God forbids me to fall in love

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it hit the table by the window, making the words on the pages of the book dazzling.

Moen propped his forehead to block the light with one hand, and carefully read the paragraphs in the history book, his face a little dignified.

"...Why is it called Scarlet Devil? Moen, tell me."

The professor's voice stopped lecturing, and he stared at Moen's position coldly, asking him to answer questions.

It's a pity that the protagonist who was named seems to be addicted to the ocean of history books, and he didn't hear it at all.

"Hey, the professor is calling you!"

Neil at the same table poked Moen's elbow, winked and whispered, "Why is it called the Scarlet Devil?"

Moen came back to his senses, stood up in embarrassment and replied, "Ah? Ah... Maybe it's because the devil has scarlet eyes."

In fact, he wasn't sure either, he just randomly summed up this point based on the characteristics of the demons he had seen before.

The whole class was silent, and the professor in front of the stage folded his arms and tapped the table with a teaching stick. It took a while for the atmosphere to be cold before responding and let Moen sit down.

"This is one aspect of it. In addition to the scarlet eyes, there are also hidden red spots on the skin, which is a significant difference between demons and normal people. Occasionally, some cunning demons will try to hide in the crowd, but the characteristic is that they will not It’s a lie. Of course, in recent years, it has been discovered that demons have a tendency to evolve.”

After he introduced this knowledge point, he looked around at the children in the class seriously, and said earnestly with a straight face: "I know you little heroes, and even have actual combat experience, these questions will not trouble you. But you must know, Theory is also an important part, and it is a way for you to understand the devil more safely. These are the experiences accumulated by the predecessors through their struggles, and there is nothing wrong with listening to them!

I don't want to see the ethos of only paying attention to actual combat. I hope that you will still have a good learning attitude in the future!I know that the fighting class this morning is very tiring, but the theory class is not a moment for you to relax, and you should not ignore it.

Maybe a certain knowledge point will become the key to your survival on the battlefield later, don't you understand! "

The professor spoke loudly, and Moen blushed when he heard it.

These lectures were all aimed at him, and he was all to blame for being distracted in class.

Moen lowered his head in shame. He didn't mean to belittle the theory class, but he was really absent-minded, and he had to apologize to the professor after class.

But because he lowered his head, he saw the "culprit" that distracted him again - the history textbook.

The pages it is turning are introducing the prophetic spiritual leaders in the dark history.

One of the writers was named Anna, who wrote many articles exposing the extremes of the society and the ignorance of the people ruled by the Holy See of the God of Truth a hundred years ago. Her books also introduced the customs and gods in the earlier age of the gods. .

These works were banned books in her era, and most of them were burned by the lackeys of the Holy See, but some were preserved by the people and passed down, becoming precious historical materials for researching the past in the current era.

Moen naturally has great respect for great people, but this does not prevent him from feeling that this introduction about Anna is a bit harsh.

The specific eye-catching point is that the word "she" refers to Anna throughout the text.

Without clear photo or written evidence, why is it certain that this great writer is a woman?

In fact, Moen also knew that he was on the edge of a dead end, after all, Anna was a girl's name.

But he also couldn't control the enigmatic inquiry in his heart.

Maybe Anna is a gentleman who has unique ideas and doesn't want to be seen through?

But right now is not the time for him to get to the bottom of it. Moen closed the book and listened obediently to the professor's next point of knowledge.

"Does anyone want to take the initiative to talk about the most basic knowledge about the origin of demons?" The professor's sharp eyes swept over everyone's faces.

The whole class was silent, and Moen chose to stand up in order to "make amends". He stood up and replied loudly: "The judgment of God came down a hundred years ago, and all those with evil intentions in the black rain were judged and changed after being judged. They are inhumane." , was assimilated by monsters, and thus appeared demons. Demons have not lost their ability to reproduce, so the number has increased dramatically."

"It's a bit omitted, and the accuracy needs to be improved." The professor nodded reservedly, which actually meant approval, but he never praised others.

"The next question must be clear to all of you, so let's answer it together. What is the weakness of the devil?"

"Afraid of water!"

When a single person asks a question, everyone who is silent waits until they answer in unison, and then they are willing to speak. This is a common problem among students since ancient times.

The professor gave a "hmm" and did not forget to add: "Be careful, it is water-hating. Weakness is not a lethal technique. There have been many wrong examples in the past. Students who confused this point rushed to attack the devil with water, but in the end Die at the mouth of the devil, you must take it as a warning."

"This is the end of today's new class, and let's arrange the homework for this week." The professor paused as he tidied up the paper in his hand, "Next week will be the practice month again, I hope everyone can come back safely... Pay all."

Everyone can hear the concern behind the hard words of this cold-faced and warm-hearted professor.

There will be a practice month in a semester, and different classes will alternately carry out group tasks. The arrival of this period means that they will start to confront the devil again.

Moen has experienced it twice since he entered school, and the injuries are minor things. It is also common for friends who studied together yesterday to die in the battle with the devil the next day.

Every selected soldier has the calmness to face death and the courage to face danger from an early age.But although they are not afraid of danger to their lives, they still cannot bear to endure too much separation.

At this time, the atmosphere in the class will become much heavier.

As the get out of class bell rang, the professor handed the papers to the students in the first row, and then left the classroom with the books between them.

