In the early morning, Jormungandr yawned and walked downstairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Morning...eh? The sun rises from the west today? You got up so early."

Looking at Xia Mi nestled on the sofa, Jörmungandr really couldn't think of anything that could make this lazy guy give up his habit of staying in bed.

What's more, Xie Chen spent the night in Xia Mi's room last night. Logically speaking, they should be sleeping soundly in bed now.

Could it be that Xie Chen was not in good condition last night? It makes no sense, he was quite strong the day before yesterday.

Xia Mi sat on the sofa with a straight face and ignored Jörmungandr's teasing.

Jörmungandr thought that Shami was angry because he got up, so he went to the kitchen and poured out a glass of milk.

Putting the milk on the coffee table, Jörmungandr keenly noticed that Xia Mi's sight seemed to shift directly the moment the bond cup appeared.

"Want to drink? Let me pour you a glass?" Jörmungandr shook the quilt, and a thin layer of slightly thick milk hung around the wall of the cup.

Xia Mi's expression instantly became very complicated, as if he was recalling something bad.

"No, it's better not to use it." Xia Mi covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly.

Xia Mi had a hard time last night, but in the end she paid a certain price. This price made Xia Mi probably have no idea about dairy products for some time in the future.

"By the way, why are you alone, where is Xie Chen?"

"I didn't know he wasn't here so early in the morning."

Thinking of what happened last night, Xie Chen Xia Mi got angry when he mentioned it.

"He is not in the room, he must have gone out..."

Jörmungandr walked to the window, and at some point, the continuous rain outside had gradually turned into showers, which seemed to flood and destroy the entire world.

Jörmungandr opened the window, and the fresh air mixed with the earthy but fishy smell rushed into the room, but the window seemed to be covered with a transparent barrier, and not a drop of the rapid raindrops outside the window broke into the room.

Jörmungandr looked out the window and saw faint thunder flashing in the clouds.

"It's going to be sunny."

———————

Chicago, Cassel College.

Professor Mans Rundstedt knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Please come in."

Since Leviathan went south, Angers has not been running around the world during this period, but has always been loyal to the academy.

He is waiting for the victory of the dragon-slaying team.

And that time is today.

"Principal, Dragon Slaying Team A has completed its mission perfectly."

Angers put down the newspaper in his hand, "Very good, Professor Rundstedt, this operation will add a lot of color to your professor's file!"

Not everyone can encounter such a grand scene as dragon slaying, and many dragon slayers may not be able to encounter a real dragon slaying battle in their lifetime.

"Go back and rest, leave the rest to the execution department, they will take care of it..."

Angers raised his head, the words stuck in his throat.

Rundstedt looked a bit strange, with his entire face covered tightly, like a paparazzi hiding in a corner to take secret photos of celebrities.

Wearing sunglasses in this weather can be an excuse to use the glare of the sun, but what does wearing a mask mean?

You have to hide your identity when you come to the principal's office, right?

"Principal..." Mans Rundstedt seemed to realize that he was dressing up strangely, but he hesitated to speak.

"What kind of outfit is this? I remember that you don't have the habit of wearing sunglasses and masks." Ange asked doubtfully: "Are you being followed?"

"No..." Mans Rundstedt hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly and took off all his clothes.

As a result, Mans Rundstedt's rough face with stubble appeared in front of Angers.

What was different from what Angers remembered was that Mans Rundstedt had a few more bruises on his face and even a black eye socket.

"Hey, Rundstedt, did you get into a fight with someone? Was it some disobedient boy in the academy?"

Mans Rundstedt is a professor on the combat side of the academy, and he has real strength.

Looking at Kassel Academy today, the only ones who can beat Mans Rundstedt into such a state are those few lawless boys.

To be honest, with the character of Lu Mingfei and Xie Chen, Anger would not be surprised who would do such a thing.

"So are you here to complain today?"

"No, it has nothing to do with the students of our college." Mans Rundstedt said to the door of the principal's office in a low voice: "Come in."

Only then did Angers notice that Mans Rundstedt had not closed the door, but had left a gap.

