NOVPUBFaced with the Blood Clan’s strong coercion, the Demon World’s Inspectorate’s attitude was to adhere strictly to the rules.
They guided the Blood Clan Messenger through the dangerously frigid north to the Demon World, and would accompany him to investigate the Academy.
This Blood Clan Messenger had a unique ability to sense blood, enabling him to detect humans disguised as the Demon Race.
If the Blood Clan Messenger really did find a human in the academy, the leadership of Purgatory Corridor Academy would bear a huge responsibility!
In order to appease the Blood Clan’s wrath, the Demon Race might even make them scapegoats.
To prevent the Headmaster from interfering, the education department transferred him away in advance under the guise of an important meeting, effectively neutralizing his influence temporarily.
"According to our estimations, the Blood Clan’s messenger will arrive at the school in a few more hours."
The Deputy Headmaster’s voice was exhausted.
For the academy right now, the only turning point was the Demon King’s secret assistance.
Despite the ambiguity of the Demon King’s apparent attitude.
From the position of the Demon King, he definitely couldn’t explicitly help the school deceive the Blood Clan.
This would anger the Blood Clan and violate the treaty.
But before the Principal was transferred away, the Demon King had secretly informed him that if the Blood Clan did indeed send a messenger, then he would send a wise and resourceful confidant to assist the school.
And if there were humans hiding in the academy that the Blood Clan wished to find, this special envoy from the Demon King’s Castle would be the academy’s last straw!
However, until now, with the Blood Clan’s messenger set to arrive in a few hours, the special envoy is still nowhere to be found!
"Mr. Special Envoy, where are you..."
The Deputy Headmaster leaned on the table with his hands, his eyebrows tightly furrowed and his expression troubled. His eyes looked utterly baffled, as if seeking a way out in the darkness.
Now, his only hope was that the special envoy who possessed the Demon King’s Obsidian medallion would show up soon to help them deal with the Blood Clan’s messenger.
...
On the other side.
Under the starry sky of the glass corridor bridge, Lanci looked down at the certificates in his hand, his fingers gently brushing over the words on the certificate surface.
His gaze wandered back and forth between the Demon King’s Castle’s residence permit and black seal, his eyes full of confusion and thoughts.
"Is this guy not a student?"
"Feels like a someone with connections."
Lanci mumbled to himself.
It felt like they’d inexplicably defeated a hidden monster.
And they’d picked up some incomprehensible items.
"...."
Hyperion didn’t know what to say.
Originally, this Silver Hair Demon should never have been killed in the Demon King’s Restaurant, the safest area in the Shadow World, according to the mechanisms of the Shadow World. Unfortunately, they had run into Lanci, a calamity.
So, having some bizarre items on him wasn’t surprising.
"Anyway, we have five class periods’ time, and we have to find a difficulty 3 classroom for the next class, preferably an art class."
Lanci stood up and announced.
Only in difficulty 3 classrooms could they possibly encounter Demon teachers of a senior professorial level.
Only by defeating these demons, could they ferret out information about the school’s recent "high-level meeting." 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
Lanci checked the mission objectives.
The academy’s current exploration degree was already at 18%.
They’d previously enjoyed a magnificent dinner for over an hour during the second class period.
Entering the restaurant didn’t increase their exploration degree.
It suggested functional areas wouldn’t contribute to its growth.
The other two teams each probably provided a 4%, i.e., each team had entered and completed a difficulty 2 classroom.
"It appears we’ve fallen behind a bit. We need to work hard in the next class!"
Lanci cheerfully encouraged both himself and Hyperion with a deep sense of responsibility.
After all, failing to complete the mission successfully from the Shadow World could result in a catastrophe in the real world!
"Okay."
Hyperion looked at Lanci’s natural smile, suspecting that he had eaten and drunk his fill, and was itching to keep playing in the amusement park.
She sighed and followed the exuberant Lanci.
How could the challenge of the Shadow World be like this? It was nothing like she had imagined.
It felt like having fun with Lanci in a demon-themed amusement park.
Under the illumination of the starry sky, Lanci and Hyperion jointly moved the body of the Silver Hair Demon to the window.
With a joint effort, they tossed the body of the Silver Hair Demon off the boundary of the glass corridor as if it were an arrow released from the bowstring, slowly descending into the endless purgatory.
As his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only the empty glass corridor and the silent night sky.
Hyperion breathed a sigh of relief.
Lanci had kindly helped, not leaving all the heavy work for her. Now the merit and demerits were evenly shared, not all deducted from her.
The two of them leaned against the wall, chatting leisurely to kill time.
Until the ancient and melodious clock sound filled the entire school again, breaking the tranquility here.
The interface connecting the corridor suddenly began to rotate slowly, as if it were alive.
The rolling and clashing of stones sounded like a pendulum striking against steel, creating a torrent of reverberations.
Soon, the corridors of the functional zone and the educational zone were connected again.
During this process, the winding dark stairs spiraled downward with no support, as if they were suspended in midair.
The surroundings of the staircase were filled with endless darkness, causing a complete loss of a sense of direction.
About ten minutes later, the two of them saw Bachel rushing up from the stairs.
His steps were a bit hurried as he ran, carefully avoiding the gaps in the steps.
"My apologies for my late arrival."
Bachel didn’t dare to neglect Lanci and Hyperion and respectfully bowed his head.
"No problem, Student Bachel, lead us to a difficulty 3 classroom, preferably an art one."
Lanci gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, completely relaxed.
"Difficulty 3..."
Surprise crossed Bachel’s face, followed quickly by shock.
They were planning to suddenly step up their efforts and challenge the hardest classrooms in every department of the academy.
"You can wait in the hallway when the time comes, I will directly give you three credit coins as a reward."
Lanci shrugged, he saw the fear in Bachel.
"!"
Bachel was first stunned, then nodded vigorously in thanks.
For some reason, he felt that Lanci and Hyperion had not only not spent any credit coins after visiting the Demon King’s Restaurant but also seemed to have struck it rich?
But in such a high-security functional area, how could the meter possibly run backwards...
"Lead the way."
Lanci flashed a grin.
Now that he was so rich he lost count of his credit coins, he didn’t feel the need to drag Bachel along to clear maps. Giving him a few coins wouldn’t hurt.
He only needed to stay with Hyperion, a bodyguard whose strength had been buffed to Fourth-Order by the special meal, for a backup.
Lanci felt that as long as they cleared another difficulty 3 classroom.
The crisis lurking in this academy would be thoroughly revealed!
