The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

っ?-?) Yawn~"

On the dressing bridge, Witt and Robert entered Traveler Street while yawning.

The two fought hard into the early morning last night, and barely got up until nine o'clock in the morning.

Did not go to the cafeteria to eat, but came to Traveler Street.

In the four days after Monday, they were trying their best to listen to the class, and finally they each had enough credits, so they wanted to pick a costume for the fancy dress party on the weekend.

Witte actually already has a Kamen Rider suit.

But the Kamen Rider suit was really too crude and shoddy, so much so that he now feels that he has been tricked by the Lyon senior.

Secondly, he once wore a Kamen Rider suit during a confrontation with that abnormal gentleman. In order not to reveal his identity, he wanted to buy another one that looked better.

"I heard that the three princesses will hide their identities and join the dance. Who can get the favor of any princess and dance with that princess when the bell strikes at twelve o'clock?"

Robert nagged casually as if he had nothing to say.

Witte raised his eyelids: "Not interested."

Robert again said: "Do you know about Halloween ghost hunting?"

Witte raised the spirit: "Of course I know, that's the best chance to get a lot of credits! With credits, you have everything!"

Robert smiled mysteriously: "Then you certainly don't know, who was the champion of the third grade last year?"

Witte was stunned: "Why specifically specify the third grade...Wait, wouldn't you say that last year's third grade champion was Pandora's senior sister?"

Robert proudly said: "Yes. Her name is clearly displayed in the prize showroom of the academy! How is it, are you motivated?"

Witte stood still suddenly: "Robert."

Robert: "Huh?"

Witte: "This year's first-year champion is ours!"

After that, the energetic Werther entered the velvet ready-to-wear store, a well-known store in order to make himself more graceful.

After a few minutes, they fled.

"Is this too expensive?"

"With all the credits used, what are we going to use to buy materials to strengthen ourselves?"

"Why don't you buy it next weekend?"

"Maybe this is a good idea."

"I'm a little hungry, Witt."

"Go find something to eat."

...

So Witt and Robert walked towards the street where the restaurants were crowded with sullen faces.

Inadvertently, the two passed by the Waltz Music Restaurant and saw the Dark Trio behind a layer of glass, and the high-quality ice cream in front of Diana and Rose.

"Guru~"

Witte swallowed and whispered, "Robert, how many credits are there for that chocolate strawberry honeydew three-layer cream top-flow ice cream?"

Robert: "It seems to be 19 credits..."

Witte: "Two lessons are coming soon!"

Robert: "Sucking~"

Witte; "Wait, wait, we will definitely be able to afford it after Halloween."

Robert: "Actually, we can afford it now."

Witte: "Don't make trouble, we will use the credits this time to buy materials."

Robert: "Actually, I have a compromise."

Witte: "Huh?"

...

Scott, who was leaning on the maple tree and pretending to read the newspaper, glanced at them inadvertently, and then sneered.

Among these two, one was the son of the brave, and the other... was the one he had tied up.

"Is he the follower of the son of brave? I thought he was someone who had nothing like me, and he had only left a little affection that night, if I had let me know..."

...

Duck sipped his ice cream.

He is in a good mood today. Although it is slightly different from the scheduled itinerary, he has finally gained something.

Diana and Rose frolicked while eating ice cream, gradually getting cream on the corners of their mouths.

Witte and Robert pushed in and ordered a 19-credit glass of ice cream and two spoons on the counter.

Duck was a little surprised to see the appearance of the two of them, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Duck, let's form a team for Halloween events!"

Diana and Rose also talked about the activities of the masquerade.

Duck wondered: "Is it still possible to form a team in the event?"

"Of course!" Diana stretched out her pink tongue and rolled up the white cream on the corners of her mouth, whispering, "I heard that high school students often do this. Teaming up can improve the efficiency of catching'ghosts', and the award is finally awarded. At that time, you can also gather the points you get to one person to compete for the grade championship!"

Duck was taken aback: "Isn't this cheating?"

Diana said in confusion: "But everyone does this!"

Duck showed a gentle smile: "So, do you know how many grade champions have been won in this way?"

Diana put the handle of the spoon against the dimple, thinking for a long time before saying: "It doesn't seem to be there."

Dark: "That's not right."

He lowered his head, took a mouthful of ice cream, and then said: "This fancy dress party can actually be regarded as a trial, just to test the results of the first two months of school. If I form a team with you, yours The trial effect will be greatly reduced."

Diana thought for a while and smiled: "Listen to you!"

...

It's about ten thirty.

Dak bid farewell to them in Diana's reluctant gaze, and then passed by the brave duo and out of the Waltz Music Restaurant.

He is very interested in the ghost hunting activities on Halloween, but it is mainly for credits. As for the grade champion, whoever wants it will be taken.

After a few minutes.

He walked out of the food court where the restaurant had been pushed and turned into an old sparsely populated street.

Traveler Street is not popular in all areas, and there are always some less popular shops that nobody cares about.

The store is also doing business, and if no one is here, it will inevitably close.

He had been here when he had not been familiar with the neighborhood before, but it was the first time that he came so proactively.

But people, there must be the first time.

Turning into the back of an unmanned old shop, Duck stopped, turned around, and silently counted three and two in his heart.

Then a person wearing a squid holster walked out from behind the wall.

Duck looked at the man carefully and curiously said, "So you followed me all the way because I love squid?"

Scott's voice became hoarse under the filter of the holster: "Damn it, it's not a squid, it's a squid!"

Duck shook his head: "Everyone is seafood, who is worse than who? To be straightforward, why follow me?"

Scott: "I didn't follow you."

Dark: "?"

Scott; "I just passed by a squid by accident."

Dark: "???"

Scott: "You are collecting love divination cards?"

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