After Neil and the others left at the same table, he looked at Moen worriedly and asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's okay, I'm just distracted."

Moen paused for a second with the hand that picked up the history book, and then continued to pack his things.

"It's unbelievable that your mind is distracted. In the past, you took the theory class so seriously." Neil took the passed paper in his hand, glanced at it and put it back in his schoolbag, "Let's go, go eat something , I miss Auntie Dani's handmade muffins so much, I don't know if I can eat them after the practice month."

The two walked towards the dormitory together, and the air corridor they passed along the way was filled with sculptures of various celebrities.

They all had to stop and bow when they passed the first female sculpture.

It was a sculpture of a blind elderly woman with a short stature and eyes closed.

She is the first principal of this demon school, Ms. Daisu.

This is a legendary woman who obviously received the traditional education of the Holy See, but eventually became a sober and independent wise man.

It is said that she once experienced the judgment of the gods, and her eye disease was also burned at that time.

Moen and Neal bowed respectfully in front of her, and then continued to walk towards the dormitory.

They put down their books and rushed out to look for food against the setting sun.

The students who are still wandering outside must be about to start the practice monthly task, because the evening is the exclusive exercise time for running laps around the campus.

"After dinner, do you want to go out and buy something?" Neil quietly leaned into Moen's ear, and said mysteriously, "It is said that there is a new ironware shop, which is the same one that Mr. McGinn used back then. Saber."

Everyone knows Lord McGinn. He was one of the first batch of brave fighters against the devils. It is said that he had already killed the enemy when he was only 12 years old.

He has killed many demons in his life, and finally died honorably on the battlefield. He has been the honorary warrior who has contributed the most among the human community to this day, and he is also the object of worship of the students of the demon school.

"Go and see."

Even Moen couldn't resist the temptation.

The iron shop outside the school is the most powerful ordnance base in the entire empire. If other shops released such arrogant propaganda, people would definitely sneer at it.

But maybe this shop really has that kind of craftsmanship, but the price is a bit more expensive.

The salaries of the reserve soldiers are very high, and Moen has a lot of spare money in his hands. The previous long sword weapon was also custom-made there, but it is a pity that a few missing corners were added in the last month of practice, and now it is just a replacement. .

When they entered the shop, all the guys in the shop had gone home, only the boss was still dozing off on the table.

He opened his eyelids when he heard the sound, lazily greeted him, and fell back again.

"Boss, we want to see Lord McGinn's saber of the same style!" Neil rubbed his hands excitedly.

The boss saw that he had been asked this way many times, and he looked a little annoyed.

"Boys, that's not something you can use, don't ask."

Neil's expression froze: "No, it's just the same saber, and it's not the real one. As for..."

While Neal was arguing with the boss, Moen had already skillfully looked around at the iron tools.

He was seeing a rusty scabbard hanging on the west wall, when the boss retorted: "Who says it's not genuine! It's a saber used by Mr. McKim himself."

"Wow, who would believe it, this kind of treasure has long been collected by the people above." Neil was speechless, "If you want to attract customers, don't use such a fake gimmick."

During the verbal battle between the two, the boss's anger was also raised, and there was no sleepiness on his face at this moment.

While saying "you wait", he stood up excitedly from the chair, he moved the bench and stepped on it, and took off the scabbard that Moen was looking at just now, his movements were very careful .

"You don't believe the Excalibur I got back through my relationship. Let me tell you, the sword has a sword spirit. Only the next true warrior like Lord McKim can pull out this sword. You guys Brat, stand back for me."

"If you have the ability, let me try!"

"Just try it!"

The boss is also very hot-tempered, and Neil can't beat him anytime soon.

This scene was ridiculous. Moen was watching quietly from the side, but saw Neil pulling out the sword with all his might, gnashing his teeth and shouting, even with blue veins popping out of his neck, the sword really didn't move at all.

"Hmph." The boss raised his chin and snorted arrogantly.

"...Moen, try it, I won't believe it."

Neil let go of his hand with difficulty, showing a bit of embarrassment.

He raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and handed over the long sword.

The boss didn't intend to stop them either, as if he wanted to see them being completely hit.

Moen continued cooperatively, and was very satisfied with the heaviness. He actually liked this sword quite a bit, and was very moved when it was still hanging on the wall.

"Hmph, you don't have to struggle, I told you, only the next warrior can pull it out..."

The boss's mocking voice stopped abruptly, and he stood there with his eyes wide open, without speaking for a long time.

Neil's figure was also stiff, and he looked at Moen in disbelief, his mouth wide enough to swallow an egg directly.

——and Moen looked down at the separated scabbard and sword body in his hand, and was dazzled by the flash of weather-beaten refined iron.

He blinked in embarrassment, looking at the two stunned people in front of him, a little at a loss, and inserted the sword back again.

Would anyone believe him if he said he didn't use any force at all?

At least the boss doesn't believe it.

It took him a long time to react before walking over tremblingly. When Moen thought that the other party would claim money from him for destroying the props, he grabbed his hand, his lips were still trembling, and he kept shaking The head murmured: "You, you are the next brave man to save mankind! Brave man!"

Moen: "...!"

A big hat came over.

He was genuinely terrified.

The author has something to say: The story of the devil's contract has nothing to do with a specific previous life. If you are interested, I will write it as a side story after the main text is finished~