Angers was wearing an exquisite and decent suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand writing on the blackboard.
"Mingfei, please tell me."
"Ah?" Lu Mingfei retracted his gaze from Nuonuo's thigh and stood up, "She seems to be 19..."
"Wrong, it was June 1839. At that time, the British East India Company used the x-film trade as a cover to go deep into the interior of China, looking for dragon remains, and obtained a second-generation dragon skeleton to be transported back to the UK."
"At that time, Lin Zexu, the official in charge of banning smoking in China, came from a dragon-slaying family named Lin. He knew the secrets of the dragon clan very well. He knew that if this thing was exposed to the King of England, it would shake the structure of the world."
"So he took advantage of the strict no-smoking order to take the dragon skeleton out of the box and destroy it in a pond on the coast with a large amount of lime mixed with dense chemicals." Angers' voice was warm and pure, "Mingfei, you have to pay attention in class from now on. I
I agree that Nono is here to listen, not for you to stare at her."
"Isn't that awesome?" Lu Mingfei wiped his sweat and tried to cover up his inner embarrassment by scratching his head, "I'm sorry, principal, I understand, I will listen carefully in the future..."
"You deserve it," Nuonuo snorted, "I didn't look good in class either."
Angers waved his hand, asked Lu Mingfei to sit down, and then looked around the classroom, "Does any student know how many years ago Attila the Hun died? How did he die?"
"I know, I know!" Xia Mi raised his hand enthusiastically, "He died in 453 AD."
"Very good. Xiaomi, as a preparatory student, knows so much about the history of the Dragon Clan. I have to commend you." Ange smiled.
"Attila did die in 453 AD. The year before that, in 452 AD, the noble first generation of the dragon race, one of the "four great monarchs" and the "King of the Earth and Mountains", Attila the Hun, King of the Huns,
Cross the Alps and invade Italy."
"This dragon is called the "Scourge of God" and possesses unparalleled power. His famous saying is, 'Wherever my horse has trampled, new grass will never grow again.'"
"In the era when dragons ruled the world, the city of Rome was once his fiefdom, his "temple of the world." He wants to take back this city guarded by the secret party, summon the blood descendants of the dragons, and rebuild his dragon empire."<
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"Sounds like a good guy who can fight." Fingel was chewing a chicken leg next to him.
"It's best not to eat in class." Angers glanced at him and frowned, "You... haven't graduated yet?"
"Principal, if you don't let me eat, I won't eat. Why expose my sadness..." Finger pulled out a cleanly chewed chicken bone from his mouth, with a sad look on his face, "My name is Finger.
Er, you may not remember me. I have been studying in Kassel for eight years, and this year is my ninth year..."
"Well, I hope you can graduate successfully this year." Angers sighed, feeling slightly relieved.
Fingel von Frins, of course he remembered this name. Once this name was as dazzling as Caesar Gattuso.
It's just been too long since Greenland...
"Principal, what happened after we reached Rome? What happened to Attila?" Lu Mingfei interrupted his memory.
"Sorry, I was a little distracted just now. That's what happens when you get older." Angers smiled, "The elders of the secret party at that time, Pope Leo I, the chief member of the Senate Avianus and the commander of the Praetorian Guard Trigegiu
Stuart comes from a long-established dragon-slaying family."
"Under the prophecy of Aquitaine, the leader of the secret party, they changed the architectural pattern of the entire Rome 42 years in advance. Viewed from a high altitude, the streets and buildings of the entire Roman city showed countless dragon inscriptions, like a lush and growing world tree.
."
"The power of the word spirit guards this city, and traces of the past can still be seen in aerial photos. It is a miracle city in human history and a fortress for humans to fight against dragons."
"Attila is holding back in this city. He is not afraid of the power of the Camarilla, but the power of his own people makes him uneasy. This city and this land are resisting him."
"Leo I, Avinus, and Trigejius went out to the city to negotiate. However, in fact, both sides only believed in strength. There will always be only physical strength on the dragon battlefield, and there is no political negotiation."
"The "Knights of the Templar Church" that Leo I spent his whole life cultivating went out in full force and took advantage of the opportunity of negotiation to give Attila a severe blow. The Knights were completely destroyed, and Attila was sacrificed three times by these knights at the expense of his flesh and blood.
