ntense learning and research.As the sun is about to set in the west.The Hekate Academy was covered in a molten gold hue, forming a tranquil yet dreamy vista.Lanche and Huberlian's two figures walked s...Chapter 68: Ranchi's Sincerity

In the painting classroom, the lesson has begun in a calm atmosphere.

A slender silver lamp hanging on the wall cast a warm glow, illuminating the neat picture frames and lighting up the classroom with its long wooden benches.

The air was filled with the faint scent of paint and canvas.

Professor Mogurt, a distinguished art instructor, was dressed in a black vintage suit. A crimson silk bow tie on his chest glistened softly in the gentle light, lending him an air of dignity and solemnity. In his hand, he held a painting—a work that seemed to possess considerable depth and mystery, waiting for a student to bravely answer its call.

The classroom was silent and heavy with tension.

If not, Professor Mogute will randomly select someone to start the first round of answering questions.

However.

This moment.

One hand, unexpectedly, rose up.

All demonic eyes turned towards that outstretched hand——

Huperlian stood ramrod straight, holding out her right hand. Her amber eyes were wide with disbelief, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was doing.

It was as if someone had forcibly seized control of his arm.

In a moment, she seemed to realize something.

She turned her head, and on her right sat a harpy demon with piercing eyes that were fixed on her. His bright pupils stood out in the dim classroom.

Obviously, this hawk-eyed demon was the source of her sudden raise of hand, he was using mental magic on her!

If it begins with Huberlian.

Then rotate clockwise.

Eagle Demon can answer questions at the fifth position in the first round.

He will have ample time to analyze.

Then you can start.

Professor Mogute obviously knew what had happened.

But the rules of the classroom are such that you develop your own strengths, and using strategies is also allowed.

Hubley's face immediately turned rather pale.

Under this close proximity, her spiritual magic held no countermeasures or defenses. And if she were to start answering the questions, Lance sitting to her left would become the second student to answer.

She cast a guilty glance at Lance, feeling like she had let him down.

At the same time, Huberlian's gaze shifted to Professor Mogute. She really couldn't tell if the painting in his hand was good or bad.

"…"

Is that all we have, guesswork

There's a 50% chance of surviving this round, or immediate failure.

Just as Huberliane's mood plummeted into an icy abyss.

"This was drawn by the professor."

Lance whispered aside.

Suddenly, his words elicited a mocking laugh from the demon.

In this classroom, how is it possible to have students who can identify things so quickly It's obvious they are just guessing.

Even the demons surrounding him, however foolish they were, wouldn't believe he was joking when he wagered his life on such a thing.

Professor Mogute simply held the painting with a blank expression, not giving the students any hint as to what he was thinking.

"Drawn by the professor."

Hubli answered without hesitation.

She believes in Ranch.

Moreover, the greatest guarantee for their cooperation with each other is absolute execution.

"Oh Right."

The professor put down the painting but glanced at Lynch in surprise.

In this classroom, it is not prohibited to tell other students the answers because it is essentially a discussion-based format.

The key is whether the student being addressed is willing to believe.

Professor Mogut had never seen a student so decisively certain of an answer, nor one who was so convinced of other demons.

However, with this kind of answering speed from Ranch, it should be more of a guess, but the attitude is very decisive.

……

Answer in the order of the clock.

The next one should be Lynch.

Just as Professor Mugurt picked up another painting from the cart.

"Drawn by a student."

Ranch, as soon as he saw the painting, answered with certainty.

"What..."

Other students stared in stunned silence at the radiant demon.

Even Professor Mogut hesitated, half-holding the painting before slowly putting it down and nodding.

"Correct."

This surprised the other students in the classroom.

Is he a gambling addict Or is he really able to see through it

At this rate, I'm afraid even a professor couldn't keep up!

"…"

Even now, Huberlian stared at Ranchi with great bewilderment.

She had blindly trusted Lance before, acting without thinking.

Now, think about it carefully. She couldn't figure out what kind of trick or shortcut Lanchi used to find the answer so quickly!

Lan Qi's spellbook, which she had previously shown to her teammate.

She knew that besides the cards he had used before, Lanchi also only had elemental and mental magic. It was impossible for him to have a card capable of identifying paintings like this!

He was bewildered by the possibilities in Huberly.

The question now went to the student on Lanchi's left, a female demon who frowned, studying intently the painting Professor Mogute had just pulled out of his hand.

With the reference of the six paintings previously, identification was naturally a little easier.

But she didn't expect that the clockwise opening would come to her so quickly.

Based on the information available at present, it is still impossible to identify individuals through magic.

"Drawn by a student."

Ranch whispered a reminder to her.

What？

The female demon student seemed hesitant, unable to believe Lance.

But she thought about it and the more she looked, the more she felt that the painting lacked spirituality.

He hesitated for almost five minutes.

Until the moment when an answer is required.

She finally answered.

"This was drawn by a student."

No problem.

Professor Mogg nodded in approval, and once again cast a long look at Lance.

If the first two times could be luck, then now it's the third time.

The probability of luck is gradually decreasing.

He had never seen such a student, which made him feel a little unfathomable.

It's the fourth person's turn to answer.

The demon student in the corner of the classroom stood up, staring at Professor Mokgut's painting in his hand. He just wouldn't budge.

He was skilled at identifying magic, but he wasn't very confident in his ability to appreciate paintings.

But luck was on the other hand, not finding any of the familiar magic that had appeared in the previous few paintings.

The Corner Demon cast a timid glance at Lance, unsure if Lance would help him.

"Still painted by a student."

Lanche calmly told him the answer.

After a moment of hesitation, the demon student in the corner gritted his teeth and replied:

"Drawn by a student."

"Yes."

Professor Mogute has once again given his approval.

The demon in the corner sat down with a start of surprise, nodding gratefully at Lynch.

Now, it goes around in a circle.

Finally, it's the turn of Hawkeye Devil on the right end.

That is, on the other side of Huberlian, she first controlled the demon she raised with spiritual magic.

Hawkeye the demon scrutinized the painting in Professor's hands.

He believes that only Ranch will not tell him the answer.

Because he saw that Lance was entering the classroom with Huberlian, and the previous mental magic had also, to a certain extent, harmed Lance.

However, at that moment, Lance wore a kind smile on his face and said to the Hawkeye Devil:

"This was drawn by the professor."

"..."

All the demon students present knew that Lanchi was unlikely to have any good feelings towards the Hawk-Eye Demons.

Then.

This meaningless answering behavior.

This moment seems very unsettling.

Because it has gradually transformed a test of artistic appreciation or magical detection into a psychological analysis question!

Whether this statement is true or false, it takes the Eagle Demon to make a judgment!

Tomorrow's (Monday) update will be delayed to 12 PM due to shelving, with a total of four consecutive updates. So don't wait at 0 AM tomorrow~

(The End)

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