When a dance tune ended, so did this ball.

Lan Qi and Talia walked out of the Parierre Cathedral and stepped back onto the streets of the festival.

The night was deep, but the lively atmosphere of the flower capital, Parierre, was undiminished.

On both sides of the street, colorful lanterns were still hanging, decorating the night as if in a dream.

Just then, a loud noise cut through the sky.

"..."

Lan Qi and Talia subconsciously looked up, only to see a brilliant firework suddenly burst out of the dark night sky.

Then came the second and third, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was lit up by colorful fireworks, like a blooming garden.

"After you're gone, maybe I'll think of you when I see fireworks."

Talia murmured, the firelight illuminating her face.

"What makes you say that?"

Lan Qi felt that these words did not sound like something Talia would say, but more like an exclamation from a sentimental girl like Hyperion.

"Maybe you're making cards in the sky."

Talia looked at him and replied.

"???"

Lan Qi suspected that Talia was doing a mission here.

The two stood and watched for a while before starting to walk again.

Fireworks bloomed one after another, from time to time shrouding their figures in colorful auras, and then dimming, turning into embers, and falling into the night.

In this way, Lan Qi and Talia walked slowly along the festival road, admiring the scenery on the roadside.

Although it was ten o'clock at night, there were still many pedestrians on the street.

Groups of people, in twos and threes, either stopped to admire the fireworks in the sky, or gathered around stalls to taste delicacies.

Laughter and exclamations mingled with the loud noise of fireworks, forming a joyful uproar.

Unconsciously, they had already walked to the landscape garden of the Platinum Sen Palace Mental Hotel.

Looking up, the towering silhouette of the hotel was faintly visible in the night, and warm yellow lights shone through the windows.

"Let's practice for an hour or two later, and then rest."

Entering the hotel lobby, Lan Qi said to her.

These days in Parierre, they had been trying to make cards in Lan Qi's room.

The formula they adopted didn't matter much even if it exploded a few times in the first two steps, so they were quite relieved during normal practice. Only when the first two steps of card making were successful would they add the most critical material, Kali Yera's Shadow Weave.

"Then it seems like I have to fuse Lan Fu again."

Talia thought for a moment.

When they made cards together, the ability to communicate telepathically was an indispensable part, otherwise their cooperation would only be worse, or rather, her replacing the Poet of Great Love could bring them unimaginable convenience.

"Fuse it."

Lan Qi felt that things were much quieter without the Poet of Great Love around.

It's just that he would be a little tired.

"Then I won't be polite, and I'll consume your mana for a while."

Talia nodded.

In fact, she missed the state of an extraordinary life form like the Mad Love Demon King. Every day, she was between a living being and a spiritual body, able to fall asleep in a second and wake up refreshed.

Most importantly, she actually wanted to try again the enjoyment of using Lan Qi's body to enjoy food. His taste buds were indeed different...

"..."

Lan Qi looked at Talia swallowing her saliva and felt a little palpitation for no reason, but he couldn't guess what she was thinking at the moment.

Before long, Lan Qi and Talia returned to their room on the sixth floor of the hotel.

The moment the door was pushed open, the warm-colored light in the hallway lit up, illuminating the space of the entrance hall.

"Welcome home, meow."

The Cat Boss was sitting on the ground, as if waiting for them for a long time.

"Cat Boss, so you were at home. We were wondering where you went."

"Meow, meow."

Lan Qi breathed a sigh of relief, casually hung his coat on the coat rack on the side, and then picked up Black Bread and walked towards the card-making workshop set up from the study in the depths of the room.

This time, knowing that they would often practice card making, Lan Qi came to the Kingdom of Boson and asked Countess Rosalind to set up a set of the highest-standard explosion-proof enchantment and card-making equipment for them in the hotel.

With a creak, the door of the study was opened. Unlike the usual mess, the workshop was now full of various drawings nailed everywhere, which had been整理好 (zhěnglǐ hǎo, tidied up), and the materials piled on the workbench had been re-classified.

Sitting in front of the workbench, focusing on research, was the Poet of Great Love.

It seemed that she had returned very early today.

After returning, she began to study and research, and in the past few days, she also helped Lan Qi and Talia sort out the information.

Whenever she focused on the research of magic cards, even if Talia called, she could not be brought back to her senses.

But what surprised Lan Qi and Talia was that the Poet of Great Love had changed her dress after returning.

