Monster Hunting High School

When the young wizards in dormitory 403 were lying on the bed talking at night.

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

A vampire's powerful eyesight allows him to see clearly at night, without the need for any lighting spells. This saves a lot of trouble.

In the strict rules of Alphaburg, 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 and could not see any students.

Even so, Jazz still cast a phantom spell on himself to avoid any accidents. He now hates accidents, of any kind.

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

Around the corner, there is a staircase leading to the next level.

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 the seven steps.

Go up the three steps backwards.

Then go down five more steps.

Go up the next step backwards.

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

Jazz opened his eyes and stared at the rolling mist. After a long time, he smiled to himself and took out a thick black robe from the ruby ​​ring.

The style of the robe is old, with no decorations except for the wide hood, and the collar, cuffs, etc. even have raw edges, giving it a long-lasting look.

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

Thinking of the name Soprano, Jazz'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 bit by bit.

After putting on his robe and gorgeous bat mask, Jazz put his leather-gloved hands into his sleeves and slowly walked down the stairs step by step into the billowing white mist.

Deep in the mist is a bronze secret door with a simple shape.

There is a green ghost face hanging on the secret door.

"Good evening, bat spirit!" He greeted with a grin on his face, and licked his face with his slender tongue, making it even more shiny: "...You are 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 complained, flicking his tongue and landing on the leather gloves. The ruby ​​on the ring in his glove flashed slightly, and Sir Friedman lowered his eyelids.

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

The small bronze door opened silently, revealing a crowded and narrow conference room behind the door. The large oval conference table seems to have never moved. There is an attractive fruit plate placed on the edge of the table, which makes people salivate at the sight.

But Friedman did not remember that any of the seven people ate anything in the conference room. Even Beelzebub, the greedy dead pig, only ate the food he brought.

This is not the point.

The point is, in the flower pot in the center of the conference table that seemed to have been dry, today I actually saw a fresh and green vine. There is no support, but the vines are climbing up firmly. The slender yellow vine buds have already grabbed the row of candles planted upside down under the ceiling. Several small yellow flowers are aiming their open petals at the beating flames, greedily. Sucking in the energy emanating from the fire.

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

"Hoho...mia mia...I knew it," Beelzebub's chirping laughter came from behind the conference table, mixed with the sound of him swallowing something, which seemed unusually vague: "...Everyone will stare at that vine when they come in. Half a day, mia...mia...mia, by the way, Lucifer, you are late again today."

"The curfew in Atlas is more serious," Sir Friedman replied in a hoarse voice.

A plump pig-head mask was lifted from a bowl of pastries on the table, and his dark eyes flashed with evil intentions: "If I remember correctly...mia...mia...you said you were Jiu last time." Some students!”

"Oh? Is that so?" Jazz wearing a bat mask scratched his chin and replied casually: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"Maybe it's because you thought that as a bat under a legendary demon, you might be eaten at any time, so you escaped early, right?" Mammon, who was 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 he was habitually trying to figure out the true identity under the mask, he gave a very formal warning: "That is not something we can discuss...it involves legendary existence, it is taboo...anything The power of legends is beyond our ability to predict. If we offend them, maybe this room and everyone in it will turn into nothingness in the next second.”

In order to make this warning more solemn, Jazz even straightened up slightly, which also made his hoarse voice more convincing in the small conference room.

"It's just a joke." Fox Mask laughed dryly.

"Such an existence shouldn't be joked about." This time, it was Samael who was wearing a wolf-head mask who spoke. He looked at Mammen with the same warning, and his suppressed voice seemed to come out word by word from his throat. Come: "You have never seen the scene when digital legends fight at the same time... The scene of the sky falling apart and the world being destroyed will be deeply engraved in your mind and become your eternal nightmare."

Behind the conference table, the other six demons all looked at Samael, with eyes that were either scrutinizing, curious, suspicious, or disdainful.

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

From what it sounds like, Samael should have seen the scene of several legends fighting each other - and the only place where this kind of scene has happened recently is the Black Prison - this means that Samael was most likely a wizard on the battlefield of the Black Prison at that time.

Having said that.

But Jazz didn't think anyone in this room would reveal any clues about his true identity so easily. God knows if this wolf bastard is deceiving everyone, using an unfounded clue and a deceptive statement to interfere with others' vision.

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