The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life-Chapter 190: Youth is the battlefield, dance is the war 2 in 1

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After a peaceful and quiet night, Saint Marian ushered in the last day of the first semester.

The weather was fine on Friday, with a hint of warmth in the sunlight.

Professor Jones did not teach difficult theoretical knowledge in dueling class anymore.

She waited for the students to gather in dueling hall , and selected a student from each house to be the leader. Then she arranged the students in four rows, which followed the leader to trot out of the dueling hall.

In the last class, Professor Jones planned to take them for a run outside the castle.

She wanted these first-year students who had locked themselves in the castle all day to breathe the air outside the castle, and understand how big the castle was.

Dark glanced at Emma, Sara, and a certain someone on his right.

Neither Emma nor Sara looked great.

It was difficult for them to even keep up with the team when running the lap. Now they were selected as the leaders. Wasn't this equivalent to a public execution?

Dark and the Fool House leader on the far right gestured to each other and both slowed down.

The four teams started to move forward at a relatively slow pace.

But Professor Jones didn't rush them.

The area outside the castle was surprisingly vast, with various small buildings scattered throughout.

There were first-year students who liked to look out of the castle, but very few actually went out to explore.

More students would choose to head straight to Traveller Street if they had that time.

"Here we are."

After a while, Professor Jones stopped.

The students followed her gaze and looked in the same direction.

Then a two-story building in the style of a Roman palace came into view.

"What is that?" Someone asked in surprise.

Then a student who already knew it answered: "That's the entrance to the dungeon."

The dungeon that existed in Saint Marian was a multi-layered structure like a large labyrinth.

The dungeon would spawn monsters every other week, and was only open to some students from noon on Friday to midnight on Sunday.

Most of Saint Marian's core materials came from this place. That was why Saint Marian could be self-sufficient.

Study, adventure, duel, these were the three essential elements in the daily life of senior students.

As first-year students, they only had one option - "study".

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"Next semester, your magic beast teacher may take you into the dungeon for a tour."

Professor Jones stopped here for about ten minutes before moving again.

"Let's go. Let's continue!"

The students whined and continued their run around the castle.

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The last class of the first semester of the first year came to an end with the endless running laps around the castle.

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Thanks to morning exercises, Dark finally managed to save his face as a nobleman with his improved physical fitness. In the end, glancing at most of the students who were panting with their hands on their knees, he further strengthened his determination to persist in morning exercises.

Professor Jones announced the dismissal after explaining some safety matters during the holiday before the class ended.

At that moment, even though they were exhausted, the students cheered instantly!

For students who had no idea how long the winter holiday was, the nine-day vacation was almost surreal.

What's more, there was also a "Christmas Ball" in it!

Even though the Christmas ball didn't have a hunting event like a "masquerade ball", there was a lot to look forward to.

For them, who had already had a hunting experience, the Christmas activities centered around the "ball" element were also more attractive.

It was December 22, and there were still two days left before the Christmas ball on the evening of the 24th.

The priority was the dance partner.

The secondary focus was Christmas gifts.

How embarrassing would it be if they didn't have a dance partner at the ball, or received nothing but socks? The eyes of the little magisters gradually became sharper at the thought of this!

What's coming is a war!

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"Huh? What's this feeling?"

Dark touched his cheek, feeling a tingle.

Who was looking at him with a blade-like gaze?

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Unlike other students, Dark went straight back to the dormitory and continued to study the [Fusion] Magic Charm after the class.

Thanks to the decisive breakthrough last night, the research that followed was a little smoother.

At about twelve o'clock, he stopped to eat some takeout brought by DemiDevimon, and went out immediately, arriving at the Dragon Training Platform before Professor Claire left.

The Dragon Training Platform was located near the classroom dormitory. Despite the name, it was actually a place similar to a "tarmac".

Most of the professors would ride flying pets when entering and leaving the academy.

