Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Mongrels are inhuman."

Lu Mingfei's words echoed in Caesar's ears repeatedly like Hong Zhongda Lu.

He seemed to be having a long dream.

Caesar returned to the day when Lu Mingfei’s first open martial arts class was held.

On the battlefield where the two armies faced each other, the iron horse soldiers fought bloody battles.

The man slashed with a domineering sword.

Junbu Waigang has unique skills.

The so-called king's ministry is the way of the emperor. The king bears everything, the king faces everything, and the king conquers everything.

With Caesar's verbal and spiritual nature, he is actually more suitable for the wind department.

But he chose Junbu without hesitation.

Even though this era has lost the basis for the existence of emperors and kings.

Even though Lu Mingfei had said early on that it would be easier for the wind department to achieve Waigang.

There was no way to make Caesar change his choice.

Many things are like this and cannot be measured by simple stakes.

He is Caesar Gattuso, so he chose the throne. This is a very simple reason, it is logical and there is no need to doubt it.

In the dream, the man slashed with a knife, and then there was more, but it was not over.

Caesar seems to have experienced the lives of many people.

Variety.

Some started as small soldiers, progressed to the level of beheading, were banned from the military industry, became centurions, flying generals, and became princes. Suddenly, in troubled times, they separated themselves from each other, and finally were crowned kings.

Caesar fully experienced the life of an emperor.

A hundred years later, it was a different start. It continued to rise from the bottom and swept across Liuhe.

Every time he goes through it, Caesar forgets it in the end. Those memories that started from his humble beginnings and fought hard all his life have become the foundation for Caesar's career as a king, helping him go further on this path.

Sixty times, or a hundred times.

Caesar suddenly woke up.

He found himself in a dark world.

The dark sky was filled with dim light, and a quiet river flowed in the distance, with bright red flowers blooming on the bank.

This is……

Caesar was stunned for a moment.

Hell!

"You're awake."

The old woman slowly stirred the soup and said slowly.

Caesar looked at her intently.

Countless memories from the past came flooding back.

Caesar remembered.

Every time at the end of his life, after death, he would come to this place and meet this old woman.

The ancient myth of the Far East, the underworld of Huangquan, Po Meng.

"It's you."

"I'm not that capable."

Po Meng smiled kindly.

"The emperor has a destiny, I just act according to it."

"Emperor?"

An idea flashed through Caesar's mind and he blurted out.

"Lu Mingfei?"

If it were anyone else, they would probably keep their words deep in their hearts, not speak them out easily, and think twice before acting.

Caesar is different.

Say whatever you have to say.

It was probably some obscure reason like "The king never had any ulterior secrets".

This kind of line can only appear in anime, but for Caesar, it is a matter of course.

Po Meng didn't answer and looked into the distance. It was a dark palace complex, like a sleeping giant.

She stirred the soup and scooped up a bowl.

"You are lucky."

"Here, drink."

Caesar felt something.

"This is the last time."

"yes."

Po Meng walked slowly.

"There must be someone waiting for you outside."

Caesar thoughtfully took the soup, and the amber liquid swirled in the bowl, round and round. He looked at it intently, only to find that the vortex seemed endless and could be subdivided infinitely.

Meng Po Tang makes people forget this life and exchange it for the next life.

Afterlife?

Caesar raised his lips.

I never believe in an afterlife.

It's not my style to pin my hopes on the future.

so.

Caesar drank up the drink.

This bowl of Meng Po soup, after all, is the key to my return to this life.

This is what Caesar is certain of, and there is no need to doubt it.

He has always been like this, firmly convinced of his own judgment.

This is also the quality that a king should have. If a king cannot believe in himself, let alone others.

Sure enough, after drinking Meng Po Soup, Caesar's figure gradually faded into a blur, and soon dispersed into light spots and disappeared.

"Go back."

Po Meng smiled, put down her spoon, and bowed to the palace complex.

"I live up to the king's command."

In the deep main hall, the high candlesticks of others were shining with green light. On the highest throne, the figure in majestic imperial robes was covered with a dense bronze mask.

