Chapter 87: Dark Demon is Just a Flower Card Collector
“Are you talking about the flower cards?”
Dark reached into his pocket and pulled out a full set of flower cards.
There were exactly 18 flower cards in total. With a flick of his thumb, they spread out like a fan, each card displaying different floral patterns, making them excellent collectibles.
Dark listed them proudly: “The bright red camellia, the most humble love; the enchanting poppy, even if it burns its life, it will never part; the red spider lily at the end of the netherworld, watching over the sorrowful love that can never be reunited; the beauty of death in despair is truly tragic… And my favorite pure white datura, with threads of affection stretching for miles, seeing the flower is like seeing the person.”
Scott listened in confusion. Although the squid costume couldn’t show detailed expressions, his shock was evident from his lack of movement.
This person must have a deep understanding of flower cards?
Isn’t it us who made the flower cards!
Why do I understand none of what he’s saying?
And that pure white datura, why does it look so familiar?
Isn’t that the one I stuffed into someone’s door crack back then?
…
Scott originally came with the intention of confronting.
In the last batch of flower cards distributed last week, a significant portion remained unactivated.
This directly led to a major decrease in the Sect’s efficiency in collecting “memories,” making it impossible to repair the Goddess statue with cracks more quickly.
The Sect then realized someone was collecting flower cards in large quantities, and when combined with the mysterious cracking of the Goddess statue, they equated the “flower card collector” with the “statue destroyer.”
Scott was merely a vanguard sent to investigate.
His purpose was to investigate, and his task was to investigate.
Once it was confirmed that “the flower card collector = the statue destroyer,” the Sect would give him excessive punishment for the sake of the Goddess!
But Scott never imagined—how clumsy and poor his disguise was (/\\).
…
Come to think of it, who would read a newspaper by leaning against a tree trunk on the street?
Why not pay a little and sit in a restaurant to monitor?
Dark had noticed him as a stalker shortly after sitting down in the restaurant, but chose to remain silent.
In short, if he walked away, Dark would pretend not to notice.
But since he didn’t walk away, something needed to be asked.
Yet before any questioning began, his words exposed everything!
Dark almost immediately understood the cause and effect.
He even guessed this was the squid from the Sect, who transformed Robert into a woman.
The reason the squid came forward was simply because his collection of flower cards was too conspicuous.
But there was no need for concealment, right?
He was just a simple, flower card collector!
…
Dark’s heart was clear as a mirror. His praise and passion for flower cards came from the heart, without any flaws.
Scott indeed felt that passion and believed him at once.
Up to this point, Scott could have returned and reported.
But ever since joining the Sect, certain thoughts in his heart became increasingly difficult to suppress.
– He must represent the Goddess and mete out punishment to this heretic!
…
Dark casually asked, “May I ask, are these flower cards made by you? If possible, I would like to collect some unique colors.”
Scott’s lips twitched, disregarding all else, “Magic guidance summon… Ouch!”
“Oho ho ho!”
Suddenly, excruciating pain in his buttocks and sharp laughter behind him cast a shadow over Scott’s mind.
But in the next instant, his world became completely silent.
Whether it was the sharp mocking voice or the rustling of leaves, even the concerned inquiry from the first-year student from the Noble Academy in front of him, nothing could enter his ears.
He opened his mouth to curse, but no sound emerged.
He didn’t know if he couldn’t produce sound or if he did but couldn’t hear it himself.
This was entirely different from Professor Shylph’s commonly used “Silence Card.”
At least the “Silence Card” wouldn’t block hearing!
With endless fear, Scott turned around and finally saw the ambushers—Wit and Robert!
…
“It’s him, it’s him, it’s definitely him! I remember now, it’s him! I saw a small section of the octopus tentacle before I was knocked out!”
“It’s Squid, Robert.”
Wit grabbed Robert’s arm helplessly, preventing him from charging at Scott in a fit of rage.
…
The imp beast hiding on the eaves had closed its mouth. It had just injected the “Silence Potion” into its syringe and used a “small dart” to strike Scott’s buttocks fatally.
The syringe, which fulfilled its purpose upon impact, vanished into starlight.
Scott didn’t see the syringe; he only saw Wit and Robert arriving at the scene.
Wit had a natural sharp intuition. He had sensed Scott’s abnormal gaze at the Waltz Music Restaurant.
However, it wasn’t until after he and Robert finished their expensive ice cream that he realized something was wrong and followed the direction Scott disappeared.
…
Thus, in this small area, four people from three factions gathered.
Dark watched the sudden appearance of Wit and Robert with composure, not finding it much of a coincidence.
After all, the imp beast had long been lying on the roof and seen their arrival.
Therefore, this was a foregone conclusion.
Just like how Wit caught Robert’s right hand but couldn’t simultaneously catch his left.
“In the name of Robert Broheim, come out, Semi-Mechanical Rodent!”
Robert summoned the golem he had crafted in Magic Guidance class.
It was an ugly rat standing upright like a human.
A survivor of the extinct Skraven Mice Empire.
Half-mechanical on the left, half-flesh on the right, wielding an acid sprayer!
“Robert, stop!”
Seeing the semi-mechanical rodent aiming its sprayer at Squid’s face, Wit looked terrified and tried to stop him.
If the rodent sprayed acid onto Scott’s face, they would certainly be punished, possibly expelled!
St. Maryan explicitly forbade fighting and advocated resolving disputes through duels.
He had specifically reviewed the relevant school rules after his duel with Dark.
Ordinary fights usually resulted in minor penalties, mainly losing some credits.
But if severe injuries were caused…
However, the acid from the semi-mechanical rodent had already corroded Scott’s squid costume.
Just as Robert was about to proceed further.
Scott’s lips suddenly moved rapidly.
Silent incantation!
A dark green three-eyed squid materialized and pounced on the semi-mechanical rodent, engaging in combat with the golem.
Robert forcefully shook off Wit, clenched his fist, and charged forward, slamming a punch into Scott’s mouth!
“Bang!”
