There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"A two-handed sword, the user should be about 1.85 meters tall, and the main color should be black or dark blue. You can use whatever you want for the rest, as long as it's practical."

That being said, Domi is certain that he will add a lot of exclusive designs to it, so that the finished product will be both beautiful and practical without any special instructions.

Da Vinci roughly measured the crystal and said, "Such a large piece is definitely enough to make a two-handed sword. There will even be some left over. It would be a waste if it is not used..."

He thought about it, then looked at Domi and said, "Why not add it to your Darkmoon Slime Amulet? It might have an unexpected effect. Since you brought such high-end materials, I'll waive the modification fee for the amulet."

"Eh? Is it possible?!" Domi was overjoyed, "This is the best."

As he said this, he quickly took the necklace off his neck and handed it to Leonardo da Vinci with confidence.

"Got it. Go back and wait for three days. They will probably be almost done by then. If you want to stay at my place and watch them take shape in person, that's fine."

"Haha, forget it. Your place is dirty and smelly. Your friends might dislike you when you go back."

"Then go away and don't disturb me while I'm working."

"Okay, okay~"

Then Domi left Leonardo da Vinci's small workshop without even paying the deposit. The bond between the two was so indestructible and strong!

He returned to his dormitory in the college from the workshop area. He was supposed to go to school today, but since he was still on vacation, he naturally didn't have to go.

I thought I could leisurely reconnect with campus life, but I didn't expect that Naz would break into the door before I had even rested for half an hour:

"Duomi, you're finally back! Come with me to the classroom right now, there's something important that requires your presence!"

Nats didn't say what it was and Domi didn't bother to ask. Compared to what he had experienced, these few things that happened in the academy were basically nothing. No matter how big the incident was, it would be the same.

When they arrived at the familiar Class A classroom, almost everyone was already there except the two of them, including Edward and Argyle, who had just returned today. Seeing this, the two of them found their seats and sat down.

When Stewart saw that everyone was present, he said:

"Now that everyone is here, let's start this trial meeting."

A trial meeting? What is that?

Domi was full of questions, so he pointed to Argyle who was sitting at the front table.

He turned his head slightly and explained, “The so-called trial meeting is to judge one or more people in the class when everyone is present, and then hold a collective vote to decide the student’s fate based on the voting results.

However, since it affects the rights of others, there is a series of review processes, and it can only be implemented after all of them are qualified. This is what the so-called trial meeting is all about."

"That's it~"

By now, Domi had almost figured out who the entire Class A was going to kill.

Stewart: "Next, Mr. Schneier, please come to the stage..."

Chapter 222: The crowd is excited

Chapter 222-221- The crowd is excited

Schneier walked to the podium with a grim look on his face, like a sinner in the dock, but when facing his classmates below, he did not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment or regret, only unwillingness.

It seems that he doesn't feel ashamed at all for betraying his class...

Domi looked at him leisurely for a while, then glanced at Wilcoster beside him. Coincidentally, this guy also looked over, smiled, and nodded at him.

"This fence-sitter who never suffers any loss..."

No matter how much Domi wanted to get Wilcoster, the cancer, out of Class A along with Schnell, he still had to abide by the agreement. This was his bottom line. Otherwise, he would become the same as those guys he despised.

Then he nodded silently, indicating that he still remembered what happened.

At this time, Steward said with a serious face: "Schnell, all the evidence has proved that you openly betrayed the team during the qualifying competition and colluded with Class B to jointly deal with your own class. Do you have any excuse for this?"

Schneier suppressed all the emotions he had shown before and replied expressionlessly, "No."

"Everything I did was to gain more benefits for myself, and I admit it."

"Then do you know you are wrong?"

After all, Stewart is a teacher. As a teacher, no matter what kind of students he faces, he must do his best to correct their mistakes.

Schnell shook his head and said without any weakness in his tone: "I don't think there was any mistake in my behavior, let alone a cognitive error."

Is that really the case...

There was a trace of barely perceptible disappointment in Steward's eyes. He had the idea of ​​adding fuel to the fire and cleaning out all the bad guys in the class, and he had already implemented it when the teams were divided. However, he still hoped that even someone like Schneier could turn back from his mistakes, although the possibility was very slim.

"I understand. Then according to the collective will of the class, a vote will be held to expel you and Wilcoster. If the votes in favor exceed the votes against, you will be demoted to the lower-ranked Class B. Otherwise, you can continue to stay in Class A."

"Then let's get started. Please write down your choices on the paper in front of you and hand them up from the back..."

After a moment the voting was over, and Stewart turned each piece of paper with 'yes' or 'no' written on it and read it out to everyone.

"I agree..."

"I agree..."

"I agree..."

Everyone agreed, no one opposed. It seemed that everyone hated the betrayer.

"The results are out. I will report them to the higher-ups at the academy. Once the review is complete... you can report to Class B. I'm sorry."

Schneier smiled indifferently, and then said nothing more. He walked straight out of Class A's classroom, and then walked in the corridor where no one could see him, with his nails deeply dug into his palms, oozing blood.

The smell of blood was naturally caught by Domi's keen breathing, and he said disdainfully: "Heh, clown, you are far inferior to your father."

Domi is now on guard against Schlieffen, fearing that this guy might make a big splash if he doesn't make any.

"Okay, next one, Wilcoster, please come on stage."

Just as everyone was looking at the new target with disgust, Domi suddenly stood up:

"Before you judge Wilcoster, please listen to me..."

