Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 76 - 67 Lanci’s Painting Class_1

Under Bachel’s guidance, they reentered the teaching area. Traversing spiral staircases layer by layer, their surroundings were filled with inky darkness. Gradually, a dim light illuminated their way. The spiraling stairs disappeared behind them, replaced by an old, stone corridor.

This initial corridor seemed to incubate everything in the teaching area. Limestone solidified on the stone walls, showcasing traces of time. The reflection of candlelight on the stone walls emitted a faint halo, and the air was filled with the scent of ancient rock and a slight dampness.

Each corridor had its unique mark - perhaps a certain carving, a worn-out spot, or even a singular metallic floorboards.

These minute differences were essential for Bachel in recognizing each corridor.

Lanci and Hyperion followed in Bachel’s footsteps, crossing corridor after corridor, slowly delving into the territory’s depths.

Finally, Bachel halted before an exquisite and small wooden door.

On the door, three demon markings were inscribed.

"This is rumored to be a painting classroom, one of the scarce Level 3 difficulties in the art category," Bachel explained to the two.

Upon hearing this, Hyperion instinctively took a step back. It seemed that she was somewhat traumatized.

Now, she saw art from the Demon World as somewhat frightening.

She still had yet to forget the Level 2 Music class from before.

However, in any case, the Music Rhythm Magic matched Lanci’s forte, his fundamental magic card [Great Love Poet] was a musical rhythm magic summon.

And this time, they had encountered a higher difficulty - the painting classroom.

"How are you Lanci... with painting?" Hyperion asked, looking at him.

"I know a thing or two," Lanci replied with a composed smile.

"Hmm," Hyperion let out a sigh of relief.

Although she did not know how confident Lanci was, she trusted him enough.

Leading the way by pushing the door open, Lanci entered the classroom that looked rather refreshing, followed closely by Hyperion.

The interior of the classroom was circular, the walls were made of grey stone and murals. There was no traditional front or back direction, but all the seats were arranged around the central round table forming a complete circular viewing angle.

This design allowed the teacher to interact with each student more easily and the students to discuss more conveniently.

It is the most normal classroom Lanci has seen so far.

[Seminar: Demon World Art Appreciation]

[Location: F17 corridor, Art storage & research room]

The grey stone wall had clear text written on it.

A magic artisan echoed Hyperion’s concerns.

"Definitely, but no matter how much torment, I still want to see the Great Love Poet. She is so pretty, I really want to..."

"Cough! One should not, and must not fall in love with a Magic Card! You must read through Professor Bolao’s "Card Maker’s Code of Ethics" again!"

"If you don’t understand how to appreciate art, how on Earth can you tell the difference?"

The magic artisans in front of the screen began to discuss after hearing the rules.

However, on the other side of the room, a young man sitting on a couch pointed and said:

"In addition to the difference in skill level, the ink on the painting should leave a trace of magic power. If you have the ability to precisely identify magic power, you can detect the magic power characteristics of the painter. If you answer a few questions, based on the previous answers, you would gradually remember the magic power characteristics of several professors of the academy, and subsequent identification will become easier and easier."

"The real difficulty of this classroom lies in the first few questions at the beginning of the first round, which undoubtedly poses the greatest risk, because there is no information to act as a basis, one can only rely purely on analyzing painting techniques or taking a chance."

The words of the young man made the second-year students who sat in the front seats come to a realization.

"As expected of Prince Aynor!"

The second-year students turned around and gave the young man sitting on the couch a thumbs-up.

The young man on the sofa, who also happened to be the Second Prince of Hutton Kingdom, Aynor, grinned in response.

He didn’t seem to have any of the typical noble airs about him, looking just like an ordinary member of the upperclassmen.

"Didn’t Princess Vivian say that this guy named Lanci is very good at appreciating paintings? Then won’t he thrive in this classroom?"

A silver-level card maker girl was still accompanying him and asked Aynor.

"No, no, the difficulty is very high. The art style of the Lost era in the Demon World is quite unfamiliar to us humans. Even for those four sample paintings, even if I were to come forward and appreciate them, I wouldn’t be so certain."

Aynor frowned slightly, pondering for a moment.

"If you were to appraise the next painting, what’s the likelihood of answering correctly?"

The girl stared at Aynor’s handsome face, which rivaled that of a hermit from outside the world, and asked.

"Full fifty percent."

Aynor confidently replied.

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The girl was taken aback.

She mused that isn’t it at least a 50% chance of guessing correctly in a multiple-choice question?

She then endured her anger, gritting her teeth, her fists tightly clenched.