The Villain Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life2

To be honest, visiting a teacher you don't know well can be a little awkward.

But since accepting a task worth 3000 credits, Darke still has a certain professional ethics.

He looked at the bottle of green wine left in his hand, estimated the relationship between Simmons and Professor Sylph, and wondered if he would be cursed by the wind spirit after giving this bottle...

But after he thought about it for a while, the door of Professor Sylph's dormitory opened automatically.

A slightly lazy voice came from it: "Standing outside and not knocking on the door? Did you do something bad and want to turn yourself in but dare not? Dimon."

Uh……

Is Professor Sylph the kind of person who can say such things?

Dak suddenly felt that after this semester, he didn't even have the slightest real understanding of this professor.

Is it because she always hides herself with a serious attitude?

"professor."

Dak didn't think too much, and closed the door after entering.

"Merry Christmas."

……

"Merry Christmas. Well, it's been a long time since a student came to give Christmas presents."

Professor Sylve glanced at the bag in Dak's hand, feeling a little relieved.

Dak raised the magic ring on his finger and turned it around: "They don't know what a blessing can get in exchange."

Professor Sylph chuckled: "Then besides this old ring, what else did you get? Lily's alcohol?"

Duck could clearly feel that Professor Sylph was a completely different person during the vacation, and he said helplessly; "It's too bad."

Professor Sylph picked her finger and said, "Take out my share and see, I will try my best to give you an equivalent return."

Taking advantage of the situation, Dake took out the "Qingzi Wine" from the gift bag.

The cyan liquor swayed slightly, reflecting shimmer in the sunlight.

Professor Sylph's expression was stagnant, and when he came back to his senses, he had already straightened his face again.

"Where did you get this wine from?" Duck knew she would ask this question.

According to the previous plan, Simmons only hoped that Professor Sylph could drink the green wine brewed by himself, and he would be satisfied.

So let him make up a small tavern here, anyway, Qingzi wine is cheap wine that can be bought anywhere.

But Dak didn't want to do that.

Because this is not within the scope of the task.

He solemnly said: "Uncle Simmons from Traveler Street begged me to send it."

Sylph frowned sharply: "Is he still staying in that stinky corner?"

Dake thought about it, and said, "He said he would always be there."

Sylph's eyes twitched, she turned her face away, and turned to look out the window.

From Duck's perspective, he could no longer see her eyes.

She snapped, "Take the wine back and tell him to get out!"

Dake shook his head and said, "That's not acceptable. I took his reward and I can't refund it."

Professor Sylph: "What kind of reward, I'll make it up for you!"

Dak: "Morning dew, eight wildernesses."

Professor Sylph turned around instantly, and said in astonishment: "He actually gave you both bottles of wine?"

Dak glanced at her in surprise and saw that the corners of her eyes were red, so he knew it.

Dake: "The morning dew caresses the wounded, the eight wastes bestow on the heroes, and Qingzi connects with the closest relatives."

Sylve thought about it: "You gave Lily and Claire respectively?"

Duck: "Professor can."

Speaking of this, Professor Sylph's tone suddenly softened: "You keep the wine, this is for you as a Christmas present."

As she spoke, she flicked her fingers, and a gust of wind flew to Dak's palm with a swirl.

Dak's five fingers were together, and the breeze with green light came out through his fingers.

Professor Sylph explained: "That is the blessing of the Wind Spirit, which can help you resist a disaster."

Just as he was speaking, a ray of cool breeze penetrated into Dak's brow, leaving only a little coolness.

Dak suddenly found that he became much clearer and clearer.

No wonder he just stood outside the door, and Professor Sylve knew it was him.

This breeze is priceless!

……

"Spirit of the Wind, should it belong to the flying system? If I refine it, what can I produce?"

After leaving the teachers' dormitory, Duck couldn't help but think like this.

But as soon as this idea came up, he suddenly heard a wind coming from above, which made him subconsciously take a few steps forward.

Then there was a "pop"!

Parabolic!

The shadow upstairs flashed away.

The dross of the bottle at the feet dances with the liquor.

Dake's whole body is not well, it turned out to be Qingzijiu!

Professor Sylph, first gave him a blessing of wind, and then smashed the green wine from above?

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the priceless wind blessing would have been wasted in vain?

"What kind of enmity, what resentment, caused this father-daughter tragedy?"

Dake had lingering fears and decided not to join the team for the time being.

Anyway, the lifespan of elves is long enough, let the father and daughter grind it out slowly!

slip away.

……

After noon.

Duck appeared in the tavern at the corner of Traveler Street.

Simmons seems to have been waiting for his good news.

But he can only bring one bad news.

"You mean, she smashed the green wine?"

Duck originally thought that Simmons would be furious, but he didn't expect that he was not only angry, but also dancing with joy.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After saying three "good" words, Simmons wanted to close the door and drink.

Dak couldn't help asking: "So what's wrong?"

Simmons laughed and said, "Anywhere! You know what? In all these years, this is the first time she's had such a big reaction to something I've given you. Well done, well done!"

Duck: "Did you smash it?"

Simmons; "Yeah, blah blah, blah blah!"

Duck: "Cack, croak."

Simmons: "Cack, croak."

Duck: "..."

Crazy, this man is crazy!

Chapter 199 Dak Dimon's Bible

In any case, at least Simmons himself seems quite happy.

Perhaps this is already the best Christmas present for him.

……

Duck quietly exited the tavern. The Traveler's Street at Christmas was unprecedentedly grand, and it was crowded with people from noon onwards.

Walking in a slightly secluded path, the endless laughter is still around my ears.

But at this moment, his mind gradually calmed down.

Although the war is over, the residual sorrow has not stopped.

Today's peace and laughter are the result of the sacrifices of the older generation.

Both Professor Lily and Professor Sylve left irreparable regrets because of this.

……

The weather for Christmas was surprisingly good.

When Dake returned to the dormitory, he was stopped in the common room.

"Dak Dimon, someone gave you a gift."

A second-grade girl named Ma Li was reading a book on the sofa with her long legs crossed. After calling him to stop, she pointed to the two gifts on the table.

Dak walked over in surprise, and said politely, "Thank you, sister."

Ma Li made a ?? gesture, and then continued to read her book.