The eyes of the mask flickered slightly, then gradually became silent.

The black robe is draped on the back of the chair, and the mask is placed on the table.

It turned out that there was nothing in it, just pure nothingness.

Hopeless Sky's mission has been accomplished.

The vast world is dyed gray and white.

The exterior scene of Yama Waigang, which frightens the martial arts community in Kyushu, is hopeless. The fundamental scene is the underworld, the place where all spirits and sentient beings reincarnate.

However, as a characteristic of the third step of martial arts, it cannot be compared with the real underworld in myths and legends, and it cannot be reincarnated.

In Kyushu, Wuwangtian was mostly used for conquest.

It was also after being supplemented by the Nibelung roots of the underworld that Wuwangtian derived new supernatural powers.

For example, this is similar to the experience of reincarnation.

Pull a person's consciousness into the hopeless sky, let him experience life again and again, and quickly accumulate experience in various aspects, such as combat and cultivation.

Caesar was the first to try it.

It was also an insurance policy for Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei has always been worried. He is not sure what will happen to the hybrids in this world who are practicing Kyushu martial arts and are promoted to inhumans.

For example, it stimulates dragon blood.

In addition, Lu Mingfei was also very interested in one thing.

All hybrids are inhumans. From a certain perspective, it is more convenient for hybrids to practice Kyushu Martial Arts and refine their bodies to reach the gateway to inhumanity than ordinary people.

However, everything has advantages and disadvantages, and vice versa. When hybrids are promoted to non-humans, it is easier than ordinary people, and they have an innate advantage. However, this advantage cannot be maintained for long. When non-humans achieve Waigang, the gods of warriors face transformation. , at this time the disadvantages of hybrids appeared, and the conflict between their dragon personality and human personality ushered in a fierce collision.

In short, compared to ordinary people, it is easier for hybrids with dragon blood to advance to the next level, but it is more difficult to achieve success in the outer world.

So Lu Mingfei unfolded the Hopeless Sky to protect Caesar's soul and help him break through.

The triple Hejin gate slowly rises.

The valve sprayed white mist.

This is a higher standard of security than a Swiss vault.

"I told you, Yasha."

The crow is holding a toothpick.

"Will our ghost prison have to use this in the future?"

Yasha ignored him.

This one-minded thug is maintaining his gun with a cold face. The bullet is engraved with alchemical runes and filled with mercury. It only takes one shot to paralyze the ghost. Yasha's action of stroking the gun body is so gentle. As a retainer of the eight young masters of the Sheqi family, Yasha has never come into contact with such super-standard weapons.

No, this is not a weapon.

This is art!

The crow pouted.

He knew what his best friend was thinking.

Uncle Crow can understand.

The fight is about to begin, and the Secret Party and the Sheqi Eight Families will join forces.

The clouds are overlapping and tangled, as if something is about to fall. The crow squints his eyes, is it sunshine?

No, it was Caesar.

He walked out of the door.

"Where are my soldiers."

The clarion call of war looms.

All weapons and equipment were fully loaded, and the plane bound for Japan never stopped from the first phone call.

As soon as the island airport was requisitioned, the tower was overcrowded with heavily armed thugs in suits.

The school workers in Kassel were laid off and re-employed, returning to their familiar positions. Under the will of the tyrant of Angers, the school workers quickly took over the airport ground staff. Thank God, the free day's play has not yet worn out the enthusiasm of these strong men. The will to war.

But this is indeed debatable.

Even if they were still serving before arriving in Kassel, there was no telling how strong the war will of these strong men would be.

It doesn't matter, there is a way out.

Martial arts can best temper a person. As the saying goes, steel is made by steel. In the past year, Kassel has promoted martial arts campus, and the beneficiaries are not only mixed-race teachers and students, but also Kassel's school workers.

At the Kassel Hilltop Campus, there were even instances of school workers defeating mixed-race students in the martial arts arena.

