Cassell College, President's Office, Chicago, Illinois, USA
The European-style decoration style room is high-end and elegant, with white oak floors covering the entire room, and golden sunlight shining in through the blinds, giving you a sense of tranquility that comes from the past.
The silver-haired old man is sitting at the desk. Under his white shirt, a pair of slightly bulging chest muscles are exposed. The butterfly folding knife he is playing with is flying around his fingers. What is slightly surprising is that his eyes are closed at the moment.
, as if taking a nap.
The only living legend in the history of dragon slaying, the spokesperson of the Secret Party and the president of Kassel College, Hilbert Jean Angers.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a dull but not impatient knock on the door.
"Please come in!" The silver-haired old man opened his eyes and slowly put away the folding knife in his hand.
The person who opened the door and walked in was a middle-aged white male wearing an oxygen mask and a black windbreaker. He looked extremely serious and stylish. It seemed that he would take out a gun from his coat pocket and yell "
The FBI is handling the case, hands up!" Then we started a corrupt life and the old principal who misappropriated school board funds and traveled around squatted down with his head in his hands. He was handed over to the judiciary for trial and then sent to a prison specifically for mixed-race people.
"Principal, why did you call me here today?" As the director of the executive department of Kassel College, von Schneider has always been very time-saving.
After all, many accidents caused by fallen hybrids in the world require their intervention to prevent the existence of dragons from being known to ordinary people.
They also need to constantly monitor every place on the earth where there are traces of the resurrection of pure-blood dragons and prepare for the resurrection of the four monarchs. They don't want to wake up and see an entire city under the dragon king's flames.
The scene below turns into ashes, that will be the beginning of the end of the world.
In short, the members of the executive department are very busy, and everyone is always ready to dedicate their lives to the cause of dragon slaying.
"Tea or coffee?" Angers asked slowly, apparently not understanding Schneider's intention.
"Let's have tea. There happens to be Biluochun sent to me by an old friend this year." Seeing that Schneider didn't reply, Ange said to himself, opened the drawer next to him and took out a small jade jar. After opening it, the fragrance filled his nostrils.
Soon the tea was brewed, and two cups of tea were served. There were white clouds rolling in the cup, and the fragrance was astonishing. It was indeed a rare top-notch tea.
Schneider could only sit down, and the expression on his face only rarely moved when he heard the word "old friend".
He knew that although time had not left much damage to this old man, he was actually over a hundred years old, and most of his old friends had died in the Dragon Slaying War.
He has almost no old friends left, and his only wish to survive is revenge. Killing the Dragon King or being killed by the Dragon King will be his final destination.
Angers raised his head and reached out to push up the narrow rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing his deep eyes. The passage of time has added to him a charm that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Violence and elegance seem to be perfectly combined in this old man.
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Even at today's dances, young girls are still attracted by the blue eyes and wise conversation of the old gentleman in front of them.
"I will fly to China tomorrow to visit this old friend. I will ask you to take care of all the matters in the college first." Angers raised a cup of tea and handed it to the cold and stern man in front of him, with a sense of entrustment in his tone.
After Schneider reached out to take it, he looked at the pile of documents in front of his desk and smiled helplessly: "It seems that you, the principal, didn't take care of anything when you were in the college. You haven't approved any documents sent by the school board these days.
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As a result, the image of an old principal who had worked conscientiously for decades was instantly shattered, and Ange couldn't help but blush slightly.
"Ahem, it's nothing more than a small matter to impeach me for using the school board's funds to travel around over the years. I have been slaying dragons all my life, and I can't let the old man enjoy it when it comes?" Angers replied righteously.
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"I heard that in order to see the Aurora with a certain lady of the Elizabeth family before the Arctic ice age, you bought a giant cruise ship, and even borrowed a large icebreaker from the Russian government to open the way. It only cost you oil for a round trip.
It cost tens of millions of dollars." Schneider said slowly while sipping tea.
"Schneider, the executive department under your command has always been a sharp knife in the hands of the secret party. The school board and I are very satisfied with your performance over the years. But you have to know that the school directors are essentially a group of shrewd businessmen pursuing profit.
, and we are employed managers, we must learn to fight for our legitimate rights and interests." Angers' heartfelt remarks seemed to be cultivating the next generation of successors, with his eyes full of sincerity.
"Principal, the work report of the Executive Department for the past month is also on your desk. You can take a look at it when you have time." Schneider obviously didn't want to continue the unnutritious topic with him, so he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Okay, wait a moment." Angers nodded slightly, and then rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt elegantly, showing a serious work look.
The next second, a pile of confidential documents submitted from the execution department suddenly appeared on the originally vacant desk. The red seals on the sealed file bags were opened one by one, and they had obviously been read through by the old man in front of them.
Pass.
Word Spirit·Time Zero, Word Spirit Periodic Table Sequence 84, can change the normal timeline of the caster, thereby achieving the illusion of slowing down time.
