A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 153 I taught a student who killed the Dragon King?
Frost, like Sir Fernand, Angers, and Henkel, was getting on in years, with many wrinkles on his cheeks, showing his advanced age.

But the occasional glint in his eyes was enough to tell him how dangerous he was. Supported by his heterochromatic secretary, Passy, ​​he arrived before Angers and Henkel.

Sir Fernand slowly approached, but he alone gave off a truly aged impression. His white hair was very sparse, and because he had traveled all night, he lacked energy and spirit, looking old and very tired.

Unlike Angers and Frost, who had ruddy complexions and quite a thick head of white hair, let alone the little old man Henkel, whose hair wasn't even white, but rather had a faint golden hue.

With the distinguished guests arriving, Angers naturally treated them with great courtesy, inviting the three into the principal's office, setting out Coiba-Bey 52 cigars, and serving them Romanée-Conti that had been pre-cured.

Angers' office was large, but there were only three rows of sofas, one for each VIP. Angers sat alone in his office chair, while the seven young men brought by Henkel and Passy brought by Frost had to stand.

Fernand was more at ease in this regard. He was visiting alone, and after glancing at the cigars and wine, he looked troubled: "Angers, do you have tea?"

Given his current mental state, if he drinks a couple more glasses of wine, he'll be completely unable to discuss serious matters.

"How about the first flush of spring tea from Castleton Estate?" Angers was very enthusiastic. He got up himself, went to the tea cabinet, and selected tea for the gentleman, changed the cups, and brewed the tea.

Despite being located in Chicago, Kassel's true core strength comes from the support of eleven ancient mixed-race families from Europe.

The Gattuso family, located in Italy, is naturally one-eleventh.

Although Sir Fernand was not one of the eleven, in the mixed-race community, ancient London remained the world's financial center for mixed-race people.

In other words, apart from Henkel, everyone sitting in this office is theoretically Angers' allies.

Fernand has a unique advantage there. The Thirteen Families of North America and the Gattuso family all have multiple financial collaborations with Fernand.

Since it involved a lot of money, Frost and Henkel didn't mind patronizing the knight. One was tasting wine, and the other was smoking. Neither of them was in a hurry and they waited patiently.

After Fernand took a couple of sips of hot tea and his expression softened, they were finally able to talk business.

Since he was an outsider, Henkel couldn't be the first to speak up; he needed to cover for the thirteen North American companies.

Harlin Lexington, who was standing behind him, stepped forward: "Principal Angers, can we talk about cooperation?"

"Cooperation?" Angers looked intrigued, while Fernand and Frost listened quietly without saying a word.

Harlin spread his arms wide and vividly described the benefits of cooperation to Angers: "Yes, cooperation, Kassel College, cooperate with us."

"At that time, the entire hybrid society will be completely open to Kassel, and our major conglomerates and trade routes all over the world will be at your disposal."

“Every year, our thirteen families send out elite members to marry outstanding graduates from each year’s class in Kassel, in order to strengthen our bloodline and produce even better offspring.”

"Most importantly, we will provide your dragon-slaying plan with our full support."

Harlin paused deliberately at this point, glancing at Frost rather subtly but clearly: "Furthermore, we also support you personally in becoming the most powerful school board member."

“We all know very well that the strongest dragon slayer of this century is Principal Angers, but there are many people on the board of directors who are jealous of your excellence.”

Combined with his previous rather deliberate little actions, Harlin was practically pointing his finger at Frost and accusing the Gattuso family of shackled Angers, sidelined Angers, and plotting to usurp the throne.

Sir Fernand gradually became excited and perked up, holding the tea tray in his left hand and the cup handle in his right, glancing back and forth at Henkel and Frost with a grin.

All of this was none of his business; it was a matter between the thirteen North American families and the Gattuso family, and he was happy to watch the show.

I was sent on a business trip in the middle of the night, which made me very unhappy, but I could accept it if I could gossip about it.

Frost did not respond, but simply kept swirling the red wine in his hand.

It was as if Harlem's words were far less important than a glass of wine.

Frost does have a temper; he often berates his cousin Pompey, the head of the family, and also angrily rebukes Angers for wasting the school board's funds.