Her originally loose long hair was tied up, and the remaining strands of hair fell smoothly on both sides of her cheeks and the back of her neck. She was also wearing a pure white shirt and a slim-fitting black suit skirt, exuding a capable and neat temperament from head to toe.

"This outfit..."

Talia muttered, looking at the figure of the Poet of Great Love.

If you didn't look at the color of her pupils, the Poet of Great Love looked almost exactly like the real Talia at first glance.

However, what surprised her was not that the Poet of Great Love was wearing her clothes, because she had told Lan Fu that she had not brought Lan Fu's clothes on this trip, so Lan Fu could wear her clothes as she pleased. What really surprised her was that Lan Fu could even imitate her temperament.

It was as if the Poet of Great Love had been asked to dress like this every time she was in the card-making room. Over time, the Poet of Great Love got used to it.

"Ah, it's Lan Qi and Tata."

The Poet of Great Love finally looked up, leaned back in her chair, rubbed her eyes, and then stretched her waist vigorously.

"Lan Fu, have you ever been asked to dress like this?"

Talia asked suspiciously.

"Yes, when Lan Qi and I make important magic cards, I will dress up as you and sit next to him."

Once relaxed, the Poet of Great Love changed back to her usual coquettish tone.

"..."

Talia stared at Lan Qi next to her again, causing a trace of chill to rise in the air.

She now increasingly felt that Lan Qi was perverted.

"No, no!"

Lan Qi was almost scared into a cold sweat when he heard this, and just as he was about to explain something.

"For him, it's not possible to make cards without you, so he wants you to be by his side."

The Poet of Great Love leaned on the chair, her charming eyes curved like crescent moons, and continued with a smile.

"..."

Talia fell silent again.

But her gaze towards Lan Qi was no longer so disgusted.

"Lan Fu, can I have your body for a while longer?"

Talia looked at the Poet of Great Love and asked.

"No problem, take it and use it. Thank you for taking care of me these past two days."

The Poet of Great Love waved her hand casually.

She stretched out her palm to Talia, asking for earrings.

For the Poet of Great Love, Talia seemed to have an attraction in herself. As long as Talia needed it, the Poet of Great Love would be willing to be her high-level fusion material.

"I'll cook for you again next time."

Talia took out a pair of black metal earrings and handed them to the Poet of Great Love.

The surface of the metal earrings was covered with a thin layer of shimmering Demonic runes, like those refined from the ancient abyss of the Demon World, absorbing and reflecting the weakest bands of light, showing a deep red to dark purple unstable color under the light.

Talia lifted the hair beside her ear and put on this metal curved thorn, which was like a sharp tooth, shaped like the horn of a demon.

The other one was slender and graceful, like the tail of a demon.

The Poet of Great Love took the earrings handed over by Talia and hung them on her left ear.

The enchantment magic in the workshop, which was originally as stable as a rock, began to ripple, touched by supreme power. The figure of the Poet of Great Love gradually dissipated, becoming blurred at this moment. The boundary of her body began to disappear, constantly turning into black mist and dark blue sea tides, enveloping Talia's surroundings.

In this instant, Talia was guarded by an invisible force, and the surrounding magic seemed to form an isolated domain.

Magic gathered and weaved in the air until it cocooned and shed. After a few breaths, she slowly opened her eyes again.

There was no change from before, except that her eyes became heterochromatic, one gold and one blue.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong."

Lan Qi recited the sound of the timer alarm, frantically changed cards with the Cat Boss, and switched back to magic cards that restored his full mana and mana limit.

"I have to disguise my pupil color again."

Talia said to herself.

Since coming to the Flower Capital, she had been wearing golden contact lenses to change her pupil color back to its original appearance.

Just as she was about to start working.

"No, no, no, I can take care of getting the materials!"

Lan Qi quickly pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down in the chair.

He not only went to prepare the materials, but also took the time to bring a glass of juice and a plate of snacks and placed them in front of Talia.

"..."

Talia realized that she was now in that state again.

Any of her actions would consume more of Lan Qi's mana.

For Lan Qi, her being able to lie down or sit was the best standby state.

Although being served by Lan Qi felt good, she always felt a little strange.

In the workshop, Lan Qi walked to the safe, opened it, and took out the materials treasured inside.

The Cat Boss shook his head aside.

