"Whether the bloodshed is safe and controllable is not an issue at today's emergency meeting, I believe." Angers glanced at Frost, whose chest was gradually rising and falling, and glanced at the rest of the people on the table.
People, "The phenomenon of deep dragon transformation is indeed dangerous, but I don't believe that the elders have not done one or two studies on this phenomenon. You don't seem to be the ones who will give up this power, because once this power is controllable, it will definitely increase your
power.”
"We are just questioning the safety of your 'S'-level student. If I remember correctly, he is only 17 years old this year! Exposing him to this technology early is tantamount to stunting the growth." The old man in a black suit rang the bell and looked directly at Angers.
Eyes, "It is precisely because we know what deep dragon transformation means that we are so surprised by what you did."
"My colleagues and comrades in the Lion Heart Society have stepped on this road with their lives, and I am ready to lead future generations to continue to tread this road. How can we face the tsunami without going through the storm? Because he is 'S
'Grade, that's why I think so highly of him. Doing things that are beyond the reach of ordinary people is what he should do." Angers exhaled smoke, "As you said, this is my student, and I naturally have my own education for him.
policy."
Frost did not speak, because in terms of education, at least the school board could not find anyone who could replace this old guy. Angers was the most commonly mentioned suffix before the title of the same 'S'-class super hybrid.
He is the "Principal", and his qualifications as an educator are unquestionable. At least in his 130-year-old education experience, he has never made a major mistake that could be put on record to serve as a warning.
Looking at the bloody document in his hand, Frost also thought about more things in silence. The old guy was impeccable and had made all preparations before he came...the paper in his hand was one of them.
This can be regarded as a self-certification by the other party, and it can also be regarded as a show of goodwill to the entire school board. The bloodbath technology is certainly dangerous. It was rejected and denounced by all the school directors the moment it appeared, but who
Did the school director really throw away the document? They quietly read it and then complained.
"Then how can we be sure that he is safe? He is an 'S' class, not an ordinary hybrid. Once something goes wrong with him, it may cause a lot of trouble." The girl rang the bell.
“If you see him with your own eyes, you will know how good and safe he is, and I don’t think words are justified on this point.” Angers smiled and clapped his hands.
There was a squeaking sound from the door to the room, and the door was opened.
Wearing a black executive department trench coat, a winter school uniform of Kassel College, and two white towels hanging around his neck, the 17-year-old boy appeared in the sight of the Supreme Presbyterian Council of the European Secret Party in a completely natural manner.
The light black pupils swept across the faces of each secret party, with the light golden color of candlelight and scorching figures swaying inside. The moment everyone looked at them, a feeling of "He remembers me" quietly surged in their hearts.
It’s the illusion.”
“How cool!” The girl couldn’t help but say it when she met the boy’s eyes.
In her eyes, the boy's stern yet childish face reminded her of Tolfino in early winter outside. The first thing she saw was a frozen black lake. When the other person's eyes fell on her face,
, there was a surge of life like a bird on the lake, and a fresh and slightly cold breath flowed into the closed room from his back with the smell of wind and snow, brushing the hair around her ears.
If this was a chance encounter on the street, then she would most likely fall in love with this boy, ask him to sit down, drink a cup of warm coffee against the snow-colored sky, and watch the snowflakes melt into the bitter yet sweet coffee liquid.
Melt in medium.
"Miss, be reserved." The housekeeper behind her reminded her in a low voice, reaching out his hands to gently press on her shoulders, which were aroused by the cold yet faintly powerful gaze.
The weight on her shoulders instantly took away the fantasy that was passing through the girl's mind, reminding her of the identity and attitude she currently represented. The 16-year-old girl's throbbing heart was instantly extinguished, and she immediately lowered her head and tightened her face.
Gather your emotions, raise your head and look straight ahead.
The middle-aged man in the school board smiled and nodded to the boy at the door, but found that the other person's eyes passed directly over him, which made him a little frustrated, as if he didn't leave a good impression on the other person? The other two
The oldest school director leaned back slightly to avoid the candlelight in front of him, hid half of his face in the darkness, and quietly peered at the boy. Director Lisa smiled and said hello to him, and he also
He just nodded slightly in response...
And Frost, the boy never looked at Frost.
Frost stared at the boy, closed his eyes and exhaled slightly, with an inexplicable irritability and silence on his face. This expression was particularly clear to those who were familiar with him...especially Angers, who always showed up every time he saw Frost.
