Hearing that Professor Vlad was actually risking the safety of his precious collection, he threatened himself with such an unscrupulous thing.
The principal sighed softly, shook the red wine in the glass and said.
"Old man, the matter is not that serious. You should calm down and throw away the key to my collection room now, okay? We can be more sensible."
"I know you bought the Mayan crystal skull a few years ago, but you didn't expect it to be so beautiful. But you know that I am older now and have mild Parkinson's syndrome. My left hand is shaking constantly. Maybe
This miraculous work of art will be thrown to the ground in one second, do you want to listen to the sound of it falling to the ground?"
The principal showed a "you win" expression.
"Okay, okay, I will handle the matter with the senior's parents. After tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Boren will accept my advice and go home obediently to wait for their son to return. Shinoyama Ribei will not be so irritable.
Dao comes to you to ask for someone, is that okay?"
Having said this, the principal asked again worriedly.
"Besides, did Sasayama really just come to you with a knife? He probably didn't do anything too extreme, right?"
Hearing the principal's concerns, Professor Flood held the phone and laughed heartily.
"Of course not. He just chopped my leather sofa in half. In addition, there were three terrifying knife marks on my favorite mahogany table. He also almost chopped my suit into a beggar's suit."
, Apart from that, I really didn’t suffer any torture from him. Oh, by the way, he said this to me when he slashed my table with a knife not long ago.”
"If Zifeng doesn't show up within two days, the next knife will cut you in the throat! Haha, it's not too much. He really isn't too much at all. Dear principal, I feel like I have Parkinson's disease somehow.
It seems to be getting worse and worse, and your most precious collection seems to be turning into garbage at any time."
The principal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I will give you a brand new table including new clothes and a new sofa. Please put down my collection quickly. I spent a lot of money to buy it. It did not use the college's funds, but my personal money.
Property! In addition, I promise that the parents of the students will not do anything excessive to you again, I can swear on my own name!"
Professor Vlad placed the Sagittarius statue in his hand on the table and sat back on his leather chair tiredly.
Staring at the rainy sky outside the window, Professor Vlad said in a deep voice.
"Principal, these are small things, they are not important, and these are not what I really care about."
Principal Fanzhuo tapped the table of the bar gently and nodded to the young girls passing by.
"The Chinese branch lost contact, the North American branch lost contact, two holy artifacts appeared, and Karl and the others discovered the blood servant in China. Indeed, any of these things is more serious, but Vlad, we have to calm down, no matter what
Always be calm wherever you go."
Professor Vlad took a deep breath, sat on the chair in his office, and kept tapping the table with his left hand.
"Principal, I'm already calm! But don't you think the Devil's Party has given us too many surprises? According to Karl's report, the Devil's Party has created at least thousands of blood servants in China, and they also have the ability to blockade
The most critical point about the potion of our ability is that there are traitors in the academy! And there are not a few of them!"
Professor Vlad spread his left hand in shock.
"If it weren't for Karl's news, we wouldn't have even investigated the truth behind the disappearance of the Chinese branch and the North American branch. We wouldn't even understand how they lost contact and how they disappeared. Principal, after all these years
, I’ve never seen the academy’s execution rate so low.”
The principal nodded to the bartender in front of him who was pouring the wine for him, picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a slow sip.
"This is nothing to be surprised about. The Tianchao branch has always been responsible for the intelligence on China. Now that they have lost contact, it means that we have lost our eyes in China. The college's execution rate in China has become so low recently.
It’s not something too scary.”
The principal sighed, "After all, the influence of the college has not spread all over the world. Even in areas where branches have been established, as long as that branch loses contact, we have no other option."
"But so far, we haven't been able to get in touch with Karl and the others. Principal, do you believe it? For such a long time, Karl has only managed to contact us through several companies of the Bollen family in China. Otherwise, we would not even be able to contact us."
It’s impossible to know anything about the appearance of the sacred artifact.”
"Oh, really, then you didn't discuss with Carl's parents and let the Bollen family help the college overcome the current crisis?"
Professor Vlad slowly squinted his cloudy old eyes.
"Before you didn't send Karl to the Celestial Empire, it might have been okay, but now...the Bollen family is even starting to plan to cut the academy's budget next year."
The principal smiled and nodded, changing the topic very sincerely.
"Okay then, how much results have you achieved during my time traveling?"
Faced with the principal who shamelessly changed the subject, Professor Flood did not want to argue with him any more.
Taking a deep breath, the expression on Professor Vlad's face was extremely heavy.
