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Chapter 50 Contact
early morning.

Li Ang opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and ended the Qi circulation.

'Hybrids gain experience much faster than Qi Refiners.'

Having only maintained the Bloodlust state for one night, the [Hybrid] class level, which had only been obtained for a short time, had already become [2/20 (14/200)].

Li Ang initially thought that all professions would require a slow and painstaking process to improve, like the Qi Refiner.

'If one could come into contact with the blood of a pure-blooded dragon, one should also be able to gain a significant amount of professional experience.'

'Unfortunately, this alone is not enough to fulfill the requirement of becoming a third-generation being, which is necessary for the [Dragon Vein Alchemist] job advancement.'

Hybrids are hybrids, and pure-blooded dragons are pure-blooded dragons. No matter how much a hybrid increases its bloodline concentration, it can never become a pure-blooded dragon; its final fate will only be to become Deadpool.

It's not Deadpool from Marvel, but a dragon puppet.

'So we still have to rely on alchemy.'

Thinking of this, Li Ang stood up and stretched.

It must be said that the attribute bonuses provided by the [Hybrid] class are really generous.

With the blessing of being a [hybrid], Li Angguang's attributes had now reached [physical strength 4.2, mental strength 5.1, energy 29.2].

Compared to when I first entered the Dragon World, I have improved considerably, but I am still somewhat incapable of protecting myself in the Dragon World.

'I reckon Kassel College will send someone to contact me today. The [Scales of Garros] I had those black people sell before should have been exposed.'

'It's still best to be prepared for them to turn against you, just in case.'

Li Ang knew that Kassel College would definitely investigate his background, but unfortunately, as a rootless individual, they could only find out what he had been doing in Brooklyn in the past few days.

Sure enough, just as Li Ang finished breakfast, a knock suddenly sounded on the door in the presidential suite.

He stood up and went to open the door, where he saw a strange pair of people, an old man and a young boy.

The older man was wearing a somewhat sloppy suit, while the younger man had a blank expression, like an iceberg.

"Hello, hello." Before Li Ang could react, the old man squeezed into the presidential suite. "I am Guderian from Kassel College. May I ask your name, young man?"

Li Ang, without changing his expression, stepped aside to let the icy figure following behind the burly old man into the presidential suite before introducing himself.

"Li Ang."

"Oh, hello Mr. Li."

Guderian wiped his hands on his clothes, then took Li Ang's hands in his.

It is worth mentioning that, so far, the two have been communicating entirely in Chinese.

At this moment, Li Ang had already recalled the relevant information about the old man in front of him in his mind.

Guderian—he'd forgotten what he taught, but Lu Mingfei's admission to Kassel College was based on an interview conducted by Guderian.

As for those following behind Guderian...
Li Ang couldn't think of anyone else with that icy expression besides Chu Zihang.

Wait, Chu Zihang!?
A chill suddenly ran through Li Ang's body. He wondered if Odin, that old silver coin, was secretly watching Chu Zihang at this moment.

However, seeing that the weather outside the window was still sunny and calm, without any signs of storms or overpasses, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Chu Zihang also noticed that Li Ang's gaze was fixed on him, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He had already checked the other party's intelligence before he came.

To be honest, without using the power of words, he wasn't confident of victory.

At this moment, Guderian spoke up, breaking the somewhat strange atmosphere in the room: "I have to thank Mr. Li for what happened yesterday. Those brats in the Execution Department were really outrageous."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang shook his head slightly: "It's just that the dragon keeps biting me."

Upon hearing this, Guderian's eyes lit up: "Mr. Li, you're from China, aren't you?"

Faced with the burly old man's question, Li Ang remained expressionless, but inwardly he couldn't help but think: 'Does he think I'm one of those mixed-blood families from the Divine Continent?'

'That's true, my situation is indeed very similar to those people.'

The three characteristics of an Asian face, strong abilities, and lack of available information easily led Kassel College to think in this direction.

More importantly, it's Li Ang's attitude.

They generally turn a blind eye to pure-blooded dragons unless the other party shows great danger, otherwise they will not intervene.

This is consistent with the attitude that the mixed-race forces in China have always shown.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, Li Ang did not give a direct answer: "What brought Professor Guderian here?"

Seeing that he didn't answer his question, Guderian scratched his gray hair: "Mr. Li, your question..."

"Shouldn't I be asking you why you came here?"

While the Secret Service may not be considered the masters of America, it can certainly be considered a local power.

From their perspective, Li Ang, this "Chinese man," was undoubtedly the outsider.

Although some Native Americans may disagree with this statement.

As the professor who taught the dragon lineage, Guderian had already begun searching his mind the moment Li Ang announced his name.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any mixed-race families with the surname Li in China in his mind.

However, judging from the other party's bronze throne, perhaps the bloodline origin is from the White Emperor City [King of Bronze and Fire]?
After all, the Dragon King once used the alias 'Li Xiong' to help Gongsun Shu contend for the world.

Oh wait, Principal Angers said it wasn't the Bronze Throne.

Thinking about this, Guderian couldn't help but doubt his own professionalism.

The conversation reached a stalemate for a moment.

After a long silence, Li Ang finally spoke: "I have obtained the Dragon King's alchemical legacy and wish to exchange it for the guidance of Master Flamel."

If, as we speculate, Garus is also a dragon...
In a sense, the alchemy that Li Ang is now learning can be considered a legacy of the Dragon King, but it's unclear whether the dragons in the dragon clan recognize this distant relative.

Flammel's full name is 'Nicholas Flammel', and he should be considered one of the top alchemists of this era.

Li Ang's plan was shrewd. If he could exchange "An Introduction to Alchemy" for the guidance of such a person, it would definitely be a worthwhile investment.

If all else fails, exchanging for some Flamel's Alchemy Notes is also a good option.

“Ah, this…” Guderian’s face showed a hint of embarrassment. “I have no power to interfere with the vice principal’s decision.”

Seeing this, Li Ang didn't take it seriously. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote down information about the [Concealment] magic circle on the paper in front of him: "Professor Guderian, you can give this to Instructor Flamel first."

Guderian took the paper and glanced at it. Finding the contents quite daunting, he put it in his pocket. "I can only ask for you, Mr. Li. Don't blame me if it fails."

After saying this, he left the presidential suite with the expressionless boy behind him.

After watching the two leave, Li Ang relaxed his body slightly.

He knew, of course, that Guderian couldn't possibly believe everything he said, but that didn't matter. As long as he could get the "Introduction to Alchemy" to Flamel, that was enough. He didn't think an alchemist could refuse knowledge he had never encountered before.

For Li Ang, receiving instruction from Flamel would be ideal, but if that wasn't possible, acquiring some of Flamel's alchemical manuscripts would also be acceptable.

Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, Li Ang will find an opportunity to leave in the next two days.

Because his identity cannot withstand close scrutiny.

Thinking of this, he let out a soft breath and silently thought to himself:

'I hope everything goes well.'

(End of this chapter)