Chapter 228: The Sinner

"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. He suddenly heard Friedman's criticism and 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 have no training value.”

When Friedman heard this, his figure suddenly froze, but he couldn't help but connect the witch's words with his own experience. However, he did not feel enlightened. Instead, the witch's words were too straightforward, which made him feel ashamed and embarrassed, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of the 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 interaction was so bad that Friedman couldn't help but take a closer look at Mammon, who was wearing a fox mask, trying to judge whether his words were a nitpick or a slip of the tongue.

Mammen 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 knew that Beelzebub represented gluttony and that the fat man might be an anorexic dwarf under his black robe, it did not mean that he allowed someone to gorge himself on the conference table. This is the basic requirement of etiquette for a noble under the moon.

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 retracted 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 suppressed 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 the other six people had briefly discussed this issue before he entered the door.

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 call a meeting, even if it is to be polite, I will be the first one there." "

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

Not one of the seven people called the meeting, which meant that the guy everyone disliked jumped out.

The candle hanging upside down from the ceiling burned slowly, and the candlelight pointed downwards, outlining a beautiful spindle flame. A drop of unburned wax oil slowly seeped out of the flame along the wick. When it was about to fall, it was pulled by an invisible force and dropped 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 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 said, wagging a finger to his mouth, and smiled softly: "So, I conclude 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 he did not do anything more extreme. Because the guy in the duck egg mask does have the right to do that.

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 wasn't quite sure what the rules were. Theoretically, in this secret society organized by students, they can do anything, including trading human souls and buying and selling fox slaves - although they have not done the above transactions.

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 Alliance 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 act externally in the name of the organization without the consent of the Sinner.

This makes this 'criminal' 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 his 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 has become 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 people from Alpha and people from Jiuyou. And you must have some prestige and ability among the students on both sides."

"I hope you will use these abilities to maintain peace and unity in 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