Outside the window, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sun is shining.

In the Eye of the Vortex, Erwin Hoffman's giant wolf is silently shuttling among the tall grass. Not far from him, the fat and sturdy sika deer was kneeling among the dirt, lazily napping.

Although the intelligence of the wild demons is not outstanding, the various instincts they have developed through instinct are quite acute.

Just like this deer demon, it can clearly perceive the strong malice coming from all directions, so it naturally chooses to hide and dodge.

Outside the whirlpool, between the stands.

In the trumpet flower, the narrator's sentences are getting shorter and shorter, and his voice is getting more and more excited. He knew full well that it was one of the best climaxes of a hunt: whether the hunter would be able to mark his target accurately, whether the demon would choose to break the net or run away, whether the other hunting teams would be able to detect what was going on here - the narrator anticipated the possibilities and chose some of the gimmicks to throw them out to arouse the interest of the spectators in the stands.

Whether it is the fireworks team of the Nine Talents Academy, the drummers of the Star Academy, or the choir of Atlas, they are all now silent, gathering their spirits, and just waiting for the moment when the final results are released, they have enough strength to make a noise.

Inside the window, centered on Seprano, who sat on the main seat of the sofa, on one side were many cadres and officials of the Cheung Kei Society, and on the other side was the lone little John Nivelle - of course, there was a portrait of a wandering wizard hanging behind the door, but now everyone deliberately ignored his existence.

Many members of the Cheung Kei Club glared at the blue-eyed guest, and if it weren't for the leader sitting on the sofa still quietly watching the game out the window, they would not have been afraid to give the most vulgar words and the most brutal methods to this guest.

Even though many of them are 'gentlemen' of alpha.

But because of this, they better understood the meaning of Nivelle's previous sentence.

That's a very serious accusation.

Very serious.

Whether or not this accusation is ultimately true, it will deprive the wizards in this room of a certain sense of honor. Just like a politician, when he has a 'suspicion', there is no way to stand innocently in front of the world.

So much so that many people looked at the hooded guest with ill-intentioned eyes, and made it clear to him that he was not welcome in the room.

Seprano didn't speak immediately.

He even had a good time to change his position and lean more comfortably on the low-backed sofa.

Then he used his fingers to pick up a piece of panda toffee from the tea tray again, put it under his nose, and sniffed it.

"Not surprising. The leader of the Cheung Kei Society squinted his eyes and repeated in a slow tone, "There is nothing strange about this...... Just like this piece of toffee, there is always a little fishy smell mixed in the sweet and silky smell. ”

"When the forest is big, any bird will have it...... Maybe I should be happy about it. Our community is finally getting a bit of a climate...... It's not that all cats and dogs are at risk of being infiltrated by those bigwigs. ”

At the end, he seemed to remember something funny and chuckled.

But the rest of the room wasn't naïve enough to think that this was going to be the case.

Many people's faces turned pale and pale.

Listening to the meaning of these words, it seems that Mr. Seprano did not mind Nivel's speculation. This also means that he also agrees that Cheung Kei will not be so clean.

This has made many people feel uneasy.

Even Andrew Taylor, who had just joined the club, although he didn't know much about the meaning of Nivelle's words, it didn't affect him to deeply feel a certain undercurrent in this lounge.

"Rather than being an independent society, we are a group of like-minded partners in the 'Blood Friends Association'. Just like a long time ago, some people didn't agree with the fundamentalism of the triple-A, so they split and eventually developed into a behemoth like the 'Blood Friend Society'...... This is how Cheung Kei was born. ”

Seprano put the toffee back on the coffee table, stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, raised his head, and looked at the five stubby fingers into the sun.

"Blood Friends are too loose. He whispered, and sighed deeply:

"There is no unified voice, no unified will, there is a huge amount of energy and organization, but we have never been able to gain enough respect in this university. This is a very strange thing...... Since the 'Divine Will' can be reborn from the ashes with a freak like the 'Judgment', there is no reason for the Blood Friends to sink forever. ”

"You agree with me, that's why you left that mark on you. ”

"And it is precisely because of standing on the shoulders of the Blood Friends Association that the Cheung Kei Association can develop so rapidly...... None of this is self-evident. ”

"But now that you've chosen your current team...... Then it's best to understand where you stand. ”

"I don't like people standing in my break room with their backs to me and whispering to other people outside the lounge. ”

As he spoke, Seprano slowly closed his five spread fingers.

One finger, one finger, slowly retracted.

He clenched so hard that even his knuckles were a little white.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

In the corner of the lounge, a thin wizard suddenly changed his complexion, clutching his neck and slowly slipping on the carpet, coughing violently and convulsing.

"No...... Beg...... Please... Help me... Help me..."

The wizard struggled, his face turning a little purple.

But everyone turned a blind eye to his struggles.

The wizards around them held their breath and quickly left the corner.

It was as if there was some terrible contagion on that skinny little witch.

Seprano's palm reopened.

The skinny wizard was like a fish back in the water, his eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and he gulped the air, ignoring the saliva from the corners of his mouth mixed with the snot and tears on his face.

Seprano turned his head, as if he looked a little surprised, and there was a cruel glint in his small dark eyes:

"Please, who are you begging for?...... Help you, who do you want to help you...... He, he, or him?"

The fat wizard raised his hand and drew a circle, casually pointing at a few wizards around him.

The faces of the wizards who were ordered changed greatly, but they only dared to lower their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

"This is the First University, do you think I'm going to kill you?" A disappointed expression appeared on the fat wizard's face: "Fog ...... You've let me down so much. ”

Seprano turned his head and looked back at the hunting ground outside the window.

The skinny wizard fell to his knees, weeping, and moaning, "No, I didn't..."

Seprano's lips tightened.

Then he flexed a finger again.