Chapter 724 “Request for Subscription” Dak Dak I You (4k)
During Dinner Break.
Dak arrived at Professor Shylph’s office.
After reaching his conclusion, he did not immediately seek out Professor Shylph, but unexpectedly, Professor Shylph found him first.
The black tea in his hand emitted white steam, with a sweet fragrance filling the air.
After setting down the teacup, Dak heard Professor Shylph ask, “What do you think about Wit Gold’s situation?”
It was indeed about this matter?
With such thoughts, Dak opened his mouth and said, “I need to observe further.”
The ability to see through people’s hearts couldn’t penetrate the surface consciousness and reveal the second consciousness.
To deeply understand Wit Gold’s “second consciousness,” the best method was to provoke it out.
Now, there was precisely such an opportunity right before them.
Neither side had confirmed the matter, both thinking the other had already noticed.
Professor Shylph tapped her fingers and said, “Be serious tonight.”
Dak was slightly taken aback and smiled, “Of course.”
From observing the last two rounds of the “Silver Cup,” he roughly grasped the behavior patterns of the “second consciousness.” For provoking it out, he felt somewhat confident.
But Professor Shylph looked up and said, “I know what you’re thinking. You know, Kazel is a good person.”
“Huh?” Due to the large leap between Professor Shylph’s previous two sentences, Dak was momentarily stunned.
The corners of Professor Shylph’s lips curled slightly, adding, “He’s not good at investigations.”
Dak pondered for a while and finally understood from Professor Shylph’s gaze that she was hinting that Professor Kazel didn’t have the typical RPG protagonist’s habits and wouldn’t rummage through things =.=!
In other words, Wit Gold likely still concealed many things.
Professor Shylph continued slowly, “After all, this person is Wit, and Ophelia is here now. We can’t act too overtly.”
Dak said, “I’ve been considering the purpose of the ‘third party’ helping Angus Jeffrey… Let’s not talk about this for now, but since there’s this premise, it indicates that the ‘third party’ participated in Angus Jeffrey’s experiments in the secret passage.”
“If Wit is truly the ‘third party,’ then the possibility of him holding more high-star Magic Spirit Cards—especially those related to demonic creatures—is very high.”
Professor Shylph nodded, “Overall, you can consider that he also has another deck.”
“I understand.” Dak nodded. Professor Shylph’s subtle reminder was still a warning to be cautious, to avoid any mishaps…
They then had a deep and concise exchange, reaching a highly synchronized consensus.
However, what Professor Shylph wanted him to do was something he had already planned on doing.
As he left the vice-principal’s office, Dak suddenly realized that the purpose of the “third party” helping Angus Jeffrey might just be to take advantage of him.
Although this reason seemed too straightforward, it was likely true. After all, Angus Jeffrey was indeed a wealthy person.
…
As evening approached, the cafeteria of Saint Maryann Academy was bustling with activity.
The development of today’s “Silver Cup” final round had already exceeded expectations, but the real hotspot was ignited by Wit Gold challenging Dak Demon during the champion interview.
Whether they were lower or upperclassmen, everyone was discussing this hot topic during their meal breaks.
“Wit Gold truly lives up to being the ‘Hero’s Child’!”
Someone sighed, without any sarcasm.
“I wonder how far Wit Gold can go?”
Someone questioned, also filled with hope.
“I really want to see Dak Demon’s expression. Is he in the cafeteria now?”
Someone was excited, secretly smiling in their heart.
In the area where the first-year students gathered, because the first-year students had yet to receive Christmas gifts from the math class assistant, they were very displeased about their professor being publicly challenged.
Not to mention the ongoing conflict between the Knight Academy and the Noble Academy, as well as the recent defeat of the Magic Academy (though it was only the second year), even the students from the Knight Academy were somewhat unhappy.
“That hero’s son is indeed very powerful, but why does he think he can compete with our professor?” Spike Leon said while eating meat.
“Yeah, yeah.” Nearby, a small magic instructor from the Knight Academy echoed.
“Our professor didn’t participate in the ‘Silver Cup’ main event because he didn’t want to bully them, right?” A girl from afar agreed.
Thus, the conversation spread, filled with condemnation towards the “Silver Cup” champion.
Compared to the first-year students’ preference for Dak Demon, the atmosphere among the second-year students was even stranger.
Though the Knight Academy students shouted loudly after Wit Gold won, they now felt slightly awkward when they calmed down.
Of course, they would support Wit outwardly, as he had just brought collective honor to them, so they couldn’t dampen his spirits.
However, when cheering for him, their enthusiasm was somewhat insincere.
As the discussion continued, the atmosphere among them gradually became tense.
“Students of the Knight Academy have courage, fearless of challenges.”
After accepting the fact that Wit had challenged Dak, they began to actively think about how to help Wit win.
However, the results were not very noticeable.
Wit, in the midst of it all, had a stern look, accumulating pressure from both outside and within.
Even before the duel began, he seemed to have already entered a state.
…
Dak came to the cafeteria a bit later.
After picking his food, he headed towards the area where many second-year students were, and saw Diana waving her hand.
“Dak Dak, here here!” Diana held a greasy fork in her hand.
Rose quickly patted her arm down, reminding her to mind her manners.
Dak walked over quickly and found Tudor, Pistons, and Eudora at the six-person table.
Missing one person, they could fill in perfectly.
Tudor and Pistons were very happy, as if all their afternoon gloom had dispersed, feeling completely relaxed.
After sitting down, Dak began chatting.
Soon after, a second-year student from the Magic Academy came over to cheer him on, which left him somewhat surprised.
