The majestic and muscular Sleipnir streaked across the sky, roaring like thunder, and Angers' private plane had arrived at the small town of Portofino.
Frost, who raised his head and looked at this scene, had an even darker look in his eyes. Flying naked over his head like this was tantamount to a provocation to the honor of the Gattuso family.
But the middle-aged man still has a faint smile on his face. He is not the playboy-like brother Pompeii, who would express his emotions and anger and become an uneducated playboy.
The old man in a pure black dress wore a gentleman's hat with a red rim, and his right hand in a thick black leather glove held a crutch made of dark wood, and slowly walked up the stairs with the help of a beautiful blonde assistant beside him.
Judging by their appearance, the old man is very similar to Jamil, who passed away not long ago.
It is not difficult to find that Jamil has the habit of subconsciously imitating Conor because he has lived in the halo and shadow of his brother for a long time.
It's a pity that doing this won't make the pragmatic mixed-race people think highly of him.
"Hey, Conor, it's great to see you in good health."
Before the old man had completely climbed the stairs, Frost, a junior, came down and waved hello to him.
"Frost, you have changed a lot too. I remember that the last time I saw you, you seemed to be this tall."
Conor also laughed loudly and made a height gesture in the air with his left hand.
As the patriarchal family of the secret party, they have contact in many aspects, such as business cooperation around the world. Having dragon blood makes them consider themselves superior to others, and they also recognize each other, and jointly divide huge amounts of gold wealth.
They climbed all the way up the lavishly decorated marble stairs to the top floor of the Splendid Hotel. This was an empty room covering an area of 300 square meters, with lifelike biological specimens placed on the four corners. The furs of jackals, tigers and leopards were as soft as living things.
In the center is a simple long mahogany table, seventeenth-century Venetian furniture, engraved with majestic and magnificent patterns of angels, dragons and snakes.
The walls are covered with portraits of past Camarilla leaders. The edges of the scrolls have yellowed and faded, but the latest one is of Menech Cassel, the founder and first president of the Lionheart Society.
Old people in long black clothes sit at the table, with wrinkled faces, but straight backs and top hats, more like a Sherlock Holmes detective party in Europe in the 17th century.
"Turing, I didn't expect to see you again."
"It's been a long time since we had such a meeting, Mr. Vanderbilt."
"Little Conor of the Petty family presented the family token for a child, and the glory of their family has been extinguished."
The old people were whispering at the long table.
Any name that appears here is enough to set off turmoil around the world. Some promote the advancement of science and technology such as the industrial revolution, some end the Second World War, and some even cut off the head of the mythical dragon.
The dragon's blood gives them super vitality, so that they gradually lose their sense of novelty in everything in this world.
Their deeds are now only recorded in yellowed epics, and their names disappear from people's hearts with the announcement of "death".
And they are still sitting here at this moment, just because of mankind's secret and great mission, to slay the dragon.
At this moment, the heavy carved wooden door was pushed open, and some golden light shone on their faces. Frost was leading Conal in.
The whispering voice stopped for a moment, and his eyes focused on Conor, with different expressions and meanings, but most of them were not very appreciative.
And the old man in black didn't say hello, he just walked straight to his place with his crutches.
"snort……"
An old man present made a dissatisfied sound, and Conor's eyes became colder and harsher, but he remained silent.
If it weren't for the forced convening of a meeting of elders using family tokens, the number of people participating in the meeting would have been reduced by at least half. There has never been such a grand meeting, which has nothing to do with the cause of dragon slaying, but is just for "a certain family"
"Self-interest.
"Sorry, I'm late, everyone."
Finally, a white-haired old man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, slightly showing his strong chest and arms, walked in slowly, with a faint smile on his face, but he did not show any apology as he said.
Holding a bottle of whiskey in a tin box, the slightly slovenly old cowboy followed behind, swaying his butt coquettishly as he walked.
However, all the old congressmen present stood up immediately and looked at the two people who came in to show their respect.
"Ange, I'm just waiting for you to chair the meeting."
An old man waved and said with a smile, not paying any attention to the Gattuso family who was in charge of hosting this time and the Petty family who was convening the meeting.
