Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 70: Angers' Defense Breaks

"I need a reason to 'get back here right now or I'll resign and blow up the ice cellar,' my dear old friend."

Angers held his forehead and sighed, "In order to take the shortest route, I was targeted by multiple air defense systems. If I hadn't found someone to clean up for me, you would have had to go to the mountains to pick up the remains of me and the pilot."

"And what's that in your hand? Could it be that you've developed a hobby of collecting urine?"

Flamel jumped up with a somersault, his eyes flashing with golden light.

Words of Spirit and Discipline!
Angers was completely suppressed and unable to ignite the golden eyes, but he even had the leisure to rummage through boxes and drawers to find his old friend's collection of cigars.

"Don't look at it. If you want that thing, I suggest you go find Caesar. The Gattuso family has no shortage of those things."

Flamel grinned: "Come on, brother, take my piss!"

Ange opened his folding knife with a snap. "I think you may not be very good at Chinese. I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Flamel said seriously: "Absolutely great stuff, top-grade purified serum, produced from my kidneys."

Angers understood: "No wonder you kept running to the Gourmet Club's headquarters some time ago. Lu Zao is really generous to you."

Flamel's mouth twitched: "Of course I am generous, after all, I am the guinea pig."

Ange was furious: "Damn, your skills in shifting risk and blaming others are great, but are you usually studying the art of thick black or the art of ruling the country?"

Flamel patted his belly.

"I don't need it. You know, if I want to see the effect clearly, I'll naturally look for you, who treats blood-blasting as a daily behavior."

Ange took it and drank it in one gulp. Then his expression changed drastically. He covered his mouth with one hand and waved at Flamel with the other hand.

"Don't worry, this is the key point!"

Flamel immediately pulled out a bucket from behind the sofa, showing that he was well prepared.

"Vomiting in here, your vomit is valuable research material!"

Ange held the bucket and vomited like a drunkard, without even stopping to curse.

"vomit"

Ange's golden eyes lit up automatically, and he could clearly feel the mountain pressing down on him.

The illusory mountain is the word spirit called Discipline, and can also be seen as a seal that Flamel has placed on himself.

Ange was shocked: "My bloodline can also be purified?"

"Do you have any more urine? Give me some more."

Flamel grinned: "Hey, you don't even care about the choice of words, it seems the effect is really good."

"It's gone. There's only one bottle. I used Deadpool's body to make an exchange with Elder Lu Zao. If someone else were to be the principal, I might not necessarily use it on him."

Ange slumped down on the sofa and motioned to Flamel to pour the wine.

He has cooperated so well. If his old friend doesn't pour him a drink, Angers will have to consider demolishing the bell tower as the next construction decision of the school construction department.

"This effect, plus the strange name you just gave to Lu Zao."

Angers frowned: "Could this technology be the immortality that the First Emperor was thinking about?"

Bloodline can indeed give people a longer life, and he and Flamel have a high degree of authority on this point.

They usually die on the battlefield, or simply have their heads blown off by the Dragon King's words.

Flamel sneered: "That's it? How is it possible? How could that person's research be so low-level?"

"You should know that the alchemical matrix is ​​made of mercury. Do you want to guess where it is?"

Ange frowned: "Don't tell me that is a man-made Nibelungen. Is that really possible?"

Flamel shrugged. "I don't know either, so I've always wanted to go in and take a look. By the way, this speculation is actually not big news." "If the Chinese hadn't always been ruthless about ancestral tombs and water conservancy facilities, whoever touches them would die, so many mixed-blood families in the world would have wanted to apply for cooperative development long ago."

"If nothing else, the terracotta warriors that were excavated are actually a trick. The real terracotta warriors exist in the mercury matrix. In layman's terms, they are dead weapons that house living spirits."

Ange drank and calmed himself down: "Well, I understand this. Are you still trying to say that there are even more terrifying twelve golden men in the mercury matrix, so what exactly is immortality?"

Flamel hesitated for a moment.

"Just treat what I'm going to say next as a joke."

Ange was sitting there, he knew the value of this sentence.

"The so-called burning of books and burying of scholars is most likely because he destroyed the books that praised the dragon race and glorified history by those pro-dragon factions, or in other words, human traitors."

"By the way, bury alive those who like to be slaves, or like to be slave managers and oppress their own kind."

"And the so-called pursuit of immortality"

Flamel scratched his head and frowned: "If I say that the emperor is most likely in the Lishan Tomb thinking about cocoon transformation, would you be scared?"

Ange cursed out loud: "Nonsense, isn't that exclusive to the Dragon King?"

Flamel shrugged. "Who knows? It's alchemy. You have to interview the Dragon King who masters the supreme alchemy. I can't answer this question."

"Oh, by the way, when the emperor was touring the country, he picked up a stone with the words 'The First Emperor will die and the land will be divided' engraved on it."

"This description is actually similar to the current situation of mixed-blood society. After all, you are the only old madman who kills dragons for revenge. It is hard to say what the composition of other mixed-bloods is."

Ange calmed down and said, "You said these are just speculations."

Flamel took out the iron box: "Yes, so this is another example."

"Now it's my turn to drink."

"Oh, yes. Here are two applications. One is the equipment reimbursement list of the Equipment Department, and the other is the purchase application for new equipment."

Ange's mouth twitched: "I remember that the Equipment Department has always had great autonomy in terms of funding."

Flamel nodded. "Yes, so the cost this time might be a bit high. We broke a lot of equipment when we were researching another crop."

"Those psychopaths kept shouting that Watt Alheim was too unsafe, while at the same time they were studying it with the same determination that they would die if they heard the truth the next morning."

Ange took a deep breath.

endure.

The box was opened, and before Ange could react, Flamel, with his eyes wide open, drank the fin wine in one gulp, then lay down on the ground with an expression that said "my life is worth it" and a smile of good fortune on his face.

Ange took another deep breath.

Judging from his condition, he won’t be able to wake up for a few days. The only thing that is certain is that he is not dead.

Even the precepts have not been lifted, proving that this old man is in extremely good condition.

"Principal Ange, you have a leave application that needs to be approved."

"Norma? Whose leave application document is this?"

Norma's voice continued to come from the phone.

"Executive Minister von Schneider's request for leave, the reason being that Chu Zihang brought him a bottle of good wine that can nourish the body. The only side effect is that it will make you drunk for a week."

Ange: ".Approved."

Very good, it seems that I will be busy during this period.

(End of this chapter)