The early morning sunlight shines through the white oak shutters and falls on the ground, like brilliant gold.
A young man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown lay flat on a white hospital bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his beautiful eyebrows slightly covered by black forehead hair.
On the black display screen of the pure white electrocardiograph, the thin fluorescent green line representing the boy's heartbeat was fluctuating, and the heart rate gradually returned to normal.
The beautiful girl in a little black dress was lying on the bedside, staring at the boy nervously, for fear that no one would take care of him when he woke up.
At this time, the door of the infirmary was pushed open, and the girl who originally had a harmless expression looked over fiercely. Whoever dared to harm the young master at this time must survive the black sun with his life.
However, what came in was a long-haired girl wearing a beret. She was wearing simple denim overalls, a black and white striped long-sleeved T-shirt, black square-frame glasses, and a small mole under her right eye, looming
.
Just like an ordinary painter carrying a drawing board and sketching everywhere, he has a noble and fierce attitude like a queen.
"Who are you?"
After the young master fell asleep, Zhao Xi changed his previous confused personality and became a qualified bodyguard.
"Students of Kassel Academy."
The young woman who pushed in the door didn't mind the questioning tone and instead spoke.
"But I've never seen you before."
Zhao Xi tilted his head slightly, expressing doubt.
Now the students in the entire college are waiting for Li Yongyuan, Caesar and others to wake up from the intensive care unit, but no one dares to interrupt at this moment.
"This is our first meeting."
The woman wearing a crimson beret answered seriously.
"I want to draw a picture for you up close, is that okay?"
The woman's next words made Zhao Xi slightly stunned.
"ah?"
However, the woman had already unhooked the black tool bag on her back, took out a folding bench and sat down.
But when she took out a noble and gorgeous bronze sword from the shelf of her bag, Zhao Xi's eyes suddenly changed, like an angry cat.
"Don't be nervous, this is usually my hiking pole."
She casually leaned the sword against the corner, then began to install the folding easel and then quietly adjusted the paint on the palette.
Zhao Xi sat on the chair at the head of the bed, taking care of Li Longyuan while paying attention to his every move.
And this mysterious woman is just painting, faithfully painting the hospital bed, curtains, tables and cabinets, as well as boys and girls into the paper.
"Where's his sword?"
After a moment of silence, the woman dipped a light yellow wolf brush in paint and smeared it on the paper while asking another question.
"ah?"
Zhao Xi didn't understand the meaning of the woman's words for a while.
"Doesn't he have a famous sword passed down from generation to generation?"
The woman's red lips slightly lifted, revealing a thrilling smile.
Zhao Xi only realized at this moment that Tai'a was still stuck on the head of the dead red dragon, as if he had been carried onto a truck by a group of guys in white clothes.
"I, I don't know."
The girl shook her head in confusion. She wanted to follow the young master at all times to prevent anyone with evil intentions from harming him while he was weak.
"Aren't you afraid that people in the academy will steal that sword?"
On the pure white canvas, the woman began to apply paint, then suddenly raised her head and asked.
"Young Master will naturally take care of it when he wakes up."
Zhao Xi shook her head cutely. After all, she was only a person. Apart from protecting Li Longyuan, she had no ability to care about anything else.
"I can get it for you if you need it."
The woman said casually.
However, Zhao Xi did not speak, nor did she make any claims for the young master. She just focused all her eyes on Li Longyuan, who had his eyes closed.
The painter also cleverly transferred all the charm of this glance to the oil painting, and the golden light spots outside the window shifted unconsciously.
Ice Cellar, Sekodi District
Researchers wearing heavy white protective suits and oxygen masks hurriedly walked back and forth.
The only old man wearing a well-dressed black suit, a fan scarf on his chest, and a precious gloomy wooden cane was walking slowly.
His face has serious age spots due to aging blood vessels, and his forehead has bulging veins. Even if he applies a lot of cosmetics, he can't hide the hideous decay on his face.
"Director Jamil."
The researchers who recognized the old man all moved out of the way, with panicked smiles on their faces to avoid him.
"Where's that old fellow from Angers?"
The old man tapped his cane very rudely and opened his mouth to ask.
"The principal and professors are meeting in the library control room."
The assistant arranged beside me cautiously approached.
"snort."
The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, but did not hold on tightly.
"Where is the body of the next-generation red dragon?"
