Chapter 145: Dark Demon and Beastly Coexistence
Due to his limited knowledge, Dark couldn’t offer any opinions on the frescoes.
However, Emma’s research results undoubtedly rekindled his interest in the frescoes.
But there was a sequence of priorities; one shouldn’t put the cart before the horse.
Under the current circumstances, learning “Mana Language” was paramount, while studying the frescoes could be pursued as a side interest.
When he mentioned this,
Emma solemnly stated, “Of course, studies come first. Research is just a hobby. I won’t neglect one for the other.”
Then she happily returned to her seat.
…
Dark looked at the book “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure” left behind by Emma, feeling somewhat troubled.
He still had “The Biography of Merlin” that he had only started reading.
The more books he wanted to read, the less time he had.
He left the library with the book, intending to choose “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure” as his bedtime reading tonight.
The noble academy’s common room was still bustling.
Despite classes starting on Monday, students always played late on Sunday nights.
He sat beside Diana and Rose for a while, got a piece of candy, and then went upstairs.
Just as he was about to unlock the door, Dark suddenly stopped. He seemed to have heard a faint sound from inside?
Saint Maryan’s dormitory had soundproofing measures, so normal noises wouldn’t escape.
This meant that any noise escaping must be extraordinary!
Dark frowned, his fingers instinctively reaching into his mana card deck.
But he thought again and merely held a mana card between two fingers without summoning.
“Creak!”
Unlocking and pushing the door open.
A small gap appeared, and the sounds from inside filled the air.
It was extremely chaotic, like a cacophony of barking dogs and meowing cats.
Dark’s frown eased slightly, then deepened again.
He quickly squeezed inside and locked the door, preventing the noise from disturbing the other students’ rest.
The lights in the room were on.
Bright white light illuminated every corner of the dormitory.
Tables, chairs, cabinets, shelves—all were covered with various animals.
Dark wasn’t too surprised.
He kicked the fat lion blocking the entrance, and the big cat lazily moved aside, giving him a narrow path.
But ahead, two giant bears were fighting, and several monkeys were cheering them on while slapping their buttocks.
A large-mouthed orange parrot flew around, scattering feathers everywhere.
On the bird stand above, two birds performed a double flight.
A snake and a suricate were entwined, the suricate’s screams piercing the ears.
A white tiger lay atop the wardrobe, sleeping with its eyes closed.
Cats and dogs frolicked like fools.
…
Dark couldn’t help but cover his forehead.
Since the beginning, he had no way to deal with these golems.
If the Mind Magus Red was the founder of Mind Summoning, then “Sage of Beasts” Claire was undoubtedly the master of contemporary Mind Summoning.
These golems’ intelligence levels were definitely above 3.0.
As they say, “Ignorance breeds courage,” Dark didn’t understand much when he first saw them, so he didn’t think they were particularly remarkable.
But now, seeing this scene, he sincerely marveled, “Sage of Beasts” truly lived up to his name.
He weaved through the gaps of these useless golems and arrived at the balcony of his bedroom.
In the entire bedroom, the balcony was the only quiet place.
Claire Kate was lounging on Dark’s special recliner, an active “Grass Cat Plant” curled up on her lap, and a “Dairy Cow Grass Plant” slept at her feet.
Gentle moonlight shone through the balcony’s glass window, illuminating half of her face, revealing a hint of fatigue.
For someone who loved traveling the world like Claire, rushing to Saint Maryan in such a short time clearly took some effort.
The hardships of travel were self-evident.
She simply existed here, making the surrounding atmosphere soft and comfortable, as if the noise behind her had disappeared.
Dark stood at the balcony door for a long time.
In his youth, he knew nothing and felt no worries.
In the past, he didn’t know what experiences Claire had gone through, nor did he understand why such a quiet person would develop such a strong addiction to alcohol.
The essence of Mind Summoning was the bond between humans and golems.
The behavior patterns of golems reflected their innermost thoughts.
Her exterior was calm, but her heart was turbulent.
Thinking carefully,
Alvaraite was already her only remaining friend after the war.
Dark silently absorbed memories from his mind.
In his recollections, Claire often sat by the bed at night, wiping an old photo that never dried.
How many people were in that photo?
One, two, three…
Was it five or six?
…
It was late at night…
Claire seemed to feel a chill and sniffed lightly.
There was a slight rise from her chest to her abdomen.
Dark sighed, turned around, and opened the wardrobe, taking out a thick blanket.
November was nearing winter, and the weather was getting colder.
If she slept until morning like this, she might catch a cold.
He opened the balcony door, tiptoed over, and picked up the “Grass Cat Plant,” carefully spreading the blanket over her.
“Miaow—”
The “Grass Cat Plant” softly meowed.
Dark stroked its head and tucked it into the folds of the blanket.
…
Returning to the bedroom, Dark looked up at the noisy golems and summoned an Imp Beast.
After using “Arrogance II,” the Imp Beast gained a second skill.
– [Ultimate Skill: Demon Hypnosis]
– [Demon Hypnosis: Emitting hypnotic waves from the eyes to mesmerize enemies.]
The bedroom finally fell silent.
Dark entered the bathroom, pulling out several small animals hidden inside, then soaked himself in the bathtub for a short nap.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, steam still rose from his body.
The Imp Beast had already warmed the bed.
He climbed in, picked up “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure,” and began reading.
In this era, novels were mainly serialized in magazines, and if they received positive feedback, they would be published as single volumes.
Due to format restrictions, long novels weren’t popular; medium and short ones were more common.
“The Golden King and the Secret Treasure,” as a medium-length novel, had a very tight plot.
The protagonist Joachim and the surviving gold diggers ventured deeply to find the Golden King’s treasure.
The entire Golden City had been fragmented into upper and lower layers due to changes in the earth’s crust.
Finding the Golden King’s tomb was also difficult.
Their movements woke up the Golden City’s golden guards, and several unlucky gold diggers were cut in half.
The blood flowing from their bodies was instantly absorbed by the ground.
The Golden City was like a thirsty beast that finally encountered someone bringing water, continuously devouring life after life.
