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Two hundred and twentieth eight chapters guilty

 "mia-mia, what does mia-mia have to do with me... hululu."

A fat man wearing a pig face mask was holding a plate of pastries and was eating with enthusiasm. Suddenly he heard Friedman's criticism and he suddenly became unhappy: "Aren't you the last?"

"Mistakes are mistakes. After making a mistake, you find various excuses to excuse yourself, and even blame the mistake on others... This is a very childish behavior." A witch wearing a cat-face mask said in a mocking tone: "

For any organization, members who do not have the courage to take responsibility do not have any training value."

When Friedman heard the words, his body suddenly froze, but he couldn't help but connect the witch's words with his own experience. However, he did not feel enlightened, but because the witch's words were too straightforward, he felt

The humiliating feeling of being stripped naked and left in public.

Sensing the fluctuation of Lucifer's aura, a wizard wearing a fox mask quickly interrupted: "The fallen angel just retorted out of habit, and didn't mean to offend..."

The level of this confabulation was so poor that Friedman couldn't help but take a closer look at Mammon, who was wearing a fox mask, trying to determine whether his statement was a nitpick or a slip of the tongue.

Mammon obviously immediately realized the inappropriateness of what she just said. She coughed dryly and emphasized: "Don't waste time on such trivial matters... Time is precious. Let's talk about business."

"For example, what's for lunch today?" The fat man wearing a pig face mask laughed, picked up a piece of matcha cake on the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Friedman gave Beelzebub a disgusted look.

Even if he knows that Beelzebub represents gluttony, and that the fat man may be an anorexic dwarf under his black robe, it does not mean that he allows someone to gorge himself on the conference table. This is what a nobleman under the moon said to him.

Basic requirements of etiquette.

From a certain perspective, his dislike of Beelzebub is very consistent with his identity as 'Lucifer': arrogance.

"You called me here today...are you going to discuss this kind of issue?"

Friedman withdrew his disgusted gaze, dragged his heavy steps, sat down heavily in his seat, and asked in a hoarse voice.

This sentence caused the other six people in the conference room to look at him.

"In other words, it wasn't you who summoned us today?" Samael, wearing a wolf-head mask, asked in a low voice in a depressed tone.

"Huh?" Friedman frowned under the Lucifer mask.

Although he disliked Samael's wolf-head mask, he didn't think Samael was a fool. Since Samael said that and no one raised a voice to object, it meant that before he entered, the other six people had already

We briefly discussed this issue.

In other words, this rally was not posted by any of the seven of them?

Thinking of this, Friedman felt a little depressed: "I do have some ideas, and I hope to talk about it here...but not today. If I were to call a meeting, even if it was just to be polite, I would be the first one there.

"

Hearing his answer, the conference room fell into silence for a moment.

Not any one of the seven people called this meeting, which means that the guy who everyone dislikes jumped out.

The candle hanging upside down on the ceiling burned slowly, with the candlelight pointing downwards, outlining a beautiful spindle flame. A drop of unburned wax oil slowly seeped out of the flame along the wick, and when it was about to drip down, it was blown by an invisible force.

Pulled by the force, it was put back into the bottom of the wick. This caused the candlelight to jump slightly.

At the moment when the candlelight flickered, a figure appeared silently in the center of the conference table, sitting cross-legged in front of the dry pot of gypsophila.

This figure wears a smooth white mask with no eyes, nose or mouth. It looks like a clean big duck egg, but in a corner of the duck egg, there is a small seven-pointed star branded on it.

The mark looks very inconspicuous.

"Hey, everyone...are here~~"

The faceless man waved his hands around and said in a tone that he thought was very funny: "I'm so sorry... I wasted a little time helping a baby fishman return to the water on the way here."

Friedman held up the chin of his bat mask, looked gloomily at the figure in the center of the conference table, and said in a hoarse voice: "Get down..."

"This is not what a bat spirit should say," the faceless man tsk-tsked, raising a finger and wagging it to his mouth, and smiled in a low voice: "So, I have determined that you are guilty...you should shut up.

.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Friedman felt an invisible restraint appear around his mouth, sealing his mouth tightly.

The little knight of the Cullen family had an angry look in his eyes, but in the end he did not do anything more extreme. Because the guy wearing the duck egg mask did have the right to do so.

As a secretive student organization, although the Seven Deadly Sins only have seven official members, in addition to the seven, there is also a "sinner" who is responsible for supervision - responsible for reviewing whether any of the Seven Deadly Sins violates the "rules"

the behavior of.

Friedman is not very sure about what the rules are. In theory, in this secret society organized by students, they can do anything, including trading human souls and buying and selling fox slaves - although they did not do the above transactions.

Did it.

He only knew that this sinner was very powerful and could influence First University's policy making and student union arrangements. He could also obtain many contraband items strictly restricted by the Wizards' Union from outside the school. He also had more or less connections with many hunting teams in the New World.

Less contact.

At the same time, the Sinner has a veto power over any external actions of the Seven Deadly Sins. In other words, no member of the Seven Deadly Sins can take any external action in the name of the organization without the consent of the Sinner.

This makes this 'culpable' look like the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins from a certain angle.

God knows why the generation who founded the Seven Deadly Sins wanted to invite such a great Buddha outside the organization. The silenced Lucifer student thought angrily, and at the same time, a thought came to his mind. I wonder if the Sinner can help him get Augustus.

s position.

After seeing with satisfaction that there was no more noise in the conference room, the blame officer raised two fingers again:

"I've called you here today for two things."

"The first thing is closely related to everyone... The fish-man tribe has been in trouble for too long, and the conflict between Jiuyou and Alpha is getting more and more serious."

"This is bad...very bad."

"This is a school, a place where everyone comes to learn. Magic is interesting and fun...so, I think it's time to end this farce in the school."

"I know that among all of you here, there are Alpha people and Jiuyou people. And you must have some prestige and ability among the students on both sides."

"I hope you will use these abilities to maintain the stability and unity of the school... rather than the opposite."

Listening to the figure's words, Friedman felt a mixture of absurdity and reality.

They use devil names as their code names, hide in the deepest part of the campus, and always like to beat up the student union and the school working committee. How come they become the messengers to maintain campus peace?

Three heads


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