Sure enough, the old almanac was always right. He never should have gone out today. The black cat thought this as he instinctively snorted, trying to blow out the bad luck clinging to him.
But honestly, listening to this inexplicable fellow talk endlessly about school rules had genuinely piqued Zheng Qing's interest in this so-called "study interest group."
Still, after Xiao Xiao's constant lectures, the young publicly funded student was no longer a novice who had just entered the Wizarding World. He held the utmost wariness and vigilance toward anyone whose face he "couldn't see clearly."
"I don't even know the name of your club. Why should I be interested in it?" The black cat raised the whiskers at the corners of his mouth and refused, though not very firmly.
"Seven Deadly Sins."
The wizard in the White Mask immediately replied, "The club is called the Seven Deadly Sins. I'm the club's Sin Eater. Due to personal reasons, I can no longer continue in this position, so I need a successor... You are the successor I have chosen."
"Seven Deadly Sins? Sin Eater?"
The black cat mulled over these rather intriguing-sounding terms. He had not wanted to pay the other party any more attention, but driven by a cat's curious nature, he could not help asking, "A club from Atlas? Is your personal reason that you're about to graduate? Are you a fourth-year student? Why did you choose me? Do we know each other? Do you know who I am?"
There was no fear in refusing; the real fear was refusing without even opening one's mouth.
The black cat fired off a string of questions. Rather than angering the wizard, they seemed to make him even happier. He hurriedly answered, "The Seven Deadly Sins is a school-wide club. It isn't