Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Is this the Dragon Clan? !

It had been used as a blood sacrifice for more than ten years, but less than an hour after it was freed, it woke up again.

What an incredible life form!

But not every dragon clan has such incredible self-recovery ability...

From this point of view, this guy is definitely a Dragon King-level creature.

There is a special course at the college headquarters. The class time and location are not fixed, and it all depends on the mood of the teacher. Naturally, there are only two principals and deputy principals in the school who are so famous.

The lecturer for this course is the Vice Principal.

One day when he was drunk, he would hold a female student in a swimsuit and give an exciting lecture by the swimming pool. Chu Zihang was lucky enough to pass by and listen to it once.

In that lecture, the vice-principal said that the four kings have different powers. For example, the king of earth and mountain is considered to have the "strongest power", while the king of bronze and fire is called "alchemy". "The Throne", the King of Ocean and Water is the "incarnation of immortality", and the King of Sky and Wind is the most mysterious.

Regarding this point, he specifically asked Xia Mi, and Xia Mi told him the four characteristics of the four great monarchs.

The sky and wind are regarded as the incarnation of divine power, high above, the earth and mountains are the manifestation of royal power, bronze and fire symbolize war, and the last ocean and water correspond to the immortal characteristics of the dragon clan.

Such a powerful vitality... Could this be the egg of the King of Oceans and Water?

Chu Zihang frowned. He had to find something to seal the egg as soon as possible, otherwise the tragic situation of the Lenin would happen again!

The best way is to seal it in liquid nitrogen at minus two hundred degrees Celsius. The low temperature will inhibit the activity, but the current conditions do not allow this.

Chu Zihang pulled out the holy sword and stabbed it tentatively into the core.

If the person behind the scenes can kill the embryo in the egg and make it a blood sacrifice, then he can do it too.

He doesn't need to kill the egg completely, he just needs to force it to sleep again at the moment it wakes up until there is a reasonable container to seal it.

The alchemy sword that a certain woman said was used to chop firewood slowly penetrated into the core. Violent beatings came from under the sword's edge. It seemed to be a final struggle to stop the sword's penetration.

It gradually fell silent.

Chu Zihang slowly exhaled, his guess was correct.

He looked back at the horizon in the distance. The sea breeze was blowing in his face and the sound of waves was continuous. They had to get ashore as soon as possible.

Yuan Zhisheng mentioned before that support from the eight Sheqi families would arrive soon. They could not go to the nearest port and had to take a detour.

Chu Zihang turned around and rummaged around in the cabin and found a simple map. After roughly confirming the sea area where they were, he began to search for nearby ports.

Chu Zihang pondered, if he remembered correctly, the headquarters has a safe harbor in Qianhe Town, which is also a secret transfer station.

The department has set up hundreds of safe harbors around the world. Sometimes they are used to transfer some ulterior goods, but more often they are idle. If the commissioner encounters danger while traveling abroad, he can go to the safe harbor. Take refuge.

The safe harbor will buy the commissioner valuable time, during which time Norma will allocate resources to organize a rescue.

Before coming to Japan, Norma prepared a special version of the "Operation Manual" for them to remind them of various things they should pay attention to in Japan, including this safe harbor.

They can go there and contact headquarters, but they don't know if it's still safe.

Putting down the map, Chu Zihang changed course. He looked back at the sleeping Caesar and couldn't help but frown.

See the future in a dream?

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Early morning, Kassel College headquarters, mountaintop campus.

The hundred-year-old maple trees are shrouded in smoke-like misty green, and new leaf buds sprout from the bare branches.

Spring has arrived in Illinois. The cold springs on the top of the mountain are melting, and the faint sound of waterfalls cascading down can be heard.

"This is the best season," the vice-principal always talks about spring affectionately. "Spring is sleepy, autumn is tired, summer is a nap, and winter is sleepless."

In short, he believed that spring is a beautiful season, suitable for recuperation and recuperation, so he strongly suggested at the school meeting that the class time should be postponed by half an hour in the beautiful spring.

Unexpectedly, this proposal was unanimously approved by the department chair and the committees on the grounds that this proposal had no interest in the vice-principal because this old guy had never preached or practiced. It can be seen that this was purely a matter of the vice-principal’s disapproval of the teachers. They couldn't let the vice principal's rare kindness go to waste.

Therefore, the Kassel campus in spring is the most peaceful, with a fairy tale atmosphere.

