Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 778

Chapter 778 Lan Qi doesn't like others to sit in his seat

Hyperion has completely adapted to the state of Purgatory Corridor Academy after a day of college life.

At first, Lan Qi dreamed of staying in Purgatory Corridor Academy for a while.

Now she really experienced it.

At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom as spacious as a theater.

In the dim space, a few simple oil lamps shed a faint light and became one of the few light sources.

The golden light carries the rhythm of life. It is bright and dark, flickering and flickering. In the beating candlelight, the tables and chairs cast twisted and slender shadows, intertwined with the swaying black shadows around them, rustling in the darkness. .

"Back to where the dream began..."

Huberian sat in the classroom and thought to herself.

The scene in front of me really resembled a classroom—the neatly arranged long tables were covered with bright red tablecloths, a brand new black gold blackboard stood high on the podium in front, and the window frames and carvings also exuded an antique devilish atmosphere.

However, this space of about 300 square meters should have given her a sense of openness, but surprisingly it was completely lost due to the environment.

The shapes of the students are all different, each one more grotesque than the other. Without exception, they all have some kind of indescribable characteristics. Most of them have metallic horns on their heads, and their skin is covered with exoskeletons with weird textures. Two of them look like invigilators. The demons are patrolling back and forth in the corridors of the classroom, walking leisurely, acting elegantly and appropriately, and wearing classical costumes. In this environment, their presence seems particularly eerie, like messengers from hell.

The strong smell of blood that should not exist in the classroom cannot be dissipated, and it is unknown how many students have died this exam week.

Hyperion still can't figure out how Lan Qi managed to integrate into the atmosphere of this school in one second.

Lowering her eyes, Hyperion's eyes fell on the red tablecloth in front of her, where a piece of rough and ancient parchment was quietly placed, along with a magic ink bottle and a quill next to it.

The surface of the parchment was imprinted with some words that Tata had taught her.

This is the test paper she will take next, and it is also related to the magic of demons.

[Subject: Demonic Magic Literature]

[Any form of cheating during the exam, once discovered by the invigilator, will have the right to expel the candidate]

[If you are judged to have a score lower than 50 at the end of the exam, you will be deemed to have failed and the invigilator will immediately cancel the exam]

[Papers can be submitted in advance. If you have any needs, you can raise your hand and ask the examiner for help]

[The remaining time in the exam is 1 hour and 59 minutes]

The red tablecloth spread on the table stands out in the dim light as an exam reminder. It is a deep and rich red that is both absurd and full of artistic sense.

Hyperion's amber eyes keenly scanned the environment in the classroom, and the faint firelight danced and flickered in her pupils.

No students are planning to cheat now.

This school spirit is just what Lan Qi wanted.

When he and Lan Qi were suddenly brought into this shadow world, they both transformed from humans into demons.

From her perspective, Lan Qi's appearance did not change much, she just became a glow demon, and she seemed to have been stripped of the human disguise she used in the real world, and unexpectedly transformed back into the most authentic half-demon. clan appearance.

She almost wanted to die.

She was extremely afraid that Lan Qi would start to hate her after Lan Qi saw her hidden half-demon characteristics.

Fortunately, all the other challengers in this shadow world would be disguised as demons because they catered to the premise and background of the shadow world. Only she was removed from the disguise, so at Lan Qi's first glance, she was also given the same disguise as the others. Forgery, it was not discovered that she was half-demon at the time.

At the end of the film world of Purgatory Corridor Academy, Lan Qi was suddenly told her secret by the cultist before she died, and she felt that all her thoughts were gone.

Unexpectedly, Lan Qi actually thought she was cool.

Maybe that's when she started to feel a little excited.

It's just that she hasn't noticed it yet...

"why are you laughing?"

The deep voice of the demon examiner passing by startled Hyperion.

She quickly raised her head and shook her head innocently.

She didn't even realize that when she was looking at the test paper and thinking of Lan Qi, a silly smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

"Don't think about your boyfriend during the exam and concentrate on doing the questions."

The examiner gave an instruction, as if he completely understood her expression, and continued to walk away.

