Chapter 100 98. Demon Cultist: Russell is a bit too extreme.
Russell noticed that Kuroba's classmate was not eliminated in the first round of questions.
Kuroba seems to have no particular dislike or affection for demons.
He was a little hesitant about joining the Wonton Club, which was backed by the Devil's Order, but after hearing that the Wonton Club, which was backed by the Devil's Order, could make him stronger, he finally accepted it.
This may be because Kuroba comes from an ordinary family and lacks understanding of the evil deeds committed by devil worshipers. He feels that the Devil's Order is no different from other secret organizations.
Well, I actually lack understanding myself. Russell muttered silently.
"Suppose we, the Wonton Club, and the Satanic Cult behind us have done many evil deeds, would you accept it?"
During the in-depth question-and-answer session, Nocturne described to each student the evil things that devil worshipers might do. line, including murderous blood sacrifices and rituals that use torture and abuse to gain strength.
After that, they eliminate the unacceptable students one by one.
After hearing the appalling evil deeds, Heiyu finally couldn't accept it, shook his head wildly, and rejected the invitation.
Fortunately, Kuroyu is still a good person. Russell breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently for Nocturne and Vermouth to question him.
The two came to Russell.
"Russell, if we say that the Wonton Club and the Demonic Cult behind the Wonton Club have done many evil deeds, would you accept it?" "
Evil deeds? Evil deeds!" Russell murmured this word, his body shaking violently. .
Vermouth's heart shrank, worried that his idea of "finding a good seed for the Demonic Cult" just now was wrong.
"Could it be said that you carried out tyranny in many places and massacred countless cities in the name of uprising? You gathered hundreds of children, burned them with trees, and listened to their wails for fun? You used a cauldron of boiling oil and threw babies into it, Do you find it fun to watch his horn jumping? As a result, corpses pile up in mountains, blood flows into rivers, corpses are everywhere, and the river is blocked, making it impossible to sail?" Russell asked blankly.
"Uh, no." Vermouth didn't know how to answer.
"In other words, you once invaded a primitive land, launched hundreds of raids and sweeping wars, brutally massacred the indigenous people, crushed them with more advanced weapons and magic, and spread smallpox and measles on their land. . You put a bounty on the scalps of the indigenous people, used the scalps to make boots, robbed their homes, and then drove the survivors into barren desert areas and scattered reservations?" Russell asked again.
"Uh, still not." Weimeisi was confused.
"None of them? Yes, you are an organized and disciplined cult! You must have used the system to build a set of extremely precise and efficient killing machines to carry out systematic massacres, from gas chambers to crematoriums, everything Standardize the process so that all executioners will not feel that they are doing evil things. You can definitely take out tens of thousands of human hair blankets and countless human skin lampshades." The more Russell talked, the more excited he became, and he was confused
. There was a fanatical light in his eyes.
"Even so, you're going to cover it up, right? Let me guess, a pair of parents scrimping for a year just to save a piece of butter or chocolate to send to the little girl in your custody. Knowing that their daughter has turned into ashes, and that you forced her to write the letter her daughter sent home before she died. In the letter, the girl deliberately said hello to her dead grandfather, but their parents did not notice..."
"Uh, no." Vermouth said hesitantly.
"How come you haven't done anything bad?" Russell's eyes were confused again.
"Sorry, what we do is not that exaggerated." Vermouth scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Then you blame the good guys." Russell's expression was a little more contemptuous.
"Oh, thank you, then?" Vermouth said. For the first time in his life, Vermouth felt that his self-perception as a demonic cultist had been subverted.
...
In the second round of questions, Vermouth and Nocturne also asked the students whether they would keep secrets and not reveal to outsiders that they had joined the Wonton Society. They also asked about their spiritual practice, spell learning progress, and academic studies. Regardless of the situation, those with poorer qualifications will be considered to have insufficient qualifications and will not be able to join the membership.
Except for Russell's answer of "My strength is in the late first grade" which was incomprehensible, the answers of other freshmen were basically satisfactory.
After the second round of questioning, Vermouth and Nocturne eliminated most of the new students. Delete their memory and send them away.
In the end, only Russell and a boy and a girl, a total of 3 students, were successfully selected to join the Wonton Club.
"Congratulations to the three of you for officially becoming members of our Wonton Club! In the future, I will teach you some rituals and incantations for communicating with demons, summoning demons, and borrowing the power of demons based on your professional and extraordinary talents." Vermouth said loudly
. announced.
The three new members have not completely emerged from the hypnotic state, their eyes are dull, but they are smiling, showing their goodwill to vermouth and nocturne.
Russell was quite happy. Now that he knew Vermouth, he finally had a second entry point for investigation and tracking.
If I can’t track Nocturne, I can’t track you?
"Okay, tonight's task is completed. Especially this Russell, the future is limitless." Vermouth was relieved and took a breath.
"No, it's not over yet." Nocturne said coldly, looking through the black hair covering the upper half of his face and looking at the dim-eyed Arctic wolf bound by chains by the tree, "We need to find out who he is. ."
Seeing Nocturne and Vermouth walking towards the Husky holding the Honesty Candle, Russell's heart tightened and he followed.
He is now also a member of the Wonton Society, and it is his duty to help interrogate the prisoners!
Nocturne called out the Sleeper, strengthened the hypnosis again, patted the Arctic Wolf on the shoulder, and began to ask:
"Why are you spying on us? Are you really just passing by?"
The Arctic Wolf's eyes were distracted, and he said slowly: "Russell and I have something. My original plan was to beat Russell up and follow him to this quiet forest, but I didn't expect to bump into your party." "There are
indeed many people who have a grudge against me." Russell said lightly.
Vermouth was not surprised at all. According to his understanding of Russell, it was abnormal for no one to have a grudge against Russell.
Nocturne asked again:
"Are you a student of the college? What is the pseudonym code used in the college?"
Arctic Wolf replied without emotion:
"I am a fourth-year student of the college, the boss of the White Wolf Club, Arctic Wolf!"
Nocturne ended Half of his face twitched.
Vermouth spread his hands and sighed: "Let me just say that under hypnosis, some people will mix their own imagination into their answers." "
But this candle has not been extinguished." A Russell came out from behind the two of them. , pointing to the candle with flickering blue light.
(End of chapter)