It couldn't see the specific names of these materials, which were obviously far beyond the scope of its knowledge.

Every time Lan Qi and Talia made cards, it would retreat outside the enchantment, and every time there was an explosion, it was obviously a lot of money exploding.

"Okay, Cat Boss, I'm going to activate the enchantment."

As he spoke, Lan Qi had leisurely walked to the workbench. The table was densely covered with material ratios and production processes, but he and Talia already knew them by heart even without looking at them.

After a moment, he opened the magic enchantment of the workshop, and the Cat Boss leaped up and was isolated outside.

However, it was very accustomed to watching Lan Qi's card-making process, and every time it squatted outside the workshop, staring at it intently.

Back then, it thought Lan Qi was a rookie who could only blow up cards.

It didn't expect that he was actually a Platinum-level card maker registered with the South Continent Card Maker Association, which was really surprising to the cat.

But on second thought, Lan Qi the card maker had unparalleled card-blowing abilities.

As a Platinum-level card maker, Lan Qi had blown up dozens of cards under its nose without ever making a finished product, and it even suspected that this guy was deliberately studying how to maximize the power of blowing up cards.

The explosions were always terrifyingly loud.

Later, it discovered that this seemed to be Lan Qi's unique talent.

He brought card blowing to the extreme, and thus his lifelong unique skill, Nuclear Fusion Wolf, was born.

"Tata, can we start?"

Noticing the gaze cast by the Cat Boss, Lan Qi still focused his attention on the work in front of him.

"No problem."

Talia nodded.

The complete set of equipment they used for card making was of the highest standard provided by the Parierre branch of the South Continent Card Maker Association. Just a Platinum-level card maker could have enough association convenience privileges, and now there were two, although Talia's audit and certification still needed some time.

Lan Qi first placed a dark purple cube loaded with an information recording program on a shelf in a corner of the workshop.

This device could record the entire process of card making and error parameters for retrospective analysis. Of course, when applying for patents and promoting qualifications, if high-quality magic cards were made in non-official supervised occasions, this could also be used as authoritative proof material.

Just like him in the past, considering that there might be prejudiced senior executives at the headquarters taking the opportunity to make things difficult during Talia's audit process, Lan Qi as a senior knew what preparations to make in order to use them as powerful bargaining chips at critical moments.

Although the device allowed concealing the core steps and finished card attributes, under its certification, there was no possibility of falsification in the final quality and rank evaluation.

With everything ready, Lan Qi and Talia came to the workbench and sat down.

Talia cleared a large workspace and took out three divided trays from the shelf at hand, which were filled with a variety of materials.

She carefully checked the pre-matched raw materials and placed them on the table.

With Lan Qi's assistance, Talia began to purify and process these materials, with a calm look and skilled techniques.

"When will I be able to reach your level of skill?"

No matter how many times Lan Qi watched, he felt that Talia's procedures were too natural.

"It's not very realistic, but you can hold my thigh tightly in the future and let me help you."

Talia replied.

"It seems that's true..."

Lan Qi thought carefully that if Talia could really completely replace the Poet of Great Love, he wouldn't need to work hard on magic engineering.

The two chatted and worked together.

In order to make a magic card with Kali Yera's Shadow Weave as the core, Lan Qi spent almost all his savings and the money he earned in the Flower Capital. Even though he had a high discount from the Card Maker Association and Countess Rosalind had already introduced the most price-optimized auxiliary materials from various branches, the huge cost was still staggering.

Most card makers had difficulty stabilizing their hands even when making the final fine-tuning to the raw material processing.

Lan Qi was just naturally kind-hearted, and he could be calm and composed even when walking a tightrope. For Talia, she had long been skilled in doing things, and she could do it 100% well without needing to maintain her mood.

In the silence, only the ticking of the clock could be heard in the card-making workshop.

More than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the basic processing of the raw materials was ready.

Enough for them to try making cards a few times.

"Be serious."

Talia said softly, turning her gaze to Lan Qi, who was调配 (tiáopèi, blending/mixing) magic ink beside her.

Her skills were just stable. If she wanted to reach the upper limit, she had to rely on the assistant Lan Qi to have a good performance.

At such times, she had to remind Lan Qi and put some pressure on him, otherwise he would be too complacent.

"Can you be a little more cold-blooded? I feel like you've become a little gentler today, and it doesn't have that flavor."

