The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

***Edited by Kronost***

Dark didn't try to conceal it, in fact he couldn't hide it.

None of the people who could open a store on Traveller Street are ordinary people.

This old man may look kind, but once he walks out of Traveller Street, he may be a ruthless character.

Dark pointed directly at the hook and asked, "Grandpa, isn't this the Hook of Destiny from the legends?"

The old man stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "It's rare that someone as young as you can recognize it. Yes, its shape is indeed the same as the Hook of Destiny, mhm, the soul fishing one."

Dark was curious: "its shape?"

The old man nodded, took the rusty hook from the shelf and wiped off the dust on it.

Then he said: "Legend is a legend because it is illusory and unpredictable. If people really get their hands on it, how can it be worthy of the word legend? This hook was made by people to imitate the legend."

Dark nodded "ignorantly", a little curious: "Then grandpa, can it hook souls too?"

The old man glanced at him, and suddenly waved the hook forward.

"woosh!"

Dark shrank his head subconsciously, but the hook moved past his head.

The old man chuckled and said, "No, it can't hook souls; all it can hook away are some distracting thoughts."

"Distracting thoughts?"

Dark suddenly had an understanding and he couldn't but listen carefully.

Old man: "Come, let me show you... By the way, what is your name?"

Dark: "Dark, what about you."

The old man nodded: "Just call me Old John."

After speaking, he walked into the dimly lit shop.

Dark hesitated for a while, but followed.

Old John only lit up an oil lamp when he got inside.

The lights continued to diffuse, illuminating the entire store.

Old John took out a piece of sandpaper from the drawer and shook it in front of Dark: "polishing paper."

Then he rubbed the sandpaper on the hook for a while, and the old rust gradually fell off.

When he stopped rubbing, the "Hook of Destiny" had become brand new.

Dark was amazed.

"Look carefully!"

Old John looked at Dark, then suddenly picked up the hook, and poked his head with it!

The front half of the hook turned into a phantom when it touched the skin.

Then there was a transparent bubble that was hooked out of his head!

"Pa!"

Old John stretched out his finger to burst the bubble.

"Having no distracting thoughts feel so good~"

The old man had a refreshing look.

...

Dark couldn't help asking, "Can it hook out Thinking Substances in the mind?"

Old John nodded, and then threw the hook back to the shelf: "Old stuff, quality is not guaranteed, and you can't use it now. When you are in year five, if the hook is still here, I will sell it to you."

...

Dark's lips moved, but he eventually left the antique shop without saying anything.

In fact, he also knew that all such high-level items that involved the brain required a very strong ability to control.

It is the same as the magic brain dropper in his hand, but he only dared to use the safest "Dragonfly Touching Water method".

This imitation of the Hook of Destiny is very similar to the magic brain dropper, except that the latter could only extract thinking substances drop by drop, while the former could hook a lot of them!

That is too dangerous.

It is fine if it is just some distracting thoughts, but it could also probably take something important away.

"Year five?"

Dark couldn't help thinking.

"Do I still need it in year five?"

...

After buying a few blank magic cards and experimental materials, Dark left Traveller Street.

He still had thoughts about the Hook of Destiny, but only a little.

When he walked into the castle, a drop of rain fell quietly.

It's raining.

"Lucky!"

Dark stared up at the rain clouds that were gradually building up in the night sky, and couldn't help feeling fortunate.

...

Two days to the weekend.

Dark stayed either in the common room or in the library.

Occasionally, he went to Traveller Street, mainly to collect flower cards.

But the number of new flower cards didn't seem to be a lot, and the distributors seemed to have run out of them.

After he shopped around the traveler street, he only got three flower cards.

But he was not discouraged.

Since there were flower cards, he could ask other students to collect them.

It's just that this flower card always gave people an unreliable feeling, and maybe it would be invalid at some point.

After all, its power was borrowed from somewhere else.

Dark spent most of his time in the library studying theoretical knowledge related to thinking.

He found that his knowledge in this area was still too lacking. If he could study more thoroughly, he might be able to use a more ingenious method to extract more [Pride] and other deadly sins within a month.

Instead of just waiting for the next month as it is now.

...

Third week of November came in a blink of an eye.

In the first class on Monday morning, Professor Silver was still talking about the theoretical knowledge of sacrifice summoning. The students barely made it to the end of the class. But after the class, they suddenly all became active.

Even Dark also couldn't help smiling.

The next class was Professor Cazer's introduction to magic. Under the guidance of Professor Cazer, they would begin the production of the second magical spirit card in their lives.

Of course, there were people like Dark who had already made the second one.

Emma Mortis was one of them. When she was in the library, she occasionally summoned her second magical spirit.

It was a gold coin with wings, and its best skill was to play as a gold coin.

9:50.

Professor Cazer arrived in the classroom ten minutes early, but the classroom was already full of students.

He glanced at the enthusiastic students with satisfaction, and clapped his hands at the door.

Then two human-shaped muscle bumps came in carrying a big box.

"I need three students to help me distribute the materials."

After taking back the magical spirit, Professor Cazer spoke.

Emma, ​​who was always in the first row, stood up silently.

Two other girls also followed with a smile: "Let's help too."

No one knew when it started, but Emma's popularity began to increase.

...

"I don't think anybody in this room has forgotten it, right?"

Professor Cazer walked to the podium after the bell rang, still as polite.

"In this lesson, we will practice the basic refining method together. Don't belittle it just because of the word 'basic'. You know, for a long time to come, it will become the most commonly used method when you make magical spirits. Now open the textbook and review the specific steps of the basic refining method with me."

As soon as his voice fell, waves of complaining sound suddenly sounded towards the podium.

"Huh? Shouldn't we start production right away?"

"Professor~~~~~"

The little magisters were like being poured cold water abruptly when they were ready to start the production process.

The atmosphere in the entire classroom immediately became dispirited.

But of course Professor Cazer continued the class, ignoring them completely!

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