As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Let me introduce, this is my old friend."

The principal didn't seem to notice the weird atmosphere between the two of them, and introduced with a smile:

"You can call him Ken."

"As for this beautiful yet indifferent, powerful and intelligent girl swordsman..."

He deliberately used several adjectives in succession:

"Ken, I think you should already know her, so I don't need to say more about her."

——Have you said so little?

The silver-haired girl's face flushed and turned pale, and she secretly scolded the old man for talking too much nonsense.

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But she is the principal of Wangli Academy, one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, so she can't get angry because of such a trivial matter.

I had no choice but to remain silent and drank my tea in silence.

"Since you're here, come have breakfast with us."

The principal looked at Ai Wen cheerfully:

"Try the venison I bought yesterday, it's hard to get."

"Pree deer?"

The silver-haired girl is a little strange:

"what is that."

"A type of monster that cannot be eaten directly."

The principal explained her doubts:

"However, as long as it is handled properly, the meat is very delicious. I guarantee that you will never forget the mellow taste after eating it once."

After the monsters in this world are killed, their corpses will not disappear; but due to the erosion of dark magic power, ordinary people will have various accidents if they eat them.

Depending on the physique of each person, it may be fine after a few times of diarrhea, or it may die directly; there is a certain chance of being polluted and turning into a monster, so people generally do not eat this kind of thing.

"Did you buy it on the black market?"

Aiwen asked curiously.

She knew that there would occasionally be some weird commodities in the underground market, but she didn't expect there to be monster sellers.

"Yes, and I saw you yesterday."

The dean looked at her with deep meaning on his face and replied:

"At the door of a blacksmith's shop."

Uh.

The silver-haired girl trembled slightly.

"I'm also going shopping."

She took a sip from her teacup to hide her nervousness:

"The house I live in is poorly defended, so I want to strengthen the defense a little bit."

"If other people go to the underground market, maybe I'll stop them because I'm worried about their safety."

The principal didn't say anything more:

"There is no such worry about you, but I still want to give you some advice."

"What advice?"

"—don't be too merciful, especially to your enemies."

The principal stroked his gray beard and said slowly:

"When it's time to strike, you must be decisive, otherwise you must be the one who suffers in the end."

No matter how dull Ai Wen is now, she still understands that everything from yesterday has been exposed.

Thinking about it, the guy with the huge sword was obviously following her all the time.

The principal knew the other party again, so how could he not know his whereabouts.

"They may deserve death, but I can't kill people there."

She replied calmly:

"I can't afford the consequences."

"Hehe... It seems that your thinking is more mature than I thought."

The dean showed satisfaction, and unexpectedly praised her:

"But you seem to have underestimated the influence of the descendants of the Juggernaut. They are just a few thieves. If you kill them, no one will trouble you."

"—Don't forget, her father is this kind of person."

The man who hadn't spoken since he came in made his voice for the first time:

"It ended up being miserable."

The silver-haired girl doesn't know much about her cheap daddy.

But when someone mentioned it, I couldn't help but ask:

"Did you really know my father? How did he die in the end?"

"Challenge a strong enemy beyond self-control, and then be smashed into a ball of meat sauce."

The man with the huge sword on his back said in a deep voice:

"I'm not familiar with your father. If you want to get information about him, you might as well ask the person sitting in front of you."

—he was obviously referring to the head of the school.

After saying this, the man pushed the table up, turned and left the reception room.

During the whole process, he didn't look at the silver-haired girl again.

"What a queer fellow."

Egwene whispered.

"Hehe, his temper was not like this before."

The principal also stood up:

"Let's go to the restaurant first. My family's breakfast is always on time. They should be almost ready."

Only then did someone know that the reason those servants were busy early in the morning was because they were preparing breakfast.

It’s true to think about it, people who sell breakfast on earth work so hard. Basically, they have to get up at 4 o’clock in the morning to prepare, so as to catch up with the rush of people going to work and school after 6 o’clock.

The venison prey was really delicious.

Taking a bite, the gravy was overflowing with rich fat aroma, which almost made her swallow her tongue.

Alas, who made her usually have no money to eat good food?

Fortunately, her expression was always calm, which did not destroy the elegant image she had always maintained.

The giant sword man showed an appetite that matched his strength. He ate at an astonishing speed, and the plates kept piling up next to him. He ate a full portion of seven or eight people by himself.

"This guy eats so much, why doesn't his stomach bulge?"

The silver-haired girl thought strangely:

"Could it be digested as soon as you eat it?"

"Or... is he not human at all?"

"But something else changed?"

After breakfast, she secretly asked the headmaster this question.

"He's a real human being."

After all, someone is known for being diligent and studious in the academy, and the head of the academy thought she was increasing her knowledge:

"It's just that some kind of technique is used to convert food into energy, and it's compressed and stored in the body."

"Hmm, like a hibernating bear storing fat, or a squirrel stuffing fruit all in its mouth?"

The silver-haired girl thought deeply.

"Almost, but it requires a strong body and some special handling methods."

The principal smiled and said:

"You are not suited to this technique."

The mysterious swordsman named Ken left the restaurant after finishing his meal, and he didn't know where he went.

"He practices sword every day, and should be in the backyard now."

The principal saw her thoughts:

"If you want, you can go to him for a discussion later, I don't think he will reject your training opponent."

"But not yet, because I have something very important to give to you, can you go to the study and wait for me first?"

The silver-haired girl was taken to the study by the servant, feeling very puzzled in her heart:

She couldn't think of a person with the status of the head of the school, what should be given to herself so solemnly.

"It's so slow."

Time passed by minute by minute.

She waited in the study for more than 20 minutes before the principal arrived late.

"This letter is for you."