Chapter 237 |
“Each of these books seals an exam question and the answers to objective questions, corresponding to various subjects. They are the exam papers from the highest academy of the human empire that was destroyed a thousand years ago.”
Artis pointed to the book-like document boxes on the table and continued,
“If you want to choose some subjective question subjects, then only you can compete, and ‘Dekan’ will be the examiner to judge the answers.”
After saying this, Artis pointed her finger at Morion.
“‘Dekan’?”
Dekan suspected he had misheard something.
He looked at Morion with a puzzled expression.
If he hadn't misheard, did Artis just call that guy Morion "Dekan"?
Morion turned his head guiltily and whistled a silent tune.
Artis continued to explain, pointing at Morion.
“…”
Dekan was silent for a moment.
He just stared at Morion with a death glare.
And Morion did not look back at him for a long time.
He was sure.
This bastard Morion!
He probably used Dekan's name when he introduced himself!
Morion seemed unable to bear Dekan's piercing gaze any longer and looked at him with a helpless expression.
Dekan nodded with a sinister smile, as if to say: “I've caught you red-handed, you brat!”
Morion, on the other hand, stared at him with a feignedly serious expression, as if to say: “The big picture is more important, we'll talk about these things later!”
The brief sense of trust that the two had just established.
Shattered with a "snap" once again.
There probably wouldn't be another pair of brothers like Dekan and Morion in the future.
Artis looked at the strange interaction between the little succubus and the young man, unable to understand it at all.
She couldn't understand, and yet she was incredibly curious.
Seeing that their interaction was over, Artis continued to explain the rules:
“I have never unsealed these sealed exam papers, nor do I know their answers, but I can tell you that I have lived for a thousand years, and most of that time was spent as a scholar. I know what humans know, and I know what humans don't know.”
Artis' words were full of arrogance, as if she were an all-knowing great scholar.
“Considering that many of the subjects inside can be considered history, and it would be almost impossible for a non-specialized academic researcher to answer them, I will let you choose the exam questions first. You choose the questions for the first and third rounds, and I will choose the questions for the second round.”
“Of course, if there is a third round.”
After Artis finished her last sentence, she looked at Dekan as if a university professor was looking down on an uncultured delinquent girl.
She was very sure that she could defeat Dekan in just two rounds.
“…”
Logically speaking, Dekan should be happy to hear this rule.
Because he already felt that he wouldn't lose.
What's more, Artis had even given up the crucial right to choose the subject first.
But Artis' attitude made Dekan feel even more annoyed.
“If I win, you'll let me and ‘Dekan’ go to the fifth level. What if I lose?”
When Dekan said the word "Dekan," he emphasized it particularly heavily.
It made Morion, who was standing to the side, jolt.
He knew what Dekan meant.
He had to give it his all, not slack off, and give this arrogant female demon a good show!
Artis asked: “Do you have 4000 Devil Points?”
Dekan retorted: “So what if I do?”
“Then you should disappear quickly. Don't disturb me again. Go directly to the fifth level alone.”
Artis said.
Her answer surprised Dekan a little.
If this person was also so chivalrous, it would be a bit difficult for him to torture her.
“If you had the chance, wouldn't you kill me? This way, even if I win, I'll be too embarrassed to humiliate you.”
Dekan tried to induce Artis' evil thoughts.
“Your blind confidence is laughable to me. I don't want to dirty the carpet. I just find your aura extremely disgusting.”
Artis replied with the same dismissive look.
“…Hehe, hehehe.”
Dekan laughed.
“Dare you raise the stakes with me?”
Dekan looked at Artis and asked with a rather teasing tone.
Artis: “There's no need.”
Dekan: “If you were completely confident in winning, you surely wouldn't refuse to raise the stakes, right? Are you already scared before we've even started?”
Artis: “…”
Although she knew this was a goading tactic.
But she was particularly annoyed by this little succubus' attitude.
“Let's hear what you have to say.”
Dekan: “The loser wears a cat-eared maid outfit and dances.”
Hearing Dekan's words, Artis was directly stunned.
It took her a long time to be sure she hadn't misheard, and she asked with some anger:
“Are you messing with me?”
Dekan: “No, it's a very serious bet. I'm just asking if you dare or not. If you don't, just say so.”
Artis: “Hehe… the problem is, where would you get those things?”
Dekan pointed to his demon bracelet: “Third level's special service.”
“…”
Artis fell into silence, not knowing what to say.
Clearly, she still felt that this little succubus' proposal was too absurd.
This kind of thing might not be a big deal for a succubus who had no sense of shame to begin with.
But for her, it was absolutely unacceptable.
Dekan: “You don't dare?”
Artis: “Hehe, it's simply unnecessary. I have no interest in making you wear that and dance either.”
“No wonder you've been studying humans for so many years and still don't get it.”
Dekan sighed and shook his head regretfully.
“What did you say?”
Artis became displeased again.
She now felt that hearing this little succubus speak was very annoying.
Dekan didn't reply, just looked at Morion, spread his hands, and smiled without saying a word.
Artis also looked at Morion with a puzzled expression.
At this moment.
Morion's expression.
Was three parts pleasure, seven parts anticipation, and one part hesitation.
Don't ask why it adds up to eleven parts.
Because a sane person would not hesitate in their stance.
But Morion was definitely thinking just now whether to deliberately lose to Dekan, let Dekan wear a cat-eared maid outfit and dance in front of the live audience, and then find a way to team up and deal with Artis using other means.
“…”
Artis was silent for a long time again.
She clearly did not understand Morion's attitude.
“Do you understand his reaction? You don't understand at all. You've been confused many times since just now, haven't you? Don't you want to hear his thoughts after seeing me dance in a cat-eared maid outfit? There must be an answer in there that you'll never understand in your entire life, right? The premise is that you can beat me.”
Dekan mocked.
Artis' expression clearly became conflicted.
And Dekan, just like Artis had looked down on him just now, looked at her with his chin slightly raised.
“Fine, let's raise the stakes! You can't beat me anyway!”
In her conflict, Artis finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind.