High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 453: Chapter 122: The Identity Problem of the Auspicious Club_1

Outside the window, the clouds were light and the wind was mild, the sunlight radiant.

Within the ’Eye of the Vortex’, the giant wolf transformed by Erwin Hoffman was quietly traversing through the tall grasses. Not far from him, a fat and sturdy roe deer was lying in the dirt, lazily dozing off.

Although the wisdom of wild demons was not remarkable, their instincts had developed into incredibly keen intuitions.

Like this deer specter, it could clearly sense the intense malice coming from all directions, naturally choosing to hide and evade.

Outside the Vortex, between the stands.

The sentences used by the announcer in the speaker flowers were becoming shorter and shorter, and his voice increasingly excited. He knew very well that this was one of the most exciting climaxes of a hunting match: whether the hunter could accurately target his quarry, whether the demon would choose to fight to the death or flee like the wind, whether the other hunting teams could detect what was happening here – the announcer was estimating all kinds of possibilities and picking out some stunts to throw out, provoking the burgeoning interest of the audience on the stands.

Neither Jiuyou Academy’s Fireworks team, nor Starry Sky Academy’s drummers, nor even Atlas’s choirs were making any noise now. They were conserving their energy, waiting only for the moment the final results were announced, preparing to cheer loudly with all the strength they had left.

Inside the window, with Sepulano sitting at the main position on the sofa as the center, one side was filled with various executives and agents of the Auspicious Association, and on the other side was the lonely John Neville – of course, there was also a portrait of a wandering wizard hanging behind the door, only that everyone was deliberately ignoring his existence now.

Many members of the Auspicious Association glared angrily at their blue-green-eyed guest. If it weren’t for their leader sitting on the sofa still quietly watching the match outside the window, they would surely barrage their guest with the crudest words and the most violent means.

Even though many of them were considered ’Gentlemen’ of Alpha.

But it was precisely for that reason that they understood even more the implications in what Neville had said previously.

That was a very serious accusation.

Very serious.

No matter whether this accusation turned out to be true or not, it would make the wizards in this room lose some sense of honor. Just like a politician, once he is ’suspected’, he can never stand before the world without any blemish again.

So much so that many were eyeing their capped guest with ill intent, clearly expressing to him that he was not welcome in this room.

Sepulano did not speak immediately.

He even leisurely shifted his position, reclining even more comfortably on the low-back sofa.

Then he used a finger to pick up a piece of Panda Milk Candy from the tea plate, lifted it to his nose, and took a sniff.

”Not surprising.” The leader of Auspicious lightly squinted his eyes, repeating languidly: ”Nothing strange... just like this piece of milk candy, a bit of a fishy smell always mingles within the sweet scent.”

”There are all kinds of birds in a big forest... maybe I should be happy about this. Our association finally has some presence... not all small associations are at risk of being infiltrated by the big players.”

Towards the end, he seemed to recall something amusing and started chuckling quietly.

But the other people in the room weren’t so naive as to think this matter would just pass over.

Many of them turned deathly pale.

Judging from what he said, Sepulano seemed not to mind Neville’s suspicions. This means he also accepted that the Auspicious Association wasn’t that clean.

This started to worry many people.

Even Andrew Taylor, who had just joined recently, although he didn’t completely understand the meaning of Neville’s words, felt the undercurrent suddenly present in the resting room.”

”Rather than describing the Auspicious Association as an independent organization, it would be more accurate to say we are a group of like-minded individuals within the ’Blood Comrades’. Just as a long time ago, when some individuals did not agree with the original doctrine of 3A, they broke away, setting the foundation for the creation of a behemoth like the ’Blood Comrades’... the Auspicious Association was also born in the same way.”

Sepulano put the piece of candy back onto the table, extended his hand, opened his fingers, lifted his head, using the sunlight to get a good look at his five stubby fingers.

”The Blood Comrades are too loose.” He said in a low voice, taking a deep sigh:

”No unified voice, no unified will, despite the vast energy and organization, we still can’t get enough respect in this university. This is very peculiar... if ’Holy Will’ could be reborn from the ashes using a monstrosity like ’Judgement’, there’s no reason why the Blood Comrades should continue their downward spiral.”

”You agreed with my thinking, so you left that brand on your bodies.”

”And it’s precisely because we’re standing on the shoulders of the Blood Comrades that the Auspicious Association has been able to develop so rapidly... there’s no need to hide these details.”

”However, since you’ve chosen this team now... it would be best if you understand your position.”

”I don’t like it when someone is standing in my rest room, but with their back towards me, whispering with people outside the resting room.”

Having said this, Sepulano slowly started to close the five fingers of his outstretched hand.

One finger after another, slowly closing.

He was grasping very forcefully, to the extent that his knuckles were turning white.

”Cough...cough”

In the corner of the rest room, a thin male wizard suddenly turned pale, clutching his throat as he gradually slid onto the carpet, coughing severely, convulsing.

”No...please...help...help me...”

The male wizard struggled, his face gradually turning slightly purple.

But everyone turned a blind eye to his struggles.

The surrounding wizards all held their breath, quickly distancing themselves from the corner.

It was as if the skinny male wizard had some terrifying contagious disease.

Sepulano’s palm opened again.

Like a fish returned to water, that skinny male wizard widened his eyes and opened his mouth, gulping in huge breaths of air, paying no heed to the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, mixing with the tears and snot on his face.

Sepulano turned back around, seeming somewhat surprised, displaying a cruel glint in his pitch-black eyes:

”Beg? Who are you begging? ... Help you, who do you want to help you... him, him, or him?”

The fat wizard gestured a circle with his hand, casually pointing at several wizards around him.

The pointed wizards all suddenly turned pale, but could only lower their heads in silence.

”This is the top university, do you really think I would kill you?” The fat wizard had a disappointed expression on his face, ”Fog... you really disappoint me.”

Sepulano turned his head back, casting his gaze at the hunting ground outside the window again.

The skinny male wizard slumped onto the floor crying, whimpering in a low voice, ”No, I didn’t.....”

Sepulano’s lips pressed even tighter together.

Then he curved one of his fingers again.