Hunting High School

"Compared to the concealment of this mission by the previous Mr. Convicted Envoy, I'm actually a little more curious...why investigate them?"

The lazy Mr. Bellfinger rarely showed a deep thought. He held the long beak on the mask and looked at the black cat with burning eyes: "You know, there are not a hundred unknown wizard organizations hiding in the First University. There are also thirty or fifty, including our seven deadly crimes... Do we have to investigate every organization?"

"I thought the members in this conference room could be more mature." The black cat glanced at him: "Curious or not, what does it mean to everyone here? If I say that those crows attacked my laboratory , causing me to lose a large sum of gold, is this reason sufficient?"

"Very adequate."

Mr. Arrogant spoke out again, took over the chair of the meeting, and glanced at Bell Finger with a hint of warning in his eyes: "The purpose of the seven deadly sins is solidarity and mutual assistance. We will not interfere with the freedom of any member, nor will we question any Members' private commissions...any curiosity should have a safe boundary."

Several other members nodded one after another, expressing agreement with this statement.

Bellfinger immediately raised his hands: "I don't have the idea of ​​spying on anything... I just feel that it's rare for a guilty envoy to issue such a private entrustment. After all, he is only responsible for monitoring and collecting 'opinions' on weekdays."

The so-called "opinions" are actually applications submitted by members of the Seven Deadly Sins, which are collected by the Convicted Envoy and forwarded to other tripartite organizations that have contacts with the Seven Deadly Sins for completion.

Hearing this word, the black cat's heart moved slightly—theoretically, as the "envoy" of the seven deadly sins, he should be able to contact many official or unofficial wizarding organizations. The net seems to be able to get bigger.

The only problem is-

"After collecting opinions, how can I contact other wizarding organizations?" The black cat turned its head and looked curiously at the wizard wearing a bat mask: "Is there a list or contact information?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, seven pairs of eyes in the entire conference room were fixed on it.

The black cat staring straight at him felt uncomfortable all over.

"Is there a problem?" it asked quietly.

"It's a big problem."

Mammon, wearing a fox mask, sighed, and his tone seemed a bit strange: "Shouldn't it be your duty to contact other organizations? Why do you ask us for contact information..."

The witch interface wearing a cat face mask couldn't hide her surprise: "Or, you don't know who to contact? You are a sinner, how can you not know about this kind of thing?"

"Then what's the point of me holding a meeting tonight!" The wizard wearing a bat mask said with a gloomy attitude: "Didn't your predecessor tell you the responsibility of being a sinner?"

"Convening meetings, supervising 'transactions' within the association, and collecting members' requests," the black cat also sensed the thorn in the problem, and replied dryly: "Other than that, just hide yourself and don't be fooled by others." Man discovers true identity."

"That's it?" Mr. Fury's attitude became a little irritable.

"That's it." The black cat spread its paws obediently, as if I was also helpless.

"He didn't tell you how to contact other tripartite organizations?" The witch wearing a cat face mask still couldn't believe what she heard.

"Except for taking me to participate in the assessment tasks you prepared," the black cat sat there blankly, trying to think about the experience of the past few weeks, and finally shook his head affirmatively: "...he really didn't hand over any connections to me."

"Hey, that guy is still as annoying as ever." Mr. Greed, wearing a fox mask, sneered twice: "One set of useless nonsense followed another, and he refused to say a word of useful words..."

Beelzebub pushed away the chair, stood up, and interrupted Mammon's complaints.

Noticing the inquiring gazes of others, the fat wizard wearing a pig's head mask shook the box in his hand, and lazily said: "The convener of tonight's meeting said that today's meeting is meaningless, so I will stay here What are you doing? Hold this box and hurry up

Is the finished meat dried overnight? "

The wizard wearing a sheep's head mask approached the black cat and pointed to Own's mouth.

The black cat impatiently turned the ring on the claw's wrist, dispelling the silent magic on him.

"Good night everyone." The sheep-headed man who had been muted twice in one night finally behaved much better, shaking his head, and followed Beelzebub out of the meeting room.

Then there's Samuel.

Then there's Bellfinger and Mammon.

Soon, only Black Cat, Mr. Pride and Ms. Jealousy were left in the conference room.

"This is really the fastest meeting I've ever held." The witch wearing a cat face mask smiled and looked at the black cat: "What are you going to do? Find your ex to make up lessons?"

"Then how do I contact him?" The black cat's eyes lit up, and it immediately looked at the witch eagerly—this time, even though the witch reached out to grab its tail, it also gritted its teeth and acquiesced.

"How do I know that?" The witch wrapped her fingertips around the black cat's tail, pointed to the ruby ​​ring on the black cat's claw wrist, and happily added: "He has already given you the ring... and the only thing we can contact is The current envoy."

The black cat pulled back its own tail weakly.

"Perhaps, you should wear that ring and walk around in private, and you should get something unexpected." Mr. Arrogant wearing a bat mask finally gave this suggestion: "At least the wandering gray wizards should recognize it." it."

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Leaving the meeting room, the black cat went straight to the cat fruit tree, hoping to see the predecessor wearing a white mask under the tree - of course, it also knew that the possibility of this was extremely slim.

This Saturday, the atmosphere in the school at night was a bit more lively than usual, but it was limited.

When passing by a remote corner, it noticed a small pile of burning fire in the corner, and several first-year wizards surrounded by the fire.

The black cat's ears trembled.

"...Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, riches and honours, beauty and ugliness belong to the Lord..."

The few freshmen chanted dubious prayers, and from time to time, they danced around the fire with their teeth and claws like crabs, very much like those dark wizards who were performing evil rituals.

The cat's curiosity was immediately aroused, and it deviated slightly from the planned route.

Then, it saw a few straw figures lying in the small fire—one head and two heads, familiar in style and brand-new in appearance.

The black cat's face was immediately darker than the night.

It quietly crawled behind the freshmen, and suddenly opened its mouth and shouted:

"The patrol is coming!"

Several freshmen fled immediately, and one even lost his shoes. The black cat pulled its ears and threw the lost shoe into the fire as a sacrifice to the grassmen.

Then his mood changed for the better.