I pushed into the "Mercury Galaxy" that dissolved the refined silver, and my body and mind were severely damaged."
"He had to return to the army, but before evacuating, he got what he wanted and got Honoria, the princess of the Western Roman Empire, as his wife. He was entangled with this woman for a lifetime."
"This dragon is still a big lover!" Lu Mingfei said casually, but his eyes were glanced at Xia Mi aside.
She looked out the window quietly, seemingly just admiring the scenery as usual, but there was an emotion spreading deep in her eyes that Lu Mingfei couldn't understand, like autumn leaves withered and scattered, flying everywhere in the wind, and finally
Falling on the lake, there are layers of ripples.
In fact, it is not as peaceful as it looks on the surface... Lu Mingfei thought.
"That's okay to say. In fact, Attila, the great dragon king, spent his boyhood in the Roman court."
"When he was 12 years old, he was sent to Rome as a hostage of the Huns, where he received a complete education, felt the call of his bloodline, awakened, and met Honoria, who was still a child at the time."
"Based on bloodline analysis, Honoria may be a complete human being. Her relationship with Attila is very intriguing. No one knows whether there is political cooperation between them or feelings that transcend race."
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"Honolia was the sister of the Roman emperor at the time and had a very high status. At that time, she offered to marry Attila."
"And the entire Roman court was opposed to this marriage, as if it would lead to the destruction of this world." Angers spread his hands, "The truth is no longer known. In short, at the age of 46, Arati finally got the marriage he met when he was a boy.
woman."
"Love across races?" Lu Mingfei said softly, "What then?"
"He died the next year in a mysterious manner. He died violently after drinking alcohol. A blood vessel in his nasal cavity ruptured while he was sleeping, blood poured into his throat, and he died of suffocation."
"That's nonsense, as if I would choke to death when I eat!" Fingel's eyes widened.
He was confident that he would never choke to death while eating, because the junior and senior fellow students ate together late at night and developed a good memory. They did not have terrazzo-like throats. If each person paid for a late-night snack, **% would fall into the other's stomach.
.
"Perhaps fate played a joke on Attila." Ange said regretfully, "This death occurred before he married Yin Dike, a girl of Burgundian descent. Historians of the Secret Party have speculated that,
Yin Dike was actually a hereditary dragon-slaying spy in the Roman Empire, and she killed the Dragon King."
"The reason why the Dragon King lost the ability to resist was because of his wife Honoria, the woman he had been thinking about."
"She kept poisoning him for a year."
"This poison is extracted from the bones of lizards and mixed with three refined pure metals. It is completely harmless to humans, but it is extremely poisonous to dragons."
"The Dragon King, who was severely wounded outside the city of Rome, was exhausted from the poison attack, so he was unable to resist Yin Dike, the most outstanding assassin of the Western Roman secret party for a century in the wedding tent that night. Her code name was "Cui Zhi"
Mix"."
"Don't you think this ending is ridiculous?" Xia Mi suddenly said, still staring blankly at the sycamore tree outside the window.
The wind blew, and the leaves fluttered down.
She retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes, a faint dark color passing over her face, "A dragon king died like this, inexplicably. Although it is not a good thing, it is not a bad thing either..."
"In fact, the ending of history is often like this. There is no good ending or bad ending."
"The ending, just the ending, a person died." The principal said nonchalantly, "What's interesting is that he was buried on the second day after his death, and his body was separated into three coffins of gold, silver and iron." "This is indeed in line with the practice of the dragon clan. One of these three coffins contains the "egg" that will make him reborn. Burying them separately can prevent the real "egg" from being destroyed... But such three coffins should not be available immediately
Yes, he should have been preparing for a long time."
"What the principal means..." Lu Mingfei asked, "Did he expect that he would be killed?"
"Who knows?" Ange smiled, picked up the Ceylon black tea on the podium, and blew it, "History will always leave doubts. People in the future will try to figure it out. Even if they can't solve it in their lifetime, there will still be countless questions.
People come one after another."
"Perhaps this is the charm of history."
