High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 690 - 38 Snail without a Shell_1

Chapter 690: Chapter 38 Snail without a Shell_1

"You should indeed take a trip back."

In response to Sepulano’s answer, Sir Friedman said smoothly, "Ever since the auspicious family rose in rank, you seem to have slackened in your duties to the club...especially this year’s Moon Hunting. I heard you teamed up with Neville and made a small sum of three thousand jade coins. Many brothers in the club are waiting for your red envelope."

Sepulano raised his eyebrows, seemingly enlightened.

He finally understood the purpose of the Blood Comrades —— due to the well-executed operation this year, the revenue from gambling on Moon Hunting was nearly three thousand jade coins. This was equivalent to half of the assets of a small wizard family! Even the Blood Comrades, who had previously disdained ’dirty money’, could not help but drool at such a huge cake.

This ancient association has ultimately rotted. Perhaps it needed to be broken like ’Will and Judgment’ in order to be reborn from the ashes. Sepulano pondered silently in his heart, sighing in silence.

Of course, he would not say these words to Friedman.

"Speaking of gambling, I thought you would bring Sima Yi with you... He caused a lot of trouble for us in this year’s hunting competition." Sepulano changed the topic, looking thoughtfully at Friedman, then at Matthew, "You didn’t bring Sima for the reason that his surname is Sima, not Karen?"

Matthew’s heart shivered, and he quietly swallowed.

He was shocked by the sharp insight of the fat wizard because before he came here, Friedman had said something similar.

The young vampire quietly glanced at his cousin.

He sharply noticed that his cousin seemed to always subtly yield when facing this fat man! This thought startled him as soon as it appeared in his mind. He could not help shaking his head forcefully, trying to shake this terrible thought out.

Sir Friedman looked at his cousin strangely, but didn’t say anything.

"Who I bring, or don’t bring, is my freedom... Obviously, you still don’t have a deep understanding of the basic principles of Alpha Academy." Sir Friedman raised his chin, quite satisfied with his reply.

"Very well," Sepulano squinted, and his chubby cheeks struggled to tremble: "Since you mentioned the principles of the Academy, then I hope you can recall the agreement with the Auspicious Association, and reconsider the proposal just now... After all, freedom and justice are inseparable, and justice will never be late!"

"That’s why I had to explain it to you in person." Friedman replied dryly: "The agreement does not specify the consequences if the Auspicious Association changes the ’gambling method’ and ’trade method with the Lake Bell fishman’."

"I remember you just said that those fishmen gave stinky copper coins." Sepulano struggled to twist his lips, revealing a mocking smile: "I thought your noble families would disdain these benefits."

"Copper stinks, copper stinks, how could it stink without copper?" Friedman laughed exaggeratedly: "Of course, I personally don’t mind if you make a new agreement with the fishman behind our backs... After all, we are all in school, as long as the agreement is in our interest, you can decide by yourself."

Mike Gold Cypress Plano crossed his arms in front of him, twisted his neck hard backward, and a trace of impatience appeared on his face.

Matthew’s restless eyes slid over the faces of the two leaders.

"This is my agreement." Sepulano emphasized in a low voice: "It has nothing to do with you, or anyone else. Maybe you’ve heard from others that Lord Augustus is not so satisfied with you. So now, the fishman reserve belongs to me."

Sir Friedman’s deep blue eyes stared into Sepulano’s deep eyes, neither of them giving in.

"See?" Friedman stepped back slightly, leaned to Matthew’s ear, exaggeratedly imitating Sepulano’s expression, whispering: "Listen to his tone, look at his demeanor... This is the expression of having everything under control... This is confidence."

"You have to learn one in the future."

Sepulano raised his hand, his index and middle fingers joined, twitching slightly.

Several burly men walked out from the side and stood behind the two guests.

"Now you can leave." Sepulano paused, then added: "Please."

Friedman retracted his smile, took a cold step forward, and said in a low voice:

"The Blood Comrades have their own rules and regulations. You know that. These rules transcend the Auspicious Association, beyond 3A, and even beyond the various rules of the first university."

"You don’t care about these rules... Everyone knows this and has always been very tolerant to you."

"But just like you have your own rules."

"But after you join the Blood Comrades, you need to obey the rules of the club... This is an ancient covenant, which you do not have the ability to break."

"Now, your wise choice... No. Now, your only choice, acknowledge this covenant, and humbly execute it."

"If you violate the covenant, the covenant will no longer protect you as it does now."

Sepulano took a deep breath, stood up, and stared at Friedman, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, no, no, this is not a threat." Friedman laughed, stretched out his hand, also put his index and middle fingers together, shook them slightly.

The few burly men behind him quietly fell to the ground.

"This is a threat."

Sepulano’s eyes were deep and his face was expressionless. He didn’t show any anger or fear because of several members of the Auspicious Association falling at the feet of the Duke.

A few words he had heard before involuntarily emerged in Matthew’s mind: "Facing a landslide with no change in expressions certainly reflects a great general demeanor... but it could also be facial paralysis." "Seeing a landslide and showing no fear, probably because the magnitude of the landslide wasn’t big enough."

Although various thoughts slid in his mind, Matthew still maintained his responsibility as an attendant. He took out his magic book behind Sir Friedman and made a defensive gesture.

"Put away your magic book, boy!" Sepulano seemed to be talking to Matthew, but his gaze was firmly on the Duke: "While I haven’t changed my mind yet."

"Put the magic book away, Matthew." Sir Friedman also spoke gently: "After all, this is still the First University."

Matthew immediately obediently put away his redwood hardcover magic book.

As such, the matter in the Candy House seemed to have come to an end.

"A snail without a shell is just a slug." Before leaving the lounge, the Duke said in a weak voice: "And after putting on that heavy round shell, it can even pretend to be the mother of the Sand Hour...Its life can be sublimated because of this."

Sepulano quietly watched the two leave the Candy House.