Lan Qi leaned over, looked at Talia's face, and then said.

"You're still enjoying it here, aren't you..."

Talia really felt that Lan Qi was a little sick, and her blood pressure rose sharply.

"Eight hundred years of aging, it is indeed the ultimate enjoyment."

Before Lan Qi finished speaking, Talia pinched his waist with a slightly red face.

"Is this right?"

Talia stared at Lan Qi, a stern look gradually appearing on her face.

But Lan Qi's expression was still a little confused.

"You may not be as good as the Poet of Great Love in playing Tata as Tata now."

Lan Qi commented.

"..."

Talia didn't understand what was different about her from before.

"It's still not quite right, meow. I feel like there's a bit more娇羞 (jiāoshū, shy)."

The Cat Boss in the distance helped Lan Qi supplement.

It felt that Tata was indeed not as good as the Poet of Great Love in acting.

"Then what should I do?"

Talia's golden eyes showed a trace of distraction, and she asked Lan Qi.

"It's just being very cold-blooded, like I owe you money, making me feel like there's a strict teacher staring at me nearby. You look more like a big gray cat that can be hugged than before..."

Just as he said this, Lan Qi felt the air turn cold and didn't dare to say anything more, and his neck was gently stroked by an icy hand.

"Then I understand, is this the feeling?"

Talia's gaze was like telling him that if he mentioned learning to meow like a cat and hugging and feeding again, she wouldn't guarantee what would happen.

"...Yes."

Lan Qi nodded obediently.

"Let's start."

As soon as she finished speaking, Talia handed the调配好 (tiáopèi hǎo, mixed) magic ink to Lan Qi.

This ink was carefully调配 (tiáopèi, mixed) from psychedelic crystal powder and spirit attribute magic core liquid and contained huge magic power.

The moment Lan Qi's fingertips touched the test tube, the magic power around him began to resonate with it, as if it were actively attracted by the ink.

Even without testing, Lan Qi could intuitively determine that Talia had调配 (tiáopèi, mixed) the proportions just right.

He carefully poured the ink into the magic carving knife, feeling the flow of magic within it.

At the same time, Talia also released the restrictions on the basic materials.

These included moonstone dust, which was commonly used in mental magic props, collected from moonstones on the night of the full moon, which could enhance the mental influence of jewelry materials, as well as Thought Power Divine Feathers, which were often used to cooperate with mental or Thought Power control abilities, and the Wise Man Vine, which was a vine that only grew on magical creatures with wisdom in the Demon World and could enhance memory and understanding when making medicine.

In addition, according to Professor Polao's suggestion, a certain degree of illusion magic props were also 配比 (pèibǐ, proportioned), including Phantom Sand, a special sand collected from the Illusion Forest of the Kerui Di Empire, which could be used to enhance the realism of illusions, Mirror Flower Crystals, which could reflect the user's deep mental images and enhance the concretization of illusions, and the Night Flower Petals, which were also a medicinal primer and contained natural effects that caused hallucinations.

As the crystal surfaces of many materials cracked and peeled off, the next important step in the manufacturing process was to apply magic改造 (gǎizào, transform/modify) to the materials, use them as the cornerstone, pave the magic circuits, and extend the术式 (shùshì, spell), in order to carry a huge and precise energy network.

The entire process required the participants to be single-minded and have a tacit understanding in order to ensure success.

Lan Qi held the pen and wielded the knife, and each stroke was extremely precise. Talia then engraved each rune imprint next to it and inlaid it in the术式 (shùshì, spell) circuit.

Human words and Demon words were intertwined into strange patterns, as dense as spider webs, constantly蠕动 (rúdòng, wriggling) and extending.

The magic power in the air was波动 (bōdòng, fluctuating), causing the Cat Boss to feel dizzy even through the enchantment.

But this time, the cooperation between the two was exceptionally good. They were fully focused and oblivious to everything outside, as if the flow of time had凝滞 (níngzhì, stagnated).

This time, they did not cooperate with each other or pay attention to whether the other party could cooperate with themselves as usual.

They were just doing their own work, supplementing each other when needed, or actively guiding each other.

Just like the consensus they reached that night during the决战 (juézhàn, decisive battle) in the Boson Demon World.

