Hunting High School

In the center of the ceiling, in the shape of a seven-pointed star, there is a circle of white candles sticking to it, with the candle flame facing down, hanging on the thin candle wicks, like golden lantern fruits.

The candle was roasted by the heat, melting a drop of translucent wax oil, which rolled slowly along the wick into the firelight, making a slight sizzle sound, and sprinkled a piece of soft light.

A few emerald green vines stretched out slender tendrils, like curled claws, clinging to the white candles. The young leaves growing on the vines stretched out their arms, sucking the radiant water from the firelight hungrily. The heat wave left patches of mottled black shadows in the soft candlelight below.

Around the oval conference table, the seven members of the Seven Deadly Sins stared silently at the pot of vines in the center of the table, speechless for a moment. In the room, there was no other sound except Beelzebub groaning while eating.

Friedman couldn't even hear the others breathing.

You know, vampires have very sensitive senses, but in this room, under the cover of these robes and masks, the Talent he was always proud of became as dim as candlelight.

The candlelight flickered slightly.

The leaf shadows on the table were like light boats, rippling slightly, and even the atmosphere in the room was knocked away a lot. Just before the swaying flames were completely still, a figure quietly appeared next to the vine amidst the shadows.

The culprit of the seven deadly sins.

——Speaking does not count, and the old man who is greedy for his position does not die.

The immortal species under the bat mask was cursing in his heart, while his eyes fell on the white mask that was as smooth as an egg.

"Good evening, little ones!"

The faceless man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the conference table raised his hand to say hello, his voice filled with joy: "I'm so sorry, I took a nap at night and almost forgot about the meeting... On the way here, I saw a black The big dog is blocking the middle of the road, its eyes are green... It's a bad time..."

Sir Friedman did not believe a word of what the Emissary said. He was the last one to arrive at every meeting, and every time he would find out all kinds of weird reasons.

"We violated the school's curfew at night, not to hear your opinion on the puppies." The jazz under the bat mask interrupted in a low voice.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer." The faceless man held up a finger and shook it in front of his face: "Why are you always... how long will it take you to learn to respect a little bit of authority?...Shut up!"

Jazz snorted and fell silent as he wished.

The others didn't realize it, and looked at the scene in silence, only Beelzebub's eating sound was a little softer, to show respect for the sinner.

"There are a few small things that I need to communicate with you today." The guilty envoy wearing a white mask continued to say in a cheerful tone: "Of course, as a temporary notice and compensation for disturbing everyone's rest, I will accept an 'comment' tonight. ..."

Saying that, a blank piece of parchment suddenly appeared in front of the seven 'devils' around the conference table, and a white quill was suspended on the paper.

What a surprise, Friedman raised his eyebrows slightly under his mask.

Unlike other societies, members of The Seven Deadly Sins do not know each other's identities. On the one hand, this ancient and inefficient organizational model well maintains the privacy of the members. Even if they trade wizard corpses within the community, it will not attract investigation by the school or the Trident Sword; but on the other hand, this mutual In a state of vigilance, the centripetal force of the community is very weak.

For example, if a member of the club asks for help from the organization, when Sir Friedman, who is 'Lucifer', intends to help, if he uses 3a (he is still the chairman of the club) or any power of the Karen family to help, it will be fine. It is easy to expose own identity. Even if he didn't use any power around him, but just shot himself, it would be difficult to cover up all the clues.

In this case, a sufficiently 'objective' and 'fair' referee is very important. This is also one of the reasons why this position was born in the first place.

In addition to convening meetings and supervising the "transactions" within the association, guilt is the most important

One of the responsibilities of the group is to collect members' requests - within the Seven Deadly Sins, such requests are called 'opinions'.

These collected 'opinions' will be the responsibility of the sinner and handed over to a third party—such as the will of Sacred, the wandering bar, a hunting group in the new world, or even the yellow land where the liches gather, etc.—by Those third parties with high credit ratings will complete them. Correspondingly, the Seven Deadly Sins will also receive equivalent tasks from third parties.

For example, the most recent time, the Vagabond completed the seven tasks of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the Seven Deadly Sins provided the Vagabond with the whereabouts of the professors in the school within a month.

Because the time is near, Friedman remembers very clearly that this is a very simple task. He only needs to go around the office building from time to time and chat with the professors in the name of competing for Augustus to confirm Whether the professors are on campus.

As for what the wandering wizard wanted to do in order to inquire about the traces of the professors, it had nothing to do with him.

In view of the fact that it is not easy to collect 'opinions' and complete 'deals' every time, unless the seven devils make a request at the same time, the sinner will rarely cause trouble for himself.

Therefore, Friedman couldn't help but be very surprised when he heard that the convict envoy whose mask was shining brightly this time took the initiative to collect 'opinions'.

He was not the only one who was surprised.

"mia...mia, huh?" Beelzebub, who had been buried in the cake, raised his head, revealing his dirty pig mask, his two ears swaying back and forth, and his voice was somewhat vigilant: "What are you doing today?" So positive? ... Is there some weird list from outside looking for you?"

Condemned turned the glossy mask to the pig's head mask.

Although there is no expression, everyone can feel that he seems to be laughing.

"Sensitive guy, it doesn't match your mask." He clicked his tongue twice and shook his head: "There are no troubles outside for the time being... I just foresee that there may be some accidents in the school in the future, and make some arrangements in advance."

——Have high divination skills, or know a powerful fortune teller?

Friedman made a silent note, but at the same time sighed in frustration in his heart. From the first day he entered the Seven Deadly Sins, he tried to profile the other six devils and the sinner, but so far, everyone has behaved like an ordinary wizard, even if he occasionally recorded individual characteristics , but soon contradictory conditions will appear again, making people scratch their heads.

In fact, he had long since given up guessing the identities of these people, the idea just now was just a subconscious reaction.

In response, this long-lived species who had served as the vice president of the Alpha Student Union could only try his best to hide himself deeper and appear more public.