The magic cards I made are no problem

The devil student gritted his teeth when he heard the question, but he didn't dare to get angry.

He thought to himself: If it weren't for you bastard, we would be able to spend time in the examination room without worrying in the corridor!

But he could only answer honestly: "...it's not the end of get out of class now, if you meet the director in the corridor, you will be killed."

Durkan: "Keep talking, like when get out of class is dismissed."

Devil student: "There will be three 10-minute breaks after each hour of class time. Only during the break time can you move freely in the corridors. There will be music reminders in the school when classes are in and class out."

Durkan nodded.

No wonder students are looking for classrooms.

Skipping class will kill you.

The school discipline is strict and the style of study is correct.

His rating for the school has gone up again.

But it seems that my wave just now made a mess of the devil candidates who would have done the exam questions.

For the demons, that examination room was a mild game instead.

Originally, I could safely finish two classes plus one break in the examination room before coming out.

As a result, the examination room was blown up by Dekan, and they were forced to participate in horror games in other classrooms.

No wonder this demon student looks so intent on killing me.

Durkan thought.

Alas, the merit is immeasurable.

The Buddha said, there is no virtue in pitting demons.

"What classroom is this in front of you?"

Durkan asked, pointing forward.

Now they were standing in a stylish corridor.

Classical oil lamps illuminate the lifelike portraits of demons on the corridor, with a touch of elegance in terror.

Gradually moving forward, you can see carpets with gorgeous patterns on the ground leading to the end.

If I'm not mistaken, it's probably an art classroom.

For games related to painting, Durkan should be better at it.

Devil student: "It's a cooking classroom."

Durkan: "???"

Does the setting near the cooking classroom have to be so stylish?

Is this the so-called upper class demon?

"Forget it, this is the room."

There are not many pathfinding demon students nearby, and it would be dangerous to continue walking.

Durkan walked straight to the classroom where the carpet ended.

The demon student wanted to turn around and run away, staying away from the two broom stars, but found that Cornelia had no intention of letting go.

It gradually changed into a grappling posture of grabbing the demon student's arm, pushing him forward.

"Student, meeting is fate, come with us."

Durkan said with a smile.

This smile made the demon student's hair stand on end.

Are you trying to use me as cannon fodder?

Volume 018 Devil Academy Strange Story: [-] Cornelia is Helpful

Durkan really needs a cannon fodder to try out the mechanics.

So Durkan and Cornelia approached the classroom at the end of the corridor with the demon student on one side.

There is quite a feeling of escorting death row prisoners to the execution ground.

They pushed open the door of this embossed work of art.

The gorgeous scene like a work of art instantly caught their eyes.

This classroom is more like a banquet hall than a cooking classroom or a kitchen. Its style is similar to that of the corridor outside, and it looks like a dinner party.

The bright lights are warm and soft, and the silver candlesticks and crystal chandeliers shine brightly under the light of the fire.

The reliefs on the walls are magnificent, and an atmospheric baroque long table is placed in the center of the room.

"Welcome to the cooking classroom. I am your teacher, Baron Bachel. I sincerely invite you to my dinner party!"

A muffled voice surrounded the classroom, and the door slammed shut.

dinner?

Did Demon Academy have classes at night?

Durkan followed the sound and looked.

In the deepest part of the classroom stood a male demon with a shadowy face, wearing a gorgeous black dress.

He gracefully bowed to the three guests, then turned his wrists so that the palms of his hands were facing up, and pointed to the carved oak dining chair beside the long table, signaling the three to take their seats.

It seems that there is no shelf of a teacher.

Although the teacher's words and demeanor were friendly, Durkan knew it was all false.

Because the murderous intent in Baron Bacher's eyes was not hidden at all.

The demon student captured by Cornelia had already begun to tremble uncontrollably, instinctively afraid of Baron Bacher.

Under Durkan's gesture, Cornelia took the demon student to the left side of the table.

Durkan then sat on the right side, directly opposite Cornelia.

Seeing that the three students had already taken their seats, Baron Bachel showed a satisfied smile.

He turned around, walked to the back of the classroom, and slowly pushed out a small silver dining cart.

There were three plates of food covered with silver plate covers on the dining car.

"Today's class is: Food Appreciation."

"I have already prepared your meal, I hope you will be satisfied."

Like a butler, Baron Bacher pushed the trolley to the edge of the long table and lifted one of the plates.

"but,"

Baron Bacher's voice changed and became a little high-pitched, like a proud and nervous artist.

"After enjoying your dinner, you need to answer me about the ingredients and seasonings used for dinner."

"This is the exam question for today's cooking class."

"A good chef can resonate with a gourmet."

"If you can get more than 80% of the answers right, it proves that you are my distinguished guests and you are also excellent students in the cooking class."

"But if the answer is a mess, I will be very sad."

"I have to give you corresponding punishment..."

Having said that, the corners of Baron Bacher's mouth could no longer restrain his smile.

The desire to kill was almost directly expressed on his expression.

"..."

Listening to him, Durkan almost wanted to give him two slaps!

Put this picture and see it poorly.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat Baron Bachel for the time being, Durkan had already called Cornelia to cut him.

"So, which of you three will start first?"

Baron Bacher glanced at the three students at the table and asked with a sinister smile on his face.

The huge classroom was silent.

After coming out of the examination room, even Cornelia understood that the games of these demons were all murderous intentions...

This is not a happy candlelight dinner, but a feast of killing on the edge of a cliff!

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Are there no active students? Then let me name them."

Baron Bacher seemed a little impatient, and said with a slight frown.

However, just as he finished speaking.

The demon student beside Cornelia slowly raised his hand.

This made Baron Bacher's expression joyful.

It's just that the demon student's eyes widened, and he looked at Cornelia beside him in disbelief.

His eyes were filled with suspicion.

Cornelia grabbed his elbow and forcibly lifted his hand up!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked at Baron Bacher.

Baron Bachel's eyes had locked on to him.

Basically a death sentence.

Afterwards, the demon student looked at Durkan who was sitting diagonally across from him with grief and indignation.

To die is to die clearly.

Although this girl is terrifying, her heart is not so bad.

It must be the wicked guy opposite who gave her instructions!

Durkan looked away, pursed his lips, and whistled.

It was indeed he who gave Cornelia a look with his eyes just now: he repeatedly aimed at the elbows of Cornelia and the devil student, and Cornelia quickly understood what Durkan meant.

It really is you bastard!

The devil student cried out in despair.

He was in pain, he was sad and angry, but he was helpless, all he had was fear.

"Then it's up to you!"

Baron Batchel was relieved that a student had finally come forward to volunteer.

He walked quickly to the side of the demon student, put the dinner plate in front of him and lifted the cover of the dinner plate for him.

A plate of stewed meat filled with the aroma of melon and lemon and a little bit of smoked roast, accompanied by a small amount of seasonal vegetables, appeared in front of the demon student.

"Come on, please eat."

Baron Bachel took two steps back, leaving a more comfortable space for the demon student.

heard.

The devil student raised his knife and fork with trembling hands, chopped the meat very thinly, then lifted the fork and slowly brought it to his mouth.

It's just that the closer he got to his mouth, the more his hands trembled, as if he couldn't align his mouth.

But Baron Bacher did not urge him in the slightest.

Baron Batchel seemed to enjoy observing the demon student very much.

In this way, the devil student kept procrastinating, and glanced at Batchel from time to time.

Until 15 minutes passed, he had already eaten most of this small plate of delicate and luxurious food.