Schneider slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, his expression slightly gloomy.
"Principal, you haven't looked at these files carefully at all. Even if you develop the field of time zero to the extreme and slow down one second fifty times, no, even one minute is not enough."
"Okay, Schneider, this is just a little magic. You have to learn to be considerate of the old man. What I really want to know is the news about the first generation and the second generation. The rest is unsatisfactory, so I can only leave it to you and the execution department specialists.
Let’s take care of it.” Angers laughed, and then he straightened up in his chair, obviously entering into a real meeting state.
"I went to China to meet my old friend this time so that our Kassel Academy headquarters can successfully recruit future S-class students." Angers finally told the man in front of him the purpose of his trip.
"You mean, a hybrid of S-class blood?" Schneider was stunned. Of course he knew the astonishing meaning of this word.
Thousands of outstanding dragon slayers graduate from the huge Kassel Academy every year and go to executive departments all over the world to devote themselves to the cause of dragon slaying. They are all the elites among the elites, and it is no exaggeration to describe them as rare.
But there has not been an S-class among them, not even one among the students who have been there for decades.
Therefore, such students are also called destiny dragon slayers. They are born to kill the dragon king.
For example, the silver-haired old man sitting in front of him was an S-class student from Kassel. Although he always regarded himself as an old British gentleman who graduated from Cambridge, he knew clearly that this violent man had once inserted a folding knife into the first generation of sperm.
The chest is a peerless dragon slayer who has been bathed in a dragon's blood.
Of course, except for a fat old cowboy who ate his whole family in the college waiting to die while holding a bucket of KFC, and occasionally soaked in the swimming pool to admire the girls’ perfect bodies under their bikinis, Schneider sneered at someone in his heart.
"How come I haven't heard anyone from the Chinese branch mention the S-level hybrids you mentioned. Professor Guderian and Assistant Professor Masashi Toyama are also recruiting students in China. They only said that they have met some good A-level hybrid seedlings.
"Schneider looked confused.
Kassel College has executive department specialists all over the world. Whenever a suspicious hybrid appears among ordinary people, they will record it as soon as possible, and then secretly observe it for a period of time to determine whether it has anti-social personality.
Then decide whether to be admitted to the academy or imprisoned in a mixed-race detention center.
"Oh, he is the grandson of my old friend. It is normal for people in the branch not to know." Since Angers chose to call Schneider to talk, he had no intention of hiding anything from him.
"Orthodox people?" Schneider's pupils narrowed slightly, obviously he had heard of this powerful and mysterious hybrid organization.
This organization, like the ancient country in which it is located, is like a sleeping lion. You never know what serious consequences it will have if you anger it. But this lion never extends its claws beyond its own territory.
Unless someone deliberately provokes.
"What they always ask for is the word Tao, which emphasizes the unity of nature and man." Angers slowly poured new tea for Schneider, as if he was a master of China.
Seeing Schneider's silence, the old principal had no choice but to change his mysterious tone.
"To put it simply, orthodox people pay attention to self-cultivation and improve their character in the process of integrating with nature, thereby resisting the sense of tyranny and other negative emotions caused by the erosion of dragon blood. The higher the state of character in cultivation
, the stronger the body's potential is developed.
Even if their bloodline exceeds the critical blood limit, their perseverance is enough to suppress the body's instinctive desire to degenerate. In short, they are learning to master power instead of being mastered by power."
"Then why don't we at Kassel College teach students this method like them?" Schneider wanted to know the reason.
"Not everyone has such a mind that can endure isolation and loneliness, eating three meals a day and sleeping in the mountains. The different cultural differences between the East and the West have determined that our path is not here, and improving the mind also requires special mental methods and skills.
"Ange took out the butterfly folding knife from the drawer again and started to play with it, the silver light in his hand flashed and his tone was light.
"In other words, the orthodox heir will come to our Kassel College to study. What is this? A declaration of war against the secret party, or recruiting subordinates in advance for the crown prince's ascension?" Schneider's tone was slightly annoyed.
"Don't think like that, Schneider." Angers held his shoulder across a desk.
"He will be your student in the future, and he will also be a student of Cassel College. We are such a school that cultivates all the outstanding dragon slayers in the world.
Since all the Caesars of the Gattuso family entered school last year, what will happen if we add an orthodox prince? I am really looking forward to the scene when they meet. I guess the Gattuso family is trying to implement a constitutional monarchy in Italy in this century.
The expressions on the faces of the elders will be wonderful!"
Angers patted Schneider's shoulder calmly, and then walked out the door. The middle-aged man who stayed there was holding a white porcelain cup with a thoughtful expression.
Yes, for this man who is bent on revenge, as long as he can finally kill the Dragon King, even if he sells his soul to the devil and falls into endless hell after death, he will never frown.