The school workers active at the airport at this time were all body-training warriors who had developed strong physical strength. With the assistance of the eight local Sheqi families, they controlled the order of the airport, guided the plane to land, loaded boxes of supplies into trucks, and stepped on the accelerator. , speeding towards Mount Fuji.

"Did you smell it?"

Sakurai Nanami said.

"The storm is coming."

The head of the Sakurai family of the Sheqi Eighth Clan was wearing a dark uniform with a straight skirt and a veil covering the lower half of his face, looking cold and solemn.

Ryoma Genichiro hummed lightly.

They watched the plane coming from afar.

Ryoma Genichiro seemed to hear the roar of the engine.

It was a voice he was all too familiar with.

Fortunately, he was still wearing his Air Force uniform today.

Among the eight Sheqi families who pay attention to ventriloquism, the head of the Ryoma family is also the most special one. Few people notice that there is such a family head.

Kotaro Fuma is in charge of the ninja force of the Fuma family. Miyamoto Shio's wisdom is unparalleled. The head of the Inuyama family is a very important figure in the Sheki Hachi family.

Although Sakurai Nanami is low-key, she is already dazzling as a woman in the core power level of the Sheqi Eight Families.

In comparison, Ryoma Genichiro, the head of the Ryoma family, is too ordinary.

Even at many parent gatherings, no one said a word until the end.

"Oh, the head of the Ryoma family is not here."

He seems to have always been incompatible with the Sheqi family.

There were also people who chatted privately.

"Tell me, is that Ryoma family member a traitor?" "I think I saw him wearing an air force uniform."

"Are you kidding? How can the head of the Sheqi Eighth Family join the Air Force?"

"I lied to you and asked me to sink into Tokyo Bay tonight."

Indeed, no one would believe it.

The head of the Ryoma family is actually an air force officer.

That was many years ago.

At that time, the patriarch was still Masamune Tachibana, and no one had heard who Herzog was.

The young Ryoma Genichiro meets the parents.

It's like an ancient retainer meeting Zhu Jun.

"Come, have some tea."

Tachibana Masamune smiled kindly.

"Ryoma-kun."

"Have you ever heard of Star God?"

The parents’ eyes are firm and powerful.

"Go to the Air Force."

So many years have passed in a flash.

Time flies so fast.

Genichiro Ryoma drew his sword and cut open his uniform. The cold light of the sword was like the moon on an autumn night.

Someone gave him a windbreaker.

The inner lining is painted with the ghost pagoda.

"What a beautiful knife."

Sakurai Nanami smiled and sighed.

Who would have thought that the head of the Ryoma family, who was always taciturn in the Sheqiba family, would have dazzling sword skills.

Sakurai Nanami adjusts Ryoma Genichiro's collar.

"Remember, Nanami."

"Well, this is a gift I gave you the year before last, because I always see Ryoma-kun wearing an air force uniform, and I want to see a different version of you."

"Today is the first time I wear it."

Ryoma Genichiro said.

"I'm going to the battlefield, Nanami."

"Please kill more enemies."

Ryoma Genichiro smiled.

This man rarely smiled and always had a straight face. It was obvious that he didn't have it a long time ago. It was probably the military that reforged this man's facial features and soul.

"It's just you, Nanami."

"The other girls are saying take care and come back safe."

"You are the only one who wants me to kill more enemies."

"Have no idea."

Sakurai Nanami is playful and looks like a junior high school girl. She wears white knee-high socks and a ponytail. Her short skirt flies when she runs. She is as beautiful as a dream girl.

It is often confusing for people, but Nanami Sakurai is actually a woman in her thirties.

"The enemy is a dragon."

"It's just that we, who are half-bloods, will all die."

"It's just sooner or later."

"Don't worry, Ryoma-kun, you take the first step, I will definitely be there soon."

They whispered again, Ryoma Genichiro nodded, led his people downstairs, boarded the helicopter and flew to the Divine Burial Hall.

Ryoma Genichiro's windbreaker was fluttering, and the evil ghost picture on the lining looked like a fire about to burst into flames.

