MTL - Hunting College-v5 Chapter 250 dust to dust

"I'm actually a little more curious than the former Mr. Convict who concealed this task... Why should we investigate them?"

Mr. Lazy Belfinger rarely appeared to have thought deeply. He held on to the long beak on the mask and looked at the black cat with scorching eyes: "You know, there are not hundreds of unknown wizard organizations hiding in the first university. There are also thirty or fifty, including our seven deadly sins... 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 enough?"

"Very adequate."

Mr. Pride spoke up again, took over the role of the chairperson of the meeting, and glanced at Belfinger with a hint of warning in his eyes: "The purpose of the seven deadly sins is to unite and help each other, we will not interfere with the freedom of any member, nor will we question any member's freedom. Members' private commissions...Any curiosity should have a safe perimeter."

Several other members nodded and expressed their agreement with this statement.

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

The so-called "opinion" is actually the application made by the members of the Seven Deadly Sins, which is compiled and forwarded to other three-party organizations that have dealings with the Seven Deadly Sins.

Hearing this word, the black cat's heart moved slightly - in theory, as a 'criminal messenger' of the seven deadly sins, he should have access to many official or unofficial wizarding organizations. The net seems to be getting bigger.

The only problem is-

"After collecting opinions, how can I contact other wizarding organizations?" The black cat turned his 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, seven pairs of eyes in the entire conference room stared at it.

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

"Is there a problem?" it asked quietly.

"The problem is big."

Mamen, who was wearing a fox mask, sighed in a strange tone: "Shouldn't it be your responsibility to contact other organizations? Why do you ask us for contact information..."

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

"Then what's the point of me holding a meeting tonight!" The wizard wearing a bat mask said gloomily: "Did your predecessor not tell you your responsibilities when handing over?"

"Convening meetings, supervising the 'transactions' within the club, and collecting requests from members," the black cat also noticed the thorns of the problem, and replied dryly: "Besides, hide yourself, don't be fooled by others Man discovers his true identity."

"That's it?" Mr. Fury's attitude was a little grumpy.

"That's it." The black cat spread out its paws honestly, as if I was helpless too.

"He didn't tell you how to contact the other three-party organizations?" The witch wearing the cat-face mask still seemed to be unable to believe what she heard.

"Apart from taking me to the assessment tasks you prepared," the black cat sat blankly on the spot, thinking hard about the experience of the past few weeks, and finally shook his head affirmatively: "...he really didn't have any connections with me."

"Hey, that guy is still as annoying as ever." Mr. Greed, wearing a fox mask, sneered twice: "One set of useless nonsense follows another set of useless nonsense, and he won't say a word of useful words..."

Beelzebub pushed away the chair and stood up, interrupting Mammon's complaint.

Noticing the inquiring eyes of others, the fat wizard wearing a pig-head mask shook the box in his hand and said lazily: "The convener of tonight's meeting said that today's meeting is meaningless, so I'll stay here. What are you doing? Holding this box of jerky that's almost finished overnight?"

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

The black cat impatiently turned the ring on his claw wrist, releasing the silent magic on him.

"Good night to everyone." The sheep-headed man who was silenced twice in one night finally became much more obedient, shook his head, and followed Beelzebub out of the conference room.

Then there is Samuel.

Then Belfinger and Mammon.

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

"This is the fastest meeting I've ever had." 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 the class?"

"Then how do I contact him?" The black cat's eyes lit up, and immediately looked at the witch - this time, even if the witch reached out and grabbed its tail, it gritted its teeth and acquiesced.

"How do I know that." The witch's fingertips wrapped around the black cat's tail, and pointed to the ruby ​​ring on the black cat's claw wrist, UU reading www.uukanshu.com happily added: "He has given you the ring... and The only person we can contact is the current convict."

The black cat pulled back his tail feebly.

"Maybe, you should walk around in private wearing that ring, there should be unexpected gains." Mr. Pride, wearing a bat mask, finally gave this advice: "At least the wandering gray wizards should recognize it."

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Leaving the conference room, the black cat went straight to the cat fruit tree, hoping to see the ex wearing the white mask under the tree - of course, it also knew that this possibility was very unlikely.

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

Passing by a remote corner, it noticed a small pile of burning fire in the corner, and a few first-year wizards around the fire.

The black cat's ears twitched.

"...dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, wealth, beauty and ugliness have a master..."

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

The cat's curiosity was immediately hooked, and it deviates a little from the predetermined route.

Then, it saw a few straw figurines lying in the small fire - those with one head and two heads, familiar in style and new in appearance.

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

It crawls quietly behind the freshmen, and suddenly shouts:

"The patrol is here!"

Several freshmen fled immediately, and one even ran away with his shoes. The black cat tugged at its ears and threw the lost shoe into the fire as a sacrifice for the grass people.

Then his mood changed for the better.