After the words fell, a figure walked into the principal's office.

What surprised Angers was that this person was very unfamiliar to him, and it could even be said that he had never seen him before.

Rundstedt was an old man from Kassel and was very familiar with the Camarilla's business of keeping mixed-race time secrets. How could he casually bring a stranger back to the academy?

"Did you see the injury on my face? This brat hit me." Rondstedt had a look of reluctance on his face, but he still spoke.

"Mixed breed?" Angers was instantly interested.

A young man who can beat Rundstedt so badly is definitely a potential stock.

"Boy, this is our principal. As long as he nods, you can enroll."

Rundstedt put everything on again and looked at Angers: "Principal, I coaxed, tricked, dragged and dragged you here. It's up to you whether you can keep him or not. This kid is a pain in the ass."

,Tough him more.",

In Rundstedt's view, although this kid from the Middle East has some tricks up his sleeve, he is still completely incompetent in front of his own arrogance.

So what if the power is great? Don't you see, that brat Xie Chen is so powerful, can't he just be used as a punching bag in front of Principal Ange?

The formula speed = strength = power is no joke.

It's just a pity. I heard that brat Xie Chen didn't want to participate in the operation and ran out secretly. Otherwise, he could have taught the newcomers the rules.

As for Rundstedt's last words, he swore they were not revenge, but just a kind reminder to the principal.

That's all.

"Principal, please be busy first, I'll go back and catch up on some sleep first." Rundstedt said hello and closed the door of the principal's office from the outside.

"You are the second young man to come to my office during this period."

The room did not become tense because of what Rundstedt said before leaving. Angers calmly talked to Abbas like an ordinary kind old man.

This made Abbas a little confused. On the way to Kassel, seeing that Rundstedt was so in awe of the principal of Kassel, Abbas thought that Angers would be a man who had been raised in high positions all year round.

A dignified old man.

At least this is the case for the wealthy men in the Middle East. They are full of joy and anger, and just standing there are more imposing than bodyguards with loaded guns.

But this old man was different. He made Abbas feel very friendly and gave him the illusion that he was in front of his family.

This is ridiculous. Abbas, who has been an orphan since childhood, does not know what family is.

But now that's what he thinks.

"Of course, just because you are second does not mean that you are the second among the young people in this academy. I have long wanted to talk to that group of outstanding children, but I never got around to it."

Angers pointed to the sofa next to him and said to Abbas: "Sit down, stand up and talk as if I were corporally punishing students. Really good educators never bother to use corporal punishment. Oh no, that can't be called corporal punishment at all."

Educational methods can only be regarded as the embodiment of some people’s despicable psychology.”

"Thank you." Abbas nodded in thanks and sat upright on the sofa.

The posture is upright like a big clay Buddha.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a polite student like you." Angers couldn't help but sigh: "I just said you were the second one. Last time that bastard guy came to the principal's office and took it away secretly before I left.

I bought a bag of tea leaves that I treasured."

Abbas was a little surprised. He didn't expect an old man like Angers, who behaved in a gentlemanly manner, to swear in a down-to-earth manner.

There were people who were so rude, Abbas kept this in mind.

What the other party did was indeed a bit excessive. If he were caught in a slum in the Middle East, his hands would be cut off in the end.

Angers babbled like an ordinary old man: "This is also the brat who is strong enough. If it were someone else, I would just kick him out of the principal's office."

Walking to the cabinet, Ange smiled and said, "I'm sorry for letting you listen to me, an old man, talking about these useless things."

Ange brushed his fingers over a row of bottles and cans in the cabinet and asked, "I have red wine, coffee, and black tea here. Which one do you want?"

"Just like you."

Abbas has no idea about these seemingly ordinary drinks that are actually more valuable than gold. Even a sip of clean drinking water is a luxury in the slums.

Angers skillfully took out two glasses from the cabinet and poured red wine into each. The rose-red wine reflected an alluring luster in the glasses, like a priceless ruby.

This is Angers's treasure from the vice-principal, and there are not many left.
To be continued...