Dark gray clouds piled up like mountains, winding endlessly.
Silver-white lightning, like a river surging through the mountains, roared through them.
First University's private jet was currently flying through a storm.
Through the tall French windows, one could see the restaurant in a mess, as if it had just been through a thunderstorm. Tables and chairs were overturned, broken tableware was scattered everywhere, and the silver-white curtains were torn from the French windows, piled messily on the floor.
The ornate chandelier hanging in the center of the restaurant looked as if someone had grabbed and pulled it forcefully; its gilded frame was twisted, and the crystal lamp shades were covered in cracks.
The restaurant door was tightly shut.
At the entrance, on a high stool beside the bar, a drowsy Cobra had been coiled. Now, this snake was held in a pair of slender hands, being tied into various knots.
The Cobra's eyes bulged, its tongue flickered, and it hissed miserably.
The female demon was unmoved.
In her heart, she was a hundred times more miserable than this old snake.
The private jet's security must have already known about the incident in the restaurant, and it was only a matter of time before they burst in. As for how the Wizarding Association would deal with a female demon who had walked into a trap, even preschoolers could give eighteen different answers.
To flee in disarray would not only damage the female demon's terrifying reputation but also inevitably disrupt Captain's arrangements. At that time, the demon's accomplices would have a hundred and eighty ways to deal with her.
The Cobra in her hand had already been tied into a dead knot.
The female demon tossed aside the ball of snake, crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at the University freshmen, who were huddled together, shouting and screaming, feeling a headache.
“These cowards,” Nikita mumbled.
In fact, she had only snapped her fingers when she entered the restaurant, making the obstructive dining tables and benches roll aside, and tearing down the light-blocking curtains to clear a clean and bright space for her to do her work.
She hadn't even touched these tender little fellows yet.
Not far away, that good-smelling Male Wizard was leaning against an overturned sofa, clutching a handful of yellow Talismans, looking at her with a determined expression. Although he was still trembling, he was much stronger than those guys who were shouting and screaming while holding black donkey hooves or gleaming silver crucifixes.
As expected of the Male Wizard she found good-smelling, Nikita revealed a charming smile. She would take him with her when she left and bring him to Captain; this should explain why she was exposed, right?
Perhaps Captain would also be reluctant to eat this little fellow, so she would make an effort and bite him once.
If Zheng Qing knew Nikita's thoughts, he would surely spit out a mouthful of old blood.
His face was absolutely not determined; it was just stiff from being too nervous. This demon's terror far exceeded his imagination.
Just a snap of her fingers, and she almost destroyed a restaurant!
What if that snap of the fingers was aimed at his face?
Zheng Qing leaned against the sofa, nervously looking at the female demon not far away, countless terrifying futures swirling in his mind.
Xiao Xiao stood behind him, whispering something quickly, but his voice was too low and too rushed for Zheng Qing to hear a single word.
Li Meng, holding Poseidon and the white dove, hid behind the sofa, revealing only a pair of eyes, with no fear in them, only excitement and eagerness. If Little Monk Shiyuan hadn't been pulling her, she probably would have already rushed towards that female demon, screaming.
Not far behind them, the Cobra's owner, a fair-skinned, sharp-chinned girl, was sobbing softly.
The entire restaurant, apart from the freshmen and their pets, had only one injured Little Elves.
The situation made these young people feel despair.
“I knew it, I should have insisted on dragging Lan Que to the restaurant,” Li Meng complained softly from behind the sofa, “He looks like he can fight very well.”
Before coming to the restaurant, several people had invited Lan Que to have lunch together. But that aloof Male Wizard shook his head, holding his sword and continuing to meditate.
“Don't make a sound, stay put behind me,” Zheng Qing gritted his teeth. His breathing was a bit rapid, and his brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen, golden stars constantly appearing before his eyes.
Li Meng pouted, tucked Poseidon and the white dove's little heads back behind the sofa, and fell silent.
“A bunch of weaklings,” the female demon not far away pouted, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.
She pulled a quill pen from her bag and opened the spell book in her hand.
This was not her spell book, but that of the flight attendant in the lounge.
The spell book fluctuations of every Fallen Wizard were recorded by the authorities. Carrying her own spell book on First University's private jet was a very unwise act. So, while borrowing the flight attendant's heart, the female demon also borrowed her spell book.
This was a Bologna-bound spell book, likely standard issue for these flight attendants. The light blue cover was without a single blemish, the five golden lines on the spine were bright and clean, and the dip-dye on the fore-edge still depicted the story of Poseidon and four little angels.
Nikita vaguely remembered that when she was in University, she could only afford the standard spell book awarded by the school. Those thick, bulky soft-cover spell books were as glaring as a pimple on the face for a girl at an age when she cared about her appearance.
At that time, the Bologna-bound spell books displayed in the Beta Town bookstore window were like Cinderella's glass slippers to her, longed for but untouchable.
But now.
Nikita rather uninterestingly opened this brand new spell book. Whether it was the prayer to Athena on the flyleaf or the Hatifa linen paper used for the pages, everything seemed so vulgar and ridiculous.
“Why did I used to like this kind of decorative spell book?” she thought silently, “Perhaps back then I just wanted a bit more confidence in front of him.”
Speaking of confidence, some idiots not far away also wanted to possess this quality.
But arrogance without strength was no different from suicide. The female demon raised her head and looked at an overturned dining table in front of the French windows. Behind the table, several tall Male Wizards seemed to be stirring.
Zheng Qing also heard those unusual movements.
A rough voice was quietly inciting his classmates beside him, to take out their Talismans and Magical Artifacts and show that demon a thing or two.
“Don't be afraid, she's just a female demon!” The voice sounded very excited: “One Exploding Talisman each will knock her out! As long as we break down the restaurant door and hold on, the Registered Wizards on the plane will arrive immediately!”
The others seemed somewhat tempted.
“Idiots! We are on a plane right now! Aren't you afraid of blowing a hole in the plane and falling out yourselves?” Zheng Qing didn't dare to look back, he could only move his lips, whispering to Xiao Xiao.
He was just complaining.
But Xiao Xiao really stepped forward.
“Don't do anything foolish!” He turned around, looking at those Male Wizards, scolding them, not caring at all that he had become the most conspicuous target in the restaurant.
“She is a Fallen Wizard,” Xiao Xiao said, glancing at Nikita, “And she has undergone a complete fall ritual. A demon like her, capable of fully retaining human form and even consciousness, is not something we freshmen, who haven't even entered the University gates, can face.”
“If she wanted to, she could drain all of our blood and plunder all of our Souls without alarming anyone.”
“Actually, we're already half-dead.”
The restaurant fell into an awkward silence.
“Cowards! Since we already have one foot in the grave, we should fight even harder!” The Male Wizard who was inciting everyone to resist also stood up, completely unafraid, and said loudly, “If we ourselves have already given up on living, what's the difference from dying?!”
Zheng Qing couldn't help but turn his head.
It was a burly Male Wizard with a short, cropped haircut and a flushed face, whether from excitement or naturally so, he didn't know.
This style, he must be one of the madmen from Starry Sky Academy!
Someone not far away seemed to be whispering softly.