High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2464: Chapter 685: Their Respective Tasks

”Stalking is a good method. Zheng Qing can be considered a ’celebrity’ at First University, so sending someone to stalk him openly wouldn’t seem too abrupt.”

”He’s always been the kind of guy who gets into trouble, so he’s probably used to being followed by now.”

”I heard that after last year’s Halloween parade, he used to go to class every day with an invisibility talisman, pretending he wasn’t at school... My point is, that guy is quite timid, so we can’t have a fierce-looking person follow him...”

”Then send a witch! A cute and lovely girl!”

”Yes, a cute girl is good. I heard he’s quite a flirt, even with Su Councilor, he still messes with other witches. We can use this opportunity to test him...”

The black cat listened to the demons around the meeting table chattering about itself and could barely endure it, but upon hearing the last part, it couldn’t hold back any longer. Clearing its throat, it interrupted:

”Excuse me, flirt?”

With its ears pulled back like airplane wings, its tail flicking unconsciously, the black cat stared at the Persian cat that used the term, trying to maintain a friendly tone: ”If I remember correctly, that term isn’t used for warlocks!”

”He’s no warlock!”

The Persian cat—Lady Leviathan—rolled her pretty big eyes upwards and huffed: ”If he were a real man, he wouldn’t hide behind Su Councilor and would face everyone’s doubts openly!”

”Doubts? How come I heard the word should be pronounced ’beating’?” The black cat felt its nose going a bit crooked, quickly lifting its paw to rub it.

”If he can’t even handle a beating, how does he have the face to be Su Councilor’s husband!” The Persian cat responded rightfully.

For a moment, Zheng Qing almost thought that under that cat’s skin was Li Meng. But he quickly realized, Li Meng couldn’t possibly be Miss Jealous—must admit, the devils of the Seven Sins are all cunning, Li Meng relatively seems pretty simple and honest.

The black cat had nothing to say against the Persian cat’s retort.

But soon, wisdom from Mr. Ah Q allowed it to find peace—reasoning is meant for people, what reasoning is there to discuss with cats? In this situation, no matter how malicious the words, one must pretend not to hear them.

And so, there was the initial scene: it sat at the center of the meeting table, starting to stare at the new sprouts in the withered pot, allowing the other seven demons around to continue their lively discussion.

Until the meeting room settled back into quiet.

”...So, are you taking this job or not?” The black cat raised its paw, wiping away the few tears at the corner of its eyes brought by yawning, glancing vaguely around, waiting for the devils’ response.

”Take it.”

”Don’t take it.”

”Take it.”

”Take it.”

”Don’t take it.”

”Take it.”

Six devils raised their paws one after the other, stating their opinions, with four in favor opposed to two, the decision was made. Yet, in fairness, Lord Kannai still patiently woke up another snoring fellow in the meeting room.

”Belfinger? Belfinger!”

The black cat shook the peacock that looked more like a parrot awake and asked, ”Regarding the ’private information collection task’ about Zheng Qing at Jiuyou Academy of First University, do you think the Seven Sins should take it up?”

As the spokesperson for ’Sloth,’ Belfinger performed exceedingly well.

It yawned hugely, rivaling the black cat, lifted its wing to wipe away the sleep dust on its cheek, clicked its beak, and gave an indifferent answer: ”Doesn’t matter if we take it or not...”

”Alright.” Lord Kannai politely noted down its answer and summarized: ”So, by the principle of minority obeying the majority, the Seven Sins will undertake this task... Now the question is, how do we complete this task? As the Sin Bearer, I suggest we split the entire task into seven different modules, each responsible for one...”

”And then you’ll cross-examine, verify our true identities based on the completion of the different tasks?” The little red fox sneered, interrupting the black cat’s suggestion.

The black cat spread its paws.

Truthfully, before the fox spoke, it hadn’t considered that scenario: ”You can also work it out amongst yourselves... just need to give me an estimated completion time for the task. But before that, for safety reasons, I suggest the Seven Sins clearly stipulates in the contract with the client that the ’biological information’ we provide should not pose a life threat to the target.”

The devils were silent for a few seconds.

”Seconded!”

”Seconded...”

The clause added by the black cat met no resistance and quickly passed unanimously, even Belfinger, who was always dozing off, swiftly raised its wing.

”As for your respective tasks...”

The black cat touched the ruby ring on its wrist, contemplating how to make these cunning fellows have a bit more trust in their comrades, when the red fox pulled out a roll of parchment from under itself.

”The usual way.”

The fox handed the long piece of parchment over to the side, sounding extremely familiar: ”...from Green Grocery, still unopened parchment.”

The parchment circulated safely around the meeting table, with every devil examining it carefully.

”Then let Lord Kannai cut out seven strips of paper from it at will.” The red fox pushed the parchment to the black cat, which nodded slightly, extending a claw to cut out seven strips precisely.

Meanwhile, the rest of the parchment had already been folded into a crooked paper box by the other animals working together.

”Should’ve known we should have used some transformation technique,” the black and white-spotted pig grunted in complaint, ”when we used hands to fold it before, it didn’t feel this clumsy...”

”Think positively about everything,” the Black Mountain Goat stamped its hooves in comfort, flattening the bottom of the paper box some more: ”...this can train our control over magic power.”

”You can record our tasks now.” The red fox courteously bowed to the black cat, simultaneously providing a brief explanation: ”Each strip of paper records a task, later you can toss the folded strips into the box for us to draw lots ourselves, Merlin above, this way it’s fair for everyone.”

It indeed was a good method.

The black cat pouted, taking out an automatic feather pen from the ruby ring—not foolish enough to leave its own handwriting, even if it currently was merely a cat—and then leisurely glanced at the seven devils.

”We need someone to get his class schedule.”

Hanging from a high-back chair, the little loudspeaker under the blood-colored bat’s chin buzzed first: ”Even if it’s only part of it... It’s said he took nearly ten more elective courses this semester, some of the schedule is hard to obtain through ordinary means. These courses can be accounted for in the allowable margin of error.”

”Seconded.” The other devils agreed in unison.

And the feather pen next to the black cat’s paw left only two words—class schedule.