Chapter 203

It was impossible for him to be on the same side with Scott.

Robert was born in a military family and grew up among a bunch of veterans. The education he received was to distinguish between gratitude and resentment, to avenge grudges, and to do what should be done, without so much nagging and complaining.

It was just that since the beginning of the school year, he and Witt had always been inseparable. Now that the road was open and they were walking on their own, it was a bit lonely.

He came to the tower of the Knights' Courtyard and nodded to the statue of the knight stationed in the tower. The old knight smiled kindly and opened the tower door.

Robert walked into the common room, watched chess for a while next to the two seniors, and then couldn't help but click a few words, and was driven away.

He slid up the stairs with a laugh, opened the door to enter the dormitory, and then sat by the bed for a long time.

"What is Witt doing now? Is it fun to be with Scott and the others? By the way, what is the name of that cult?"

He muttered all kinds of questions, and it took him a long time to remember that he should take a shower.

But after taking a shower, he had nothing to do.

He had no choice but to take out the magic chess that he bought on the first trip to Traveler Street, play with the chess pieces, and then play chess with himself.

In the past, he could play for a long time by himself at home.

But tonight, for some reason, he got tired after ten minutes.

"What's going on..."

"Why is it so boring..."

"What else is interesting?"

The 12-year-old boy learned to be sentimental for the first time.

Then he suddenly realized that he had nothing except magic chess!

...

"If it was Witt, what would he do?"

"What if it was Dak? What about Emma?"

"What do they do when they are alone?"

Robert couldn't help but start thinking.

Imitation is the nature of intelligent life.

Especially in childhood.

When personality and habits have not yet been formed.

It is easy to be influenced by people around you.

Robert couldn't think of what Witt would do, but he thought of what Dak and Emma would do as soon as his eyes turned.

[Read a book! ]

A strange voice sounded quietly from the bottom of his heart.

"Read a book!"

Robert suddenly had the urge to read a book.

He stood up suddenly and walked to the desk.

Then he was suddenly stunned!

"No books!"

Except for textbooks, he had no books!

[Textbooks are fine! ]

"Forget about textbooks."

Robert shook his head and shrank back into bed.

"So boring..."

[Fuck! ]

...

The cult has a gathering tonight.

There are two purposes for the gathering.

One is that Witt and the other two have just returned from the secret passage, and the rest of the cult wants to hear their adventure stories.

This kind of activity of gathering together to listen to stories seems ordinary, but it is very rare for the cult members, and they also want to experience that feeling.

The other purpose is to give the cult a name.

New year, new atmosphere, no one likes to stay in the dark all the time.

The members of the cult reached a consensus that they should change their appearance in the new year and come to the stage as a club.

In order to achieve their goal, they first need a flag.

Now this flag is there.

Then we need a name.

Before, although they all called themselves the Goddess Cult, they had not actually been officially named.

And that name could no longer be used.

We must have a new name that can be recognized by the school!

...

[Two-in-one 4000 words! ]

[① Collect a name for a cult]

[② Collect a leather case for Witt]

Chapter 220 Dark Dimon: Kindergarten Principal (4k)

Late at night...

After Dark had taken care of everything, he got into bed, took the notebook beside the bed, and opened it on the quilt.

Except for Tailmon and Impmon, the rest of the magic elves came over.

Including Cats and Cats, who squeezed next to Dark with a curious look on their faces.

Dark started from the beginning, comparing it with the treasure map in his hand, and recalling the landscape corresponding to each landmark.

Because it was just a sketch, many landscapes that needed color to show up seemed relatively ordinary.

But the magic elves were in a stage where they were curious about everything and they were all enjoying watching.

Only Impmon and Tailmon, who had been accompanying them all the way, were on the bird stand and the top of the cabinet, overlooking the crying magic elves.

Their eyes were full of superiority.

After turning to the last dragon cave map, Dark looked at the magic elves around him and suddenly felt like telling stories.

So he took a pen and told stories while drawing.

They were all familiar fairy tales, interspersed with a few educational fables.

Gradually, Dark found that they listened more and more seriously, more seriously than when they were looking at the landscape map.

An idea quietly emerged in his mind.

…

The next morning.

Dark didn't know when he fell asleep. Anyway, when he woke up, he found that the quilt was bulging, filled with cute little magic elves.

Even Tailmon, who sometimes seemed to be very unsociable, curled up beside him, looking very cute with his fur.

Dark got out of bed as carefully as possible, washed up, and began to prepare for today's schedule.

There were still three days before the end of the holiday.

During these three days, he did not plan to do any more academic research. "Fusion", "Zoo" and Alvette's Alchemy Array were all put aside for the time being.

Regarding the Alchemy Array, he still needed to confirm with the professors, but now the professors were still busy with vampires, so it was not the right time.

In short, everything would continue after school started.

These three days were just the right time to relax.

"So, who will go out with me today?" Dark sat down and said to his own magic elves.

Ten magic elves, except for Impmon squatting on the bird stand with a smug look on his face, the rest of the magic elves lined up in front of Dark, looking forward to it.

Dark gave them a place to accompany them, but they needed to fight for it themselves.

"Busy!"

Ditto was the first to speak.

However, it held the garbage slime high above its head, indicating that it would help its baby fight for this place!

But the garbage slime slipped quietly from its hands like jelly...

Ditto covered his head and pretended that nothing had happened.

Among Dark's magic elves, Trash Slime is the only one that doesn't have much self-awareness, so it is naturally excluded from the competition for the quota for this trip.

Among the remaining eight magic elves.

Ditto expressed no interest.

Ball Sea Lion would rather stay in the bathtub.

Huhu is very confident in his movement speed and wants to bask in the sun on the balcony.

In the end, there are only five magic elves left.

They are: Eevee, Wrestling Hawkman, Tailmon, Sylveon and Milky Can!

"Boo-boo-boo!"

Just as Eevee was about to raise his hand, Sylveon hung him up with ribbon tentacles.

As the evolution of Eevee, Sylveon undoubtedly has a strong deterrent power like an older sister in front of Eevee.

So the number of competitors -1.

"Yoshi!"

Seeing that the number of competitors is getting smaller and smaller, Wrestling Hawkman immediately raised his chest and slapped it hard, saying that he has nothing but brute force!

As long as you bring it with you, you can give it anything you want!

Perhaps this is the confidence of fighting-type Pokémon...

Unfortunately, before it could show its strength, two ribbons dropped from the air, one on the left and one on the right, and suddenly lifted it up.

"Lucy!"

But Wrestling Hawkman was not as weak as Eevee. It immediately gathered its strength and struggled hard. For a while, it was entangled with Sylveon.

On the other side.

Tailmon still stood aside with an indifferent look on his face.

Milkman looked around and suddenly found that there was no opponent. He happily came to Dark's feet and raised his head to call softly.

Tailmon looked at the shameless cow and his mouth twitched.

Seeing that the position was lost, Sylveon suddenly exerted force and threw Wrestling Hawkman away. He jumped up and grabbed Dark's other knee.

Dark touched the heads of the two magic Pokémon and smiled helplessly.

"Then add one more spot. Impmon, count the items everyone wants to buy."

Eight o'clock in the morning.