The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

No wonder this devilish student looked so eager to kill me.

Dekan thought to himself.

Ah, such merit is immeasurable.

The Buddha said, "It is not immoral to harm evil spirits."

What kind of classroom is that up ahead?

Dekan pointed ahead and asked.

They are now standing in a rather stylish corridor.

Classic oil lamps illuminated the lifelike portraits of demons along the corridor, creating an atmosphere that was both terrifying and elegant.

As you move forward, you can see a carpet with an ornate pattern that stretches to the end of the road.

If I'm not mistaken, it's probably an art classroom.

Dekan should be quite good at games related to drawing.

The devilish student: "It's a cooking class."

Dekan: "???"

Is it really necessary to make the decorations around the cooking classroom so stylish?

Is this what they call an upper-class devil?

"Fine, this one will do."

There aren't many demon students scouting the area anymore; continuing any further would be too dangerous.

Dekan walked straight toward the classroom at the end of the carpet.

The demon student tried to turn and run away as quickly as possible, to get away from these two jinxes, but found that Cornelia showed no intention of letting go.

Gradually, it turned into a grappling position where she grabbed the demon student's arm and dragged him forward.

"Classmate, it's fate that we met, come with us."

Dekan said with a smile.

That smile sent chills down the spines of the devilish student.

You guys want to use me as cannon fodder, don't you!

018 Cornelia is helpful.

Dekan definitely needs a sacrificial lamb to test the mechanics.

So Dekan and Cornelia, one on each side, escorted the demon student to the classroom at the end of the corridor.

It felt like escorting a condemned prisoner to the execution ground.

They pushed open the relief door, which was a work of art.

A magnificent scene, like a work of art, instantly came into their view.

This classroom is more like a banquet hall than a cooking classroom or kitchen. Its style is similar to the outside corridor, giving it a very formal, banquet-like feel.

The bright lights were warm and soft, and the silver candlesticks and crystal chandeliers gleamed in the firelight.

The reliefs on the walls are magnificent, and a grand Baroque-style long table sits in the center of the room.

"Welcome to the cooking class. I am your teacher, Baron Bachel, and I cordially invite you to my dinner party!"

A deep sound filled the classroom, and then the door slammed shut.

Dinner?

So, the Demon Academy has classes at night?

Dekan looked in the direction of the sound.

At the far end of the classroom stood a male demon with a gloomy face, dressed in a magnificent black suit.

He bowed gracefully to the three guests, then rotated his wrist so that his palm was facing upward, pointing to the oak carved dining chairs at the edge of the long table, gesturing for the three to take their seats.

She seemed to have none of the airs of a teacher.

Although the teacher's words and actions were quite friendly, Dekan knew that it was all fake.

Because the murderous intent in Baron Batchell's eyes was completely undisguised.

The demon students captured by Cornelia were already trembling uncontrollably, instinctively fearing Baron Bachcher.

At Dekan's signal, Cornelia led the demon students to sit on the left side of the dining table.

Dekan then sat down on the right, directly opposite Cornelia.

Seeing that the three students had taken their seats, Baron Bachcher smiled with satisfaction.

He turned around, walked to the back of the classroom, and slowly pushed out a small silver food cart.

Three plates of food covered with silver dish covers were placed on the food cart.

Today's lesson is: Food Appreciation.

"I have prepared your meal. I hope you are satisfied."

Baron Bachcher, like a butler, pushed the small serving cart to the edge of the long table and picked up one of the plates.

"but,"

Baron Bachcher's tone shifted, becoming somewhat high-pitched, like that of a proud and neurotic artist.

"After you have finished your dinner, you will need to tell me about the ingredients and seasonings used in your dinner."

"This is exactly the question for today's cooking class."

"A good chef is one who can resonate with gourmets."

"If you can answer more than 80% of the questions correctly, it proves that you are my honored guests and also excellent students in the cooking class."

"But I would be very sad if I answered incorrectly."

"We have no choice but to punish you accordingly..."

At this point, Baron Bachcher could no longer suppress a smile.

The desire to kill was almost directly displayed on his face.

"..."

Listening to him speak, Dekan really wanted to slap him twice!

The truth will be revealed in this picture.

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't defeat Baron Bachcher for the time being, Dekan would have already called Cornelia to take him down.

"So, which of you three will start first?"

Baron Bachcher glanced at the three students at the table and asked with a somewhat sinister smile.

The huge classroom was completely silent.

After leaving the examination hall, even Cornelia realized that these demons' games were all deadly...

This is no romantic candlelight dinner, but a slaughterhouse on the edge of a cliff!

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Are there no students who are willing to participate? Then I will make the selection."

Baron Bachcher seemed somewhat impatient, and said with a slight frown.

However, just as he finished speaking...

The demon student next to Cornelia slowly raised his hand.

This made Baron Bachcher's expression turn delighted.

The demon student stared wide-eyed at Cornelia beside him in disbelief.

His eyes were filled with doubt.

Cornelia grabbed his elbow and forcibly lifted his hand up for him!

He broke out in a cold sweat and glanced at Baron Batchell.

Baron Bachcher's gaze was already fixed on him.

He's basically dead.

Then, the demon student looked at Dekan, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, with a face full of grief and indignation.

Even in death, one should die with some understanding.

Although this girl is terrifying, she's not that bad at heart.

It must have been that despicable guy on the other side who gave her instructions!

Dekan looked away, pouting as if he were whistling.

He had indeed given Cornelia a meaningful look: he repeatedly glanced at Cornelia and the demon student's elbows, and Cornelia quickly understood Dekan's meaning.

You really are a bastard!

The devilish student screamed in despair.

He was in pain, he was filled with grief and indignation, but he was helpless; all he could do was fear.

"Then you're the one!"

Baron Batchell was pleased that a student had finally volunteered.

He strode over to the demon student, placed the plate in front of him, and removed the plate cover.

A plate of braised meat, fragrant with cantaloupe, lemon, and a hint of smokiness, accompanied by a small amount of seasonal vegetables, appeared before the devilish student.

"Come on, please have a meal."

Baron Bachcher took two steps back, giving the demon student a more comfortable space.

Upon hearing this...