Not long ago, at the Cassel College Valhalla, Anger smiled and threw down the information in his hand and said, "Actually, I don't know about this."

"Engers, I can tolerate your other minor problems, but this is the only thing that cannot be said to be." Beowulf said, "Before Lu Mingfei appeared, our understanding of the White King was completely blank, and the dragon bones of the White King from the Mesopotamian plains were the first time we have learned about this dragon king who is a legend even in the history of the Dragon Clan."

Beowulf's voice was loud, even covering the entire conference hall. So, some professors or students who did not have the authority to know the Mesopotamia incident now knew about this. They looked at each other in a daze. They knew that Lu Mingfei killed a second-generation dragon during the first war practice class when he was admitted to school, but no one told them that it was a mysterious White royal family!

Anger pushed his glasses: "If I remember correctly, this matter should be confidential at the moment. Is it really good that you just say it in the public in the hall?"

"I know." Beowulf nodded and admitted, "But didn't you say it before? The students are also part of the Kassel Academy and they have the right to know about it."

While sleeping, the vice principal's snoring suddenly stopped.

Anger shrugged helplessly: "Well, we do have some information about the White Royals. But if you have read Flammel's report, you should know that the White Kings are based on spiritual elements and the dead White Royals cannot know much from it except that they can provide some materials."

"That doesn't matter. What's important is that we now have the living White King blood descendants, right?" Beowulf's expression remained unchanged, as if he had completely confirmed the fact that Lu Mingfei's blood descendants were.

"Is it really good to be so decisive?" Anger sighed, "We have never seen the real White King Blood Seed. Who knows what the real White King Blood Seed is like?"

When he said this, the corner of the vice principal's mouth, which was covered by a hat, twitched.

"Is that?" Beowulf threw out a piece of information. "How do you explain it, and remove his name from the Nibelungen plan's list?"

Anger was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that he would suddenly mention something.

"...It's because he doesn't need it anymore, right?" Beowulf replied to him. "Even if it's just a guess, the White King blood descendant, who is known for his spirit, can ignore the negative effects of bloodline exceeding the critical blood limit. It doesn't seem too difficult, right?"

There was a moment of silence in the conference hall, and then a fierce discussion broke out. The information brought by the conversation between Principal Angers and the Elder Beowulf made them, who were originally scientific madmen, go crazy.

"So that's it! So that's it!" Guderian looked furious, "Ming Fei is indeed in all... no! He is the only genius among tens of millions and billions! What about Caesar, Chu Zihang can only get beaten!"

"Even if he is genius, it is brought by blood!" Manstein pressed the excited Guderian back to his seat, and then asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Does the White King Bloodborne really have such a terrible ability? If that's true, why is there no news about them yet?"

"I don't know." Schneider said quietly, "but I think it might be soon, he... or they, will appear before us."

Angers looked at the information silently, and the information leaked to the campus was not available. Beowulf obviously came prepared. Angers was sure that he had research on the blood of the White King that could not be explored by the outside world, and less than ten people, including him, knew about this. And the others did not attend today's meeting. In other words, Beowulf seemed to know this through his own way.

Anger glanced at the vice-principal who seemed to be asleep, but his breathing slowed down unconsciously. Obviously, he didn't know that Beowulf had prepared such a move.

Then Beowulf added coldly: "And there are his parents, whether it is Norma's database, the library's archives, and the memories of the vocational education staff... Kassel College, there are no these two people at all. Maybe you know whether they really exist, right?"

"His parents naturally existed, because the work they were responsible for was too special, so all the information was deleted. And I was also curious, how did you know these? Your guesses about the White King Bloodborne." Anger asked without a specific answer.

Beowulf replied: "For these hundred years, I have not just sat in the family castle."

"Okay, I really didn't expect that the big and thick dragon-loving blood-loving people would go to do research." Anger put away the information.

"I just commissioned some teams, and I don't believe you don't have a similar organization." Beowulf looked at Angers, "When will you hide until? About that boy."

Anger looked at him silently: "I'll ask you this sentence. You are so anxious to find out if he is a white king. What exactly are you going to do?"

"Of course it is to... eliminate the dangerous mixed races mixed with us." Beowulf replied with the same gaze.

"Elder Beowulf! Ming Fei is not a dangerous mixed race!" A professor with messy hair suddenly appeared at the seat outside the conference table, and was pressed back by the bald head beside him.

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Anger looked at Beowulf, and then suddenly smiled: "Is that right? Then Norma, please contact Commissioner Lu Mingfei. It seems better to explain it yourself."

"Angers, did you hide him?" Beowulf narrowed his eyes.

Anger shrugged, and he smiled indifferently: "This is not to be hidden. He is performing tasks, performing ss-level tasks assigned by me personally."

"Ss level!" Not only Beowulf, but even the others on the conference table widened their eyes.

The task level of Kassel Academy is also sorted by e-s according to the degree of danger. Ss is an extra column. It is not necessarily difficult or troublesome than S level, but it is definitely special than the former. For such tasks, the executive department is not qualified to distribute, because this is specially designated by the school board or only the veterans.

"You asked a student to perform ss-level tasks? Or is it such a special student." Beowulf opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "and you also passed the Senate and directly issued the ss-level tasks!"

