The Villain Master Only Wants To Live A Buddhist Life

At least this [Garbage Slime], even though it's called "garbage", is actually not... Well, it's still very garbage.

Anyway, it's not useless.

Both offense and defense are 0, and it seems that it is not suitable for a duel at present, but the nirvana [Enhanced Stomach Acid] can obviously be used to dispose of garbage.

Instead of "Trash Slime", Dak prefers to call it "Trash Can Slime"!

"Magic call!"

After using the usual summoning technique to summon the trash slime, Dak successively tried to strengthen [Arrogance 1], [Arrogance 2] and [Bliss 1].

It was found that, perhaps because the brain structure of Junk Slime is too simple, it cannot show the symptoms of "arrogance" and "bliss".

And the level of intelligence has not increased significantly.

According to the usual rules, the standard intelligence level of a magic elf should be 2.0.

But the intelligence level of this trash slime seems to be between 1.0-2.0, which is only slightly stronger than that of Paramecium.

It understands commands, but reacts very slowly.

It's as if there is a delay of more than 1000.

I don't know if it's because of some mistakes in the refining process?

But Dak was relieved when he thought of the cat hair and nails he had thrown into the No. 1 formation.

Magic technology is a new age technology developed on the shoulders of alchemy, and it naturally inherits a certain degree of "equivalence principle".

As for the unequal part.

Magisters often jokingly call it: "Stealing from the door of truth."

Anyway it's something like this.

...

Next, Dak conducted an experiment according to the basic refining method of [Bird and Beast Species - Grass Attribute].

As a result, the experiment failed completely this time, and the blank magic card was directly scrapped.

I don't know if it is because the "bird species" does not match the cat hair of the cat grass?

In short, he summoned the trash slime and disposed of the remaining waste.

In any case, tonight's harvest is still very good.

Garbage slime is really convenient to dispose of garbage, and you don't have to take out the garbage in the future!

After sorting out the experimental data, Darke decided to continue the experiment tomorrow night.

Then he fell asleep with a smile.

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Ten o'clock sharp.

At St. Marian's, which lacks evening entertainment, students, especially first graders, generally don't go to bed too late.

The common room was almost empty at half past nine in the evening.

Most of them will transfer the place of entertainment to their respective dormitories instead of staying in the common room.

The common room of the Knights' Academy.

The candlestick above the decoration of the crossed swords is still burning with flames.

It was the unique incandescent light of magic candles. While it was bright enough, it was also soft enough not to hurt the eyes.

In the corner of the common room.

Emma probably belonged to the category that returned to the dormitory last.

She would always move from the library to the common room around nine o'clock.

This may be the last stubbornness of the little girl-she actually doesn't want to completely decouple from social life.

In this regard, Dak is completely different.

It wasn't until there was no one in the common room that Emma pouted, picked up the book and walked up the stairs leading to the second floor.

The male dormitory and the female dormitory are on the left and right.

Although the corridors are interconnected, there are two stairs on the first floor, so boys and girls usually walk on one side.

When Emma left, the candles on the candlesticks were automatically extinguished.

But not long after, the candle lights up again!

Emma, ​​who had just walked up to the second floor, suddenly noticed a flash of light downstairs, and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Who would go downstairs at this late hour?

Her curiosity is actually very strong.

So she went downstairs lightly, poking out a small head from the stairs, just in time to see Werther out of the common room!

"Witter Gold? Where is he going so late?"

Emma thought about keeping up.

But then I thought about it again, and felt that where he went was none of my business?

So Emma returned to the dormitory with the book in her arms.

...

But at the opposite staircase, another person came down quietly.

Robert Broheim!

Robert lay on the bed after washing and couldn't sleep for a long time, so he thought about going to Werther for another game.

But this time, he happened to see Werther sneaking out of the dormitory.

Based on a psychology that I don't know why.

Robert said nothing.

He had actually caught Werther sneaking out at night more than once.

Every time he asked, Werther would hesitate and change the subject.

Robert only knew that it had something to do with [Forbidden Love] in Werther's hands.

"How can there be secrets between friends?"

Unlike Emma.

Robert quietly followed.

...

The night passed quietly.

The sun dispels the darkness.

St. Marianne soon came into the morning.

Dak woke up from his sleep and suddenly had an idea.

"If I put junk slime on my face, does it suck all the dirt out of my pores? It's like a mask."

I tried it with the palm of my hand first, and found that it does have a little effect.

Dak really covered his face with the trash slime, leaving only his nose and mouth.

The garbage slime squirmed slowly on its face, feeling a little itchy besides being cold.

But after taking it off after five minutes, I suddenly feel refreshed!

"Ah this!"

Dak watched as specks of dirt were transferred from the surface of the translucent trash slime into a small core inside, forming a tiny black spot.

Then the garbage slime used the skill [Enhanced Stomach Acid] to quickly digest the black spots.

"Is this the so-called magic wizard without trash? I love it!"

I washed my face again.

Looking at the face on the mirror, Dak always felt that the pores had become much smaller, and his face was smoother.

"Why is such an easy-to-use magic elf not discovered so far? Or are other trash slimes different from mine?"

Thinking of going to the library to check it at noon.

Dake packed his textbooks and left the dormitory.

The little evil beast brought breakfast, and there was even a copy of "Daily Daily" in the basket today.

Apparently the halfling chefs love their houses and crows, and they have grown fond of Duck, the master of the familiar.

While Dak was reading the newspaper to learn about the current affairs of the kingdom, he was eating sausage and egg and milkshake.

By the time I finished reading the newspaper, breakfast was over.

In the past, he just put the dishes into the basket and let the little evil beast send them back.

But in reality this is not so good.

Today he finally has an automatic dishwasher.

Garbage slime sauce quickly sucks away all the milk residue on the dishes, and the whole tableware looks brand new.

After the little evil beast returned the basket, the halfling chefs looked a little surprised, feeling that the son of the Valkyrie had grown up a bit.

About seven fifteen.

On the way to the duel class classroom, Duck encountered Werther who was in a panic and seemed to be looking for something.

He was a little puzzled.

But Werther ran a little faster, and he didn't give chase.

About seven twenty.

Suddenly there was a scream from the corner of the castle.

"ah--"

A new day begins with excitement.

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