This is an ukiyo-e sewn by Sakurai Nanami herself. She has learned it from her mother-in-law for a long time. Her mother-in-law is a national treasure-level master. If she had not been the head of the Sakurai family, she would not even be able to see her mother-in-law.

At that time, my mother-in-law squinted to see Sakurai Nanami kneeling and sewing under an oil lamp. She looked so beautiful that she looked like a girl with red leaves walking out of a painting.

"It's for my sweetheart, right?"

The mother-in-law smiled and spread her wrinkles.

"I was young too."

Sakurai Nanami gave the carefully prepared clothes to her sweetheart.

Her sweetheart wore this dress and rushed to the battlefield.

It was a narrow escape from death.

The secret party and the eight Sheqi families joined forces to fight the awakened dragon to the death.

That's the stage for monsters.

Sakurai Nanami, Ryoma Genichiro, they are very weak.

Not as good as the patriarch, not as good as Ange, let alone that S-class dragon slayer.

But they are the heads of the eight Sheqi families.

There are always things you have to do, like dying in front of your family.

Sakurai Nanami watched the helicopter disappear into the sky.

This country has gone crazy.

Helicopters come and go.

Yakuza rushed into the streets to maintain order.

The eight Sheqi families and the Secret Party have joined forces and have no scruples anymore. Some things cannot be escaped. They mobilized supplies and unleashed their war potential. They put everything on the gambling table, Stud.

The time has come to an end.

joke.

The opposite side is a dragon.

A real flying dragon from ancient mythology.

The ancient masters of this world have returned. They opened their tombs and raised their swords to regain their power.

But how could a hybrid be allowed.

Don't think about the future.

If you lose this game, there will be no future.

"grown ups."

"Congressman Nohara's phone number."

"Let him wait."

Sakurai Nanami was still looking away.

"This is the will of the eight Sheqi families."

"Whatever he wants to say."

"Hold it all back."

The strong wind blew, and Sakurai Nanami twisted her hair behind her ears.

“We still have a battle to fight, who cares about the congressmen.”

The MPs' mansions were sealed off and blocked from the inside and outside, like an isolated island. They were furious, but in the face of the eight Sheqi families who followed them everywhere, no matter how angry they were, it was of no use.

They never thought about it.

Yakuza, who can't stand on the stage, will one day do such a big thing.

How dare these guys.

The MPs couldn't understand.

But being unable to leave the house has become an established fact.

Information has also been completely blocked.

There was nothing they could do but wait.

The mayor of Tokyo was so furious that he didn't even return home and was blocked in the office by the Yakuza.

"I want to see your master!"

"Do you know what you are doing!"

"Just stop it!"

Sakura stood still.

The man across from me was jumping up and down like a monkey.

"Excuse me, are you finished?"

The mayor gasped for air. He heard the calm voice of the girl opposite, and anger suddenly rushed to his forehead. How dare you, Yakuza, speak to me in such a tone!

The mayor of the city had a heart attack, but unfortunately his strength had already been exhausted, and he was very angry for a while.

"Miss Sakura."

Frivolous laughter came from outside the door.

The man was wearing a uniform, striding like lightning, and his black hair was swaying like flowing clouds.

"It's better to leave this kind of person to me."

Sakura stepped aside and bowed slightly.

"Yes, Lord Kazama."

The mayor of the city looks down at the people coming, is it Kazama? He didn't remember that the Sheqi family had the surname Kazama. His appearance was indeed first-class, but it was a pity that he was a boy.

The mayor smiled contemptuously.

"Is this your attitude?"

"Sheqi Eight Families."

"I want to talk to your head."

The mayor pointed at Sakura and Kazama Ruri respectively with his fingers.

"Look, who did you find?"

"Two young guys."

"Come to my place and play house!"

"Give me less..."

Kazama Liuli stepped forward, his soft body like a ghost. He chuckled, took out the knife and returned it again, until the mayor's finger fell to the ground, spurting out blood. Only then did he realize it and screamed hoarsely.

"It's so ugly, you loser."

Kazama Liuli kicked this man over.

