In the long history of First University, if there was anything that had been passed down alongside this ancient school, it was none other than the student clubs of all sizes.
Public or secret, famous or obscure, ancient or newly founded, all kinds of student clubs formed circles of students large and small, interlinked with one another to weave a sturdy coat of chainmail around the university.
The Blood Fellowship was one of the two publicly recognized student clubs at First University.
For Friedman to become the new Augustus of the Blood Fellowship, besides going through the regular internal competition, he could also take a detour and borrow the strength of other school clubs to give himself a push.
The "3A Club," which he himself chaired, belonged to those "other clubs."
But relying on the "3A Club" alone was far from enough, because Sephrano also had the Xiangqi Society cheering him on. Therefore, Friedman had to find more powerful allies.
That matter was far more important than that detestable bug Nicholas.
Thus, after turning the corner, although Friedman still felt more or less displeased, that discomfort quickly faded under the searing heat of the Ruby Ring on his finger.
He looked around.
It was class time, and there was no one in the stairwell.
The silent sir raised one hand to his chest and pinched the Ruby Ring with the other, sensing the scorching warmth between his fingers as he slowly descended the stairs.
Down seven, up three, down five, up one.
At the bottom of the stairs, a cloud of white mist silently billowed upward. Behind it, an ancient-looking bronze secret door suddenly appeared. A green, grimacing face on the door bared its teeth and greeted the vampire standing on the stairs.
"Good afternoon."
The pale-faced vampire nodded very