In the long history of First University, if there is anything that has been passed down together with this ancient school, then it is the large and small student clubs in the school.
Open, secret, famous, unknown, ancient, new, and various student clubs form large and small student circles, interconnected with each other, and embroidered a strong chainmail for this university.
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The Blood Club is one of the two student societies recognized by First University.
If Friedman wants to become the new Augustus of the Blood Club, in addition to formal competition within the club, he can also take a roundabout way and use the power of other clubs in the school to give him a chance.
The '3a Club' of which he is the president is a member of the 'Other Clubs'.
But relying solely on the strength of ‘3a’ is not enough, because Soprano also has the ‘Cheung Kei Association’ to encourage him. Therefore, Friedman must find more powerful helpers.
This matter is much more important than Nicholas's pesky bug.
Therefore, after turning the corner, although Friedman was still somewhat unhappy in his heart, this discomfort quickly faded away under the burning of the ruby ring on his finger.
He looked around.
It was during class time and there was no one on the stairs.
The silent Jazz raised one hand to his chest, held the ruby ring in his other hand, felt the hot breath between his fingers, and slowly walked down the stairs.
Seven below, three above, five below, one above.
Under the stairs, a white mist rolled up silently. Behind the mist, a simple bronze secret door suddenly appeared. On the secret door, a green ghost grinned and greeted the vampire standing on the stairs.
"good afternoon."
The pale vampire nodded very politely.
"You should change your clothes in advance." The green ghost face replied in a hoarse voice: "But you are not the last one to arrive today... Beelzebub is later than you... Oh, no, you have become the last one.
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"Thank you." Sir Friedman replied succinctly, seemingly not interested in chatting with Ghostface.
He walked slowly into the billowing white mist, and took out a thick black robe from the ruby ring. There was no decoration on the robe, and the style was very old. The collar was slightly velvety, as if it had been worn a lot.
The appearance of the year.
"...I have told you many times that clothes should be worn and washed frequently. Can you believe that Belphegor's robe has not been washed for more than fifty years? Even bed bugs are not willing to make a home in his robe.
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Grimace babbled, not caring whether the wizard opposite was interested in chatting: "Also, don't always bring some cakes and tea into my stomach, I can't eat it... You must emphasize this to Beelzebub this time
Before I could finish talking about this matter, he closed the door with a smile! He was getting more and more rude! It’s true that every generation is worse than the last..."
Friedman turned a deaf ear to the grimacing noises. He just frowned and slowly put on the old robe.
This robe seemed to be very heavy. After putting it on, his figure seemed to be bent under the weight of the robe.
The wizard finally put his hand into the pocket of his robe, took out a pair of leather gloves and a handsome and gorgeous mask, and put them on respectively.
Wizards are a group that pays great attention to privacy, especially those wizards who don't pay much attention to order. Because an evil wizard with superb magic power can catch the enemy's heel with very little information, and then use magic to curse the opponent.
The silent contract is not the devil's contract and does not apply to every situation.
Therefore, it is very important for people attending relevant meetings like secret societies to learn how to conceal their identities. Black robes, leather gloves, and ornate masks are all such tools.
The secret society that Friedman joined was not large in scale. There were only seven people in the whole society. The name of the society was "Seven Deadly Sins". It was originally born in Alpha College, but its tentacles spread throughout the entire First University. Every new member
Membership is recommended by the previous member of the club after personal inspection. Other members of the club do not participate or interfere in the entire process.
The senior who recommended Friedman to join the club was the previous president of the '3a Club'. According to the senior's guess, the identities of the other six members of the Seven Deadly Sins should be roughly the same. They are all members of a medium-sized or large club in the school.
The leader. There may even be researchers from the First University Research Institute, or people from the school's teaching assistant group.
In the Seven Deadly Sins, each member uses the identity of the corresponding devil as a mark and cover. The purpose of the society is to secretly help each other, watch each other, and help each other without restraint without revealing their identity - this means a lot.
It is possible that an extreme Alpha blood person helped a wizard from Jiuyou Academy without knowing it, or that a fanatical believer in Atlas silently helped an unbeliever from another academy.
Friedman's identity in "Seven Deadly Sins" is Lucifer, the fallen archangel.
After putting on the mask, Friedman paused, then slowly raised his right hand and gently knocked on the small door in front of him with the ring embedded with red gems.
"You are the most polite of them all."
Ghostface praised him, flicked his tongue, and landed on the leather gloves. The ruby glittered slightly through the gloves, and Ghostface's tongue immediately retracted. The expression behind Friedman's mask twitched silently.
In front of him, the small bronze door opened silently.
The room behind the door is not spacious, but rather narrow.
A huge oval wooden table was placed in the center of the room, taking up almost half of the room. In the center of the table were several pots of dry flower bonsais. Due to lack of care, the bonsais were surrounded by fine dead branches.
Broken leaves.
Directly above the table, there is a row of upside-down candles. Those candles are firmly stuck to the ceiling, forming a seven-pointed star formation. The candlelight looks downward, making a slight beep-bop-bop sound, and sheds a soft light.
Yellow light.
Under the yellow light, around the round table, six figures sat quietly on high-backed chairs.
After hearing Friedman's heavy footsteps, they all raised their heads and looked over.
"Lucifer, you are a little late today."
A deep male voice sounded in the small room. The sound was not loud, but it made the room buzz.
Friedman glanced at the other six strange masks in the room, hummed softly, and slowly moved towards his seat with heavy steps.
While moving, he replied in a hoarse voice: "It's not easy for me to find time for meetings... How much earlier did Beelzebub arrive than me?"