But that doesn't mean he'll lose his temper easily. He scolds Pompeii because Pompeii is the true head of the family and he hopes Pompeii can shoulder the family's responsibilities; he rebukes Angers because Angers is powerful enough!

Harlem? What does Harlem have? Let alone a young man, even if you bring up the Lexington family behind Harlem, Gattuso wouldn't take him seriously.

Do they really think that by simply providing large sums of money, the United States, with its recent development, can dominate the mixed-race community?
Without the corresponding alchemical technology of the dragon race, without the various research results on dragon blood materials, without the global exploration of the dragon race's history...

Money alone? You can forget about getting close to the Kassel Board of Trustees.

Harlin, facing Frost's almost silent humiliation, controlled his emotions well, not showing them on his face, but just looking at Angers.

Angers laughed heartily, as if he were about to pocket a large sum of money: "Sounds great, doesn't it?"

"With just a nod, I can immediately obtain a large sum of money and global business opportunities."

Harlin dared not agree so readily this time: "Haha, Principal Angers is joking. Cooperation requires the joint efforts of both parties. At the very least, your side cannot monopolize the Dragon Cross, can it?"

When the mention of the Dragon Cross was brought up, Fernand, who was watching the show with amusement, Frost, who was dismissive of the response, and Henkel, who remained silent, all immediately looked at Angers.

Three pairs of eyes were almost glued to Angers' old face, unwilling to miss any subtle changes in his expression.

"!" Upon hearing this, Angers was able to maintain his composure, but he couldn't help but be surprised. He finally understood why so many mixed-race forces were flocking to Kassel.

The Dragon King's Dragon Bone Cross?
No, Kassel doesn't have such a rare item. Where did you all hear these rumors?

Angers desperately needed to figure out how the news had spread: "Has Kassel gained yet another dragon-slaying genius?"

"When was the Dragon King killed? I, the school principal, didn't even know?"

Harlin's face still radiated confidence, like a mischievous young man who was unwilling to give the elderly man with dementia a full reminder, only offering two hints: "Philadelphia, Chu Zihang."

"Chu Zihang killed the Dragon King?" Angers' face showed obvious surprise and a smile: "Oh my, this is truly a joyous occasion! Come, let's drink!"

After saying that, he raised his glass, but embarrassingly, no one present responded by raising their glass in return.

Angers didn't care at all. He downed half a glass of red wine, and after finishing it, he proudly raised his eyebrows and boasted, "How about that? I'm quite the educator, aren't I? I've taught a student who can kill the Dragon King!"

"Hey, you guys should have told me this good news sooner, so I could have arranged for a twelve-hour fireworks display to celebrate tonight!"

Frost silently looked away, while Henkel smiled without saying a word; they were long used to Angers's thick skin.

Fernand was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Angers, the world's most recognized hybrid, would have such a roguish side.

"..." Harlin couldn't laugh anymore: "Principal Angers, please stop joking. I didn't say that Chu Zihang killed the Dragon King."

"Is Principal Angers really completely unaware of the Philadelphia Kings' duel?"

"Actually, it was Chu Zihang and several students from your esteemed school who went to the Battle of the Two Kings in Philadelphia immediately afterward and took away something very important."

Angers picked up the decanter and poured himself half a glass of wine, seemingly carefree and relaxed, but in reality, his brain cells were burning wildly.

Kassel was misunderstood as having the Dragon King's Bone Cross. Was it all because of Chu Zihang and his group?
What did they take away from the scene?
Did they really obtain some important item at the level of a Dragon King? Or is it a scheme by a mysterious organization?

The alcohol was quickly metabolized and then submerged by the dragon's blood in his body. Such a small amount was not enough to numb Anger's brain or affect his judgment.

It's unlikely. Norton is backed by a mysterious organization, and given the fighting power this organization demonstrated last time, even against the Mountain King, it's impossible for Norton to be killed.

Was the Mountain King killed by a mysterious organization and Norton? They said that what Chu Zihang took away was the Mountain King's Dragon Bone Cross?
With limited intelligence, Angers was unable to deduce much useful information and could only continue to feign ignorance.

(End of this chapter)