"It's not too much. In the past few days, the people from the Scientific Research Department have finally unlocked the message for help sent by the Tianchao branch on the day of the incident. Although it was intercepted and encrypted by the devil party, we still deciphered the content."
Principal Van Zhuo smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand with a hot Russian girl not far away.
"It's a sacred weapon, right?"
"That's true, but the Tianchao branch was also under the influence of the devil party and itself..."
Principal Fanzhuo's playful smile disappeared, replaced by a deep smile.
"Vlad, I don't want too many people to know about this matter. You should understand that we don't have so much time and energy to focus on internal cleanup now. Doing so will cause extremely serious consequences. Do you understand?
"
Professor Vlad nodded.
"I know this. I have blocked the news of the betrayal of nearly half of the members of the Celestial Branch. In addition, there are only a few senators in the Senate. I have notified them, and they are all people who participated in the Ten Years' War.
"
Principal Fanzhuo clinked his wine glass with the Russian girl who came next to him, with a sincere smile in his eyes.
"You handled it very well, but it wasn't enough. If I guess correctly, the reason why we couldn't contact Karl and the others is probably because the Demon Party actively blocked all contact between us and the Celestial Empire, and asked the college's information processing laboratory to start immediately.
Break through the interception of the devil party and restore our contact with the Celestial Empire as soon as possible."
Professor Vlad quickly opened his notepad and wrote while writing.
"I am already doing this. The Information Processing Laboratory and the Scientific Research Department are seizing the time to solve the problem. I have selected a group of trustworthy people to handle these matters. In about five days, the contact between the college and China will be restored."
The principal hugged the sexy and beautiful Russian girl next to him and said without being too surprised.
"If I guessed correctly, the communications of the North American branch should not have been cut off by the Devil Party when they just set off for China. Only after all the North American branches disappeared, the Devil Party launched an attack on us."
"That's right."
After leaving the phone number, Principal Fanzhuo nodded to the leaving girl and drank the whiskey in the glass with a smile.
"Old man, I have really troubled you during my absence. After I die, how about you take over the position of principal?"
Vlad closed his notepad seriously and said expressionlessly.
"I prefer Karl. Of course, if nothing happens to the Chinese branch, Karl's uncle is the best successor."
"You are really a person who is very indifferent to fame and wealth."
"It's just that you can see your true nature clearly."
"Haha, you are indeed only suitable to be the second in command."
Silently, someone was already standing behind him. Principal Fanzhuo felt their breath and said with a smile.
"Old man, I'll leave the college affairs to you. I have some other things to deal with here. We'll see you later."
"Don't hang up the phone! You haven't told me what to do next!" Professor Vlad yelled, holding the phone in a frenzy.
"How should the Celestial Empire solve the problem? The appearance of the two holy weapons, the disappearance of Boer and the others, and the blood servants created by the demon party. How should these things be solved?"
Professor Vlad quickly opened the notebook he had just closed and turned to a page filled with names.
"I have drawn up a list of reinforcements. I plan to send people directly from the nearest Japanese branch to China. In addition, I have also selected six elites from the academy headquarters. If you have no objection, they can leave for China tomorrow."
The principal drank the whiskey in his glass and smiled lightly.
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. After I finish handling my affairs, I will go to China in person. Don't worry, I will bring all the students back safe and sound."
"You, you want to go to China in person?" Professor Vlad subconsciously slumped down in his chair, holding the phone, and said in disbelief.
"Of course I don't want to go, but after such a big thing happened, as the principal, I always have to do something I should do."
Staring at the dim lights of the bar, the principal smiled and shook his head, his words full of the kindness of an elder.
"Old man, I am already very old. I don't know when I will go to see God, but the children in the college are still very young, right?"
"I will contact the Russian branch to help you."
Principal Fanzhuo hung up the phone in his hand.
"No need, they are right by my side."
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"Everyone, please sit down. It's not like we don't know each other. Didn't we meet here before the Ten Years' War?"
Most of the guests in the bar had left before they knew it, the resident singer's singing had long since disappeared, and even the bartender and waiter had disappeared long ago.
At the same time, four gray-haired old men stood behind the principal.
"Yeah, it's been a long time. Van Zhuo, you are still the same as before, there hasn't been much change." Gloomy words with a hint of nostalgia came from one of them.
Without turning around to look at the four guests behind him, the principal held the whiskey in his hand and sipped it.
"You are also very good. As a real vampire, you still retain your immortal soul. Unlike me, I am old and not as young as I used to be." The principal smiled faintly, "There were still cute girls calling me in the past.