The morning mist filled every corner of the campus like a white gauze. Angers took a deep breath. The scent of grass and trees in the air was refreshing and helpful for dispelling hangovers.

He was a dedicated principal and was the first faculty member to cross campus each morning to go to work.

Patrolling this campus every morning for hundreds of years gives me a sense of accomplishment like an old lion patrolling its territory.

His Maserati sports car was parked in front of the small building, and the lawn was neatly trimmed. Angers was very satisfied.

This morning was as quiet as every morning in the past hundred years.

He took out the bronze key from his bag and inserted it into the keyhole...and suddenly froze.

The building door is not locked.

This small building is the principal's office and private library. Only Angers and the night watchman hold the key. The door lock made by alchemy looks ordinary, but there is a living guardian inside. There are not many thieves in this world who can open it, and they must at least have "A+" grade blood.

It can't be the vice-principal. The person who drank brandy with Angers all night last night was this old guy.

Angers was silent for a second and took out the pocket knife from his bag.

He slowly opened the door, put his bag on the cabinet on his left, took off his coat, opened the cabinet, hung it on the hanger, and walked upstairs calmly.

There was faint chatter and laughter upstairs, and the atmosphere even seemed to be very harmonious?

Damn it, are all thieves so bold and bold these days?

Now is the season when there are no fallen leaves. The skylight is open, and the sunlight and morning mist are filling in. The stair corridor is a pale golden color, and two or three squirrels are lying on the window looking down.

Anger raised his eyebrows. These little things live in the hole of the big pine tree on the west side of the small building. They are extremely alert. Usually they will climb up and down the bookshelves of the small building without restraint, but whenever a stranger approaches, they will They will disappear quickly.

There are at least two intruders upstairs, but the squirrels are not afraid of them. Why? acquaintance?

On the table under the skylight on the top floor, filled with steam and wrapped in the aroma of black tea, was Angers' favorite box of "Lapsang Souchong".

There were two people sitting in the room. An uninvited guest was wearing a white suit. He was leaning back comfortably on the chair and drinking tea. He had his legs crossed and was wearing elegant handmade crocodile leather shoes.

Another...priest?

Angers was stunned.

The two thieves who broke into the house didn't seem to notice the arrival of the owner at all. They were happily feeding the squirrels and communicating with each other in a harmonious atmosphere.

Angre coughed lowly.

"Hey! Angers! How long have we not seen each other?" The handsome little thief turned to say hello, with a face filled with the joy of "meeting old friends again."

Angers said nothing and looked at the little thief's face repeatedly.

This is an extremely handsome man, with long blond hair, sea-blue eyes, a high bridge of nose and a very masculine beard. He wears a pair of rimless glasses. He has a strong body and perfect curves because he has been exercising in the sun all year round. In the sea breeze, his skin was a healthy wheat color, and his wide open neckline exposed his perfectly shaped chest muscles...

I have to admit that Caesar is very similar to his biological father in this regard.

Pompeo Gattuso, a man whose views on emotions were so bad that even the vice-principal was ashamed of himself.

But even so, there are still many women chasing him all over the world, just to admire him running on the beach with a surfboard under his arm.

"Who is this?" Angers looked at the priest sitting next to Pompeii.

"This is Bishop Mei!" The man put his arm around the priest's shoulders, with a familiar expression on his face.

The priest smiled freely and raised his hand to open the claws on his shoulders one by one, and looked behind Ange: "First time meeting, Principal Ange, is my little Leonardo not awake yet?"

Ange's pupils shrank instantly.

"Oh!" Pompeo said in surprise, "Mr. Bishop, do you still know our dear vice-chancellor?"

"That was a beautiful encounter by the lake." The priest said with a smile.

Ange's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man in front of him. His real age was dozens of times higher than his appearance!

The idiot Pompeii didn't know his identity, but Angers keenly guessed his identity from his clothes and the name of the night watchman.

The "last Semitic" in the vice-principal's mouth claims to have faced the unknown existence of God!

"Please wait a moment, I'll ask someone to help you hurry up that lazy guy." Angers put away his folding knife, sat across from the two of them, and dialed the phone with a smile.

"Hey, is this Professor Manstein? Please go to the attic to find the vice-principal and tell him that the visitor he has been waiting for for many years has come to visit, and he is in the principal's office."

Angers hung up the phone, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a sip. The temperature and thickness were just right.

Pompeii very considerately filled a cup of rich black tea in advance and waited for him, although he was served with his own tea leaves.

