The Kassel School Board was the Presbyterian Council of the Secret Party in its previous life. The elders who survived the Dragon Slaying War formed the Presbyterian Council and passed on their past experiences to generations of young people.
With the rise of Angers, the power of the school board has been weakened a lot, but it still retains its past traditions, such as finding a place with beautiful scenery every year to hold a regular meeting, and then discussing a few trivial things at this boring meeting.
Arguing over trivial matters.
Generally speaking, the location of the meeting is chosen in a small town in Europe, where the environment is good enough and the elders of the school board will not be tired.
But this time, something is different.
Africa, in the middle of the Sahara Desert, is a natural paradise on earth. It is like a furnace during the day and an ice cellar at night.
And today, a special school board meeting was held here.
A helicopter landed in the center of the sand sea, and Frost, with his hands bandaged, braved the scorching sun above and walked on the sand sea.
The gravel was so hot that he could even feel the scream of the leather shoes on his feet.
"Don't think this trick can solve anything," Ender followed him and said with some disdain, "This is just you going crazy."
Frost looked at the arm that he had shot through, and said with a bitter smile: "You always have to make some gestures. Gattuso's manor was invaded, and I had to be injured."
As the second-in-command in the family, if Frost could still attend the school board meeting intact after the family headquarters was invaded by the executive branch, it would only show the cowardice of the Gattuso family to many school directors.
There had to be some gesture to show that Gattuso had resisted.
"Oh, both of them are good at deceiving people." Ander twitched the corner of his mouth and said with some disdain.
The two walked forward. In the center of the desert, a white tent stood there, shining in the sun.
This place was chosen by Ander, and it was very consistent with his personal aesthetic. A long table was placed in a semi-open tent, and the school directors sat reluctantly at the long table.
"Oh, Ender, you're here." Beowulf, who was sitting next to him, saw Ender coming and stretched out his hand to say hello.
Compared with many years ago, Beowulf's beard and hair have long since turned white, and the muscles on his arms have shrunk a lot. Only the white dragon scales remain unchanged.
The old man was in a good mood, and the return of Angers and Ender was like a dose of good medicine, which rejuvenated the centenarian's youthful vitality.
"Beowulf, you seem to be in good spirits," Ender gave him a hug: "The bastards of the Garcia family didn't cause you any trouble, did they?"
"They are very obedient. After all, the boys in Kassel are very skilled." Beowulf nodded, and the face of an old man sitting next to him became a little ugly.
Ender sat down in his seat, and Frost next to him also found his seat. The atmosphere in the tent was a bit awkward.
The school directors here are divided into two factions. Most of the school directors of the Angers faction are smiling, while other school directors who have been hurt by the situation are disgraced, and some of them are even hurt.
"That guy from Angers hasn't arrived yet," Ander muttered, turning to ask Beowulf next to him: "Where did that guy go?"
"He came here with Master Laurent," Beowulf said, "Maybe he was delayed on the way."
Ander slumped on his chair and looked around. Most of the school directors had flattering smiles on their faces. Even if they were injured, their expressions did not change at all.
"Ange is not here, we might as well say something more outrageous," Ander looked at the school director and stood up: "Ange is a rule-abiding person and a nostalgic person. He doesn't want to destroy the secret party left by his teacher.
.”
"But I'm different, I don't care about these messy things," Ender walked around the long table, pausing slightly at every place, which made the school director feel nervous: "I am a breaker of rules, so everyone...
…”
"Let's put an end to this charade and have a frank talk."
"What do you want?" Frost asked a question that school directors are most concerned about. What does Ender want?
Money, technology, and power are all available to school directors.
But does Ender want any of this?
Will he be like a beggar, accepting alms from the school directors?
Of course not, flames fell from the sky, and fireballs appeared in front of the school directors, emitting huge heat.
"I don't understand politics, nor do I understand tactics," Ender rubbed his fingers gently, and the fireball turned into a ring of fire and wrapped it around the school director's neck: "But I still understand the principle of killing people to pay for their lives."
The ring of fire tightened, and the school directors' skin smelled like roast meat. They gasped and screamed in pain, but Ender's story continued.
"Now those dragon kings are waking up one by one. Ange and I are blocking the front line, but you are feasting and drinking in the rear."
Ander walked to the end of the long table and stared at the school director who was tortured half to death by the ring of fire: "You must first settle down inside before going outside. I still understand this simple truth, so for the next
If the plan goes smoothly, I'm considering whether to kill you."
The school directors are all very old. François Garcia, the school director of the Garcia family, has already fallen into a half-dead state after being tortured by Ander.
Only Frost Gattuso, who is younger among the school directors, can still maintain a certain level of sanity.
He gasped, his hands were bruised by veins and he grabbed them on the table, and said intermittently: "Gattuso...the family is willing to...compensate..."
Ender pulled his hand, and the fire ring around Frost's neck tightened a little more. Frost simply rolled his eyes and passed out. The next second he woke up again due to the burning pain on his skin.
"Don't interrupt when I'm talking," Ander said coldly: "Where did I just say, oh yes, you must first settle down inside before going abroad. That's what a bald man in China said back then, but what happened later proved that
, what he said makes no sense at all.”
"So later on, that guy rebelled, so I killed him on the treasure island and burned the diary he wrote." Ender nodded his chin and said, "Of course, I didn't burn everything. After all, without that thing, there would be less fun.
"
"Okay, let's not go too far. I prefer another theory than trying to pacify the outside world first," Ender's expression softened: "It's called a united front, uniting all those who can be united."
Ender waved his hand gently, and the rings of fire around the necks of the school directors dissipated. There was a gasp in the tent. Frost frowned and lightly scratched his burned neck with his fingers. The pain made his body twitch.
Immediately, Ander asked with a smile: "There is only one question now, are you the one worth uniting with?"