Everyone in front of the screen who saw this sentence felt an absurd emotion in their hearts.
They are all the elites of mixed-race species, and their brain calculation power is generally higher than that of normal people. It is not without reason that many wild mixed-race species were imprisoned in mental hospitals before their dragon ancestry was discovered. After all, geniuses are on the left and madmen are on the left. Right.
But this man was almost alive standing in front of everyone, but they could not find any information about him through the Internet, which was undoubtedly a major blow and shock to their confidence.
"@Norma lawns, please check the information of preppy student Lee Yong-yeon."
Finally, someone is @Chu Academy’s virtual secretary with a real personality below.
"Sorry, you don't have enough permissions to query." The avatar of a cute black-haired anime girl replied.
The crowd below started another uproar and discussed how it was possible for preparatory students to be granted permissions without enrolling in school, and it was at least above the A level.
They have realized that this is the arrival of a big-shot figure. His background and real strength are not inferior to that of the Italian nobleman Caesar, no, to be precise, even more so.
"Selling information related to Li Yongyuan, the first one with the highest price will get it."
Just when everyone was confused and couldn't find the direction, such a statement undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people.
A person with the ID name Flame Dragon Slayer posted such a post. It’s such a powerful and domineering name, but it’s a pity that the person who uses it is a useless dog.
Fingel, the head of the press department at the Kassel Academy, became famous after being silent for three days.
In addition to the comments from paparazzi reporters who are also my subordinates, there are many people who are chatting enthusiastically with this good-for-nothing senior and asking him what he has been doing these past few days. Even the Night Watch forum is depleted.
Obviously, Fingel controls a considerable market in the online public opinion area of this college, which is equivalent to a character like Jianghu Baixiaosheng in Chinese martial arts novels.
"Oh, do you think it's someone with a keen eye for talents who can spot this pair of crouching dragon and phoenix chicks from China among all the living beings?"
Fen Gou pretended to speak profoundly, boasting in a way that a thousand-mile horse often does, but Bole does not often do.
"Didn't President Angers and Professor Guderian specially go to China to invite us back?"
Someone replied directly below to reveal the true identity of this guy. One look at this ID, good guy, it is still a real name. Haha, you idiot, who uses the real name when posting in the water.
Fingel scoffed in front of the computer and read it again carefully, Gerd Rudolf Manstein, Director of the Disciplinary Committee of the Kassel Academy.
His unshaven, unshaven face suddenly became serious, and he began to write with great seriousness and a solemn and deep emotion.
Damn it, I didn't do anything against the rules and regulations, so why would I come out to cause trouble?
Fingel whispered bb in his mind.
The words typed on the hand read: "Of course it was our beloved Principal Angers who went to China alone, cut a way out of the thorny road with a butterfly folding knife, and brought out these two teenagers. "
He made a very general summary, but he did a good job of erecting the heroic image of the principal among the students who did not know the truth. They thought he had killed a large number of dead waiters or slaughtered a second generation in China.
"Of course, all this is inseparable from the guidance of the mysterious guide who has the profound wisdom of a prophet." Fingel finally praised himself a little.
It's a pity that the posts he posted later were only glanced at and disappeared like nothing. It's quite miserable to waste traffic like this.
"I'll pay $1,000 to buy all the materials."
There are still people who can't restrain their curiosity and leave a reply below. The profile picture shows a simple and exquisite ancient bronze sword, with a cold light flashing across the blade. The ID is Chunjun, and he looks like a Chinese. No wonder he cares so much about Li Yongyuan.
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Fingel rubbed his hands excitedly. The first business had come. Not to mention other things, there were really not many students from Cassel College who were short of money.
"Is there any classmate who bids higher?" The greedy and ugly face of capitalists was vividly displayed in Fingel.
No one replied.
Fingel had no choice but to sigh, pack up the photos and documents into a folder, and send them privately to the person who had previously replied.
As a result, no one with the ID "Chunjun" opened it and forwarded it directly to the forum. Fingel's idea of selling the information step by step was instantly shattered.
Many people clicked on it, and there was only one photo in the folder. It was quite blurry. It could be vaguely seen that it was a handsome young man in a plaid shirt and sunglasses. He had a good jawline and must have good looks.
Everyone clicked on the following Word document, and there was only one simple sentence, "An orthodox young man, charming and suave."
Is this... gone? Is this what I bought for $1,000?
"Unscrupulous businessmen deceive consumers' rights and interests." Some righteous people held high the banner of anti-Finland, and many students gathered in response and joined in the condemnation of Finnish dogs.
Fingel glanced disdainfully at the ID of the first speaker on the screen. If a group of prostitutes dare to provoke, they must be led by a freshman who is inexperienced in the world. I regret to tell you that your priorities for the next three years are
The right to choose a spouse is gone.
As an old paparazzi with countless paparazzi, he has many ways to dig up dirt on this guy.