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"You can't point at people casually, it's very rude."

The mayor kept rolling, his fingers were connected to his heart, and now his fingers were severed, so you can imagine how much pain he felt.

Kazama Ruri waved his hand.

Someone came up and put the severed finger into an ice cup, while others treated the wound for the mayor and bandaged it to relieve pain.

Kazama Ruri sat down on the mayor's chair, turned around, and looked at the sky filled with dark clouds. The desolate wind howled between the sky and the earth. The whole city was on the eve of the end, and something terrible was about to happen.

"My beloved mayor of the city."

"Did you see that?"

Fengjian Liuli looked at the sky.

The mayor was covered in cold sweat. He glanced at Fengjian Liuli's back bitterly, with a hint of lingering fear in his eyes.

"The war is about to begin."

"You're still here worrying about your chair."

“Are rights that important?”

Kazama Ruri smiled.

"Give you a chance to choose."

"Cooperate with our actions."

The mayor of the city struggled to think, balancing the gains and losses.

It's not until he wants to get along.

"Oh, sorry."

Kazama Ruri said embarrassedly.

"I almost forgot, my brother is not here."

"So, no one can stop me."

The mayor's heart was filled with warning signs.

He had a very bad premonition.

The mayor looked at Sakura in panic. This girl who had always been polite was indifferent at the moment.

Others, other Yakuza too.

The mayor glanced back and forth in panic.

Finally, he looked at Kazama Ruri with determination.

"No!"

"I am the mayor of the city."

"You can't kill me."

"What do you want?"

"What do you want to do?"

"It will be all right."

"As long as you ask, no matter what, I will do it."

"I hate how you look now."

Kazama Liuli said.

The mayor quickly shut up.

He couldn't figure it out.

You have to be obedient. I am already very obedient. What else do you want to do if you do this?

"It's so ugly."

Kazama Liuli shook his head, his smile disappeared and replaced with a look of lack of interest.

"With a person like you sitting in the position of mayor of the city, no wonder I sometimes think that it would be okay if the human race were simply destroyed and the dragons would rule the world again."

"At least dragons are pretty, right?"

The mayor had no idea what the guy in front of him was talking about.

Go crazy.

What a dragon, what a king.

Do you think you are acting in a drama?

"That's it, no more time wasted."

Kazama Liuli clapped her hands.

In the next sentence, he switched to the mayor's voice.

Kazama Ruri admired the ghostly expression on the mayor's face.

Oh, this is correct, after all, Kazama Ruri is a ghost.

"Then, from now on, your identity."

The mayor listened to the man in front of him speak in his own voice.

"I'll just accept it."

The mayor of the city was escorted out.

A crowd quickly filled the building.

They are made up of two parts of people.

The first is the cold-faced Yakuza, who is unsmiling and carries a sword and a spear as his sidearms. He is a ruthless man who puts the muzzle of a gun to someone's head when he disagrees.

One is the nerd who walks crookedly with a fish tank on his head. He wears a Pikachu sweatshirt, a Mickey Mouse sweater, and a lazy sheep sweatshirt. The important feature that distinguishes him from the ruthless Yakuza is that what the dead nerds carry in their hands is not weapons, but fried chicken for the whole family. Bucket and fat house happy water.

The ruthless people guard the traffic points and investigate any suspicious corners. They move neatly and quickly, as if they are well-trained.

"awesome!"

The geeks held up their SLRs, shouting excitedly, taking photos of the Yakuzas, and calling their colleagues to take selfies.

"Is this the elite from this headquarters?"

Kazama Liuli's eyes were opened.

"It can be seen that Mr. Anger and Mr. Lu are both very kind people."

That is, indeed kind.

If such a group of dead nerds showed up at the Sheqiba family instead of Kassel, I guess the parents would put a knife on their necks and let them work hard.

"Oh, you are the talker here, right?"

Ultraman stretched out his hand to Kazama Ruri.