"Couldn't it be that Attila really loves that woman, so he is willing to be killed by her?" Xia Mi lay on the table, his tone was faint.
Chu Zihang looked at her and suddenly felt that the girl sitting next to him was unpredictable, and a heavy sadness slowly flowed out of her body.
"What junior sister said makes sense." Lu Mingfei looked up at the skylight above his head. The shadows of fallen leaves were projected on the frosted glass window. They rotated and fell silently, scraping the glass surface and making a slight "hissing" sound.<
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As his words settled, the small classroom on the top floor fell silent for an instant.
"If it were written, it would be a beautiful story, right?" Ange said softly. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and looked up at the skylight like Lu Mingfei, lost in thought.
"Every time I think of this story, I can't help but think of the man named Arati, the female princess Honoria with whom he has been entangled all his life, and his other woman, Yin Dike, the assassin who killed him." p>
"What is going on between them? Why did he never resist but just drink heavily when he knew he was going to die?"
"Long, you can't understand what Long thinks." Xia Midu shouted, his slender calves dangling under the table, "If you love someone too deeply, I think, even if the final outcome is to be killed by him
It doesn’t matter.”
"She may have thought about resisting and killing the person who poisoned her. I believe this is an easy thing for a Dragon King."
"But she can't do it. She has completely sunk. She is greedy for the beauty of being together."
"Every time she sees his face, her heart will soften and she will be reluctant to do anything..."
"In the end, I can only be killed by him."
Xia Mi said as if casually.
"But in the end, she died in the arms of the person she loved. I think she had a happy ending..."
Chu Zihang frowned indifferently. If you love someone too deeply, would you be willing to be killed by him? This statement is fundamentally wrong, right?
He couldn't accept such a nonsense ending.
Does the female princess Honoria really have no feelings for Attila? Doesn’t she feel pain in her heart every time she poisons Attila?
Yes... He hopes there is, even just a little bit.
He is willing to believe and add some romance to this extremely sad ending.
Chu Zihang turned to look at Xia Mi's lonely side face again, and suddenly had the illusion that Xia Mi was talking about Attila, the Hun King who once dominated the history of the Dragon Clan, or... himself. .
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Junior sister, are you really obsessed with the forbidden love between Honoria and Attila?" Lu Mingfei suddenly broke the low atmosphere in the classroom. He stood up and put his hands on his hips. Yelled, "Do you want to become Chen Wenwen? Depressed by a relationship that has nothing to do with you?"
"How is that possible!" Xia Mi bared her teeth at him angrily, "Am I someone who is so easy to get angry? I am an optimist and can maintain a happy mood all day long!"
"But who is Chen Wenwen?" she asked.
"Junior brother's former crush." Nuonuo said casually, "She was an artistic girl, the kind who often feels sad in spring and sad in autumn."
"Senior Brother Lu, do you still have such gossip?" Xia Mi's eyes lit up, "Come on, tell me, tell me!"
"Um..." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, "There's nothing to say. I'm just young and ignorant. Only when I met my senior sister did I realize how stupid I was before."
"Stupid? I don't think so." Nono curled her lips, "Aren't you very proud of helping her?"
"You promised not to be jealous, senior sister!" Lu Mingfei regretted it so much that he banged his head on the desk, "I also explained it to you that night..."
"I can't help it. That's how I am. I'm very cautious about things that belong to me." Nuonuo shrugged, "You'd better not do anything to make me jealous in the future, otherwise I will remember it for the rest of my life."
"I promise there will be no next time!" Lu Mingfei swore to the sky.
"Although I don't want to interrupt you, I still have a quick test." Angers suddenly said, "Mingfei, Attila the Hun, in what year AD did he die?"
"A.D. 453." Lu Mingfei immediately answered.
Angers smiled, "You remember it, right? In fact, whether it's the Humen Smoking or Attila, it's just a personal name and year in history."
"Those years, times, and people's names will be engraved in your mind like a knife, and you can't forget them."
"When history looks back to describe a person or an event, there are often only a few words."
"But the price paid by those who can leave dozens of words...is often their lives, and when their lives burn brilliantly like fireworks, no one can often see them."