Before the merchant could use the final right of explanation, someone posted a new high-definition picture on the forum.
The picture is on the rooftop of the Hodel teaching building that is familiar to students. The original brass-colored metal railing has been violently sawed off. A handsome boy wearing a silk white shirt is standing on the edge, with a figure as tall as a bamboo, and is holding a hunting knife in his hand.
Slowly put into the sheath, the wind blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing the majestic golden pupils of a king, which seemed to have a substantial impact on people through the screen.
Not far behind him, a tall figure wearing a blue-black combat uniform could be vaguely seen lying flat on the ground, most likely Caesar.
Everyone was stunned and speechless for a moment. They had never seen this man as proud as an emperor lying down in a miserable state. It seemed that he had gone through a war of kingship replacement and lost completely.
This photo was quietly withdrawn when people were shocked. The background showed that the previous download data was zero. When it was sent again, Caesar's figure had been cleverly cut off.
It seems that someone placed in the academy by the Gattuso family took action. After all, this incident is not a big deal, but it has rarely become a stain on the ideal successor they have cultivated.
"So handsome!"
After a while, someone commented below. If he had simply learned some Chinese idioms, he would have known how this could be summed up by a simple word of handsome. It was like a jade tree facing the wind, graceful and graceful...
"His golden eyes are so terrifying. His bloodline rating after passing the 3E entrance examination must be very high."
Unlike girls who are all nymphomaniacs, there are still boys who pay attention to the key points. Just a high-definition picture can cause natural fear in the hearts of elite mixed races like them. I wonder if they will kneel down to the king directly when they see it in person.
Come down.
The pressure brought by the dragon bloodline to them is far more serious than imagined. It is like the pyramid structure in the feudal era. Emperors, princes, grand dukes, and marquises are arranged in order. The lower ones will be suppressed by the strong blood of the upper ones. This has never been done before.
The reason why mixed-bloods killed pure-blood dragon kings.
It just looks at you from a distance, making people tremble with fear, and the mind goes blank. Even the spirit of speech forgets to recite it. Even if it can be recited, this kind of power is not the same for the Dragon King who holds some authority in the periodic table of speech spirit.
Like scratching an itch.
Maybe wait for the hybrid elite to hold back for a long time and release the ultimate move Yan Ling·Chi (Sequence No. 77 of the Yan Ling Periodic Table, the effect produces a large amount of flames, used to burn the enemy, the flames caused are like hundreds of tons of fuel being ignited)
The King of Bronze and Fire can return you the Word Spirit Zhulong (No. 114 in the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, a world-destroying word spirit, which causes all materials in the field to burn rapidly and instantly generates a huge amount of high heat, causing an explosion equivalent to a nuclear bomb)
powerful effect)
Even if the flames released by Yan Ling Chi are clustered together, the temperature cannot even bake through the surface of the Dragon King's red membrane wings. It can melt a mountain and destroy a city by simply spitting out a mouthful of fire. The difference is wider than the sky and the earth.
Ange, a destined dragon slayer with rich experience in fighting dragons, is only looking for the unawakened dragon king all over the world. He dare not let the twins merge into one and become a true monarch. That would truly destroy the world.
disaster.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, any kind of natural disaster are enough to destroy fragile humans.
This has not taken into account the situation when the black emperor returns to the throne. By then, those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will die. There will be absolutely no third party who dares to stray from the supreme order of the noble emperor. The future fate of mankind can be imagined.
"Perhaps he will become the sharp knife of the college and the successor of the principal."
Manstein leaned on the black leather back of his office chair, stared at the computer screen, slowly drank black coffee, and said to the white-haired old man next to him.
"The principal has been looking for hybrids with enough blood to compete with the prince level over the years. Only they can look directly at the majesty of the Dragon King, insert the alchemy knife into their chest, and then crush their majestic and strong heart."
Guderian sat half-sitting on the edge of his desk in a straight suit, using a silver spoon to stir the dark brown and milky cappuccino in a white porcelain cup. The golden sunlight slanted on his back shoulder, making people feel like they were in a trance.
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If it weren't for the unique age spots on the old man's face, their posture and expression would be just like the young people who gathered here to discuss issues decades ago.
"What about the others? Does the principal intend to use this huge college to train only one person?"
Manstein raised the issue from another angle. This was their way of discussing, diverging thinking and solving problems at the same time.
"It should be to become an S-class grindstone, or to do his logistical work well so that he doesn't need to worry about things other than dragon slaying." Guderian said it euphemistically, but he also guessed what the principal was thinking.
No one knows the Dragon King better than the principal. In their eyes, the human sea tactic is useless. They only need someone, the dragon-slaying warrior.
Everyone else must make way for this.
"Then the question is, how many hero candidates do you think the principal has chosen?"
Manstein held the coffee in his left hand and tapped the index finger of his right hand rhythmically on the red-brown wooden table.