a long time, and finally sat back without saying anything clearly.

It seems to be the type that can't speak under the gaze of many people.

With this type, if you want to make a career as a prophet in the future, it may be very difficult.

However, I heard that there are also types who live "behind the scenes" for a long time, do not show their faces, do not contact with guests, and only let their servants pass on the prophecy to maintain a sense of mystery.

……

After Professor Mitia said a few words to help him calm down, he pointed to the eighth star that was shining tonight.

"The next one, Rose Flordy. It is the fate of us prophets to read the future from omens again and again."

Although Rose had already guessed that she would be named, she was still quite nervous.

She subconsciously looked at Diana beside her, trying to draw strength from her best friend's eyes.

Diana was always so brave, which actually made her very envious.

"come on!"

Diana clenched her fists and whispered.

Rose raised her breath slightly and looked towards the podium.

Under the gaze of all the students, a blush could not help but appear on her face.

But after speaking, his tone was quite smooth.

She said: "Professor, I see stars gradually increasing in the night. But I don't know what it means."

Professor Mitia said softly: "Don't be nervous, think about what you think carefully, and it will guide you to make a correct interpretation."

Rose hesitated slightly, and remained silent for a while.

Diana quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and whispered, "It's just making it up! Just make it up!"

Rose couldn't help lowering her head to look at her, her eyes gradually widening.

Diana winked quickly.

Then she hesitated and said: "If the stars represent wishes, maybe it means that my wishes will come true one by one?"

Professor Mitia encouraged: "Be confident. That's a pretty good prediction, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Rose nodded slightly, and then sat down under Professor Mitia's gesture.

……

"Then, let's look for the ninth star that lights up tonight..."

Professor Mitia waved his wand, drew a fluorescent line, and then pointed it across the stage.

Every student she touched showed a little excitement and nervousness, but the wand was eventually removed from them.

Finally turned for a long time.

Mitia suddenly twitched her brows and noticed a strange fluctuation.

Then she turned her gaze abruptly, from the direction of Werther Gundam to the direction of Dak Dimon in an instant.

The silver moon in the depths of her eyes quickly faded, avoiding the fate of being blinded by the light.

Professor Mitia has been paying close attention to this suspected "son of the stars".

If he was the ninth star tonight, it would be a matter of course.

"So, Dak Dimon, do you see anything in the moon tonight?"

……

Dak was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the night projection on the table, convinced that he didn't see anything, so he couldn't help getting up and saying, "Professor, I didn't see anything."

……

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