Most of the professors' riding pets were their own magical spirits, and few were like Claire, who had tamed a real magic beast!

Claire's Wyvern, a sub-dragon-type with thin dragon blood, was originally the mount of a small leader of the demon king army, but later became her trophy.

Claire was saying goodbye to several familiar professors when Dark arrived at the Dragon Training Platform.

So he did not approach, but stood a little further away and watched.

After parting here, it would probably be summer vacation the next they met.

Dark was slightly sentimental.

"Hey, Dark!"

Dark recovered sharply, only to see Claire waving hard at him.

He quickly smiled, raised his arms, and waved hard too.

"Aunt Claire, bye!"

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After Claire put on her goggles and got on the Wyvern, the Wyvern lifted up slowly, kicking up a strong gust of wind.

Professor Silver, who came to see her off, drew a circle with the key card in her hand, then a round door appeared in the sky.

Claire turned her head abruptly as she passed through the door, her light brown hair blowing in the wind, covering half of her cheek.

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Dark kept watching until Claire's back disappeared completely, then took a small step back and turned to walk away.

Since they would meet again, there was no need to be too sad.

Alvette was alone at home, and she needed company.

With Claire, the Duchess' residence would be a little warmer.

In addition, Dark wouldn't have to worry about seeing bad news for his mother popping up every time he flipped through the Daily Sage.

He quickly returned to the dormitory and continued to devote himself to the perfection of the [Fusion] Magic Charm.

After another two hours, Dark finally made the prototype of a [Fusion] Magic Charm.

"Whew~"

He refreshed himself with a glass of apple juice, then quickly packed up and headed to the library.

Pandora-senpai also had her own affair that kept her busy. This afternoon was the last chance before the Christmas ball.

When he arrived at the library, Pandora said a few words to Ms. Bella beside her, then walked out of the counter under Ms. Bella's warm eyes and went to the laboratory with Dark.

The corridors of the castle were still quiet.

Dark asked curiously, "Senpai, do you still have work?"

Pandora shook her head: "I have a holiday too, okay? It's just to accompany Ms. Bella, and also waiting for you by the way."

Dark scratched his head, thinking that preparing a Christmas present for Ms. Bella would probably make Pandora-senpai even happier?

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There wasn't much time this time.

After the two entered the laboratory, they started immediately.

Under the guidance of Pandora-senpai, Dark first tested the [Fusion] Magic Charm. After feeling that all the indicators were reached, he began the refining experiment.

The first half of the process of refining [Fusion] was actually similar to [Curse Cage]. Both processes were required to make a magical spirit card base.

The essence of [Fusion] was to use two or more magical spirits as the core material, so as to refine a brand new magical spirit on the spot!

It could be said to be a kind of "on-site refining".

Therefore, using the [Fusion] card required a huge amount of magic energy!

Because of this, very few people used the [Fusion] series of cards.

The ordinary magister would at most use [Fusion] as an auxiliary means, not a core means.

The whole experiment started from 3:00 in the afternoon until 4:30.

The experimental results were not unexpected and ended in failure.

But Dark wasn't discouraged because he was already mentally prepared.

The summary and experience after the failure of the experiment was the focus of this afternoon.

These things couldn't be done by Dark alone.

But with the careful guidance of Pandora-senpai, everything went smoothly.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Dark didn't fully understand it, he had already made notes on all the main points, and then he had to continue reading the book by himself.

He gradually relaxed and began to clean up the mess after the experiment.

After cleaning up, the two left the laboratory together.

Dark originally wanted to invite Pandora to a restaurant in Traveller Street for dinner, but she expressed regret that she still had work to do at night.

So the two went to the cafeteria, and with the halfling chefs smiling meaningfully, they ordered some dishes and sat in the corner of the cafeteria.

Then Dark discovered that senpai liked to eat meat. She preferred sweet food with a slight salty taste.

