The Villain Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life2

But after Werther separated from Robert, he drew out the flower card dotted with red lilacs.

Enter the magic power, and that person's face reappeared in the flower card.

Werther looked a little dazed, and the mutation in the library made him realize that this kind of flower card was unusual.

But he didn't know how to respond.

Should I tell the professor?

Or go and explore by yourself?

If I tell the professor, will my secret be exposed?

Thought failed.

Werther pulled out "Into the Abyss" that he carried with him.

The moon is still very round tonight, I wonder if it will have any effect?

But just as he opened the book cover, and even before he stepped out of the castle to bathe in the moonlight, that line of characters began to twist, and a pink mist rose from the pages of the book.

However, they did not converge into a shape of ?.

Instead, it floated towards the lilac flower card in his hand!

Werther was startled, and subconsciously separated the two.

But as soon as the pink mist accelerated, it instantly penetrated into the flower cards!

Then the flower card changed immediately, and the lilacs on the card bloomed one after another, releasing a strong floral fragrance.

The portrait of Pandora-senpai suddenly came alive!

The senior sister who got half of her body out from the card raised her tender and slender hands, and combed back the black hair on the vertical ear temples, revealing her snow-white and delicate neck.

Werther stared wide-eyed, looking at the Pandora-senpai who was exactly like a real person, he was stunned!

……

After a few minutes.

Werther put "Into the Abyss" back in his schoolbag, leaving only the flower card wrapped in pink mist in his hand.

He put the flower card in the palm of his hand, looked down from time to time to look at the Pandora senior sister who was transformed from the flower card, and whispered: "Is it this way?"

Pandora-senpai chuckled lightly and nodded slightly.

Her laughter was gentle and gentle, like a clear spring flowing through her heart.

Werther obsessively followed its guidance and walked forward.

Not long after, he came to the place where he walked last night, hurried past the statue of the great magister, and then turned to another fork.

Senior sister Pandora's guidance is clearer than that fog.

He entered the secret path and quickened his pace. This time he didn't go astray again, and he came to a palace after only ten minutes.

This hall is hidden in the depths of the castle, and its size is equivalent to a lecture theater. There are two stone pillars standing in the center, and the pillars are carved with the pattern of a goddess dancing.

At the very front, a tall altar was built.

On the altar stands a statue of a goddess!

……

As Werther stepped into it, the torches on both sides of the hall automatically lit up, illuminating every corner of the hall.

Werther looked at the statue nervously.

The statue is carved from that kind of delicate white jade, and the dust of history has not left many traces on it.

It clasped its hands in front of its chest, closed its eyes, and nodded slightly, as if praying for something.

The fire light shone on its body, but what it reflected was white light like a bright moon.

Werther suddenly found that just looking at it like this, he felt his mind being sucked away.

It is so sacred and beautiful.

"Snapped."

Footsteps came suddenly.

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"who is it?"

Werther was so keen that he almost subconsciously bypassed the altar and hid behind the statue of the goddess.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps became more and more intensive.

The person who came here was not the only one!

Werther suddenly felt an inexplicable loss: So this is not my place alone?

That kind of feeling is like a toy that was finally obtained but was licked by others, and several people licked it together!

嘶

He didn't dare to act rashly, he could only listen to the voice and make up for the movement of the other party.

At least five or six people came to the hall, their voices were very low, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

But in the end, it seemed that something was placed in front of the statue, and a mantra like a carol was chanted.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Thanks to Werther's willpower, if it were Robert, he would have been yelling in fright.

As the mantra recited to a certain stage, the white light on the statue's body seemed to be flowing, and the light became more and more intense.

Werther tried his best to raise his head, only to find that some of the minor flaws of the statue were being repaired!

"Is this just a group of tinkerers who came to repair the idol?"

The idea flashed away, and Werther himself didn't believe it.

After the incantation was finished, the atmosphere eased a little, and the voices of the group of "tinkers" also relaxed a lot.

Werther could faintly hear what they were saying: "Burn them to death!"

"For the goddess!"

"We will make it!"

"This is holy war!"

……

The bright moon is gone, and the day is coming.

The light of dawn shines on the earth, as if the right way lasts forever.

Dakla opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, something that slipped through the crack of the door caught his attention.

He looked down and couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up.

But after the experience of last night, he quickly closed the corners of his mouth and repeated a few lines of "Teacher's List", before bending down to pick up the flower cards on the ground.

Love is endless, and the pure white mandala is a soft love flower. Anyone who sees this flower will get rid of evil.

Dak poured a bit of magic power into the flower card, and the little Eevee who appeared on the card gave him the best morning greeting.

Today is still a refreshing day.

……

At the moment when Warcraft has not yet started, there is only one duel class on Friday.

Having said that, I deliberately put the dueling class on Friday morning, just to make the duel class procrastinate as long as I want...

Today's class is still taught by the four colleges together.

The place of class is Battle Arena No. ②.

Before eight o'clock, almost all the first-year students have come to the arena, most of them are eager to try, looking forward to the first duel match in their lives.

Although this so-called elite mode is just a castrated version of the real duel, no one will care about it!

As long as they can play, as long as they can shout "my turn", for the first graders, they will be happy for a long time.

Of course there are unhappy people.

After all, not everyone can complete the production of "Magic Beast" within a week.

In yesterday's magic class, many people were deducted points for not completing the production.

Robert would have been one of them were it not for Werther's generous help.

Since the class time hadn't arrived yet, Darke found a bench for rest and sat down.

Not long after, Diana squeezed over with Rose.

"Dark, who do you think will win today's game?" Diana asked cheerfully.

Dak smiled: "It's just a competition in the classroom."

"Ha!" Diana stretched out her hand and patted her leg, and her whole body bounced, "Anyway, my big pyrene is already hungry and thirsty!"

Rose quickly grabbed Diana's sleeve and whispered, "Restrain yourself, didn't you say you want to look more like a girl last night?"

Diana: (,,? ? ?,,).

……

"Jingle Bell!"

The bell for class rang in the anticipation of everyone.

The students stopped chatting and lined up in the middle of the venue very consciously.

Professor Jones was about half a minute late before he walked into the venue with a lot of things.