As the card making progressed, the trajectory of magic flowing in the card became clear, and法阵 (fǎzhèn, magic arrays) began to take shape. The entire structure looked beautiful, but it contained hidden dangers. Once it exceeded the承载 (chéngzài, bearing) limit, it could collapse and disintegrate at any time, and even cause a devastating disaster.

"This time, it looks like we can make cards directly to the end?"

Lan Qi's eyes were always on the work in his hand, but he said to Talia with不可掩饰 (bùkě yǎnshì, unconcealed) surprise.

Tonight's practice was too smooth. It was as if they had found each other's instructions for use.

Moreover, Talia was much more tolerant of him. When he encountered difficulties, she would directly支配 (zhīpèi, dominate) his body and let him take over her body to complete some simple work.

They had never reached this point before.

If it continued, it might not just be practice, but truly using Kali Yera's Shadow Weave.

"Are you sure?"

Talia didn't stop, just responded to him in her heart.

In the next few steps, they would start adding Kali Yera's Shadow Weave, and they could no longer fail at that time.

"Strike while the iron is hot. Now that the state is good, we should continue."

Lan Qi said.

"Okay."

Talia did not hesitate and followed him.

If it were an ordinary card maker, if the magic card already had unstable signs, they might give up at this time, collect more data, and check whether the previous steps needed to be improved.

But Lan Qi had a coach's mindset and believed in the players when they were in good condition.

Any miracle might not have a chance to be repeated if missed. He was determined to take this card all the way to the dark, even if there were万劫不复 (wànjié bùfù, eternal doom) ahead.

Originally, similar symptoms would occur every time he blew up cards. The magic card would frequently flash ominous sparks before taking shape, and the entire structure would摇摇欲坠 (yáoyáoyùzhuì, tottering) and岌岌可危 (jījí kěwēi, precarious).

Now that Talia was there, the instability of the magic card was actually much smaller than the fluctuations when Lan Qi and the Poet of Great Love made cards.

In Lan Qi's view, the success rate was very high.

No one knew better than him when a magic card would explode and when it would not.

Talia listened to Lan Qi and calmly carried out the next调试 (tiáoshì, debugging).

With preparations ready, it was time to投 (tóu, invest) Kali Yera's Shadow Weave.

And this cold-to-the-touch polyhedron had already appeared in Lan Qi's hands. Each facet seemed to be carefully carved by Kali Yera herself. The light blue tone also had slight渐变 (jiànbiàn, gradients), with the color gradually becoming more elegant from the center to the edge, like the波光 (bōguāng, shimmer) in the ocean.

Although the two no longer spoke, they knew that the real challenge had begun.

This material was very special and caused幻觉 (huànjué, hallucinations) due to the magic it emitted when used.

If anyone fell into a幻觉 (huànjué, hallucination), the other person had to help him/her control the body and continue to complete the steps.

Otherwise, even a brief moment of trance could lead to failure.

Talia said nothing, putting a shackle on the magic circuit, completely sealing off all retreat routes, even knowing that this card could turn into dust in her hands at any time.

Even when necessary, they would放空 (fàngkōng, empty) the control of their own bodies and could支配 (zhīpèi, dominate) the other's body at any time.

The Cat Boss was stunned. It had never seen such card-making cooperation.

Lan Qi and Talia didn't seem to be looking at each other at all, and didn't even pay attention to each other's progress, but were just using actions to tell each other--

"If you're not a fake, then we must be able to交汇 (jiāohuì, intersect) at the right place in the next step."

If the cooperation between Lan Qi and the Poet of Great Love looked like one soul controlling two bodies, then the cooperation between Lan Qi and Tata was more like two souls controlling one body.

The bodies of two people, either of them could use, as long as it was correct.

It was as if they had脱离 (tuōlí, broken away) from the physical level and were only cooperating with two souls.

The minute hand turned in circles, and the power brewing in the workshop became more and more intense.

"Meow, meow, meow!"

The Cat Boss was so scared that his fur stood on end.

Lan Qi and Talia had blown up countless cards during this period. What seemed like failures was actually preparing for today every time. The two of them knew too well where the other party would have problems, and they could even推测 (tuīcè, deduce) where the other party might conflict with themselves in the incomplete steps.

The magic power波動 (bōdòng, fluctuation) this time was not on the same level as before.

It was ready to release its invincible wind magic at any time.

In the past, before going to the North Continent, when it was still weak, watching Lan Qi make cards, it didn't dare to stay for a second, for fear of being involved in that landslide and crack disaster.