"If it's sweet and sour pork ribs, vinegary carp, and fish-flavored shredded pork, she should like it, right?"

This thought crossed Dark's mind.

In fact, that was the flavor he liked, and he would make some of those dishes from time to time.

However, using food as Christmas gifts was somewhat inappropriate.

The other party was not a foodie like Dianna.

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Table manners in this world actually didn't advocate talking while eating.

But as long as it was not a formal occasion, no one would pay much attention to it.

The two chatted quietly while eating.

Pandora was very interested in Dark's restrained actions from time to time, so she asked about the funny things in Dark's childhood.

But there was nothing interesting in Dark's childhood in this life.

He lowered his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

Pandora's interest grew stronger.

Dark really didn't want to talk about the experience of his previous life in this life, so he tried to change the subject: "Don't just talk about me, senpai, what about yourself?"

Pandora smiled mysteriously: "Have you heard of Dance with Wolves?"

Naturally, Dark had heard of it, so he nodded honestly.

Seeing this, Pandora began to talk about her childhood experiences.

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Mhm.

It was a story about dancing with wolves.

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After Pandora finished, Dark couldn't help gasping with a look of astonishment.

Pandora covered her mouth and smiled like a lady.

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Pandora ate a bit more than Dark.

But all the nutrients went where they were supposed to go.

Dark felt that she and Dianna should have a lot in common.

Although this dinner was not as lively as Wednesday night, as long as both parties were happy, it was the best dinner.

Pandora wiped the greasy corners of her mouth with a napkin and said in a low voice, "Don't forget our agreement."

Dark nodded slightly and couldn't help but say, "See you at the ball next?"

Pandora responded: "Yes. In the next few days, I have to prepare for the trip."

Dark: "Where are you going?"

Pandora smiled mysteriously: "I'll tell you when I get back."

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Dark was twelve years old and 1.59 meters tall.

Pandora was fifteen years old and 1.68 meters tall.

The two were three years different and nine centimeters apart in height.

As soon as Dark started to develop, he felt that catching up would not be a problem.

Although Pandora was already tall among girls, she was actually still in the stage of development.

So who would win was not yet known.

They walked side by side, talked about everyday topics, and parted at the crossroads.

All with a smile.

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But it didn't take long for Dark to stop smiling.

He found that he still hadn't decided what Christmas present to give to Pandora-senpai.

Instead, he was looking forward to what Christmas present Pandora-senpai would give him.

Shaking his head, Dark pushed open the tower door of the Noble House.

A gust of heat came suddenly.

After he entered, the door closed quickly.

He saw that the common room was full of people.

Apart from some students who had chosen to go home, all six years students of Noble House either went to Traveller Street or stayed in the common room on the first night of the long holiday.

And there was a clear line between men and women.

With the fireplace as the dividing line, the area near the gate was for boys, and the other side was for girls.

The two sides held their positions and stared at each other.

As soon as Dark entered the door, he saw a male senior student grabbing a letter and trying to break through the girls' position, but under the laughter of the girls, he fled back in embarrassment.

And it didn't take long until a girl mustered up the courage to go to the boys' position, but she was welcomed by the boys collectively.

The disparity in treatment between men and women was so huge it would bring tears to people's eyes.

However, the male senior student who received the invitation from the girl politely declined.

Then the girl grabbed the invitation letter, covered her eyes and ran back in tears.

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"What's going on here?"

Dark looked at it for a while, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He glanced around slightly, and found that Doron and the others in the first year were shivering in the corner of the wall.

Obviously, like him, this was also the first time for them to experience this kind of battle.

To think that Saint Marian actually had this custom before the Christmas ball.

Dark's brows twitched slightly, and he suddenly noticed that in the inner position of the girls' group, Dianna and Rose were winking at him and sticking out their tongues playfully.

It seemed like they were protected by the female seniors, and if a boy wanted to invite the girls in the lower year to a dance party, he must first go through their scrutiny!

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