The two family heads have shown obvious anger, but every veteran councilor here is a top-notch person in terms of background, qualifications and contributions, and they cannot just move at their word.
As for the chubby old cowboy behind Angers, not to mention he looked carefree, he was blowing a greasy kiss to Elizabeth and the girl, but in the eyes of the older generation of secret party members, he was the terrifying mentor Flamel.
.
And the successive mentors of Flamel are also the chief alchemists of the Camarilla!
This is a field that combines theology and science. Some small-time scammers always like to use the method of "turning stone into gold" and "turning water into oil" to deceive the public. In the end, they are always exposed as alchemical scams.
But Flamel is indeed powerful. The most significant result is the alchemy matrix he installed underground at Kassel College. The spirit of words and commandments are amplified hundreds of times and thousands of times through the matrix, thus restraining them.
The hybrids who live throughout the academy abuse the power of the devil.
Of course, except Lee Yong-yeon.
As for the people of Flamel's lineage, if we can trace back to Nicholas Flamel, he was the first person to decipher the thirteen lines of dragon text from the alchemical classics. His achievements to this day still make
Generations of new students have benefited from it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yeah, actually I shouldn't be hosting this meeting."
Angers slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his hands, and then sighed softly.
The old congressman present looked puzzled, not knowing what he was trying to do.
"This meeting of elders is hosted by the Gattuso family and sponsored by the Petty family. They discuss how to deal with my student and the forces behind him, but I still need to preside over it?"
Angers suddenly let out a lion-like roar, and his cracked and wrinkled but tough and handsome face revealed the majesty of a dictator.
He looked at Conal Petty with ferocious eyes, and the latter couldn't help but tap the ground with his crutch to stand firm under this pressure.
"I'm just here to discuss a method, not to do anything to your students."
Frost, as the acting head of the family, stepped forward in time to smooth things over, and without leaving a trace, he supported Conor's body that was shaking slightly with anger.
This was the first time he saw Ang Ge, who regarded himself as an elegant gentleman, so furious. Even when he wielded his folding knife to attack dragons, his face remained expressionless.
The old congressmen on the side are also trying their best to appease Angers' emotions. Even if they don't necessarily like Angers in their hearts, there is no doubt that he is the sharpest knife in the hands of the secret party. As long as this knife does not cut open their own people,
If your chest is broken, there is no reason to break it with a knife.
Angers is also the elder of this group of secret parties, and he has been in office for a very long time. It is precisely because of his madman-like efficiency that the elders can always enjoy a peaceful life.
The participants in this meeting, except for the elders, are the ancient families who are school directors. They are more powerful and bloated, and they are more like investors of the secret party, and they are eager to see results and effectiveness.
Such as the cold and arrogant Countess Elizabeth Laurent and the underage girl, mixed with the decadent antiques of a faction to form a beautiful scenery.
"Conal Petty, tell me what you think."
Angers took the first place in everyone's persuasion and scolded his ministers like an ancient king.
The old man stroking his cane showed anger, but he did not dare to contradict Ange's opinion in person.
"Everyone."
He stood up and spoke slowly in a sad and mournful tone, as if the end of the world was about to befall them.
"My younger brother, Jamil Petty, died in the disaster of the dragon invasion at Kassel College."
His words were very skillful. He did not directly say that Jamil died from slaying the dragon, but he was undoubtedly guiding him in that direction.
"However, the family of Lee Yong-yeon, a new kid in Kassel, falsely accused him of being killed because he coveted a sword belonging to his heir, and issued an edict to the Petty family, demanding high compensation from us."
"This is a shame for the entire Petty family and a shame for the cabal."
Conor suddenly waved his hands and his tone suddenly became high-pitched, as if he was eager to seek resonance.
But all he saw were the faces of sleepy old people.
The passion, passion, and emotions of these elders have all been worn away by time, and no matter how round or large the cake is, it will not interest them at all.
"Don't the Petty family have the ability to solve this small matter?"
A gentleman wearing a tall round hat asked, followed by a burst of low laughter.
