The Villain Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life2

Facing the question from the leader, Squid was ashamed to answer.

Mr. Hai Xing frowned and said, "I remember I told you to observe first and don't do anything."

The squid finally broke down and said, "I really didn't do it first!"

Mr. Hai Xing asked suspiciously: "Could it be that the son of the Valkyrie did it first? He is the treasure in the eyes of the professors, the future star of St. Marianne, will he hit people first?"

"It's not them!" the squid cried, "It's the son of the brave and his followers! I just moved my mouth, and they moved their hands first!"

"Hiss, why are you talking about the son of the brave again?" Mr. Hai Xing felt a little pain in his head.

Squid immediately blamed him: "I was being followed. The person we got rid of that night was the follower of the Son of the Brave, named Robert Broheim. They found me!"

Mr. Starfish: "How did they find you?"

Squid: "I don't know, I really don't know! It's not my fault!"

Mr. Haixing's headache became more and more serious: "Then how did you escape?"

Squid: "The son of the brave let me go."

Mr. Haixing: "Son of the Brave, let you go?"

All the seafood looked at each other in blank dismay, puzzled.

One of them, the eel-headed one, the only female in the order—Ms. Moray eel wondered: "So is Dak Dimon the person we are looking for?"

Squid shook his head: "Although I was beaten up, he probably wasn't the one who destroyed the goddess statue. Maybe the reason for collecting flower cards is just for liking."

Miss Moray: "Who would that be? It can't be the son of the brave, right? By the way, what's his name?"

Blowfish: "It seems to be called White Gold?"

Starfish: "It's Werther Gold."

Pufferfish: "!"

Mr. Hai Xing sighed: "We can't make extra troubles anymore, we don't have much time. We must restore the statue before the Holy Night comes, and offer a living sacrifice on the feast day of All Saints, the resurrected goddess!"

……

Taking off the holster, turning back into Scott's squid, he cautiously entered the common room of the Noble House.

But the person he wanted to avoid was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the lounge, with those two shameless girls beside him!

Scott turned sideways, trying to avoid being seen as much as possible.

But when Dak raised his head inadvertently, it collided with his line of sight for confirmation.

Scott tensed up suddenly.

It wasn't until Dak continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that during the day, Dak Dimon did take a step first, so he didn't see my true face under the holster."

Scott walked quickly up the stairs.

The narrow space in the stairs made him much more comfortable. He touched the bruise on his face lightly, and a sharp pain came from his heart, which made him hate Robert and Werther even more!

"The leader said that before the holy night comes, there should be no extra troubles, but on the holy night..."

Chapter 89 Dak Dimon's Masquerade Party Invitation

common room.

Dak put down the newspaper, looked at the information about Scott recorded in the notebook, and had a preliminary understanding of the second-year senior.

Scott was actually a celebrity in his second grade.

Although in the opposite sense.

When they heard that there was a change in his family, most of the classmates were actually afraid of irritating him, so they never mentioned it.

The result was still misunderstood.

The students were actually quite helpless, but it was only the second month of enrollment at that time, and the relationship between everyone was not that good, so I let him go.

In short, everyone has their own way of life.

……

On Sunday, Dak fermented the remaining three white dried fruits and blue fruits into juice, and then mixed them to make "energy potions".

In this way, he has 5 "energy potions"!

Although more than 3 cards of the same type cannot be used in an official duel match, there is no such restriction outside of the match.

Dak is already getting ready for the masquerade.

……

People who are also preparing for the masquerade, of course, are not just Dak.

Whether it's for credits, for the title of grade champion, or to attract the attention of the princesses.

In short, the first-year students became more serious than ever.

People who never went to the library before now often go there.

The reading room, where there are always vacancies, is packed to the brim.

It doesn't matter whether it's a temporary crutch, or a new life.

In short, the masquerade effect seems to have come out.

Students of this age need encouragement.

……

In the first class on Monday, Professor Sylph mentioned the rules of the masquerade party, and the specifics have been logged into the branch card, which can be viewed at any time.

Professor Kazel became more and more busy making ghosts, and even Professor Lily was pulled to help.

And the arithmetic homework of the first-year students naturally fell into Darke's hands.

Hallow's Eve is still more than a week away, but it feels like tomorrow.

The students talked about Halloween every day, whether it was makeup, ghosts, credits, or princesses, they never tired of talking.

And on Wednesday, I don't know who mentioned it first.

The topic of "dancing partner" broke out among the group of first-year students!

A topic that was originally only popular among senior students.

After three or four days, it finally sank down to the first graders.

This seems to be an opportunity for the little magisters to awaken the consciousness of the opposite sex.

And this time, nearly two months after the start of school, also happens to be the time when the little magisters have a moderate understanding of each other.

What is "moderate"?

It is superficial understanding without in-depth understanding.

In the world of men and women, only the first impression is the most beautiful, and the hazy love is the most desirable.

Once it is too deep, it is not beautiful.

……

In short, sending prom invitations to the opposite sex seems to be a fad.

There are also various ways to invite.

Someone will send someone a message.

Someone will hand over a letter like a confession.

Others will craft an invitation to a prom.

As the most dazzling star of the freshman, Dak Dimon enjoyed almost all types of invitations.

For example, after Wednesday's Summoning class, someone asked Diana to send a message, but Duck only mentioned one sentence, but Duck refused without even knowing the person's name.

Diana happily passed the word back.

And when he went out on Thursday morning, he found that there were three letters stuffed in the crack of the door!

You know, it was 15:[-] in the morning.

On weekdays, no one is earlier than him!

Duck didn't ignore the three letters or throw them into the trash can.

Although it was convenient, it was disrespectful to her.

He picked up three letters, opened them in the common room, and answered them one by one.

The name was written on the letter paper, but there was no specific room number, so he was unable to return the letter for the time being.

After thinking about it, he entrusted this task to Diana.

Diana delivered the reply in twos and threes, and even hummed a ditty when she came back.

After the second class on Thursday morning.

Duck was called to the corner of the castle again. A female student who couldn't remember which college she held back her shyness and handed him an unusually delicate handmade invitation letter.

In desperation, he had no choice but to tell the other party that he already had a partner.

So Thursday afternoon.

The news that Dak Dimon already had a dance partner spread like wind throughout the first grade.

Diana stood by his side like a hen guarding her calf. When people mentioned the "dance partner", she couldn't help but raise her head high.

So the news that Duck's partner was Diana caught up with the previous news like he had grown legs.

Afterwards, the number of invitations became less visible to the naked eye!