She couldn't refute the examiner in the examination room, feeling that her words were stuck in her throat.

Hyperion is convinced that this school has really changed.

So Hyperion lowered her head for the time being and stared at the things on the table in front of her.

The parchment exam paper with the school emblem printed on the top is engraved with a ferocious demon head, with two eyes as hot as flames, like a gaze from another world.

Next to it was an ink bottle made of magic crystal. The mouth of the bottle was inlaid with mithril, and the inside was filled with ink as black as night. It stood still, as if it contained heavy magic power that had been solidified.

The feathers of the quill pen are as black as ink, the tip of the pen is as sharp as a knife, glowing with a cold metallic luster, and the pen barrel reflects a deep red light.

It's all a set of retro magic scroll making tools.

In the demonic magic writing exam, the candidate's answers are both written and inscribed, which is comparable to making a magic scroll.

Hyperion briefly looked through all the questions.

"Why are my exam scores so similar to those thirty years ago?"

She thought to herself.

Once she was at a loss for the test paper and relied on Lan Qi beside her to save her.

But now she really does.

Until she saw the final question.

[Question 10 (15 points): Please write down the magic spells that can be used when processing rare materials, which can achieve the following effects:]

[1. Let the hair of Warcraft be slightly hardened or softened]

[2. Let the monster quickly shed its sharp hair]

[3. Change the color of Warcraft fur]

Even the final question, which the question maker didn't expect the students to solve, she could actually do it.

After all, she has a magic card with her.

【Elegant shape】

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Holy]

[Attribute: Alchemy/Poison]

[Level: 4]

[Effect: Can only be used on the target it touches. Modify its hairstyle, fade the hair, change its color, and make it slightly hardened or softened. 】

[Note: This hairstyle doesn't suit you, I'll help you change it. 】

Just copy it according to the principles of the spells on the magic cards.

Although she has never used this card, nor does she want to use it, Lan Qi gave it to her, so she always keeps it with her.

Moreover, it was compiled in a neat format by the great demon Thalia. Hyperion felt that the answers to this question may not be as good as those written by herself.

Unexpectedly, one day it would really come in handy.

Hyperion began to immerse herself in writing.

Lan Qi is not by her side, but he always seems to be by her side to protect her.

Reliving her student days in the Corridor of Purgatory, Hyperion once again had a new experience.

Some of the questions she already knew, and some were based on the knowledge that her two mothers, Thalia and the Snow Witch, had taught her. She felt that it was particularly easy to answer, and she even wanted to add a question after the answer. Is it good or not, and how to do it.

It seems that I have not grown at all after riding the baby bus for more than a year.

In this school, you can live a very comfortable life with enough credit coins, and you can even go to the Demon King's Restaurant in the rest area to enjoy it for a while.

Finished the test paper in advance.

Hyperion lay there taking a nap.

These days, it's rare to feel completely at ease.

As long as you complete the test paper and ensure that you can pass the exam, this is the safest place and you can just wait for the exam to end.

The little gray cat that Tamisha turned into was also hidden in her clothes and remained motionless. Even if Tamisha was still not close to him, she knew when to be obedient. After all, the two of them had been relying on each other for several days.

"Lan Qi...I miss you so much..."

Hyperion murmured silently, speaking her mind.

Only now did she realize that school life without Lan Qi was so boring.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sudden.

A piercing siren broke the solemn silence in the examination room.

Accompanied by the sound coming from the corridor, it enveloped every corner.

[Urgent notice: Attention to all members of Purgatory Corridor Academy, due to special reasons, all ongoing teaching content will be immediately terminated. All teachers and students are not allowed to leave the classroom and will be inspected by the Demon King's Army special service force. If there is any unauthorized action, all teachers are required to report it immediately and Provide full assistance in the arrest. 】

The voice in the corridor was cold and unmistakable, an order coming from the depths of hell.

There was an instant commotion in the examination room.

Discussions arose one after another.

But he was soon shocked to death by the examiner's sharp look.

"Quiet! All candidates stay where they are and don't move!"

The examiner's voice was like a whip hitting the nerves of every demon, magic, and demon candidate.

Hyperion noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere.