"He has been facing the Dragon King, but he is not afraid of these things. Besides, didn't you say I want to be a dictator? I have to express it, right?" Anger smiled casually.

"you!"

"But since we have reached this point, how about adding another fire?" Beowulf was interrupted by Angers before he finished speaking.

"How do you want to make a fuss?" Beowulf asked.

At the conference table, including the veterans and professors on the seats outside, looked at them in confusion. Why did their topic return to the previous question of finding dangerous mixed races, and then became inexplicably strange?

"This makes a fire." Anger snapped his fingers, "Norma, contact all the branches in my name, and I will give a video speech to each branch."

At the same time, somewhere was still in the daytime branch of Kassel College. The branch director took out his cell phone and looked at it. After a moment of silence, he immediately summoned the left-behind personnel to the office. On the other side, another branch where the hemisphere had fallen into darkness, the branch director who had already fallen asleep early was awakened by the ringtone. When he was about to curse, he immediately woke up and immediately jumped up to notify the people when he saw the information above.

Such things happened in the Kassel branch all over the world. As long as humans can get to the place, the ringtone rang. In addition, the Italian branch, which had long been disconnected from the headquarters by the so-called state of emergency.

After listening to the reports of other secretarys, Frost frowned: "Angers, is this your counterattack?"

"Improve it, Mr. Frost." The secretary in front of him hesitated for a moment, "I think it is even more difficult to get Principal Angers down with such means alone. Moreover, the Secret Party's Elderly Council and the Gatuso allies have asked about our situation many times, although I have used the Italian government's policies to evade them. But if it takes too long, they will be suspicious."

"Don't care about these." Frost let go of his frown: "I don't expect to bring down Angers through this, just hold them back. Whether it's him or the Senate, these are enough for them to be busy for a while. When they have time to pay attention to this side, it's almost time for us to end."

"At that time, neither Angers nor the Senate need to care. As for our allies... I can only say that I am very sorry, and I can only be fortunate that they will bear it for a while." Frost said proudly.

Then he asked the secretary: "How is the data collection in the 'stronghold'? Is there any abnormality?"

"The required data has been completely collected, Mr. Frost." The secretary lowered his head and replied, and then he thought for a while, "For special things, a stronghold suddenly disconnected the signal from us just now. Although it was not much connected again, the information from the Fa came back said that nothing abnormal appeared, but the reason for the disconnection of the signal has not been clarified yet."

"Maybe it was Norma's attack on the family that caused the network abnormality..." Frost lowered his head and thought for a while, and then ordered, "But since the data has been collected, there is no need for the existence of the stronghold. Just implement the abandoned plan."

"I understand." The secretary nodded and left.

A man was restored to the office again. Frost opened the computer screen in front of him, and soon Angers' figure appeared on it. With the ability of the Gattuso family, even if it was disconnected from the network of the headquarters, there were other channels to know what was happening in the academy.

"Let me see what kind of medicine is sold in your gourd."

...

"I believe everyone in front of the screen has already known that a rare veteran meeting is being held in the college headquarters at this moment." Angers' voice and images were seen by thousands of official specialists in the branch through Norma's network.

"I will skip the specific matter for now and I will notify you specifically, of course, to answer a question and something to explain after that."

On the 30th floor of Genji Heavy Industry, everyone in the room calmly focused their minds and stared at the old man on the screen.

"I know what you want to know the most..." It was obviously a one-way communication, but the old man's eyes seemed to see through the thoughts of everyone in the room. "So I don't talk nonsense, just let Lu Mingfei, the central figure of this meeting, who is suspected to be a bloodborne in the White King, want to explain to you."

After saying that, Angers stopped talking. Then a dial sound rang out. After waiting for a while, a young male voice rang out.

He said with some confusion: "So, you are just looking for me for this?"

It was obvious that they had seen the video information about this young man before, but the sound was like magic, and it had a momentary stagnation with the air in the room.

The principal's voice rang again: "To be honest, I personally have doubts about this statement, but everyone in the college does not seem to think so."

"This is not doubtful. All the evidence shows that Lu Mingfei, you and ordinary mixed races, are different from us." A strange voice inserted in. It was Beowulf.

Lu Mingfei's voice fell silent and he did not respond for a long time. In the eyes of others, it seemed like a default.

Beowulf, who received no response, continued: "I know you are afraid of exposing your true self, because even among the mixed races, you are still single, and you will probably experience the loneliness brought by the sorrow of blood again."

There was still no response from the other side of the communication, but if you listen carefully, you would hear some dull thunder, like an explosion.

Then Lu Mingfei replied: "I don't know what to say about this question, but if you say yes, that's probably it."

This seems to admit it, or it seems that if it doesn't admit it, it makes many people confused. And the principal is very enthusiastic about contacting branches all over the world just to say this?

Then Lu Mingfei's voice sounded: "Although I think you are probably asking something, but unfortunately, I have to hang up. After all, I am experiencing the simple welcome method of Siberian residents..."

But before he finished speaking, a louder thunder exploded in his ears, and then there was a dense clicking sound like rain hitting the ground, violently like gunfire...

Then someone discovered that it was not the sound of rain, but the sound of gunfire! And the one just now was not the sound of thunder, it was the real explosion!
Chapter completed!