"In two years at most, I will be able to work as a specialist in the Executive Department of Cuba. Then I will smoke the best cigars and be hugged by a hot girl, who you will envy." Fingel curled his lips disdainfully, feeling quite proud and condescending.
The trend of chatting with friends.
"drop!"
The green light flashed and there was a "beep" sound.
"Good guy, Fingel, you've been demoted to the 'E' class. I've been driving for so many years, and this is the first time I've received an E-class student. If it weren't for the three freshmen behind you, you would have stayed at the Chicago train station picking up rags all the way.
Walking back to the academy."
The conductor looked at the display on the screen and couldn't help but sigh.
"Isn't it? The college directors are not human beings. I want to accuse them of exploiting cheap labor!" Fingel looked furious for the first time.
Kassel College's student cards of different grades can withdraw cash in advance. The lower the grade, the smaller the overdraft limit.
Now that he has been reduced from D to E, it means that the student card that he has completely overdrawn has now been maxed out, and he has changed from a penniless pauper to a family member.
Li Longyuan and the other three also took out pitch black cards with the World Tree emblem drawn on them with silver patterns.
"Dip, beep, beep!"
Three more blasts rang out, this time accompanied by crisp and sweet music.
"Two A-levels and one S-level? The academy has found a treasure in China this time."
After swiping his card, the conductor sighed and said that this was the first time he had seen such a group of outstanding mixed-race freshmen checking in together.
The interior decoration of the train is in a very typical European style, with the four walls decorated with Victorian-style patterned wallpapers. Li Yongyuan only felt a sense of historical luxury coming from the pavement, and felt like he was back to the American trains of the last century.
"Master Li, classmate Chu, meet again."
Chu Zihang, Fingel, Li Longyuan and Zhao Xi had just sat down across the oak table, and a middle-aged Asian man elegantly holding a glass of red wine walked slowly over.
"Hello! Teacher Masashi Toyama." Li Longyuan raised his hand to say hello.
Chu Zihang also nodded at the side.
"The school has been arranging for me to provide psychological counseling to the new students to help them accept the world with dragons as soon as possible." Masashi Toyama leaned on the corner of the dark green leather sofa and spoke casually, his tone was like a chat between friends.
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"But I know that the orthodox understanding of dragon research is more detailed and specific than that of Kassel College. I also want to discuss the history of dragons and hybrids with Student Li this time!"
The middle-aged man slowly shook the red wine in the glass, his eyes burning, and the fragrance inside was fragrant.
“Merlot from Château Latour.”
The rich fruity aroma combined with the light aroma of mint made Li Yongyuan quickly recognize the red wine in his glass.
"Originally, it was prepared for freshmen to quickly calm down their excited moods, but it seems that they won't be needed now." Masashi Toyama showed a faint smile on his face.
"Why can't you use it? I'll tell you later that I'm thirsty and want to drink." Li Longyuan said in disguise that he was willing to share some dragon clan information with him.
"All ears!"
The man placed the red wine on the white oak table. The train was running at high speed under the dark night, but there was no ripple in the scarlet wine inside.
Li Yongyuan even suspected that the Chinese high-speed rail engineering team came to the United States to assist in the construction.
"In China, the earliest dragons can be traced back to the time of Emperor Xuanyuan and Huangdi." Li Longyuan said eloquently.
"Master Li, I'm not talking about the Chinese Panlong." The man was helpless. He suspected that the young man was playing a trick on him.
"That's right, they are all dragons!"
Li Longyuan opened his eyes wide and spread his hands innocently.
"Since that time, the emperors of all dynasties in China have liked to call themselves the 'True Dragon Emperor'!" the boy continued.
"Oh, what does this have to do with the Dragon Clan?" Masashi Toyama decided to follow the boy's strange thoughts.
"It's true what they said, they are all mixed race!"
The boy suddenly raised his head and stared at the Japanese teacher, speaking slowly in an extremely serious and serious tone.
"How is that possible? There are so many royal families from various dynasties and generations. If they are all mixed race, wouldn't it be a great chaos if they all release the spirit of speech together?"
Masashi Toyama's originally calm expression was shocked and he couldn't help but refute, but in his heart he even accepted the truth of this matter.
"You really believe what I'm telling you?"
Li Longyuan scratched his head, a wicked smile appeared on his harmless face.
"However, according to orthodox verification, there is no doubt that at least the First Emperor was a mixed race and a descendant of the Black King." Before Masashi Toyama could get angry, Li Yongyuan dropped another bombshell news.
"Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng?"
Of course, Toyama Masashi had heard of this China's eternal emperor. His status in world history was equally noble. At that time, no country dared to say that it could survive the Qin cavalry.
Li Longyuan nodded.
"Qin people admire black and use black to show their nobility." Li Longyuan gave a riddle.
"Is it related to the Black King?" the man guessed.
"Yes. In addition, Qin II died, Liu Bang killed the White Snake and revolted, calling himself Red Dragon Son." Li Longyuan replied in the affirmative and continued his analysis.
Of course, Orthodoxy has more evidence to prove this matter, but there is no need to elaborate on it with Masashi Toyama.
"You mean, this is actually a war between mixed races? Descendants of the Bronze and Fire King replaced the blood descendants of the Black King?" Toyama Masashi became more and more curious about this history.
