After a day of rest on Sunday, students at Homemonworth will have another day of exams on Monday.
There were still twenty minutes left before the exam. Griffith was flipping through the textbook by the window sill outside the exam room, trying to remember two more words. The biting north wind made him grin, but when he thought about the possibility of being ridiculed by those bad guys when he entered the examination room, he could only endure it.
The sky is full of flickering, vast little gray fragments, flying between the pillars, landing on the shoulders, and hitting the face wetly. The world is gray. Griffith looked at the textbook and then at the timer on the wall. Students from the Magic Department passed slowly across the garden, and familiar figures flashed past among the branches and falling snow in the distance, which made him jump with fear.
"Morning, Griffith~" Galadia came to her side, making Griffith jump. "Did you have fun yesterday?"
"Not bad, eh." Thinking of Sunday's party, Griffith felt a little embarrassed and solemn.
The elf looked at his frowning eyebrows in confusion, took out a paper bag from his pocket and stuffed it into Griffith's hand: "Don't be nervous, I will help you with your tutoring during the winter vacation! As long as you pass the make-up exam, everything will be fine. of!"
Have you already acquiesced that I will fail? Griffith wanted to complain, but was not in the mood. He looked at the paper bag in his hand, and the familiar fragrance had captured his soul.
"This is for you to eat! Look~" Galadia unfolded the paper package, broke off a piece from the large chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, "Does it taste good?"
It has a silky texture that is completely different from the past, like satin, and the sweetness is rich and mellow. Just a small piece will leave you with endless aftertaste.
"Oh——!" Griffith felt like he was going to shine. Such a rich and long-lasting taste is comparable to eating cocoa crisp for the first time.
Miss Elf watched him licking his fingers with satisfaction and raised her chin: "On Frost Festival, the principal will hold a dance..."
As she spoke, she broke off another piece and blocked the mouth of Griffith who was about to mutter.
The dense fragrance once again surrounded the knight, and there was also the heart-stopping touch of thin cold fingers among the silky smoothness. Griffith took the opportunity to carefully lick the girl's fingers with his tongue and curl them.
"Ah, you hate it~" Galadia quickly retracted her hand, "I saw you are on the list. You can bring a dance partner."
Griffith immediately started shouting.
"Please be my dance partner!"
"Okay~" Galadia nodded, put her slender hand in her boyfriend's hand and let him shake it, and happily went to her classroom.
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The exam on Monday lasted all day again, and it was already dark when I handed in the paper. There are more subjects in Toral's courses than there are students in Magic Science. In order to answer the questions in a hurry, everyone has almost no time to eat and rest. Griffith was reluctant to eat the chocolate given by Galadia, and was so hungry that he felt dizzy.
A group of Shutorals walked crookedly towards the dormitory, as if they had just crawled out of the cemetery.
Ophelia held Kurala's arm and leaned close to her: "I'm going to starve to death, my stomach is perforated, and I can't walk. Who can carry this weak me~"
Kulala pushed her away hard: "Don't press me. Isn't your mount right here?"
Midian Maier touched his empty pockets: "The restaurant has been closed long ago, and the access control time is almost up. Who still has it? Come down here, who still has food reserves?"
"Come on, let's go to the school gate to buy a lamb and roast it." Lana suddenly became energetic. "It's so late and so cold. It's time to go to bed. Guys, I'm very free!"
"That's right!" Nona agreed, "Now it's our time. Let's roast a lamb and drink the wine from the dried fish! The exam is finally over. I love freedom!"
This good suggestion attracted a burst of approval. Griffith groaned and was about to count the money for the drinks with everyone, when he suddenly saw a ball of pale gold shaking around the corner.
Sonia was wrapped in a thick woolen cloak and was standing in the corner, with snow falling on her hair, and her pretty face turned white from the cold. She was breathing into her little hands, and when she saw everyone coming over, she quickly forced out a smile.
"Good evening, Griffith~
"Good evening, everyone."
"..."
The noisy group suddenly fell silent.
"I seem to hear the air freezing!" Kurala whispered, "Everyone, hurry up and leave."
"Yes, everyone, let's disperse," Lasalle nodded stiffly, "I mean, 'everyone'."
Lana and Murat each gave Griffith a kick, kicked him out of the crowd, and then fled without a trace.
These shameless traitors, ungrateful robbers! Griffith cursed the hateful classmates in his heart, and hurried to Sonia, took off his cloak and put it on her, and walked with her towards the dormitory.
The countess walked beside Griffith and said softly: "The principal invites you to the Frost Festival dance. You can bring a dance partner..."
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What a good thing!
The Frost Festival Party is coming soon. This year's situation has never happened before. Griffith is like a piece of bread sandwiched between two slices of cheese, with nowhere to escape.
Griffith hid in his wine cellar and wanted to be quiet. He summoned the clone controlled by Minos and stared at this guy who looked exactly like himself for a while.
This thing looks just like the real thing, and it has been blended into his blood, achieving maximum simulation in all aspects such as demeanor, smell, and eyes. Griffith also planned to have it attend tea parties on his behalf or help him cheat on exams.
However, after all, Minos was not himself, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking. Expressing complex thoughts required Griffith himself, who was not far away, to use his psychic powers to issue instructions, and he had to do everything slowly.