…
Of course, not everyone believed in Dak. Wit Gold’s every duel had shown significant progress, especially his impressive performance in the final stages of the championship.
Among the upperclassmen, many who had lost to Dak in the “Golden Cup” preliminaries were saying examples like “Heroes break through in critical moments,” thinking Wit Gold had a chance.
“Heroes are invincible.”
While they discussed, someone nearby often interjected, “Have you forgotten Angus Jeffrey?”
Angus Jeffrey, the fifth-year student, had been defeated by Dak Demon not long ago.
But after such a short time, he seemed to have been forgotten.
…
The evening sky was like a turbulent flood, with waves of clouds outside the Saint Maryann dueling branch in the capital city. New carriages were continuously arriving.
The finals of the second-year “Silver Cup” did not attract these people, but the final interview had drawn them in.
Although Alvaraite was busy with work, it was already evening, and theoretically, working hours after that were considered overtime. She could find some free time easily.
Moreover, it was just a temporary visit to watch a duel, and she could even solve dinner inside the venue.
The person accompanying her was Janice from the “Pisces Palace.”
Due to recent heavy workloads and the absence of Claire, Janice, who was bored, had been pulled along as backup.
On the other side, Prince Charles, who was very interested in both the “Valkyrie’s Child” and the “Hero’s Child,” appeared quietly in the spectator area with Archbishop Gail Norris.
Princess Eliza did not come.
But Count Jeffrey, one of the thirty-two senators, arrived after receiving the news.
Regarding Dak Demon, who had repeatedly defeated his son Angus, Count Jeffrey finally took notice.
Thinking about Angus, who had been hiding in a corner after receiving treatment at home, Count Jeffrey’s face darkened.
Although he knew in detail that Dak had never deliberately targeted Angus, Angus was still his son.
He would not target Dak, but he was already considering how to condemn Saint Maryann Academy.
Saint Maryann Academy was a place that valued reason.
And now, he had the upper hand.
“Let me see what kind of quality Alvaraite’s treasure really is.”
He crossed his arms, leaning back against the chair, his face grim.
Shortly after, someone whispered in his ear.
He turned abruptly, seeing Prince Charles talking with Archbishop Gail Norris, and Alvaraite buying model Easter eggs after dinner.
Alvaraite had no special purpose; she had simply come to watch the duel to relax herself.
But Prince Charles and Archbishop Gail Norris were different.
Although the duel between Dak and Angus had been forgotten by many, it had long caught the attention of the Church of the Saints.
But due to Count Jeffrey being a staunch supporter of Prince Charles, the Church had not yet delved deeper.
However, the undercurrents were already surging.
…
No one had expected that a mere “Golden Cup” preliminary match would attract so much attention.
The Dueling Club, which had arranged this match unintentionally, was also somewhat astonished.
But the match truly began, with countless people watching both openly and covertly.
…
At 7:30 PM.
After re-entering the outdoor dueling arena, Dak Demon waved goodbye to Diana and others, then directly entered the competitor passage.
A little later, he sat down in a competitor rest room and began constructing his deck.
Although the match was soon to begin, he had prepared a plan in advance. Building a complete deck wouldn’t take much time.
In this situation, among the Magic Spirits gathered in the ring-shaped spectator seats, several selected Magic Spirits disappeared one by one.
First, the pink fluffy rabbit disappeared, then the pink fluffy rabbit, and so on.
With a sufficient number of “Bliss” Magic Spirit Cards, Dak could build a complete “Bliss” series deck.
After completing the construction, he began to enrich the mana in the Magic Cards that were not fully charged.
As mana slowly flowed into the cards, his mind gradually settled.
“It’s time to get serious.”
Even though he was using the “Bliss” deck.
…
On the other side, Wit Gold also found a competitor rest room to sit in.
Because there were few evening matches today, there was no one else around him.
Sitting on the windowsill, he looked up at the scene outside, his gaze sweeping across the bustling crowd of spectators, his eyes flashing frequently, sometimes clear, sometimes dark.
Wit Gold was not entirely unaware of his own situation.
However, with limited information, even if he sensed slight abnormalities, he attributed them to physical discomfort or something else.
“Huff!”
Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, Wit Gold reached into his card pack, preparing for the final adjustments to his deck.
After the emotional release following his victory, he had now completely calmed down, but the immense pressure weighed heavily on his shoulders, causing him to sweat.
Just as he was about to face Dak directly, he realized that in his heart, Dak had become a towering figure, unattainable.
But he would not be crushed by this pressure.
Climb to the peak!
…
“Welcome all viewers to Saint Maryann Academy’s dueling venue. Although Judy has many things she wants to say to you,
it seems that you, like Judy, are eagerly awaiting the upcoming duel.
So, in short, this ‘Golden Cup’ preliminary match… No, it’s the ‘Silver Cup’ follow-up match, officially begins.”
Judy’s voice echoed throughout the dueling arena, and she deliberately made her tone excited as she announced loudly.
“Let’s welcome the ‘Silver Cup’ champion—Wit Gold!”
Instant applause erupted.
Wit Gold walked out from the competitor passage, guided by staff members, and stepped onto the red side competitor platform.
Then the lights fell on him, and a giant projection appeared.
The audience’s cheers grew louder.
Earlier in the afternoon, he had accumulated a lot of popularity.
Next, Judy announced loudly again.
“The next to enter is our second-year top student—Dak Demon!”
Thus, the applause and shouts intensified even more.
Dak walked onto the blue side competitor platform, and faintly, he seemed to hear embarrassing remarks like “Dak Dak, I love you.”
He couldn’t help but blush.