Uncle’s, all have become grandfathers now.”
This charming and handsome old man turned his back to the guests with a smile and raised the wine glass in his hand, "Sit down, everyone. I'm treating you tonight. After all, there are not many people who have survived from that era to now."
The four old men sat on the chairs next to the principal one after another. They looked no different from ordinary old men. With their gray hair, their bodies were covered with traces of time. But unlike ordinary old men, they were wearing
He wears a pure black hand-sewn high-end suit, his leather shoes are polished extremely brightly, and his handsome face when he was young can still be seen vaguely on his wrinkled face.
"Yes, there really weren't many people in that era. We witnessed the emergence of the steam engine with our own eyes, and we also saw Louis XVI walking to the guillotine. The history in the children's mouths, and the great men we admired all passed quietly in front of us.
, and even drank a glass of French red wine together.”
The old man on the left side of the principal smiled and said, "Time flies so fast."
"History is mysterious and vague in the eyes of children, but to us it is just something we have experienced," the principal smiled and raised his glass, "It's great, we can also talk about the past with people from back then.
, this feeling is really good.”
The old man nodded, "Yes, the old guys should sit together and miss the past days and the close friends they once had. It's a pity that there are not many people like us anymore."
The principal smiled softly and said nothing.
Next to the old man, an old man nearly two meters tall took a glass of whiskey from the table and lightly shook the ice cubes inside.
"Immortal soul? It's really sad to hear these five words now. Although our soul is immortal, we are still old. Fanzhuo, I have to thank you for this."
The old man on the principal's right took out a Cohiba cigar from his suit pocket and puffed it away indifferently.
"It's also here, right? Before the Ten Years' War broke out, we were sitting here drinking and chatting. Let me think about it, what did we talk about at that time? Don't get involved in the war between the Camarilla and the Demon Party, and share the secret of evolution with us.
Teacher Fanzhuo, is there anyone more shameless than you in this world?"
The last old man clenched his fists tightly and made a sound of crisscrossing bones. His turbid old eyes staring at the principal were filled with endless anger.
"Peace, only war can bring peace, only war can bring evolution! Van Zhuo, how many of our outstanding descendants did you kill for this reason? We were really crazy back then to regard you as a wise man as great as the Hebrew prophets.
!”
Listening to the accusations and sarcasm of the old people, and thinking of the heavy history in the past, the principal just drank the whiskey in his hand calmly.
"As a neutral clan, you should not have intervened in the war between the Camarilla and the Demonic Party, otherwise you would be considered neutral? Even when the Camarilla was besieged by the whole world, didn't you just stand by and watch? Not to mention the later stages of the war.
, you also joined in, otherwise how could we have fought with the devil party for a whole ten years."
"Yes, you have lost many outstanding descendants. Thanks to you, not many of my students back then survived."
"War is a matter for both sides and even multiple parties. As long as you go to the battlefield, don't think about mercy, and don't do the ugly thing of relying on corpses to win sympathy after failure."
The principal gently put down the wine glass in his hand and looked deeply at the crystal ice cubes in the glass.
Many people died that year, yes, many of his students died. This may be the reason why the principal has rarely taught classes since the end of the Ten Years' War.
"That's really nice to say, Van Zhuo. After so many years, you have become more and more like a qualified leader. You can actually speak shameless words so fluently."
To the right of Principal Fanzhuo, the leader of the Assamite clan slightly narrowed his eyes that had turned blood red.
"Yes, we did participate in the Ten Years' War, and it did violate our thousands of years of principles, but why did we join in? Have you forgotten what you did to us in 1912? What you call sharing
The secret of evolution is just an excuse for you not to want us to join forces with the devil party!"
To the left of Principal Fanzhuo, the patriarch of the Giovanni clan, an old acquaintance of the principal, smiled softly, "The opposition between the three parties is the best balance, and the best way to break this balance is
Join forces with one of the parties. Haha, we actually believed you back then, and we actually almost let you eat the devil party and then turn around and eat us!"
The sound of bones interlacing sounded, and the four neutral clan chiefs simultaneously clenched their wrinkled hands, and blood-red light bloomed from the depths of their pupils.
"There may be no real winner in the ten-year war. The Devil's Party is over, and the Camarilla has lost thousands of years of accumulation, but you are still alive? You can still sit here and drink, right?"
"Vanzhuo, thanks to you, before the end of World War II, we will all live like bereaved dogs."
"Should this account be settled today?" (To be continued)