Kazama Ruri calmly looked at the strange guy with Ultraman's head in front of him. It was said that other dead otakus just printed anime characters on their sweatshirts. How about you, just put on a helmet of the same style as Ultraman.

Kazama Ruri could probably tell the function of this helmet. It should be the same as the fish tank on other people's heads. It belonged to the uniform suit of the elite of Kassel headquarters.

But why does your helmet not only look like Ultraman's head, but the two light bulbs on the front are still flashing?

Ruri Kazama of Kassel's Equipment Department has long heard of their reputation. He heard that they are technologically advanced and can even come up with black technology that transcends the times. They are one of Kassel's many trump cards.

Kazama Ruri imagined what it would be like to meet these geniuses from the equipment department.

But I never expected it to be like this.

It turns out that all your black technology is used in cosplay!

"Handsome!"

Ultraman showing off his head.

The twinkling eyes of the two light bulbs can even make one imagine the triumphant eyes of the person inside.

This scream made Kazama Liuli's hands itchy and wanted to pull out the spider and chop it up.

"According to that lord's order, we will provide you with any help we can."

"That lord?"

"Um!"

Ultraman nodded solemnly.

"Look at my eyes."

Kazama Liuli drew his sword.

"It's the principal, it's the principal, please spare your life!"

This guy was about to kneel down without saying a word, but fortunately Kazama Liuli's hands were quick to hold him, otherwise in this honeymoon period of cooperation between Cassel and the Sheqi Eight Families, there would be rumors of bullying equipment for the head of the Tachibana Family of the Sheqi Eight Families. The news about the person in charge of the Ministry of Aid team has a bad impact.

As for why such photos are leaked.

At this moment, at least eight cameras were pointed at Kazama Ruri. The geniuses in the equipment department were holding their breath with excitement. God only knew what these guys were thinking.

"Sir, please come here with me."

Sakurai Kogure smiled.

The genius of writing is pronounced as the strange behavior of the dead house. They solidified.

If there is any existence in this world that specializes in death otakus, there is no doubt that it is beautiful girls.

Especially a beautiful girl like Sakurai Kogure who can easily control black and white silk stockings.

No dead nerd can sustain himself under her smile.

No.

"Then, I'll leave it to you, gentlemen."

Sakurai Kogure bowed.

The nerds put their hands on the keyboard, took a sip of Coke with a special straw, and shouted with red eyes.

"Ula!"

Rows of code flood the screen.

Countless surveillance screens jump.

"Kaguya successfully logged in."

"Norma logged in successfully."

"The plan to clear out the Divine Burial Hall has been launched."

"The evacuation plan is submitted, and the Inuyama family receives the mission."

"The public opinion risk control plan is completed."

"The mission has been issued and the paparazzi group has received it."

Fengjian Liuli was very pleased, it turned out that Qi Xingzhong could also handle personnel matters.

Wait, what did he hear?

Paparazzi group?

Why could he hear the words paparazzi in this epic dragon-slaying battlefield!

Fingel, who was holding a chicken leg in his mouth and a goblet, sneezed hard.

He muttered something, rubbed his nose, put the goblet to his mouth, and took a sip of the brown carbonated drink.

Fingel smacked his lips.

He threw the goblet behind him.

Sure enough, there is something wrong with drinking Coke from a tall glass.

Fingel slapped open the oak barrel, drank heavily, and then let out a big belch.

Feeling comfortable.

This is the correct way to drink Coke.

Coca-Cola must be stored in an ice cellar in an 1983 oak barrel. On the left is an alchemical music box that can sing by itself. On the right is a murderous picture that is said to capture the soul. Then it needs to be hidden for seven or forty-nine days to absorb the essence of alchemy. It has such a great taste.

Fingel was almost intoxicated by his intelligence.

Intoxicated by his tireless research on Coke.

He would write a thesis later. This was Fingel's graduation thesis in Kassel. If he studied the taste of Coke, others would not know about it. At least the good brothers in the equipment department would definitely give it to him.

Fingel is satisfied.

Of course, all this has to be after the war is over.

"Boss, someone uploaded a video about dragons, and the popularity is soaring."