But now it was different. It was a cat Lun with five lives!

In the card-making workshop, Lan Qi stared intently at the magic woven by Talia.

In his eyes, completing this card was more important than life.

"Lan Qi, is your magic power still enough?"

Talia asked seemingly casually.

According to her judgment, Lan Qi not only needed to consume a lot of magic power when making cards, but also had to distribute magic power to her. If Lan Qi's magic power was exhausted in the end, both of them would still fail.

"Use it as much as you want, don't worry about it."

Lan Qi spoke, while continuing to engrave inscriptions, murmuring to himself with a坦然 (tǎnrán, calmly) and笃定 (dǔdìng, confidently) expression, as if he knew everything.

He would never make Talia suffer.

Talia was silent when she heard this.

Thinking carefully, Lan Qi had always been incredibly generous to her. Even if he really didn't have much money, he would make her live comfortably and eat whatever she wanted.

She didn't think much about it anymore and focused on the final steps. The two cooperated perfectly, ignoring the violent energy波動 (bōdòng, fluctuation) constantly generated on the card.

Finally, with an invisible energy, the space of the entire workshop瞬間 (shùnjiān, instantly)扭曲 (niǔqū, distorted).

Visible magic power ripples spread rapidly outward, causing the objects in the workshop to扭曲 (niǔqū, distort) one after another.

"Oops, this is Kali Yera's most original power, meow!"

The Cat Boss縮 (suō, shrank) into a ball, holding its head.

It was quite familiar with this magic power.

This was not Lan Qi's or Talia's magic power, but the magic power of the terrible Great Demon Kali Yera.

"..."

Lan Qi felt that if this was ninth-order magic power, Talia might not be able to resist it.

He would definitely be tricked and fall asleep.

But at this time, he could only trust Talia.

The guests on the other floors of the entire hotel all seemed to hear a buzzing sound in their ears, and then they began to fall asleep as if they had lost consciousness.

Lan Qi and Talia fell down in response and趴 (pā, slumped) on the table.

Even though Talia's face was already贴 (tiē, pressed) against the table, she was still trying hard to hold on and wanted to complete the final steps.

At this time, drowsiness began to涌 (yǒng, surge) like a tide and could not be resisted.

Almost half-dreaming and half-awake, she didn't know whether it was her will or her body that was working.

At this most critical time, they both failed to resist the illusion magic power that burst out from Kali Yera's Shadow Weave, both were tricked, and in unwillingness and fatigue, their eyelids gradually closed and their vision became昏暗 (hūn'àn, dim).

...

Consciousness was断断续续 (duànduànxùxù, intermittent).

It seemed to see the搖曳 (yáoyè, flickering) candlelight under the projection of the stars, and the vast night sky was like a still pool.

The starlight in the night sky interweaved with the red light unique to Purgatory, shining each other, adding a touch of psychedelic to this dark environment.

This place was very similar to a place he had seen before--

Purgatory City Pasquale, Purgatory Cloister Academy.

In an office at the deepest part of the top floor, an old吊灯 (diàodēng, chandelier) under a historically 感 (gǎn, felt) high ceiling was emitting a soft light, reflecting on the dark brown wooden floor.

Opposite the marble fireplace, there was a comfortable office chair and a wide brown wooden long table. The cover of the magic book on the table had been洗 (xǐ, washed) by the years, and the edges were slightly翘 (qiào, upturned).

Outside the window framed by large wood, the starlight of the Demon World洒 (sǎ, sprinkled) into the room, overlapping with the lights into a珊 (shān, coral) light.

Next to the square coffee table by the window, there was also a soft编织 (biānzhī, woven) armchair, which was quite suitable for leisure.

This room with禁制 (jìnzhì, enchantments), although it would not hinder or harm students, it would be difficult to open or push it open physically.

However.

With the窸窣 (xīsū, rustling) movement outside the door, the letter opening on the room door was opened.

She, who had turned into a gray kitten, easily鑽 (zuān, drilled) into the principal's office through the letter opening.

"..."

Landing on the ground, she actually transformed into a Demon Girl.

Entering the principal's office can be said to be the highest achievement of the students of this school, and few students dare to challenge it.

According to the school rules, intruding into the principal's office is a serious violation of discipline.

Once discovered by the director, they will be executed directly.

