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Alaska was inexplicably surprised by this rude treatment, rolling his eyes and staring at his shoulder, but he was stunned for a moment, and a sense of horror filled his heart! A trace of an inverted pentagram was imprinted on it.

The stunned little boy heard the voice of the Mar demon in his ears at this moment, and the rough roar was like thunder in his heart.

'Alaska, remember one important thing! As the Lords of Hell we all have our own unique markings, and you see on your right shoulder - there is a trace of an inverted pentagram, I will hide it for you now, but you must remember not to show it in front of people! Unless you're ready to take on the duties of the Lord of Hell. ’

How so? It's impossible, I'm already very careful.

Alaska turned her suspicious gaze to Aristotle, and she was sneering, a smug gleek in her eyes.

It's her! Aristotle's manipulation, the answer doesn't need to be said at all, Aristotle wouldn't be stupid enough to mess around, what made her think that Alaska would definitely become her slave? Quite simply, Alaska is a hell of a little cub.

Alaska still had this brain, and he looked at the sign again and found that there were actually four stripes of dimness, and only one foot emitted a bright red light, which was obviously not the mark of the Hell Lord! Aristotle is cheating!

Alaska wanted to explain to Professor Rem and expose Aristotle's ugly face, but before he could say anything, his class leader was already sneering.

"Hah! A little cub who signed a contract with the Hell Lord, Principal Rem should believe it now. Aristotle sneered.

Principal Rem didn't answer, and he walked up to Alaska with a swift step, holding up his right shoulder to take a closer look.

"You can't be wrong." Principal Rem straightened the frame with his finger and said slowly, "This is indeed a trace of the contract signed with the Hell Lord, but it is impossible for Little Alaska to be ......."

Principal Rem stopped talking, and hope suddenly rolled up in Alaska's heart.

He was ready to run away, the result of the failure of the system mission and Plato's instructions, and now the headmaster of the willow bank flower Mingrem seemed to know something.

Principal Rem burst out laughing, and the old man laughed with his white beard, and Aristotle trembled with rage.

"I think we need to use it, extremely powerful anti-evil spells, and in this little cub, he must also drop out of school, for the sake of the safety of the other students in Ulhiri." Aristotle emphasized coldly.

"Oh no, I don't think it's necessary, of course it's not good to go out of the dorm in the middle of the night." The old man touched Alaska's shaggy hair and said with a smile.

"Mr. Chancellor... Thank you! Alaska's nose was sour, and he was a little moved, and at this time Principal Rem turned his head to Aristotle.

"I guess it's just a little joke, and of course what the instigators don't know is that the bloodline of Little Alaska can't make a pact with the Lords of Hell."

"Blood? Mr. Principal's evidence is conclusive, and there is nothing prank-making. Aristotle was still very unwilling, and she continued to emphasize hard work.

"Hmm... Let him go to the jungle to collect a unicorn feather, and Professor Gamma will accompany him, and of course call some friends, if they want to! Headmaster Rem closed the door to the principal's office and ordered Aristotle.

"Damn! What the hell are you doing? Aristotle stared at Alaska viciously, but the young man puffed out his chest, he was not afraid of this hateful woman.

Tensions are on the verge of erupting, and Alaska is being upheld by the principal, but there is no need to worry about moral inconsistency.

"Alaska, you have to understand that I am also thinking about your classmates, and since the principal said that you are okay, then I am relieved. I hope you don't blame the professor. Aristotle suddenly smiled and comforted him, saying that she seemed to be the usual class teacher again.

It's terrifying, it's like changing faces. The little boy smashed his tongue and returned to the dormitory with her.