A certain boy exclaimed.

Fingel waved.

"calm down."

"what is this."

"Put that one out."

The younger brother suddenly understood.

"Are you saying that you are shocked that the real emperor is Yakuza?"

Fingel snapped his fingers.

"good."

"Let's muddy the waters."

"Anyway, our patriarch is the emperor, and he is Amaterasu. Although we are paparazzi, we must also have the professional ethics of paparazzi. Sometimes, the truth is more like a lie than a lie."

The younger brothers were in awe.

"As expected of the boss."

"The boss competes in golf."

"The boss smokes."

Fingel laughed.

Although he had just come out of the Divine Burial Hall, he was immediately thrown into working in the public opinion group by the unscrupulous vice-principal, which made Feng Feng very unhappy.

Thafingal just looks like a cow and horse, Yan Ling also looks a little like a cow and horse, but Thafingal is not a real cow or horse.

However, considering that the public opinion team is still a professional counterpart, Master Fingel will spare you, the ignorant vice-principal, for once.

The task of the public opinion team is very arduous. This comes from the will of the secret party to do everything possible to keep the Abrahamic blood contract.

Dragons are the biggest secret in this world.

Conceal it if you can.

Although many people can see that it is difficult.

Because the real dragon clan has appeared.

From Lu Mingfei, to Angre, and Fengjian Liuli, the heads of various families.

Occasionally, I raised my head and cast my gaze towards the sky, as if I could see the figure of the giant dragon in the flowing clouds.

They are looming.

The sky of this island country has been occupied by dragons.

In fact, this is also conceivable.

Schneider listened to the report in the command room.

Francis, who had put on his Kassel uniform again after many years of graduation, stood up straight.

In him, one can vaguely see the scene in Kassel ten years ago.

At that time, Kassel was the most stringent military camp, and every student could rush to the battlefield at any time. Until that day, the Camarilla suffered an unprecedented defeat in Greenland. Angers presented white flowers to his students and walked out of the cemetery. , followed by institutional reforms involving the entire city of Kassel.

Teachers and students cannot understand that no matter how big the failure is, as the principal and the helmsman of this big ship, shouldn't you learn from the pain and come up with a more effective plan?

Angers did come up with a plan.

But Kassel, which was originally a good training base for dragon slayers, suddenly became a romantic place for college students to fall in love.

Could it be that Mr. Principal has Alzheimer's disease?

Teachers and students cannot understand.

How can Cassel train a dragon slayer like this?

Do you dance with dragons crawling out of the grave?

Or better than the cello?

There are many students who do not understand Angers behavior.

Out of respect for the legendary dragon slayer, they did not choose to drop out of school immediately.

However, after completing their credits, they refused the olive branch offered by the Executive Department and refused to join the mixed-race family.

Everyone knows the virtues of mixed-blood families. If they could, I believe that the vast majority of mixed-blood families would surrender to dragons without hesitation, even if they were working as dogs for dragons.

No matter how dissatisfied they are with Angers' happy university plan, they are also students from Kassel and regard themselves as dragon slayers, especially since they have received a complete dragon slaying education from Kassel.

Rejecting the executive branch and the family, there are actually not many choices in the mixed-race world.

Some people went to sell paintings on the streets of Vienna, some went to practice in the mountains, and some found an orphanage to take care of their children.

They thought this was how they would end their lives.

When I dreamed back at midnight, the flash of swords and golden eyes were like a blurred dream.

until today.

Schneider took out his address book and called the names one by one.

"Francis, I still remember your strategy back then, it was impressive."

"Professor, it's nice to hear your voice after all these years, but sorry, I'm at work."

"Put your damn burger aside."

Schneider said hoarsely.

"Don't tell me you're willing to make burgers for the rest of your life."

The person on the other side didn’t speak.

There was only the sizzling sound of the oil pan.

"Listen, Francis."

"I have work here. I need a commander for a battle. Will you come or not?"

"Who to fight?"

"dragon."

Francis smiled.

"Save a seat for me, sir."