Chapter 76: The Great Love Poet Was Rotten to the Bone
t that if he continued to argue with Lance, his merits would be deducted."Come on, Huberliane, hurry up and use your magic to wake him up."Lanche said.Hubeilian only dared to nod, not daring to speak,...Chapter 77: The Great Love Poet Is Bad to the Bone
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A group of figures stood before the massive silver gate.
This is a shortcut to the second-level corridor. The door is engraved with ancient runes, which appear mysterious and inscrutable in the candlelight.
Under the gentle nudge of the vice principal, a roar echoed between the ancient stone walls, and a refreshing scent of candle wax filled the air.
Stepping into the grand transition corridor, you see towering demon statues lining both sides, like a dark forest. The dark gold light and shadow seem to tell the long history of the school since its founding.
Walking down the corridor, the footsteps and whispers of blood clan emissaries, guard soldiers, and academy officials mingled together, creating a deep and resonant echo.
"Stop."
Suddenly, the vanguard of the party, Blood Knight Sanchez, came to a halt.
Following this, the entire team gradually slowed down, focusing all their attention on him.
"What's wrong"
The poet, at the head of the procession, turned back and looked with a puzzled expression at Sanchez, the blood mage envoy.
"Miss Lanfu, why did you skip Corridor Number 24"
Lord Sanchez raised his hand, signaling the demon officer behind him to bring a map forward.
When he spread out the map and confirmed his thoughts, his expression gradually turned colder. He stared at the Great Love Poet and the Vice Principal and questioned them.
Although the school's layout is complex and the connections between corridors are constantly changing,
But Sir Sanchez had remembered the overall structure of the academy in advance.
At the base level, they passed through many classrooms, going round and round but never entering corridor number 24.
Baron Sanchez, who possessed the Crimson True Pupil, also had astonishing insight. With just one pass, Sanchez had already clearly memorized the structure of the connecting corridors in the foundation level.
Despite the headmaster and his cohort of demons appearing to lead the way flawlessly.
Although several times Sanchez could have entered Corridor 24 at the crossroads, the guiding principal and vice-principal cleverly guided him through route planning into a completely new corridor.
... to the point that it wouldn't even give Sánchez a sense of walking in a repetitive loop!
"You've misunderstood. Corridor number 24 is currently closed, and I guarantee there won't be the student you're looking for inside."
The great love poet calmly replied.
This made Sánchez involuntarily stare at her for a few extra moments, as if trying to peer deep into her eyes.
Take me there.
Sánchez's voice broke the brief silence once more, a glint of sharp awareness flashing in his bloodshot eyes.
Though the great poet still appeared composed on the surface, her soul was subtly stirred by some unknown cause.
"I suggest you go with us to another corridor first..."
The poet's voice was calm, and his expression remained undisturbed.
"Immediately, right now, take me there."
Sanchez's voice gradually rose, laced with a hint of annoyance.
His patience had been worn down by the great poet's meaningless prevarications.
The acting principal's reluctance to let him pass only intensified the strong intuition brewing in his heart—there must be something sinister going on there!
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The great poet's lips pursed together, saying nothing. No one knew what she was thinking.
But anyone could see that after being seen through by Lord Sanchez, she had become somewhat flustered.
If you don't lead the way, we'll just go ourselves.
Sir Sánchez’s officers seemed to sense the hostility emanating from the high-ranking officials of the various schools. One stepped forward, and a tense atmosphere began to build between teachers and soldiers.
"I'll take you there."
The great poet's voice finally trembled with a hint of resignation, as if he had weighed the consequences and didn't want to escalate the situation further.
And the eyes of the vice principal and other demon teachers were all hesitant and worried, as if they wanted to advise Da Aishi, but in this situation, they didn't know how to speak.
Lord Sanchez remained impassive, inwardly sneering at the paltry trickery employed by the female demon before him. His gaze pierced through her facade, exposing any subtle flaw with unnerving clarity.
Then.
The entire team changed direction, quickly veering back toward the corridor of the foundation.
Minutes later, without taking a detour, they arrived at a corridor they had never been to before.
On the front wall, a wide gate stood tall, like a silent giant barring entry and guarding what lay within.
Leading the emissary of the Blood Clan to this gate sealed with a soundproofing barrier, the Great Poet and the Vice Principal walked in front, seeming eager to push open the door and enter first.
"Wait a minute."
Sánchez stopped them.
As he reached this point, he had a preliminary feeling that there were many demonic students taking classes in the classroom, and among them seemed to be a soul that resembled a human!
Lord Sanchez was convinced that in this classroom, which seemed to be going about its lessons as normal, there was indeed a strong possibility of humans being hidden!
No wonder this academy could still be so calm at the beginning, it turns out they were playing a little trick of going through the maze to detour.
Let them leave.
Sánchez's voice commanded coldly.
"Stay back! No one approaches this classroom until the investigation is complete!"
After receiving orders from Lord Sanchez, the orc officer unceremoniously dismissed the struggling Great Poet who was attempting to make a last-ditch effort. He ordered an elite squad to accompany him into the classroom to carry out the arrest.
Subsequently, Lord Sanchez entered the classroom with his accompanying officers.
Since the classroom was soundproofed, the hallway was eerily silent, with only the sound of nervous heartbeats and shallow breaths.
And just like that, ten seconds passed.
Thirty seconds have passed.
Two minutes have passed.
No one knows what happened in the classroom.
Perhaps the success of capturing a human lurking criminal will bring great tribulation to school leadership, or perhaps Baron Sanchez this time will return empty-handed.
However.
But there was no sign of movement!
Lord Sanchez and the officers showed no signs of coming out.
The demon guards of the outer inspection hall in the Demon Realm stood outside, all looking puzzled, unsure what had happened inside.
Just as the hallway was beginning to grow noisy with chatter,
"Hum hum..."
The great love poet, who had originally been slumped over with his head down, his eyes hollow and his expression showing signs of defeat, suddenly gritted his teeth and let out a light chuckle.
Finally, she could no longer hold back and sat down on the ground as if her legs were aching, hugging her stomach and laughing out loud.
"This, this isn't my fault! He himself wanted to barge into this classroom. I couldn't stop him!"
The great poet of love gently dabbed at the corners of his eyes with a smile of Schadenfreude, blissfully happy to address all the demons. His face was alight with the triumph of victory.
This classroom is on the G24 corridor.
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...is still circulating and going back and forth incessantly.
Except for the music department head, a demon with extremely high resistance to magical sound.
Once any other creature enters, don't ever expect to get out on their own!
From now on, the update time will be fixed at 9 PM.
(The End)
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