In the center of the ceiling, in the shape of a seven-pointed star, there is a circle of white candles stuck to it. The candles are pointing downward and hanging on the thin candle wick, like golden lantern fruits.
The candle was roasted by the heat, melting droplets of translucent wax oil, slowly rolling along the wick into the firelight, making a slight sizzling sound, and casting a soft light.
Several green vines stretch out slender tendrils, like curled claws, clinging to the white candles. The young leaves growing on the tendrils open their arms, sucking hungrily the water radiated from the firelight.
The heat wave left 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. Except for Beelzebub's squeaking while eating, there was no other sound in the room.
Friedman couldn't even hear anyone else breathing.
You know, vampires have very sensitive senses, but in this room, hidden by 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 small boats, rippling slightly, and the atmosphere in the room was also knocked away a lot. Just when the swaying firelight had not completely stopped, as the shadows swayed, a figure quietly appeared there.
Beside a vine.
The culprit of the Seven Deadly Sins.
——A man who doesn’t keep his words and is greedy for his job.
Under the bat mask, the immortal cursed in his heart while casting his gaze on the white mask that was as smooth as an egg.
"Good evening, kids!"
The faceless man sitting cross-legged in the center of the conference table raised his hand and said hello, with a hint of joy in his voice: "I'm so sorry, I took a nap at night and almost forgot about the meeting... I also saw a black thread on the way here.
The big dog is blocking the middle of the road, with pale green eyes... It's a bad year..."
Sir Friedman didn't believe a word of what the sinner said. He was always the last one to arrive at every meeting, and every time he would come up with all kinds of weird reasons.
"We violated the school's curfew late at night, and we're not here to hear your opinions on the puppies." Jazz under the bat mask interrupted in a low voice.
"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer." The faceless man raised a finger and waved it in front of his face: "Why is it always you...How long will it take for you to learn to respect a little authority?...Silence!
"
Jazz snorted and became quiet as he wished.
The others were unaware and looked at the scene silently. Only Beelzebub's eating sound was lowered to show respect for the sinner.
"There are a few small things that I need to talk to you about today." The sinner wearing a white mask continued to say in a cheerful tone: "Of course, as a short notice and as compensation for disturbing everyone's rest, I will receive an 'opinion' tonight
…”
As he said that, a blank piece of parchment suddenly appeared in front of each of the seven 'devils' around the conference table, with a white quill suspended on the paper.
This was such an unexpected surprise that Friedman's eyebrows raised slightly under his mask.
Unlike other societies, the members of the Seven Deadly Sins do not know each other's identities. On the one hand, this ancient and inefficient organizational model maintains the privacy of the members very well, even if they trade wizard corpses within the society.
It will not lead to investigation by the school or the Trident Sword; but on the other hand, in this state of mutual wariness, the club's centripetal force is very weak.
For example, if a member of the society asks the organization for help, and Sir Friedman, as 'Lucifer', wants to help, he will use 3A (he is still the chairman of the society) or any power of the Cullen family to help
, it is easy to reveal his identity. Even if he does not rely on any power around him and just takes action on his own, it will 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 originally born.
In addition to convening meetings and supervising the internal "transactions" of the society, one of the most important duties of the sinner is to collect requests from members - 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 divine will, Wandering Bar, a hunting group in the new world, or even the withered land where lichs gather, etc. - by
Those with high credibility are completed by third parties. Correspondingly, the Seven Deadly Sins will also receive equivalent tasks delivered by the third party.
For example, most recently, Wandering Bar completed seven tasks of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the Seven Deadly Sins provided Wandering Bar with the whereabouts of professors in the school within a month.
Because the time was close, Friedman remembered clearly that this was a very simple task. He only needed to go around the office building from time to time and chat with professors in the name of competing for Augustus to confirm.
Are the professors at school?
It was none of his business what the wandering wizard wanted to know about the professors.
Given that it is not easy to collect 'opinions' and complete a 'deal' every time, unless the seven devils make requests at the same time, the sinner will rarely cause trouble for himself.
Therefore, when Friedman heard that this time the masked criminal took the initiative to collect "opinions", he couldn't help but be surprised.
He was not the only one surprised.
"mia...mia, huh?" Beelzebub, who had been immersed in the cake, raised his head, revealing his dirty pig mask, and his two ears as big as cattails swayed back and forth, with a hint of vigilance in his voice: "What are you doing today?
So proactive?...Is there some weird order for you outside?"
Guilt turns the smooth mask into a pig-head mask.
Although he had no expression, everyone could feel that he seemed 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, so make some arrangements in advance."
——Have high divination skills, or know a powerful divination master?
Friedman made a note silently, but at the same time he sighed in frustration. From the first day he entered the Seven Deadly Sins, he tried to profile the other six devils and the sinner, but he failed.
So far, everyone has behaved just like ordinary wizards. Even if individual characteristics are occasionally recorded, contradictory conditions will soon appear, leaving people scratching their heads.
In fact, he had long since given up guessing the identities of these people, and the thought just now was just a subconscious reaction.
In response, the immortal who once served as the vice president of the Alpha Student Union could only try his best to hide himself deeper and appear more public.