But correspondingly, if a student is threatened with their life, as long as they escape into the principal's office, the teacher can no longer chase the student, because the teacher does not dare to闖 (chuǎng, barge) into the principal's office either.

Therefore, if a student encounters a desperate situation and still has a chance to escape, they will run to the principal's office.

If the principal is not there, the principal's office becomes a temporary safe house. If the principal is there and runs into the principal head-on, the principal will personally execute the violating student and give them the highest death fear.

How to accurately推断 (tuīduàn, infer) whether the principal's office is a safe room or a dangerous room tests the students' luck, wisdom, and courage.

However, there are few students like her who come to the principal's office simply out of curiosity.

"I said the principal wasn't here."

She spoke to herself without emotion, as if she was嘲讽 (cháofèng, mocking) the overly cautious Demon race.

However, the principal's office was not as interesting as imagined, just a swimming pool.

I don't know which神经病 (shénjīngbìng, madman) built it.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped on one side of the principal's office.

Then moved it away.

There, there was actually an unknown undead wrapped in black mist with only his eyes泛 (fàn, emitting) with a faint green light, and she almost didn't notice its existence.

Logically speaking, undead that潜 (qián, snuck) into the Purgatory Cloister Academy should be清除 (qīngchú, cleared) soon.

But the state of that undead was very special, and she could not feel any breath or magic power from him.

He even looked like he had been in this principal's office for a long time, not at all alarmed by the comer, just like a枯 (kū, withered) old tree, and she didn't know what he was waiting for.

Then there was only one answer. This undead was special, and even the other demons in the school might not be able to see him.

Often, only creatures with extremely powerful souls or畸变 (jībiàn, mutated) beings who carry overly strong执念 (zhíniàn, obsessions) will turn into undead.

The principal's office理所应当 (lǐsuǒyīngdāng, should) not have any undead able to潜 (qián, sneak) in, unless the结界 (jiéjiè, enchantment) of this school does not排斥 (páichì, repel) him. Could it be that he was a powerful demon before his death?

Just as she was thinking about it.

你看到我了吗，偷溜进来的小猫。(Nǐ kàn dào wǒ le ma, tōu liū jìnlái de xiǎo māo. - Can you see me, little cat that snuck in.)

A strange and沧桑 (cāngsāng, vicissitudes) voice飄 (piāo, floated) into her ears.

She was a little surprised.

Sure enough, this undead had not been discovered by the Demon race for a long time.

That ghost包裹 (bāoguǒ, wrapped) in black mist could not see his face or expression, only the deep green pupils were clearly visible.

"..."

The gray-haired Demon Girl ignored him, pretending that she could not see him and could not hear him speaking.

This亡魂 (wánghún, spirit of the dead) was weak, and the残破 (cánpò, fragmented) had gone through a long time, nearly消散 (xiānsàn, dissipated). It was not difficult to收服 (shōufú, subdue) him into a使魔 (shǐmó, familiar spirit).

Correspondingly, he can only become a low-level使魔 (shǐmó, familiar spirit), and may also帶 (dài, carry) negative effects.

Anyway, she absolutely did not want to染 (rǎn, contaminate) this kind of thing of unknown origin, and it was best not to惹 (rě, provoke) it.

血族如今怎么样了？(Xuèzú rújīn zěnmeyàng le? - How are the Blood Clan these days?)

The漆黑 (qīhēi, pitch-black) undead seemed to still believe that the little Demon girl could see him and talked to her.

"..."

荒谬 (Huāngmiù, Absurd).

She thought to herself.

The Blood Clan was all history a hundred years ago. How could there be any Demon Race in this peaceful age who would牽 (qiān, concern) about the Blood Clan? It seems that he was just an old古董 (gǔdǒng, antique) who had been scared by the Blood Clan.

Soon, she turned around and changed back into a small gray cat again, indifferently leaving the principal's office.

……】

The漆黑 (qīhēi, pitch-black)亡魂 (wánghún, spirit of the dead) did not纠 (jiū, entangle) her, just watched her smile and continued to待 (dài, wait) in the principal's office, waiting for the next有缘 (yǒuyuán, destined) Demon Race to appear.

Here, is the beginning of everything.】

The meeting of me without memory and her in her youth,缘分 (yuánfèn, fate) linked us, and we experienced an unforgettable journey together, including harvest and loss, until--】

At the end of the journey, I personally killed her.】