Hunting College

Remember [New] for a second,! When the young wizards of Dormitory 403 lie on their beds and talk at night.

In another castle far away from the school, Sir Friedman had just left his lounge alone and appeared silently in the dark corridor.

The vampire's powerful vision allows him to see clearly at night, without the need to use any lighting spells. This avoids a lot of trouble.

In the strict Alpha Fort, the curfew after ten o'clock in the evening is an iron rule that every student needs to abide by. Therefore, at this moment, Friedman was walking in the empty and quiet corridor without seeing any students.

Even so, Jazz still cast an illusion spell on himself to avoid any accidents. He hates accidents the most right now, of any kind.

The portraits in the wooden frames on both sides of the corridor drooped their eyelids, as if they were asleep, but Sir dared to bet with his surname that as long as there was a little movement, these awakened portraits would use the most manic and vicious words. The voice cursed him all night.

Turning around, there is a staircase leading to the next floor.

Sir Friedman touched a ruby ​​ring on his finger, felt the hot breath between his fingers, slowly closed his eyes, and walked down the stairs.

Go down seven steps.

Upside down three steps.

Then go down another five steps.

One more step down.

He has gone through this process many times in the past three years, and he can't be wrong with his eyes closed. After the last step was completed, a white mist rolled up silently under the stairs, submerging the bottom steps in an instant.

Sir opened his eyes and stared at the tumbling mist. For a long time, he laughed at himself and took out a thick black robe from the ruby ​​ring.

The style of the robe is outdated. Except for the wide hood, there is no decoration on it. There are even raw edges on the neckline and cuffs, which has a long-standing appearance.

In Alpha Castle, 'historic' is a very good word, which means old, pure and orthodox. Sir Friedman had always valued these concepts until the title of Augustus was taken away by the rude fat man.

Thinking of the name Seprano, Sir's heart suddenly became much heavier, just like the black robe that was slowly being put on his body, he felt that his back was being bent little by little.

Putting on the robe and the gorgeous bat mask, the jazz tucked his leather-gloved hands into his sleeves and slowly walked down the stairs step by step into the rolling white mist.

In the depths of the fog, is a bronze secret door with a simple shape.

On the secret door, hung a green grimace.

"Good evening, bat spirit!" Grimace grinned in greeting, and his slender tongue licked his face, making it even more shiny: "...You're almost the last one again."

Jazz ignored it.

He walked to the secret door, raised his hand, and knocked on the bronze door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"...And as cold as ever." The green grimace grumbled, flicking his tongue and landing on the leather glove. The ruby ​​on the ring in the glove flickered slightly, and Ser Friedman dropped his eyelids.

He is now able to control his emotions well when faced with the stinging pain.

The small bronze door opened silently, revealing the crowded and narrow conference room behind the door. The large oval conference table seems to have never been moved, and there is an attractive fruit plate on the edge of the table, which makes people feel mouth watering.

But Friedman couldn't remember any of the seven eating what was in the conference room, and even the greedy dead pig, Beelzebub, only ate what he brought with him.

That's not the point.

The point is, in the pot in the center of the conference table that seems to have been dry all the time, today I saw a fresh green vine. There was no support, but the rattan climbed up firmly. The slender and bright yellow vine buds had already caught the row of candles that were planted upside down under the ceiling. A few small yellow flowers were aiming their open petals at the beating flame, greedy. Sucking the energy emanating from the firelight.

This action greatly consumed the magic power of the candles, making the light in the entire conference room a bit dimmer than usual.

"Hoho...miamia...I knew it," Beelzebub's laughter came from behind the conference table, mixed with the sound of his swallowing, which seemed very vague: "...Everyone who enters the door will stare at that vine for a long time. ,mia...mia...mia, by the way, Lucifer, you're late again today."

"Atlas has a more severe curfew," replied Sir Friedman in a hoarse voice.

A fat pig's head mask was lifted from a pot of cakes on the table, and the dark eyes flashed with malicious colors: "If I remember correctly...mia...mia...you said you were Jiuyou last time. s student!"

"Oh? Is that so?" The jazz wearing the bat mask scratched his chin and replied casually, "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"It may also be because you thought that being a bat under a legendary demon might be eaten at any time, so you slipped away in advance, right?" Mammon, wearing a fox mask, laughed softly and interrupted.

This answer immediately made the atmosphere in the conference room tense.

Sir Friedman looked at the fox mask carefully, and while habitually trying to figure out the true identity of the mask, he warned very formally: "That's not something we can discuss... It involves the existence of legends, it is taboo... Any legendary Power is not something we can speculate. If we anger them, maybe the next second, this room, and everyone in the room, will turn into nothingness."

To make the warning more solemn, Jazz even straightened slightly, which made his hoarse voice more convincing in the small conference room.

"Just kidding." Fox Mask laughed dryly.

"Existence like that shouldn't be used as a joke. UU read www.uukanshu.com" This time, it was Samuel wearing a wolf-head mask who spoke up. He looked at Mamen with the same admonition, and the suppressed voice seemed to come from his throat. Word by word came out: "You have never seen the scene of digital legends fighting at the same time... That kind of scene where the world is torn apart and the world is destroyed will be deeply branded in your mind and become your eternal nightmare."

Behind the conference table, the other six demons all looked at Samuel, their gazes were scrutiny, curiosity, suspicion, or disdain.

Ser Friedman was the one who looked at Samael with suspicion.

Hearing that, Samuel should have seen the scene of several legends fighting - and the only place where such a scene has appeared recently is the Black Prison - which means that Samuel is likely to be a wizard on the battlefield of the Black Prison at that time.

Having said that.

But Sir didn't think anyone in this room would reveal any clues about his true identity so easily. God knows if this wolf cub is lying to everyone, using an unwarranted clue and a piece of fooling words to interfere with other people's sight.

In fact, this is also the most favorite game among the seven members of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Chapter 179 Undercurrent