"Are you here to visit Leonardo?" Angers asked with a smile.

"I'm here to lure him to a festival." The priest's smile never faded, with a hint of regret in his tone. "I don't have many acquaintances in this world. It's rare to have someone close to me, so I wanted to take him to see the world. , History always needs witnesses.”

Angre said solemnly: "Can I ask what kind of festival it is? Do you mind having one more guest?"

"Principal Ange is also interested?" the priest said with a smile, "But I think even if I didn't invite you, I'm afraid you will be indispensable in this festival."

Ange's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "The festival...is it in Japan?"

"It's so perceptive." The priest praised, "No wonder your school can teach such outstanding students."

"Ange, he is talking about my son!" The man who was not willing to be alone squeezed into the conversation between the two, and said with joy, "Mr. Bishop is really full of praise for my son! I really envy me for having such an outstanding son!"

"Oh? Your Excellency, have you seen Caesar?" Angers asked.

"I've seen it twice, and the first time is still fresh in my memory." The priest said with emotion. "In all my years of preaching, this is the first time that someone dared to set fire to my church."

Angers' eyes were blank, looking for Caesar's father aside.

"Well, you know, boys always have an unforgettable time of rebellion." Pompeii shrugged and walked away lightly.

"That was at his mother's funeral. Overall, he was actually a kind and stubborn child, fighting against the world around him alone. The fault was not him, but his parents." The priest thought for a while and added He said, "Otherwise, I would have sent him to God to apologize."

Angers wiped his sweat secretly, "I don't know which church Mr. Bishop is in. I would like to visit it when I have time. I was also a devout believer when I was young."

"I changed jobs a few years ago." The priest said solemnly, "The world is so big, and I want to see it. Speaking of which, I am very interested in Buddhism recently. Is Principal Angers interested in studying it together?"

"I'm also very interested in Buddhism!" Pompeo jumped out happily, "I went to XZ some time ago to participate in a Tibetan Buddhist spiritual journey event, but unfortunately it was interrupted by my stupid brother."

Looking at the indignant look on someone's face, Ange exposed him expressionlessly and said: "Spiritual journey? Are you referring to the symposium discussing dual cultivation and joyful Zen?"

"Ange, how do you know, are you also a member?" Pompeo couldn't help but be surprised, as if he had found a fellow member.

Angers took a deep breath.

"You bastard, why are you here if you don't roll around in bed with some supermodel?" Angers said coldly.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it's because my son is missing." Pompeo sighed, "Speaking of which, I have never been to his parent-teacher meeting. This is the first time I came here just for this kind of thing. It's really sad."

"But I thought the person coming would be Frost Gattuso, not Pompey Gattuso." Angers looked directly into Pompey's eyes with a slightly provocative expression, "The father-son relationship between you and Caesar Is it that good?"

Pompeii Gattuso.

The father of Caesar Gattuso and the current head of the Gattuso family.

Frost's seat on the school board was actually his, but it was difficult to get meeting notices to him while he was wandering around the world.

And Frost is indeed a strong man, except that he is a bit uncomfortable here in Angers...

It took him ten years to sideline Pompeii, hold the family power in his hands, and make the family business prosper.

It’s hard to imagine what the Gattuso family would be like without Frost.

From the current point of view, the next generation of family leader Caesar Gattuso is from the same family as the current generation of family leader Pompeii Gattuso, and he is better than his predecessors.

"There is absolutely no problem with our father-son relationship. For his birthday, I gave him a Bugatti Veyron signed by the designer." Pompeo was confident, "He is just in the rebellious stage, and eventually he will know that I am a good father."

"Haha, a good father would not ignore his wife's funeral and then turn around to pursue an international supermodel." Mr. Father said cheerfully.

Angers was surprised and asked: "Are you familiar with the Gattuso family?"

"I'm not familiar with him. I just happened to be invited to conduct the funeral of Kaiser Gurweger's mother."

"Oh, this statement is really sad." Pompey said with a sad face, "I thought we were already good friends who talked about everything. Besides, my son's name is Caesar Gattuso."

"Sorry, I'm allergic to scumbags." The priest said tactfully.

"Don't be like this. God has said that nine out of ten men are scum, and the remaining one is the scumbag. It's just that they don't have such outstanding conditions as me."

Pompeo tried hard to prove that there was no difference between him and the public.

The only thing that separates him from the public is his family's stinking money.

The priest said righteously: "Although he is my ex, I still want to speak out for him. God has never said this!"