Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1091 - 777 Lanci Dislikes Others Taking His Seat

She thought to herself.

She had once been completely baffled by the exam paper, relying entirely on Lanci beside her to save her.

But now, she truly knew how.

Until she saw the final challenging question.

[Tenth Question (15 points): Please write out the magic techniques that can be used when handling rare materials, which can achieve the following effects:]

[1. Make the magical beast’s fur slightly harden or soften]

[2. Make the magical beast’s sharp fur quickly shed]

[3. Change the color of the magical beast’s fur]

Even for such a challenging question that the examiners did not expect students to answer, she actually knew it.

After all, she had a Magic Card.

[Elegant Modeling]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Holy]

[Attribute: Alchemy/Poison]

[Class: 4]

[Effect: Limited to targets touched, modify hair style, capable of shedding hair, changing its color, making it slightly harder or softer.]

[Note: This hairstyle doesn’t suit you, let me help you change it.]

All she had to do was copy the principles of magic technique from the Magic Card.

Although she had never used this card before and didn’t want to, it was a gift from Lanci, so she always carried it with her.

And it was compiled by the Great Demon Clan’s Talia in a neat format, Huebelle felt even the model answer might not be as good as what she had written.

She never thought the day would come when it would actually be useful.

Huebelle began to write earnestly.

"Quiet! All students stay in place and don’t move!"

The examiner’s voice whipped through every nerve of the Demon Magic-text Demon Race’s students.

Huebelle sensed the sudden change in atmosphere.

She discreetly glanced at the surrounding demon students, their eyes flickering with panic and unease, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads, their limbs trembling uncontrollably.

She too performed a subtle expression of confusion, perfectly blending in with the state of the other students.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hide.

If the situation turned bad later, she would just run away again; the two fifth-order examiners wouldn’t notice her disappearing into thin air.

But such continuous identity changes within the labyrinth of Purgatory Corridor, being searched and surrounded, would sooner or later lead to her capture, and the exit of Purgatory Corridor Academy must have already been sealed.

But no need to panic, this was her home ground, even an eighth-order would find it difficult to catch her in the Corridor in a short time.

Huebelle told herself.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The silence in the exam room became increasingly suffocating for the Demon Race students.

Suddenly, the classroom door was violently pushed open, and several black-coated Demon Officers filed in, their presence emanating a chilling magic power, their gazes cold as blades.

The leading officer, without a word, went straight to the examiner and whispered something.

The examiner’s face instantly turned even more shocked; he nodded forcefully and then turned to face the entire classroom.

And at that moment, not even the examiner noticed that the seat belonging to one female student had already become empty.

...

Top floor of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The heavy oak door made a low creak as it was gently pulled, a sound that had been smoothed by the years, then the door of the Principal’s Office closed automatically.

"Princess... didn’t expect me to come personally, did you? I must really love you to come all the way from the Demon King’s Castle for you."

Blasphemous Lord Melogast pushed open the heavy oak door, walking into the historically rich office, he chuckled.

His appearance brought a sinister chill, lowering the temperature of the entire space by several degrees.