Magic!

Chapter 113 111. Eavesdropping

Vermouth looked around at her slightly shining eyes in the darkness:

"Starting from you, one by one, count clockwise."

"1." The first black-robed cultist reported.

"2." The second black-robed cultist counted.

"3." The wind chime in black robe announced the number.

"4." The third black-robed cultist reported.

"5." The fourth black-robed cultist reported.

5 people? Vermes frowned slightly, as if he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Wasn't he originally going to meet four cultists?

Oh yes, I almost forgot, he is one himself.

1+4=5.

So there were a total of 5 people participating in the party.

Then the number of people reporting to him should be 5!

The above inference is very logical. It was definitely not influenced by some mental suggestion that distorted his cognition.

Five people and one ghost were crowded into the small men's toilet cubicle.

It was slightly crowded in the darkness where the stench wafted.

Fortunately, the ghost doesn't take up any space, otherwise it would definitely be more crowded.

"The space has been sealed, right?" Vermouth asked another cultist.

"The blockade is over." In the darkness, the cultist held up a metal magic ball, which was his magic weapon.

Different magic weapons have different functions. For example, this metal magic ball can block the surrounding space, prevent others from eavesdropping, and use supernatural means to detect and detect.

"Very good!" Vermouth praised, "As long as no one mixes among us, no one can eavesdrop on the content of our party."

Wind Chime agreed:

"Yes, yes, this place is hidden! No matter what we talk about, no one will know except the six of us."

6? Vermouth frowned, seeming to find something wrong again.

He thought hard. There are 5 people reporting to him, so including himself, there are 6 people.

Well, that’s right!

Vermouth belongs to the quasi-senior group, and obviously has the highest status among the six people, but there is no qualitative gap between him and the other members. He cleared his throat and said:

"Okay, let's start today's regular secret meeting of the Red Order of Chaos. Do you have any questions before the formal meeting?"

A cultist raised his hand and asked:

"I have a question. We are cultists who make deals with the devil. Many people have signed contracts with the devil.

“But I don’t know why, but subconsciously I always feel that demons are chaotic evil, while devils are lawful evil.

"Shouldn't we make a deal and sign a contract with the devil?"

The darkness fell into a long silence.

Immediately there was a roar of complaints.

"Is this the setting of "Dungeons and Dragons"?"

"Don't bring the board game setting into reality."

"Just playing dnd!"

Vermouth had long been accustomed to the unreliability of his colleagues, so he covered his face and interrupted the topic:

"Do you have any other questions? If not, we will officially start the meeting."

…

Outside the toilet where the cultists gathered, and even outside the entire teaching building, deep in the quiet night, there was the top rooftop of another building, the Astronomy Building.

Russell sat on a wooden chair, bathing in the cool night breeze, half-squinting his eyes, eavesdropping on the party through the shared vision and hearing of the wind chimes 180 meters away.

Shared senses and spiritual communication rely on the connection between the psychic and the spirit being driven. In addition, the wind chime is also his contracted spirit, which means there is an additional layer of contractual connection compared to ordinary ghosts. This is not a detection probe from the outside world, which is not completely blocked by the space blockade in the bathroom stall.

Unfortunately, that layer of blocking barrier still affects the signal to some extent.

"Zizzizi..."

Russell put his fingers on his temples and turned the signal to adjust the spiritual communication to keep the communication with the contract spirit wind chime open.

…

In the stench-filled darkness.

Wei Mei thought and cleared her throat:

"How is everyone's downline development going?"

Several cultists have reported on their recent progress in the academy. Some have achieved certain results, while others have made no progress.

These offline people are all students in the academy. Due to various encounters, they have become the development goals of the devil believers. These off-line students formed the Wonton Club, the official association of the Red Order of Chaos in the academy.

Feng Chime also reported like other cultists:

"Not long ago, I developed a student who has the potential to become a devil believer. But he has a big shortcoming, that is, his logic is unclear, and he likes to tell lies with his eyes open and talk nonsense seriously."

During the telepathic communication, Feng Chime remembered that Russell was also monitoring her words, and quickly reported back to Russell: "Look at me, I'm smart. I just make up a non-existent person."

Russell looked indifferent and praised perfunctorily: "Ah, you are so smart. You describe a non-existent person and act like it."

In the toilet, Vermouth endured the stuffy air and patiently listened to the summary of his colleagues.

"Sigh, the quality of your offline development is average." He shook his head.

Speaking of this, Vermouth showed full pride:

"It's going very well for me. Not long ago, I cooperated with the Nocturne Priest and found a particularly promising talent. He is simply a born Demon Priest, a demon in human skin!

“I think he will definitely officially join our Red Order of Chaos within a few months, and he will definitely become an outstanding red priest in the future, with an unlimited future!

"I'll show you around when I have time."

After Feng Chime heard this important information, he quickly contacted Russell through psychic communication:

"Russell Russell, it sounds like the Devil Followers have developed an extremely dangerous student as a downline. There is no need to dig deeper into this."

"That's not necessary," Russell replied calmly, "the vermouth was talking about me."

"oh."

At the same time, the meeting of the cultists was proceeding in full swing.

After half an hour of boring and inexplicable discussions, and a lot of nonsense and worthless chatter, the meeting finally got to the point.

Vermouth revealed a breaking news:

"Attention! It has been confirmed above that the Demon King's seal is definitely in the academy! Everyone follows the plan and works hard undercover for a while, and we will be able to successfully find and break the seal and release the Demon King. When the time comes, The whole world will surrender to us."

The legendary Demon King is really sealed in the academy! When Russell heard this important news, his half-lidded eyes suddenly opened.

The wind chime scratched its head and sent a message to Russell through psychic communication:

"Are the devil believers mistaken? You asked Professor Black Amber and she said that the devil king is not sealed in the academy."

Russell was silent.

Vermouth became more and more excited:

"According to the information we know, the Demon King's seal is hidden in a hidden location in the academy and is guarded by three monsters - the dragon, the hydra and the sphinx!"