There is no problem with the magic cards I made

The demon 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 this bastard like you, we could stay in the examination room and hang out without worrying about it in the corridor!

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

Dekan: "Continue to talk about, for example, when is the end of get out of class."

Demonic student: "There will be a thirty-minute recess after every hour of class. Only during recess can you move freely in the corridors. There will be music prompts in the school during class time."

Durkan nodded.

No wonder students are looking for classrooms.

Skipping class can lead to death.

School disciplines are strict and the study style is correct.

His opinion of the school has gone up again.

However, it seems that the wave of demonic candidates who were originally good at answering exam questions were deceived by him.

To the demons, that examination room was actually a gentle game.

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

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

No wonder this demon student looks like he wants to kill me so much.

Durkan thought.

Alas, the merit is immeasurable.

Buddha said, it is not virtuous to trap the devil.

"What kind of classroom is this in front of?"

Dekan asked, pointing forward.

Now they were standing in a rather stylish corridor.

Classical oil lamps illuminate the lifelike portraits of demons on the corridor, with a hint of elegance amidst the horror.

As you move forward, you can see that the ground is covered with gorgeously patterned carpets going straight to the end.

If my guess is correct, it will probably be an art classroom.

Dekan should be better at games related to painting.

Demon student: "It's a cooking class."

Dekan: "???"

Is it necessary for the setting near the cooking classroom to be so stylish?

Is this the so-called high-class devil?

"Forget it, this is it."

There are not many demon students exploring the nearby area, and it will be dangerous to continue walking.

Durkan walked straight towards the classroom at the end of the carpet.

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.

Gradually, it changed into a grabbing posture to grab the demon student's arm and lead him forward.

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

Dekan said with a smile.

This smile made the devil students' hair stand on end.

You want to use me as cannon fodder!

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

So Dekan and Cornelia approached the classroom at the end of the corridor, hugging the demon student.

It feels like escorting a condemned prisoner to the execution ground.

They pushed open the relief door, which can be called a work of art.

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

This classroom is more like a banquet hall than a cooking classroom or kitchen. The style is very similar to 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 under the firelight.

The reliefs on the walls are magnificent, and an imposing Baroque-style long table is placed in the center of the room.

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

A deep voice surrounded the classroom, and the door suddenly slammed shut.

Dinner?

Did the Demon Academy hold classes at night?

Dekan followed the sound.

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

He bowed gracefully to the three guests, then turned his wrist with the palm of his hand upward, pointed at the carved oak dining chairs beside the long table, and motioned for the three of them to take their seats.

There seems to be no teacher airs at all.

Although the teacher's words and demeanor were friendly, Durkan knew that 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 begun to tremble uncontrollably, instinctively fearing Baron Bachel.

At Dekan's signal, Cornelia took the demon student to the left side of the dining table.

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

Seeing that the three students were already seated, Baron Bacher 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 cart.

"Today's course is: Food Criticism."

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

Like a butler, Baron Bachel 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 neurotic artist.

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

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

“A good chef can relate to a foodie.”

"If you can answer more than 80% of the questions correctly, it proves that you are my distinguished guests and outstanding cooking class students."

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

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

Having said this, Baron Bacher could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.

The desire to kill is almost directly on his expression.

"..."

Listening to him speak, Dekan just wanted to slap him twice!

It's hard to see this picture.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat Baron Bacher for the time being, Durkan would have called Cornelia to kill him.

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

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

The huge classroom was silent.

After coming out of the examination room, even Cornelia already understood that these devil's games were all murderous intentions...

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

It was silent for a few seconds.

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

Baron Bachel seemed a little impatient and said with a slight frown.

But just as he finished speaking.

The demon student beside Konelia slowly raised his hand.

This made Baron Bachel's expression become happy.

But the demon student's eyes widened and he looked at Cornelia beside him in disbelief.

His eyes were full of doubts about the devil.

But Nelia grabbed his elbow and forced him to lift his hand!

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

Baron Bacher's eyes have been locked on him.

It can basically be pronounced dead.

Then, the devil student looked at Dekan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, with a face full of grief and anger.

Even if you die, you must die clearly.

Although this girl is scary, she is not so evil-minded.

It must have been the wicked guy opposite who gave her the instructions!

Durkan looked away, pouting as if he was whistling.

It was indeed him who gave Cornelia a signal with his eyes just now: he repeatedly glanced at the elbows of Cornelia and the demon student, and Cornelia quickly understood what Dekan meant.

It's you, you bastard!

The demon student screamed desperately in his heart.

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

"Then it's you!"

Baron Bacher was relieved that students finally came forward.

He walked quickly to the demon student, placed the dinner plate in front of him and opened the plate cover for him.

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

"Come on, please dine."

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

Hear the words.

The demon student raised the knife and fork with trembling hands, chopped the meat very finely, then forked it and slowly brought it to his mouth.

But the closer he got to his mouth, the more his hands trembled, as if he couldn't place his mouth correctly.

But Baron Bacher did not urge him at all.

Baron Bachel seemed to enjoy observing the appearance of the demon student.

In this way, the demon student continued to delay, glancing at Bachel from time to time.

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