In the long history of First University, if there is anything that has been passed down along with this ancient school, it is that there are and only large and small student societies in the school.

Public, secret, famous, nameless, ancient, new, and all sorts of student societies form student circles of all sizes, linked together to form a sturdy chain mail for the university.

The Blood Friends Club is one of the two student societies recognized by First University.

Friedman wants to become the new Augustus of the Blood Friends Association, in addition to the formal competition within the club, he can also take a detour and use the strength of other clubs in the school to give himself a ride.

The 'Triple A Club', of which he himself is president, is a member of the 'Other Clubs'.

But relying on the strength of the '3A' alone is far from enough, because Seprano also has the 'Cheung Kei Club' to cheer him on. So, Friedman had to look for a more powerful helper.

This matter is much more important than Nicholas's pesky bug.

So, after the turn, although Friedman's heart was still more or less unhappy, this unhappiness faded quickly under the burning of the ruby ring on his finger.

He looked around.

It was the middle of the class, and there was no one in the stairs.

Sir Silent lifted one hand to his chest, pinched the ruby ring in the other, felt the burning breath between his fingers, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Down seven, down three, down five, down one.

Below the stairs, a white mist rolled silently. After the fog, a bronze secret door with a simple shape suddenly appeared. On the secret door, a green grimace bared its teeth 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 grimace replied in a hoarse voice, "But you weren't the last one to arrive today...... Beelzebub is later than you...... Oh no, you've become the last one. ”

"Thank you. Sir Friedman replied succinctly, looking uninterested in chatting with Grimace.

He walked slowly into the billowing white mist and pulled out a thick black robe from the ruby ring. There is no decoration on the robe, and the style is very old, and the neckline is slightly fleece, as if it has worn many years.

“...... I've told you many times that clothes should be worn and washed often, and can you believe that Belfinger's robe hasn't been washed for more than fifty years? ”

The grimace chattered, not caring at all whether the wizard opposite was interested in chatting: "Also, don't always bring some pastries and tea to my stomach, I can't eat it...... This time you must emphasize this to Beelzebub. Before I could finish speaking, he closed the door with a grin! More and more rude! What a generation is not as good as a generation......

Friedman turned a deaf ear to the noise of the grimace, he just frowned and slowly slipped the old robe on.

The robe seemed to be very heavy, and when he wore it, his figure seemed to be bent by the robe.

The wizard's hand reached into the pocket of his robe, and he pulled out a pair of leather gloves and a handsome mask with a gorgeous appearance, and put them on.

Wizards are a group that values a lot of privacy, especially for those who are not very order-conscious. Because with very little information, an evil wizard with great magic can catch the heel of his enemy and curse them with magic.

The Pact of Silence is not a contract of the devil and does not apply to all occasions.

Therefore, it is very important for people attending relevant meetings to learn how to hide their identities. Black robes, leather gloves, ornate masks, are all such tools.

The secret society that Friedman joined was not large, with only seven members, and its name was 'Seven Deadly Sins', which was originally born in Alpha College, but its tentacles spread throughout First University. Each new member is recommended to join the club after being personally inspected by the previous member of the club, and other members of the club do not participate in the whole process.

The senior who recommended Friedman to join the club was the previous president of the '3A Society', and according to the seniors' guess, the identities of the other six members of the Seven Deadly Sins should be roughly the same, all of them are the leaders of a large or large club in the school. 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 is marked and covered by the identity of the corresponding demon. The purpose of the society is to help each other secretly, watch over each other, and help each other without revealing their identities - which means that it is very likely that an extreme Alpha Bloodline unknowingly helped a wizard from the White Ding of the Nine Colleges of the Nine Beings, or a fanatic of Atlas silently helped someone of the other Academy.

Friedman's identity in the Seven Deadly Sins is Lucifer, the fallen archangel.

After putting on his mask and pausing, Friedman slowly raised his right hand and gently knocked on the small door in front of him with the ring embedded in the red gem.

"You're the most polite of them all. ”

Grimace complimented, and with a flick of his tongue, landed on the leather glove. Ruby flashed slightly through the glove, and grimace's tongue was quickly withdrawn. Friedman's expression behind the mask twitched silently.

In front of him, the small bronze door opened silently.

The room behind the door is not spacious, but a little narrow.

A large oval-shaped wooden table sits in the center of the room, taking up almost half of the room. In the center of the table are several pots of dried flowers and plants, and because of the lack of care, the bonsai is surrounded by fine dead branches and leaves.

Directly above the table is a row of candles standing upside down. The candles were firmly glued to the ceiling, forming a seven-pointed star formation. The candlelight went downward, making a slight beeping sound, casting a soft pale yellow glow.

Under the yellow light, around the round table, six figures sat quietly on high-backed chairs.

When they heard Friedman's heavy footsteps, they all looked up and looked over.

"Lucifer, you're a little late today. ”

A deep male voice rang out in the not wide room, not loud, but it shook the room and buzzed.

Friedman glanced at the other six oddly shaped masks in the room, snorted, and slowly moved to his seat with heavy steps.

As he moved, he replied in a hoarse voice, "It's not easy for me to find time for a meeting...... How long did Beelzebub arrive before me?"