If Minos was allowed to act on his own... this ring was not a living person, and his way of thinking was completely different. In case Galadia or Sonia ask whether their Frost Festival dress looks good, Minos will say:
"The organism has a long genetic sequence and too many useless reproduction fragments. It is recommended to decompose it and supply it to the army..."
Ouch! I'm afraid I won't be sunk into the sea with this piece of shit.
Griffith held his head and rolled on the floor of his moonshine warehouse.
"Minos has detected extremely violent mood swings," at this time, Bone Ring suddenly said, "Your Excellency, the second-level assault squadron leader, please submit a battle report so that Minos can provide assistance."
"ha?"
Griffith stopped rolling. Such proactive actions by Minos were rare and had almost no precedent.
"Why did you take the initiative to contact me?"
"Minos, collect the essence and assist the holder to evolve to a more advanced life form. Your outstanding achievements have significantly enhanced Minos' power, and an advanced tactical control plan has been implemented."
"In other words, your intelligence has improved," Griffith thought for a moment, "then can you imitate my thinking habits and action patterns to a high degree? Act independently in my name."
"The plan cannot be implemented. Minos is not equipped with an organic emotion module," Minos replied. "We have found a high-level psychic resonance plan among the available options. It is recommended to try it."
Griffith immediately reproduced some mysterious knowledge in his mind. He can place part of his consciousness on Minos to control it over long distances and for long periods of time.
"It sounds like you can give it a try, but what are the risks?"
"The high-level psychic resonance plan requires opening consciousness to Minos and authorizing the organism's emotional module authority, but this module is not actually installed on Minos," the ring explained. "The existence of the high-level psychic resonance plan is influenced by Minos." The risk of built-in information bundle effects.”
In this way, Galadia and Sonia's requirements can be met...
Moreover, this seems to greatly enhance the tactical value of Minos, and I can completely entrust it with dangerous tasks...
Griffith was very curious. He concentrated his psychic energy, concentrated his consciousness, and slowly touched the core of Minos. Soon, he did find the ring and the clone's unique psychic ripples.
The soulless empty eyes and body shine at this moment!
Griffith found that he seemed to be in the void. Near him, there was a ball of flame-like light. If he looked closely, he could vaguely see a very small array of dots making up the flame.
That was the bone ring clone who shared his will and thoughts.
This wonderful experience has never been experienced before. Griffith discovered that he had an extra body, so coordinated and unified that he could share information and take action without orders!
Before he could be happy, an empty confusion suddenly seized him. It was as if a huge black hole had opened in the depths of Minos, sucking his consciousness in little by little. He was lost in two bodies, almost unable to tell which one was his.
At this moment, he felt a powerful, nameless aura surging in the darkness.
Griffith heard a sound again, very close, like a thousand claws scratching the blackboard, sweeping past him. What followed was a cold and chaotic aura, which made people's hair stand on end and their hearts trembling with fear.
Every time the sound gets closer, the temperature drops a little. The candlelight in the room cast a huge shadow. It was staggering in size, dragging its huge body and squirming in an inhuman form, snaking from the shadows of the steps to the roof and skylight.
Snapped! "
Something slapped Griffith hard, knocking him to the ground. The clone of Minos on the side was also attacked and disintegrated instantly. The terrifying feeling of being about to be swallowed disappeared.
"What are you doing?"
Griffith looked up and found Miss Lover standing barefoot on the basement floor looking at him. His long hair hung down around his smooth ankles, attracting all his attention.
"Good evening, Mr. Death Knight, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Griffiths not answering, Miss Lover asked again.
Griffith hurriedly climbed out and tidied his clothes.
"Good evening, Miss Lover, how can you leave Silver Moon Tower?"
"Generally speaking, it's not possible, but my divination revealed that you will kill yourself if you don't go out tonight, so I can only reluctantly come to see you."
Indeed... I ignored the danger of Minos. Galadia had warned me a long time ago. I actually knew it myself, but I just couldn't help it...
With a face full of shame, Griffith explained his actions just now to the mistress of Silver Moon Tower, preparing to accept criticism.
"So that's it~" Miss Lover first looked at Griffith's brewed pumpkin wine, poured herself a glass, and tapped Griffith's forehead, "You have been blinded by greed. You may have heard of Bar,
"After a powerful psychic user is annihilated, his soul or consciousness after death will go to a special place in the spiritual world, where it will merge with the vast sea of psychic energy.
"If the soul can be preserved, then there is still a possibility of invading the host. This is an extremely dangerous thing. Once it fails, the result will be that the soul is torn to pieces and completely sinks into chaos waiting to dissipate.
"Strong spiritual energy can certainly improve the success rate of soul possession to a certain extent, but the degree of improvement is limited.
"Even if the invader trying to transfer the soul is a demigod and the host is a mortal, during the soul transfer process, if the host has a mature and strong self-awareness and is determined to resist, the demigod's intention will easily fail.
"In order to solve this problem, there are usually three ways. One is to invade the body of the dying or newly dead body and fuse it when the host's self-awareness is greatly weakened; the other way is to integrate into the newborn baby and slowly grow ."
"Oh -" Griffith nodded with understanding.
"Oh what, you idiot!" Miss Lover said reproachfully, "The third way is to gradually let down the host's guard, make a promise to him when he is desperate, and let him hand over himself willingly.
"And just now, you actually opened your consciousness to the creation of the unknown Mr. Hermit. What happened to you recently? Did your date not go well? Was your relationship frustrated?"
