"It's just one vote, it really doesn't matter," Xuan Hao glanced at Elizabeth again, and then focused on Beowulf and Frost, "Now you two are the only ones left, I want to know how you choose?"
Elizabeth next to her felt that her underwear was soaked with cold sweat. Just one glance made her heart almost stop. What Angers said was indeed right. This man was really dangerous. She didn't believe it at first, but now she found that she
It seemed like he had committed a terrible death.
Beowulf had a gloomy face. Although he was old and a little behind the times, he could still hear the contempt in the other person's tone. How dare the monster in front of him be so arrogant? This is their territory.
He turned to gesture to Frost, but Frost ignored him at all.
Frost took out the handkerchief from his chest and wiped the cold sweat. Although he was a little aggrieved, he did not dare to say anything.
Caesar is his nephew. He often pays attention to Caesar and often pays attention to things in the college. This also means that he knows Xuanhao at least much better than the school director next to him who disdains the college's 'moderate' style.
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Beowulf? What is that? If you want to exterminate the clan, don’t take our Gattuso family with you... Frost subconsciously did not look at Beowulf. His current decision may be related to the fate of the Gattuso family.
That guy in Pompeii doesn't care about anything. He manages everything in the family. He has worked hard and managed to achieve some success, but he can't let it be ruined just because of this insignificant vote.
"I vote in favor." Frost looked at Beowulf with a dodge in his eyes, "I have no objection to Mr. Xuanhao being the school director."
"You..." Beowulf squeezed his hands tightly under the table and stared angrily at this spineless guy. If Pompeii were here, he would never make such a decision.
No, I don’t think Pompeo cares at all about who is the school director... Frost rolled his eyes, after all, that guy doesn’t even care about his position as school director.
"A wise choice." Xuan Hao nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Beowulf, the only one who had not yet voted, "Then the vote is now 3 to 3, and you are the only one left, old man, think carefully, don't worry."
"..."
Beowulf was silent, and the anger in his heart surged into his heart. When had he ever been wronged like this?
When had the Beowulf family been so threatened by a human? Even when facing dragons, they were never afraid.
Countless dragons died under the sword of the Beowulf family. In that era of bloody dragon slaying, he once commanded the iron-blooded "action team" to cross the desert and snowfields and attack the dragon's lair. Every order he made was made of steel.
It is so hard and heavy. Dragon slaying all over the world, the blood on the blade is a symbol of glory. But now, it is actually threatened by a human?
But... the other party's power really made him fearful. Beowulf's fists clenched and loosened, and he was struggling with how to make a decision. Isn't letting such a monster join the school board the same as inviting a wolf into the house? Why did these guys agree so easily?
?There is no backbone at all, not as good as Angers and this little girl.
"Have you considered it?" Xuanhao waited for a long time, but did not see a reply from the old man. He frowned a little. Isn't it the position of a school director? I don't do anything excessive, why do I feel worse than letting you die?
Disaster?
Perhaps it is really harder than letting Beowulf die. As the most hard-blooded faction in the secret party, death is much better for Beowulf than having his dignity trampled on.
"I……"
Beowulf suddenly wanted to get up. He had the honor of being a "dragon-blood-thirsty" and didn't even care about death. How could he be surrendered by force?
"Old man, think carefully..."
Beowulf had just stood up, and before his legs could straighten, a heavy hand pressed on his shoulder, and a dull voice sounded in his ears.
"It is honor to die on the battlefield of slaying dragons, but there is nothing left if you die in the hands of humans. Why bother?"
?"
Beowulf sat back down again.
The hand that fell on his shoulder was as heavy as a huge boulder, seeming to crush all the bones in his body. The indescribable feeling of suffocation made Beowulf even forget to breathe until the man next to him slowly walked back to his seat and sat down.
, he gasped rapidly.
"Ha ha……"
Beowulf gasped for air. At that moment, he seemed to have escaped from hell. A feeling of exhaustion kept pouring out of his body, and a sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on his heart.
"What kind of monster is this?" The opponents he has faced in his life have all been dragons and deadpools who have dehumanized humanity, but this is the first time for such a guy.
This guy actually calls himself a human being? Beowulf's eyes were a little dazed. Did he have to compromise? He began to understand why the other school directors had no objections, because it was meaningless. They couldn't stop this man, no matter what he wanted to do.
Even if he firmly votes against it now, the result will be the same, this man will still sit in the position of school director.
The only difference may be that there are fewer school directors on the school board.
Everyone present watched Beowulf gasping for breath, but they saw nothing clearly. They only saw Beowulf standing up suddenly and seeming to be too old to sit down.
The old man's face became extremely ugly, and he seemed a little older.
Beowulf sighed softly. He recalled that Angers had warned him not to use any common sense to judge the man in front of him. Now it seems that Angers was right.
He looked at the man sitting on the seat in front of him. Although this man was sitting, he seemed to be looking down at them all.
The blazing golden eyes exuded a suffocating aura. Just by looking at each other, he felt that his body was about to fall apart, and it was difficult to breathe even while sitting.
In his surprised eyes, the man suddenly stood up.
Xuan Hao walked towards the door, seemingly not caring about what kind of vote the old man would cast in the end.
The door opened, and the light outside shone on Xuan Hao. He stretched slightly. It was too dark inside and he didn't like it.
The sun shone into the dim conference room, illuminating the old man's pale cheeks.
The old man slumped feebly on his seat, staring blankly at the man leaving in the sunshine, opening his mouth, unable to speak.
There is no point in talking now. His vote is destined not to be an objection.
Walking outside, Xuanhao turned his head and glanced at the huge white castle, and sighed softly, "Oh, I am such a good person."
If he had been more bad, the castle would have been in ruins by now, and the old man inside would have been forced to say something against his will, but he was so soft-hearted that he still couldn't bear to push the old man too much. It seems that he is really a kind person.