No matter what role Jamil played in this matter, or whether he did something stupid, it was a trivial matter to the entire Senate, and it was not worth discussing at the meeting.
In fact, they haven't even met Conor's silly brother.
"But our family's opponent is orthodox. In just one day, they wiped out my decades-long arrangement in China's financial market."
Conor's voice was as sharp as a silver fork being rubbed against a goblet. It was so unnervingly sizzling that he became hysterical.
The people in the Senate were silent, but they were not silent because of the noise, but because of that word, orthodoxy.
Not everyone is like Conor and has forgotten the existence of this organization.
"Are you talking about the Li family orthodoxy?"
An old man stood up tremblingly on his crutches. He was nearly 130 years old, almost the same age as Angers.
Conor didn't know his intention and just nodded indifferently.
"How did you reply to them? Say."
The old man's face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted and asked regardless of the occasion, as if they had offended something special.
"Of course I rejected their rude request. Why are you so crazy, Felix?"
Conor was so embarrassed and angry when he was questioned in public.
"Stupid, confused!"
The old man known as Felix clasped his hands and yelled, and the solid wood floor on the top floor of the hotel made a loud bang.
"did you know……"
The old man pointed at Conor, and before he could finish his words of reproach, there was a burst of submachine gunfire, and a piercing buzzing alarm sounded throughout the hotel halfway up the mountain.
"what happened?"
Frost's eyes changed and he rushed to the far window first, while the elders participating in the meeting began to feel restless.
The sky in the distance has turned dark, the sea that looks blue and clear in the sun now looks desolate and cold, and the small town surrounded by mountains looks like a ghost.
"Who shot just now?"
Frost stood in the corridor on the top floor of the hotel and shouted down. The mixed-race guards trained by the Gattuso family were patrolling below. The sound just now was unique to the Beretta M12 submachine guns they were equipped with.
A man from the patrolling guard below stood up and pointed to the sky in the distance with a horrified expression.
Frost recognized him. He was the famous eagle eye in the guard. His long-sighted eyes, blessed by dragon blood, could even see things a thousand meters away.
He pressed the railing and cast his gaze into the distance again. There seemed to be some strange golden color coming out of the dark and billowing clouds.
"What the hell is that guy?"
Suddenly, Frost roared loudly, and all the senators trembled in fear.
The body structure is similar to that of a human, but it is strong and capable. He wears neat and solemn gold armor, but a pair of slowly flapping golden bone membrane wings extend from his back. He wears a majestic and ferocious dragon head mask, and his empty eye sockets are
Lit up a hot and bright flame.
He looks like a born perfect warrior, showing strength and beauty everywhere.
But now, golden figures emerge from the dark clouds, all dressed in the same color, with cold and cold eyes that are chilling, like gods descending from the earth.
"Shence Army!"
The elder who had lived the longest and knew the most wailed sadly.
The army that was originally used to fight the gods was used against the secret party. They didn't know whether they felt honored or sad.
"What is the Shence Army? Felix."
Frost was a little panicked at this moment and asked the old man quickly.
"Just like the secret troops of our secret party frozen in the Greenland Sea, each of the Shence Army is composed of the most powerful deadpools transformed from orthodox Chinese into dragons. The dragon's blood makes them immortal, and when paired with alchemy equipment, they are even more powerful.
Invincible. They are painless and fearless, and are the most ruthless and cold-blooded fighting weapons."
The old man tried to answer their questions as quickly as possible.
"As long as you know you're still a mixed race."
Frost turned around, uttered a few cold words through his teeth, and looked into the distance. At this moment, they had formed an array, waved their membrane wings and began to dive at high speed, like ruthless hawks on the hunt.
"Raise the gun!"
He roared, and blood began to spread on his thick neck. The Gattuso family guards below raised their submachine guns with serious expressions and stared motionless at the sky.
Their golden eyes lit up, their muscles swelled, and their bodies became more majestic and strong.
And the first round of the Shence Army's charge has arrived. They hold the golden sword in both hands, vibrate the wings behind their backs, and slash down with thunderous momentum.
A series of bright golden arcs expanded rapidly in people's eyes.