Jamil asked again, his cloudy and dim eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area.
"Currently, it is still stored in the No. 1 ice cellar."
One researcher answered hesitantly.
There is no other way. The school board is the highest authority of Cassel College. The secret party elder family who funded the school serves as the school director. There are seven school directors in total.
Among them are Pompeii Gattuso, the head of the Gattuso family, Elizabeth Laurent, the patriarch of the Laurent family, Angers, the principal, and Beowulf, the "Dragon Bloodthirsty".
Jamil is the younger brother of one of the resident school directors. His power is so great that even Angers has to give him some respect.
Of course, whether you give it or not depends on Anger's mood.
Just like just now, if Angers really stood in front of Jamil, this old guy would never show an arrogant attitude, but would instead force a flattering smile.
"Take me there."
Jamil pressed the cane with his right hand, straightened his voice and said.
"Well, school director, you need to show the school board's approval, or a black card that symbolizes your identity."
The researcher looked at the old man with a troubled expression.
Jamil just glared at him hard, and then actually took out a black card with a silver arabesque pattern from his suit pocket, with Fraxinus written on it in silver-hot artistic Latin.
This is a black card that symbolizes power held by every Camarilla patriarch family when Kassel College was founded, and represents an unbreakable alliance.
The card in Angers' hand also comes from the same source, possesses the highest authority set by Kassel Academy, and is also the real object of Norma's true service.
Unexpectedly, Jamil actually obtained this black card with supreme power from his brother.
The staff member wearing white protective gloves carefully took the black card and passed it across the long and narrow card slot in front of the heavy metal door. The green indicator light came on, and the twelve lock tongues in the door slowly retracted and retracted. The metal door
Suddenly turned away.
Oncoming is the pale white cold fog that has almost turned into substance. The ice cellar room at minus 50 degrees can condense water into ice in an instant.
However, the old man's mind was completely attracted by the miraculous red dragon in front of him, and he almost wanted to worship this god-like body.
Whether it is the broad red wings, the majestic and ferocious head, or the thick feet covered with tough scales, they all reflect the majesty and dignity of the king.
This is a shocking feeling that is difficult to describe in words. Nothing is more convincing than seeing this scene in person.
It was such a next generation of supreme virtue, supreme power, but died under an ancient black sheath sword.
The Tai'a Sword has been put away by the researchers at this moment, and it has been integrated with the scabbard left on the lawn, and is still placed not far from Chilong's body.
Jamil's mind quickly left the red dragon corpse and looked at the mighty sword that was said to have been owned by Emperor Qin, with a look of obsession in his eyes.
"Mr. Jamil, this sword is not the property of the academy, but the personal belongings of a student."
The staff member in charge could naturally see the enthusiasm in the old man's eyes and hurriedly explained.
"You know, it's the freshman named Li Longyuan. Isn't he still in the intensive care unit? I can keep it for him."
Jamil said without looking back, and slowly walked towards the faintly trembling ancient sword.
Obviously, the old man came well prepared. Perhaps he saw the power of this sword because of the mission video in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. Or maybe he also saw the power of this ancient sword in school during the Red Dragon invasion.
In the library control room, after receiving the notification, Ange's face suddenly turned cold, like a lion hiding anger.
"This brother Conor is really a complete idiot."
He went straight into the conference room, facing the many professors who came to the meeting and yelled and cursed, without concealing his mood and attitude at the moment.
Conor is Jamil’s brother and one of the seven school directors.
His family controls the highly profitable information technology industry and industry in France, owns multiple multinational groups, and is also the leader of several top wineries. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a financial giant hidden under the surface of state institutions.
It's just that Conor is now very old. Although he is also a mixed race, he does not have the excellent bloodline and time zero like Angers to withstand the invasion of time.
Nowadays, most of them rely on various biotechnology and oxygen ventilators to survive, and they will not show up most of the time. Therefore, his brother Jamil replaced him as the acting director of Kassel College.
He is incompetent, greedy, yet arrogant and domineering, but he also knows how to follow the crowd, bully the weak and fear the strong. Even if Ange wanted to punish him, it would be difficult to find a permanent solution.
"How long will it take for Li Yongyuan to wake up?"
Angers leaned slightly against the assistant next to him and asked.
"The doctor said it will be in the next two days."
The assistant's whispered reply brought a smile to Ange's stern face.