This expression always appears on my face when I go to Angers.
At the other end of the long table, Angers suddenly let out a short but extremely harsh laugh. The emotion in the laughter blew the flames of the candlelight toward the roof, and at the same time awakened everyone with different attitudes.
The school director, gently remind them if they have made a mistake?
…The scene that is happening right now is an ‘S’ class student meeting with the Secret Party Elders Council, or is the Presbyterian Council meeting an ‘S’ class student?
A very interesting idea appeared in the minds of every school director. When they looked at the boy again, the sense of mystery they had always maintained in front of the whole world was a little unbearable.
If I remember correctly, this is the first time that a student from Cassel College has set foot in the supreme meeting of the school board. Anyone sitting in this room can change the situation of the world with a single move. They were supposed to use their
He looked at the fish on the chopping board and dissected it...but the high and low positions were reversed the moment the door was pushed open.
The boy who walked in did not come with loyalty and respect. After opening the door, the first thing he did was to look at everyone in the room. Naturally... he seemed to be counting his subjects.
.
No matter where a person in a high position appears, he will always stand in a suitable position in the crowd's field of vision. The more solemn and noble he is, and the higher he stands, the more people will respect him. If he makes eye contact with you,
Those who admire him will feel honored, while those who slander him will feel fear and avoid him.
This is the innate repressive power of blood.
He arrived at the meeting as promised, and then, just like an emperor, he prepared to step into the throne room in the main hall.
The school directors woke up almost instantly and put on a cold expression again. Everyone quietly tensed up. They gently clasped their hands together and entwined their fingers with clear joints. The atmosphere became tense again and again.
The pressure was so intense that it felt like taking air out of a mire, and all that filled the lungs was thick mud.
There is no doubt that... they feel oppressed by blood, but where does this feeling come from? This boy did not even light up his golden eyes, but let the shock and fear that penetrated into the bone marrow fill him up like a candlelight
Get the whole room, get them to respect you, get them to stay away.
This is an impermissible offense. Everyone showed varying degrees of resistance, as if their majesty was offended, but this kind of anger could not arise because the other party didn't even do anything... just looked at it so simply.
They glance at it.
Those who feel offended and insulted by sight often have low self-esteem and weakness in their hearts... Is the first intention conveyed by this boy stepping into this door to make all the school directors...respect him?
He stepped into the room and stepped onto the high table. Every time he took a step, Angers at the other end of the long table said something:
“North-South Memorial Hospital, Class A dangerous hybrid.”
A photo was gently thrown onto the table, showing a long corridor that was devastated after an earthquake, with blood-red flowers blooming in the dust at the end.
“Tokyo, Japan.”
The second photo was gently slid out shortly afterwards. It was an overhead photo of Genji Heavy Industries. The glass on dozens of floors was shattered, and thick black smoke and fire were pouring from the inside out.
“Chicago Seaport.”
In the third photo, the sealed coffin has ancient poems written in Chinese. The water droplets on the blood-red coffin are filled with ominousness and crisis.
“The Somali Sea, Indochina, the Wuni Opera House...and the small town of Carmel.”
One photo after another was scratched onto the table and crookedly gathered together. There were nearly ten photos in total. Each photo represented a past event where crisis and disaster coexisted. Whatever happened was left to the situation in the photo.
If it develops to the worst, it can affect the order and security of the world at present.
“A total of 8 ‘A’ level missions and one ‘S’ level mission.”
Angers stopped flicking the photos, sat in front of the white screen and took out the cigar from his mouth with his right hand. The two fingers holding the cigar lightly tapped the pile of photos on the table in the white smoke, "One
In less than 10 years, a person, a freshman, an 'S'-level hybrid." A satisfied and slightly proud smile appeared on his face, "As you wish, this student is now standing
In front of you."
At the end of the long table, the boy sat down.
The sound of sitting down was not loud, but there was a buzzing sound in everyone's ears, as if something heavy and huge fell, like a log hitting a huge bronze bell. Two rows in front of the school directors
The candlestick shone a faint light towards him from far to near, and the light gathered together, casting his shadow on the entire wall behind him.
At first glance, the shadow was black and swaying, huge and majestic, almost filling almost half of the room.
"Hello, fellow school directors." After a long silence, Lin Nian, who was sitting on the chair, raised his head, leaned back in front of the chair, glanced at everyone again, and said softly, "I heard that you want to see me.