Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 96: Intimidate the new guy, the usuals in workplace

It was nighttime, and Judge was sleeping soundly in his bed without a care about the world. What was afraid of, after all, his supervision was lifted, and nobody came to check up on him at night whether he was trying to escape.

There were two newly assigned guards just outside his room who were keeping watch, they swore their loyalty only to him, they would not take orders from the lord of dragons and his grandfather knew that very well.

Unlike most guards, they did not wear any black armor armor with shiny patterns of silver.

They wore tight, black blazers with a navy wool shirt that covered their neck. They had a gray furry capelet with a short, brown side cape that covered their left arm entirely. Man talk about no sense of color.

All of the sworn guards were masters at the sleepless principle that let them only need to sleep for about two hours every three weeks.

Both the young guards who, unpopular opinion, totally looked inexperienced, were guarding their mast who still did not know their without sleep. Judge, on the other hand, had gone off to the studio with just leaving a small amount of his own ether inside the body.

Asmodeus and Gabriel both looked at the new member, Satan, who was yet to be seated. They did not know his name and title yet, so they were excited to know whether he was a virtue or a sin, and since sins were more in number, both expected him to be a virtue.

"This" Judge pointed his arm at Finn, who now was called Satan, the sin of wrath. Immediately, he was teleported without a sound to the seat beside Asmodeus.

Judge continued with his introduction, "Is Satan, the sin of wrath."

Gabriel was obviously disappointed, but he did not dare utter a word.

"Welcome to the recorders, Satan," Lucifer spoke, his voice was calm as always. Even faced with a terrifying existence to whom he had no choice but to yield. "I will do the explaining in place of Master Observer.

"Your job would be to record any scene you see that you think has value. When a gathering is called, you present those recordings to our master. You now have two identities, one is your normal person in your daily life, and the other one is as a member of the recorders.

"Always keep in mind that you never reveal your face to people when you are a recorder, and never reveal your mask to people when you are in your normal self. If you follow all correctly, you in turn get unimaginable power."

Power, Satan repeated in his mind. What he needed the most was now power, the power to take revenge against the church that took everything away from him.

With the introductions in place, the three existing members stood up, followed by the nervous Satan who was worried whether he would get kicked out for being a complete idiot even before he even got the chance to carry on with his revenge.

After a slight bow, which Satan again imitated, they all sat down. After the process was over, everyone (Excluding the new guy of course) quickly transferred the recording they had taken.

Putting everything else away for later, Judge started with Asmodeus’ recordings, specifically with the first prince, Renald.

Judge scanned through many recordings of his life, not even avoiding any private moments. It was not because he had a fetish for men, but he did not want to miss any moments when the prince could do things like exchange messages.

But all of them were up to no avail, Judge suspected that his intuitions were wrong. But he still pressed on to see everything he had been doing up until today. He saw all of the actions of the prince secretly heading to the bar and the brothel. In fact, he saw it enough times that he understood most of the alleyways and shortcuts near the royal palace in the capital.

Judge continued to watch until he fell upon a slightly fishy scene— Prince Renald was writing, yes the degenerate was writing, but he could not see what was being written, nothing was appearing on the paper that he wrote, and it felt thicker than most papers.

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But Judge was not worried, he knew Asmodeus well enough to know that she would follow the letter instead of being stuck with the first prince.

Prince Renald ordered his made for a cup of specially-made coffee and it was to be served by the one who made it. And soon enough, a maid came in through the door without knocking and she handed the tray to the prince who was standing on the balcony.

Quickly finishing the coffee, the prince secretly took out a folded piece of paper which somehow felt less thicker compared to before, but Judge just brushed it off as his imagination. He swiftly put the paper on the tray and put his cup over it. "The sugar should be reduced." He complained.

The maid bowed slightly and left without a word, that might have been a code. As Judge had expected, Asmodeus followed the maid instead of staying with the prince.

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Like any secret messenger, the maid "adjusted the glass" in the hallway. Judge paused it saw rewatched it slower, and as expected, she had taken the letter.

She then carried it into the kitchen and was comforted by the other maid for having to endure the first prince.

How much of a hate object was he for women? Judge almost felt sorry for the first prince, almost.

After casually conversing with the other people inside the kitchen and doing her job as a maid, she then volunteered to take out the trash and burn it.

Following her outside, Judge saw her take out the letter and open it, it was empty as expected. But beating Judge’s expectations, the maid threw the letter into the fire along with the rest of the trash.