He did not have nightmares or hear any sounds, but felt a strange summon in his sleep, so he woke up. For a wizard, especially a wizard from an ancient family, any time he woke up from his sleep, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned over and got out of bed, and his eyes were wandering around the room.
This is a separate dormitory in Fort Alfa, and there are no other roommates except him.
The doors and windows on the independent balcony were tightly closed, the bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling and the bells hanging on the four-poster bed curtains were quiet, without any reaction from external magic.
On the wall, the portrait frame of the Black family ancestor was empty. It was obvious that the old guy went to chat with acquaintances in other photo frames of the school, which made Patrick feel a little depressed because he originally wanted to ask the old guy if he noticed anything abnormal.
Next to the wall is a dressing table.
On it is arranged with things he is ready to use and wear tomorrow before going to bed - from ivory-handled razors, to the belts of the little dragon skin, the sachets of the mother's sachets, to his emerald cufflinks, gilded pocket watches, and Paris-bound books - the display is quiet and neat.
Patrick frowned, closed his eyes, calmed down, and soon captured the faint call again.
He opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the desk in another corner of the room.
Open the desk drawer and a ruby ring was lying on the velvet cloth and shimmered slightly.
This is the identity precept of the seven deadly sins.
Patrick recognized the origin of the ring at a glance - this ring was handed over to him by senior Matthew of the Karen family before graduation. It is said that it has been circulating among the ancient families with blood for hundreds of years and is a token of a secret student organization. When he first got the ring, Patrick was very excited for a while, fantasizing that it was a legendary wizard organization like the Golden Dawn Society or the Crow.
For young wizards like him who grew up in a harsh wizard family, with a little qualification and ambitiousness, participating in this secret club is as fascinating as having an affair.
"—Lucifah represents 'arrogance', but this does not mean that you need to show arrogance. On the contrary, this identity is a reminder to us not to be too arrogant... In the first university, weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is."
When handing over the ring, Matthew Karen solemnly reminded him:
"——You are the most talented junior I have seen in these two freshmen... In the future, you must also observe your juniors like me, and then pass on this ring. This is the mission of every 'Lucyfer'... The wizard from a family like us cannot just focus on learning magic knowledge... Knowledge can never be learned, but the opportunity to show your value is fleeting, and it is something more precious than knowledge..."
Patrick's eyes shone brightly after saying this.
I am full of expectations for this student secret society called "Seven Deadly Sins".
But the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
After attending several parties, Patrick finally discovered that this so-called "ancient", "mysterious", "full of rebellious spirit" and "specialized in illegal activities" is actually just a teahouse or cafe where a few young people chat and fuck and exchange information.
No, it's worse.
There are at least people in the cafe, but in the conference room of the seven deadly sins, there are always a group of small animals of cats and dogs. For this reason, he even had to take expensive directional deformation potions.
Abandoned ribs.
This is Patrick's only feeling about the Seven Deadly Sins.
And now, he wants to add another new evaluation in addition to the "small rib".
“——It’s annoying!”
The young Alpha man sighed heavily, held the ring that gently summoned, and looked up at the wall clock on the wall.
In the early morning, it is the time when everyone sleeps the most.
But he had to leave the warm bed and go to a small dimly lit conference room to listen to other goats, pigs or foxes whispering things that were not worth much.
With a little aroused, Patrick put on a black robe with heavy deeds, long-sleeved leather gloves and a ruby ring representing his identity. He pushed open the door and quietly slipped to an unmanned staircase.
This kind of place is quite a lot in Fort Alfa.
The white mist rolled up under his feet, and in a moment the young wizard drowned.
But something happened today.
When Patrick was about to take the directional deformation potion in front of the bronze secret door, the grimace on the door suddenly interrupted his movements.
"Don't transform today, just put on a mask." Grimfaced said to the young wizard seriously: "——This is the advice of the adults who are guilty."
Is it worthy of guilt... sir?
Patrick keenly perceived subtle changes in the words of the face.
When it mentioned that black cat, it always used not very polite words such as "sincerely making the guy" and "that guy" and it was completely less respectful than today.
"You mean that cat..." He noticed the warning gaze of Grimaze, paused, and whispered: "—Do you have any other suggestions for the sinful Lord?"
The grimace was stern, without saying a word, silently waiting for the young wizard in front of him to change his clothes.
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After a moment.
The bronze door opened quietly.
"Lucif" wearing a bat mask hunched over, slowly moved into the conference room. However, the moment he crossed the threshold, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The dim light and cramped conference room in my impression was gone, and it was replaced by an auditorium that was as empty as the first hall.
The thick columns surrounded the surroundings, half hidden and half hidden in the rolling white mist, and the surrounding walls were covered with old mottled murals, and he didn't even recognize many of the hideous monsters.
Above the head is a dome with intertwined bones.
Under your feet is a carpet that looks like the night sky.
Every step is as terrifying as walking in a hot hell or a forest of thorns.
There is still a long conference table in the center of the auditorium, but now this table is like a long river of lava, emitting an unpleasant smell of sulfur.
Seven high-back chairs cast in black iron were unevenly scattered around the table, and an obsidian seat that looked particularly heavy and tall, located at the head of the table.
There is no doubt that it belongs to the guilty master in the grimace.
When Patrick pushed the door open, four people were already sitting in the conference room - Mamen wearing a fox mask, Leviathan with a cat face mask, Samar with a wolf head mask, and the sinful envoy sitting at the head of the table.
He wore a smooth, eggshell-like white mask, with a small seven-pointed star in the corner of the mask, exactly the same as the mask that Patrick remembered hanging on his forehead.
But He is definitely not that cat.
The young wizard from the Black family was very convinced.
He even suspected, no, very certain that the new sinner who was sitting at the table was a great wizard. Only the great wizard, who sat there, would exude a powerful aura of a shady shaking, or, in other words, the great wizard could make the face at the door show enough respect.