She calmly glanced at the demon candidates around her. Their eyes shone with fear and uneasiness, fine cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their hands and feet were shaking unconsciously.

She also performed a subtle expression of confusion, perfectly fitting into the mood of this group of candidates. Not sure how much longer I can hide.

If things get bad later, she can just run away again. The two fifth-level examiners will not be able to notice that she disappeared out of thin air.

Just like this, constantly changing identities in the maze of Purgatory Corridor, and being searched and surrounded, she will be caught sooner or later. The exit of Purgatory Corridor Academy must have been blocked.

But don't panic, this is her home court. Even if the eighth level wants to play hide and seek with her in the corridor, it will be difficult to catch her in a short time.

Hyperion told herself.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The silence in the examination room became more and more suffocating for the demon candidates.

Suddenly, the classroom door was violently pushed open, and several demon officers in black military coats filed in. Their bodies exuded a cold magic power, and their eyes were as cold as blades.

The leading officer walked straight to the examiner without saying a word and whispered something.

The examiner's face instantly became more shocked. He nodded vigorously, then turned to face the whole classroom.

At this time, even the examiner did not notice that a girl candidate in one position had disappeared.

The top floor of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The heavy oak door made a low creaking sound when it was gently pulled. The sound had been polished very mildly by the years, and then the door of the principal's office closed automatically.

"Princess... you didn't expect me to come in person, did you? I really love you enough to come all the way from Demon King's City for you."

Profanity Lord Melogas pushed open the heavy oak door and walked into this office full of historical charm, smiling.

Her appearance brought an eerie chill, lowering the temperature of the entire space by several degrees.

Lissandra followed Melogas tremblingly, her face as pale as paper, and her eyes full of awe and uneasiness.

As a young and weak demon secretary, she instinctively felt the terrifying aura of the big demon in front of her.

This is the principal's office of Purgatory Corridor College. The ancient chandelier under the high ceiling is emitting soft light, reflecting on the dark brown wooden floor.

Opposite the marble fireplace, there are comfortable office chairs and a wide long brown wooden table. The cover of the magic book on the table has been washed away by time, and the edges are slightly warped.

Outside the window decorated with a large wooden frame, the starlight from the devil's world spilled into the room, overlapping with the lights to form a ray of light.

Next to the square coffee table by the window is a soft woven armchair, which gives it a leisurely feel.

This restricted room will not hinder or harm students, but it is physically difficult to unlock or push it open.

"Is this the principal's office?"

Melogas looked around the principal's office, scanning every corner, and finally stopped at the too conspicuous swimming pool.

Before she came here, she had never thought that the principal's office was so spacious, let alone that there would be a swimming pool in the principal's office.

"Yes, Sir Blasphemy, this is the seat of the highest authority in our school. This is the only place suitable for you to rest and wait."

Lysandra nodded quickly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

In order to stabilize Melogas and buy the princess some time to hide, Lissandra had already led Melogas around several times.

"What a boring place."

Melogas snorted coldly, and she walked slowly towards the wide long brown wooden table, her slender fingers lightly crossing the tabletop, as if she was feeling the traces of time.

She picked up the old magic book on the table, flipped through a few pages, and threw it aside.

"That's what you said."

Lysandra's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She didn't dare to answer the question, so she could only lower her head and let Melogas look at the principal's office at will.

"But this pool is quite interesting."

Melogas walked to the window, and the starlight from the demon world shone on her pale face, reflecting a morbid beauty.

She leaned to the side with interest and looked at the swimming pool.

Is it possible that students are usually allowed to swim in the principal's office?

Can play.

Mr. Blasphemy is a little curious as to who decided to build this swimming pool.

Maybe I will like this kind of neurosis.

"It is said that he was the former acting principal of the Glow Demon, the first fake principal in the history of Purgatory Corridor Academy. However, he was loved and supported by many demons, so much so that in order to commemorate his contribution, the school put his portrait on In the corridor..."

Lysandra tried her best to find a topic.

"Why did you take me for a few more laps just now?"

The blasphemous Lord Melogas suddenly asked.

interrupted Lysandra's narration.