Li Longyuan slowly shook his head.
"Liu Bang's life experience is clear. He cannot be a mixed race. Calling himself Red Dragon Son was just to confuse the people at that time and better control the world."
Masashi Toyama looked confused, not knowing what he wanted to express.
"The timing, they all took action after knowing the exact death of the First Emperor, who was called the True Dragon Emperor." Chu Zihang, who had been silent at the side, joined in. He has always had a good history.
"Bingo, correct." Li Longyuan snapped his fingers. Chu Zihang could imagine that this was not easy.
"Isn't this normal?" Masashi Toyama said he didn't understand.
"Have you ever heard of Attila the Hun?" Li Longyuan gave an example to prove it.
"You know, God's Whip. It is said that he can fight thousands of troops by himself, and he is also a brutal and murderous tyrant. Under his leadership, the Huns once swept across the Eurasian continent. Some people say that he is a mixed race, and there are colleges
The professor said he was the Dragon King."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Toyama Masashi was obviously very clear about this period of history, but he was stunned after he finished speaking.
There are too many similarities between these two people. In history, they were both harsh tyrants who tried their best to expand their territory. The dynasties they created were unprecedentedly powerful during their time, and they ended quickly after their death.
"You mean, when they were alive, the power of one person was really enough to suppress a riot of more than ten thousand people?" Masashi Toyama suddenly felt that his worldview had collapsed. As a psychology teacher, he was also shocked and inexplicable.
"If you are a first-generation species or have similar power, you can definitely do it."
Li Longyuan picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip. The fragrance of the ultimate fruit pearls seemed to explode in his taste buds, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.
Masashi Toyama was still stunned. This was definitely a major discovery for Kassel College's current research on dragon genealogy, especially regarding the most special group of mixed-race species, the Black King's descendants.
Chu Zihang was also digesting and absorbing this information. He did not expect that the dragon clan was not only hidden in Western mythology and epics, but also closely related to Chinese history. The characters in the junior high school history textbooks suddenly transformed into hybrids no less than the Dragon King.
At this time, an old man with gray hair came from another carriage. His monocle with a silver chain reflected the light of wisdom. His pure black tuxedo fit perfectly, like an elegant old scholar.
"Assistant Professor of Kassel College, Guderian." The old man extended his old and skinny palm to Li Longyuan.
Li Longyuan stood up and shook his hand. His hand with protruding veins was calmer and stronger than expected. He was worthy of the physical fitness of a mixed race.
"It's good to be young. When I stay with you, I can even hear the surging heartbeat." The old man greeted the people next to him one by one, showing a kind smile.
"A young heart is more important than the body. The body will eventually rot, but the soul can be immortal." Li Yongyuan responded from the side. He often said this when comforting his grandfather.
Old people always like to lament the vitality of young people and miss the beautiful girls they once met in the long years. That is their lost youth.
"Oh? Do you really believe that the soul can be immortal?" Guderian asked playfully.
"Of course, everyone who can leave a name in the history of history and be remembered by future generations has a spirit that will last forever!" Li Longyuan was perfunctory in a serious manner, which made the old man want to slap his handsome face.
.Perhaps Li Chengqian has done this before.
"What about pure-blood dragons? Can they live forever?"
After Guderian thought for a moment, he brought up this topic.
"You mean those dragons that bury themselves and then resurrect themselves many years later?" Li Longyuan was still pretending to be stupid.
"Yes, the life of dragons is long and long. Maybe it's just a matter of time to sleep, and thousands of years have passed in the world." Guderian had no choice but to ask and answer himself.
"This desire for immortality is enough to drive all hybrids crazy. They will not hesitate to get close to the critical blood limit, but also want to seize this power from the game with the devil." The old man continued.
"But they all failed, didn't they? They became Deadpool and Cologne's servant." The corners of the boy's mouth raised in a disdainful sneer.
"No, there are hybrids who have obtained this kind of power, and are hiding in human society as the secret agents of the Dragon Clan. They will only wait for the day when the Dragon King wakes up to join them and rule the world." Guderian looked serious.
His Aryan-specific silver-gray eyes seemed to have countless volcanoes erupting with lava. The modern steel city was buried under the thick volcanic ash. The giant dragon fluttered its iron-blue membrane wings and flew quickly through the high-rise buildings, swallowing and swallowing.
The high-temperature flames drove away the black and heavy crowds of people fleeing in panic below.
Civilization regresses and the end of the world comes to an end.
"Can dragons and humans really not coexist?" the handsome boy seemed to have seen the scene imagined by the old man, and asked.
"Every time a dragon-slaying war breaks out in history, countless elite hybrids will bury their bones. They are proving that the first thing the dragons do when they wake up is to destroy the world now created by humans and regain their dominance.
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The gray-haired old man spoke with a faint tone. As a senior assistant professor at the Dragon Slaying Academy, he had seen too many outstanding young people die in the dragon slaying career, including many of the students he had once favored.
They were still at such a splendid age and should have had a bright future in life, but they disappeared from this world silently, like wax torches turning to ashes.
This hatred is irreconcilable!
Just like the meat grinder of Verdun in World War I, the war can only be stopped if one side bleeds out the blood.