The Villain Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life2

Emma stood up slowly, and she didn't know how Professor Mitia could see that she had some foresight. Obviously, the feeling came very little, and even she herself didn't know whether it was vertigo or something.

But since he was named by the professor, he always had to say one, two, three.

She pondered: "Professor, I saw the shining gold star, maybe it's the display of wealth luck. Well, I mean, in fact, my wealth luck has always been good."

Professor Mitia tapped his wand and said with a smile, "That's really enviable."

Emma sat down tentatively, and was slightly relieved when she found that the professor didn't let her stand up to re-interpret.

At the moment when she hasn't learned anything, she really doesn't know how to "prophesy".

"Then the next one..."

……

The little magisters watched eagerly as the "peepers of fate" were called up, and the envy in their hearts was almost written on their faces.

But the students who were named were very troubled.

Because they did not really observe the fragments of the future like Yudora, but only saw the most superficial omen.

It is obviously difficult for someone to make a decent "prophecy" based on such a small change in night projection.

The "interpretation" spoken after being named is mostly the product of racking their brains, imitating the impression of the prophet.

But this is actually what Professor Mitia requested.

Based on limited information, specious speculation is made.

That's pretty much it.

……

"Robert Bloheim."

Professor Mitia called Robert's name.

But after Robert stood up, he looked very excited.

He kept gesticulating with his hands and said: "I saw blood! Professor. Maybe I will have a bloody disaster recently... Oh, my God! I am not one of the blood and corpses that Eudora mentioned ?”

"Relax, Bloheim." Professor Mitia blinked, "What you need is to go to bed on time, stay healthy, and stop nosebleeds."

Robert half opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Professor Mitia tapped with his wand and asked him to sit down: "Okay, next one."

……

After Robert, a student of the Fool's House was also forced to stand up and answer.

I don't know what he "saw" specifically, but after he got up, he hesitated for a long time, and finally sat back without saying anything clearly.

It seems to be the type that can't speak under the gaze of many people.

With this type, if you want to make a career as a prophet in the future, it may be very difficult.

However, I heard that there are also types who live "behind the scenes" for a long time, do not show their faces, do not contact with guests, and only let their servants pass on the prophecy to maintain a sense of mystery.

……

After Professor Mitia said a few words to help him calm down, he pointed to the eighth star that was shining tonight.

"The next one, Rose Flordy. It is the fate of us prophets to read the future from omens again and again."

Although Rose had already guessed that she would be named, she was still quite nervous.

She subconsciously looked at Diana beside her, trying to draw strength from her best friend's eyes.

Diana was always so brave, which actually made her very envious.

"Come on!" Diana clenched her fists and whispered.

Rose raised her breath slightly and looked towards the podium.

Under the gaze of all the students, a blush could not help but appear on her face.

But after speaking, his tone was quite smooth.

She said: "Professor, I see stars gradually increasing in the night. But I don't know what it means."

Professor Mitia said softly: "Don't be nervous, think about what you think carefully, and it will guide you to make a correct interpretation."

Rose hesitated slightly, and remained silent for a while.

Diana quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and whispered, "It's just making it up! Just make it up!"

Rose couldn't help lowering her head to look at her, her eyes gradually widening.

Diana winked quickly.

Then she hesitated and said: "If the stars represent wishes, maybe it means that my wishes will come true one by one?"

Professor Mitia encouraged: "Be confident. That's a pretty good prediction, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Rose nodded slightly, and then sat down under Professor Mitia's gesture.

……

"Then, let's look for the ninth star that lights up tonight..."

Professor Mitia waved his wand, drew a fluorescent line, and then pointed it across the stage.

Every student she touched showed a little excitement and nervousness, but the wand was eventually removed from them.

Finally turned for a long time.

Mitia suddenly twitched her brows and noticed a strange fluctuation.

Then she turned her gaze abruptly, from the direction of Werther Gundam to the direction of Dak Dimon in an instant.

The silver moon in the depths of her eyes quickly faded, avoiding the fate of being blinded by the light.

Professor Mitia has been paying close attention to this suspected "son of the stars".

If he was the ninth star tonight, it would be a matter of course.

"So, Dak Dimon, do you see anything in the moon tonight?"

Chapter 285 Death Star and Apocalypse (4k)

A magic elf with divination talent!

……

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Mitia would really not have believed such an outrageous thing.

But at this moment, the facts were right in front of her eyes, so she couldn't help but not believe it.

"Let me be healthy!"

Media bent down, her heavy heart could not help but hang high, and the gullies in her thinking were white and deep.

Dak hurriedly avoided his sight and spread [Magical Beast: Eevee] flat on his palm.

The little Ibrahimovic in the magic card tilted his head slightly, looking at the old aunt approaching with curiosity.

Mitia suddenly felt a trace of disrespect, and couldn't help frowning.

But after observing it carefully for a while, she couldn't see anything except that the IQ of this magic elf was obviously higher than 3.0.

"Can it be summoned?" Mitia hesitated.

Duck nodded: "Of course."

Then he held up the magic card and chanted the summoning spell.

"Bee!"

Ibrahimovic cheered and jumped out of the magic card.

Its body grew rapidly, and it threw itself into Dak's arms like a fur ball.

Dak leaned back slightly, hugged it, then clutched its belly, and turned it towards Professor Mitia.

Although Mitia was fortunate enough to observe Dak's magic elves in the rookie competition, she was only in shock at that time, and only now did she have the opportunity to observe closely.

She squinted her eyes a little, and couldn't help but stare into Little Ibrahimovic's eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Prophets especially love to peer into hearts through their eyes.

But after a while, Mitia sighed.

Ibrahimovic's eyes are incredibly clear, like a newborn baby, only curious about the big world and nostalgic for his mother.

It is like a real life, not a man-made object like a magic elf.

A little magister who can refine such a magic elf...

If it wasn't for Duck's strong background and being in St. Marian College, he might be swallowed by that huge greed in an instant!

Even at this moment, she couldn't hold back.

I really want to eat him up!

……

Professor Mitia stood up shaking his body, and said, "Can you know what it saw from the night projection?"

Dak blinked, looked at Little Ibrahimovic, and said, "Those who see fate, please interpret fate."

Ibrahimovic: "Beeee? Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Dak shrugged and looked at Professor Mitia: "Professor, I hope you can understand."

Professor Mitia laughed: "I heard that the bond established with the magic elf is so deep that you can have a sympathetic heart and hear the voice of the other party's heart. It seems that you still lack some firepower."

Dark: "Professor, I'm just a first-year student."

Professor Mitia sighed: "You don't look like a first-year student."

Then she said again: "Let's do this. Since your magic elf really has a talent for divination, then I allow it to sit in on the astronomy class. But can it really understand?"