"Sir, Sir, I have only been working here for a few years, and sometimes I often take the wrong path. I am really sorry!"

Lysandra's body trembled and she answered quickly.

"That's it...I also heard that you have a good relationship with Princess Hyperion."

Melogas nodded with satisfaction, his hazy purple eyes staring straight at Lysandra, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

She spoke only half of her words, as if she were deliberately teasing Lisandra.

"Her Royal Highness and I have not been in contact for many years."

Lysandra felt a chill creeping up her spine. She lowered her head tremblingly, not daring to look directly into Melogas' eyes. She tried her best to steady her mind that was about to collapse under the magic sound, and held back the tears from overflowing.

The moment she saw the blasphemy minister's expression, Lissandra basically understood.

Mr. Blasphemy knows everything.

She just thought it was fun to play with herself and slowly taste her own fears.

"Very good. You are really a strong and kind-hearted child. Even if this happens, you are not willing to betray the princess."

Melogas smiled with satisfaction. She sat elegantly on the soft principal's chair, the scorpion tail behind her swaying slightly, as if admiring Lisandra's ugliness.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You are the princess's friend. I think the princess must really want to take you back to the Demon King's City."

Melogas sat firmly and put one hand on the armrest.

"Now, bring me a cup of tea."

She commanded, with unquestionable authority in her voice.

"yes…"

Lysandra hurried to the coffee table, her legs were weak, and her trembling hands could hardly hold the teapot.

She carefully poured a cup of steaming Pascual black tea for Melogas, and then handed it over with trepidation.

Melogas took the tea cup, took a sip, and moved his gaze from the demonic night sky outside the window to Lysandra's face.

"If I destroy you completely and let Hyperion see you being so unconscious by me, what kind of expression will she show?"

She slowly stretched out her hand and put it against Lisandra's cheek, with a friendly smile on her lips.

Lysandra stood aside, not daring to make a sound or move.

Her tears finally overflowed.

"Let's do this. If you are willing to do what I ask, and every time you persist for a while without losing your will, I will go find the princess myself later. How about that?"

The Blasphemous Lord slowly moved his hand down and touched the buttons of Lisandra's clothes.

"good…"

Lysandra's lips and teeth trembled as she agreed to the blasphemy.

She knew something terrible was going to happen today.

In order to keep his promise to the princess, he could only stand aside silently, letting the Profanity Lord manipulate him, and bear the evil desires of this great demon, with his heart full of despair and helplessness.

Just when Lisandra was already heartbroken.

Creak.

The door to the principal's office was pushed open.

Melogas stopped his hand and looked at the guy who would come to the principal's office out of his wits at this time in confusion.

His outfit was very strange. He was wearing a long black winter coat with formal clothes underneath, but he also had a silver mask pinned to his waist. I don't know where this is the custom.

His race is the Phantom Demon Clan. Like Kaliela, he was born with silvery light hair and a magical power full of illusions.

The silver-white mask is obviously not the style of a demonic mask. Even when viewed from the side, it looks more like a human religious style, with soft lines, a calm expression, and a compassionate love between its eyebrows.

Are you going to attend a masquerade?

Melogas couldn't help but wonder.

If you take off this mask from your waist and put it on, you can participate in the masquerade in the demon world without any sense of disobedience.

Moreover, Melogas felt that this mask had a faint sense of sight, but he could not remember where he had seen it before.

Lysandra felt relieved the moment she saw the other person, as if she had found a savior.

This principal felt so similar to Kaliela that she was almost like a relative of Kaliela.

Apparently he is the new principal of the demon clan appointed by Kaliela!

But the bad news is that the blasphemous Lord Melogas is here.

I don't know if this phantom demon clan will be willing to control themselves and interfere in your blasphemous entertainment projects.

Boom boom.

Lan Qi knocked on the door of the principal's office with his knuckles, signaling the two demon girls in the principal's room to pay attention to him.

He was slightly surprised and didn't understand why there were two demons in his office.

"Miss, that position doesn't belong to you. Can you please move?"

Lan Qi's fingertips moved towards the principal's desk and said to Profanity Lord Melogas.

(End of chapter)

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