"Okay, then let this guy wake up and do it himself."
Angers once again turned his attention to the people present in the conference room and resumed his elegant and calm principal's posture.
orthodox, tai chi palace
"Urgent report!"
Li Chengqian was currently sitting at the head of the hall. On the two rows of carved huanghuali wood chairs in front of him were the core figures of the Li family's orthodoxy, including family elders and heads of branch families.
"explain."
Li Chengqian looked at the man coming in to report below, still blowing the hot air from the teacup slowly.
"Kassel College was invaded by an unknown organization at 9:13 last night, causing a second-generation species to wake up. The true king, Tai'a, and the orthodox ancient swordsman Rizhao, killed it and killed it. It is still in a coma."
The middle-aged man wearing the casual clothes of a bad person Xuanyi soap robe held up his hands and explained the matter roughly, and most of the sitting family heads also looked shocked.
Especially after hearing that Li Yongyuan was unconscious, their expressions became more gloomy.
"While Zhenjun was in coma, what was going on inside Kassel Academy?"
Li Chengqian seemed to have expected it. He didn't even raise his lowered eyebrows while drinking tea, and said calmly.
"I just received news that Jamil, the acting school director of Kassel, has entered the ice cellar with a black card in hand and seems to want to snatch the Tai'a sword for himself."
The criminal who reported the crime lowered his head and bowed behind his feet, with anger that could not be concealed in his tone.
Li Yongyuan saved the entire Kassel Academy from fire and water last night. After he fell into coma due to injuries, such a ruthless person appeared to covet his sword.
The elders and heads of the branch families on the side were also filled with boundless anger following these words, but they had not yet shown their expressions on their faces.
"Gone?"
The old man in a white robe with a green jade hairpin in his bun gently put down the azure moon white glazed tea cup in his hand, glanced at him and asked softly.
"Gone."
The man thought for a moment before replying definitely.
"Since ancient times, there have been many such scoundrels, and there are countless ungrateful people."
Li Chengqian said slowly, and the others naturally straightened their backs and listened attentively.
"They are greedy, cunning and cunning. They hide in the dark and stir up troubles. No matter who they see is weak or lose power, they want to step on them and run them over several times. But they often live longer than those loyal and kind-hearted guys.
Long."
"Such people naturally do not deserve the title of a true benevolent king. They cannot be as domineering as a hero in troubled times, and they do not have the tactics to bring trouble to the court. But they are like cockroaches, endlessly breeding greed, and always want to disgust you.
Return."
The old man's voice became colder and colder, and anyone could feel the undisguised murderous intent in it, and he became more and more trembling.
"Within three days, I want this person to disappear. All the company groups and overseas personnel that this family has entered will be repatriated. In addition, they need to provide compensation."
Li Chengqian's last words almost sealed the death penalty for Jamil and his family. No one would raise any objections, and no one dared to raise objections.
Of course they know that the strength of Kassel Academy cannot be underestimated, and they also know how deeply rooted the several major secret party elder organizations are around the world, and how they are in the same spirit.
However, you are not joking, this is probably the case.
And only when the behemoth of orthodoxy opens its fangs, will the hybrids in this world understand what the real disaster is.
The world has forgotten this ancient existence for so long that its reputation cannot even suppress the ambitions of ants.
Perhaps only when they wake up from the realm of desire will they realize that they have angered those who once regarded gods as their enemies.
And when these guys focused their attention on the ants on the ground, they didn't know whether to feel honored or trembled first.
In the vast expanse of ice, the emperor, who was lying on the head of the black snake, had a smile that was three parts cool, two parts sarcastic, and five parts careless.
He just waved his right hand under his broad black robe, and the fishing rod, as thin and straight as a long sword, was thrown out.
In the Ice Cellar No. 1 room, Jamil's eyes became increasingly greedy as he kept getting closer to Tai'a, just when his hands were about to touch the gilt scabbard.
Even the assistant on the side heard a clear sound like a dragon's roar, and then, a golden light flashed into the sky.
The middle-aged assistant fled out in horror and shouted toward the passage outside: "Director Jamil, he's dead!"
The meandering red blood gurgled like a stream, but it condensed into a solid state in the low-temperature ice cellar, and looked like scarlet crystal under the illumination of incandescent light.
The expensive crutch of dark wood was scattered on the ground, showing a dark and shiny luster.