Domi recounted the original situation and the transaction with Wilcoster in detail.

"The situation was really urgent at that time. Even I wouldn't dare to gamble. If I was a few seconds late, it would be a waste of time, right?"

Steward nodded repeatedly after hearing this. In his opinion, Domi's choice at that time was very rational. It was more cost-effective to keep a tumor than to pull the entire Class A down from the altar. Besides, it was not unacceptable that Wilcoster only let Domi save himself instead of saving both him and Schnell.

But there were some people who were not happy about it, and they were the ones who were taking the knight course.

"This is an agreement between you and Wilcoster. What does it have to do with us?"

"That's right. Don't think you're the only one fighting. We're also fighting fiercely with the people in Class B in the rear battlefield. The sweat and effort we put in are no less than yours!"

"Why should you reconcile on our behalf?"

"Wilcoster must go with Schnell!"

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck off!"

Because of their fierce resistance, those who were originally persuaded by Domi began to feel that it was unfair.

Wilcost asked Domi to save him, but he didn't say he had to. Wouldn't it be fine as long as Domi took action but it didn't work?

But Domi knew that all of the above were sophistry and that things could not be calculated that way.

Wilcost looked at Domi in a disgraceful manner: "That's what they said, why don't you express your opinion?"

This look stimulated the students again.

A boy who was also sitting in the back row, who was tall and strong, stood up suddenly and said to Duomi:

"Captain Dominic, if you insist on saving Wilcoster, we will no longer listen to you. What he did is not worthy of you abiding by the agreement like an honest man!"

"And classmate York, he was forced to lie in the infirmary for a whole day because of those two people! Is this all over?"

He sighed and glared at Wilcoster with cold eyes. At that moment, he felt as if he was in an ice cellar, as if someone was holding a bloody blade at his neck.

This was just a warning, warning Wilcoster that it would be better not to do anything else.

Then he said loudly to everyone in the class: "Everyone, even if you give me face, how you deal with Wilcoster from now on has nothing to do with me."

At this time, Edward, Argyle, Naz, Ai Wei, and Nancy, as Domi's friends and relatives, took the lead in speaking out in support:

"I am against the expulsion of Wilcost."

"I object too."

"be opposed to."

York just folded his hands and said nothing.

Stewart was very pleased when he saw this, and reminded him, "This trial meeting can only be held after the next qualifying round."

It's only half a semester left, and there's only one day left until Wilcoster is expelled, the others thought. And since they could get a favor from Dominic by voting against, why not do it?

In this way, the voting was successfully completed. Except for the group of people who strongly opposed it from the beginning, everyone voted against it, and Wilcoster was indeed saved.

After the meeting, Wilcost wanted to find Domi to express his symbolic gratitude, but he didn't expect Domi to walk towards the back door and leave the classroom without even looking at him.

In the corridor outside the classroom, Domi called out to all those who had just voted against, including York.

York looked at Dominic coldly, not liking him for someone who would abandon honor for victory: "The meeting is over, what else do you want to do, Dominic?"

Duomi spread his hands and smiled: "I know you are all upset now, but I have an idea that can help you vent. Are you interested in listening?"

They looked at each other, and then chose to listen...

Chapter 223 Today, Wilcost needs more than anyone else

Chapter 223-222- Today, Wilcost needs redemption more than anyone else

After coming out of the teaching building, Wilcost walked alone on the road to the school gate. Today was really depressing.

Even though he was still smiling during the meeting, he was actually very unwilling in his heart because he had always been strong-willed. However, his family had taught him that only by enduring hardships can one become a superior person, and he should endure temporary failure, as as long as he did not die completely, there would be a chance to make a comeback.

For him, staying in Class A is his chance to make a comeback.

"I don't know how Schneier is doing. He's probably drinking alone in a bar right now. I should go talk to him..."

That's what he planned.

But just as he was walking on the forest path in the college, ten thousand big men suddenly jumped down from the treetops on both sides and surrounded him.

This group of bare-chested hunks wore cheap black stockings bought from the college supermarket. They poked three holes in the stockings to show their eyes and mouths, and then put them on their heads.

The abstractness of the image is unmatched in the world for the time being.

"you……?!"

The trick of putting stockings on the head might be useful to fool bank clerks, but it would not work in front of classmates who were with him day and night and saw him every day. Wilcost recognized these people at once. They were the group of ruffians on the knight's side of Class A!

"Are you crazy?!"

I saw that each of these guys was holding a rough wooden stick, with a weird smile on their faces, and the word "bad intentions" was almost written on their faces.

"Crazy? I think you are the crazy one, so we are kind enough to come and help you cure it completely~"

York, also wearing a black silk hood and holding a wooden stick, slowly walked out of the encirclement.

"You and Schnell really screwed me over in the qualifying match. Now, I'll pay you back! Go!"

"Do you think you can deal with me with a stick?" After saying that, Wilcoster was about to draw magic power and use magic to deal with this group of ignorant lunatics.

But the next second he was stunned. Why? Why was the magic power dormant as if it was hibernating? There was no way to squeeze out any of it!

In mid-air, where he could not see, several strings of the forbidden magic puppet had tightly entangled his body.

The criminals' eyes lit up. Dominic was right and had really made Wilcoster unable to use magic!

In that case...they won’t be polite!

Greeting with a dog-beating stick!

clap clap clap!

clap clap clap!

“Ah!!~~”

"Stop it, stop it! If you keep hitting me, someone will die!"

"At least don't hit my face!!"

"Ow~~~"