Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"If I remember correctly, our principal Ange's beloved student, the word spirit recorded in his file has abilities similar to 'moment' and 'time zero'."

Frost said indifferently, glancing at Angers beside him: "So, can you explain what are the abilities and powers he is exerting now?"

"If you can't explain it clearly..."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and then said expressionlessly, "Then the issue of this parliament will probably be the impeachment of you for introducing unknown hybrid species or even dragons into Cassel College."

Faced with Frost's questioning tone, Angers grinned with the cigar in his mouth.

Sure enough, before he could respond, Lisa rang the bell: "Director Frost, please don't change the topic of the meeting without authorization. As for whether he is a dragon, I think you should know very well that this is impossible. thing."

The youngest female school director glanced at the housekeeper behind her and rang the bell: "I agree, if he is a dragon, it is impossible to join Kassel Academy and help us kill ourselves." of the same kind.”

"There is no basis to prove that dragons are harmonious inside. As creatures whose intelligence is not weaker than humans or even more powerful, they may not be able to transform into humans and lurk among us."

Frost, who was rebutted, was not angry and dismissed the two arguments in a calm tone: "In history, wasn't there a conquering king who was like this? It is stupid to use human thinking to speculate on the behavior of dragons."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but frown.

They naturally knew who Frost's so-called "conquering king" was.

——"Scourge of God", Attila the Hun.

Attila's performance was outstanding when he was young. Even though his identity is limited, genius will never be buried no matter what the era.

So he quickly came into the eyes of the senior leaders of the mixed-race family at that time. For a young man who showed an excellent bloodline, their first choice was naturally to vigorously cultivate him.

But it is a pity that they made the wrong decision at the beginning, which was tantamount to a suicidal act of inviting a wolf into the house.

Whether in human history or in the history of hybrids, Attila the Hun always marched westward, burning the cities along the way one by one, and never managed the captured land.

At that time, he was a peerless sharp arrow, and its power would not diminish no matter how far it was shot.

Emperor Valentinian III of the Western Roman Empire once shouted and asked: "What does that barbarian want? This is Rome, the land beloved by the gods. I can give him a lot! Tell me what his ambitions are. How big!”

But his sister Princess "Honolia" said coldly: "All he wants is destruction!"

Yes.

Attila was a dragon king, and all he wanted was destruction, bringing war to Western Rome and defeat under the scourge of God.

Finally, the Western Roman Empire princess "Honolia" married Attila. History records that he died suddenly in his sleep after drinking.

The blood vessels in his nose ruptured, blood poured into his throat, and he eventually suffocated and died.

But of course a dragon king would not die easily for such a funny reason. The real cause of death must be related to the princess "Honolia" of the Western Roman Empire.

This made all hybrids realize something.

That is, the behavioral logic of dragons is completely different from that of humans, and their violence is as deeply rooted in their bones as their power.

They are undoubtedly "human" before they wake up, but if they wake up from their sleep, they will burn all weak existences with fire of war.

No matter if the opponent is a member of his own race or a hybrid that steals fire.

"If you cannot give us a satisfactory answer and explanation, then your dictatorship at Cassel College may be coming to an end, Hilbert Jean Angers." Frost reminded him coldly.

This made the other school directors subconsciously frown, but in the end they did not take away the bell in front of them. All the school directors focused their eyes on Angers, and they seemed to hope to hear the other party's reply.

But Angers just took a deep drag on the cigar, filling his lungs with the strong nicotine.

After feeling the strong stimulation, he faintly exhaled the smoke. His face became misty in the white mist and darkness, and his sloppy expression seemed a bit cold.

"Frost, you should have forgotten something."

Angers' voice became deeper and he looked at Frost coldly: "If he had even the slightest suspicion of being a Dragon King, he would have been killed by me for stepping into Cassel Academy with his left foot."

"No one sitting here has the right to doubt my determination to bury the Dragon Clan."

As soon as these words came out, the conference room fell into a brief silence and depression.

After a while, Lisa rang the bell and said softly: "Director Frost, please stop making unfounded speculations. Angers is the executor we jointly choose."

"Second the motion." The other school directors all rang the bells concisely.

Even Frost himself remained silent and did not dwell on the doubtful identity.

All of them present knew the entire process and results of the "Summer Mourning" incident.

The Kassel Manor was burned to the ground at the hands of the Dragon King, and all members of the secret party Lionheart were wiped out. The only survivor was Angers, who hid in the cellar and survived.

Since then, he has devoted himself fully to the cause of dragon slaying. At the age of more than 130 years old, when all the hybrids of the same age were on ventilators, he was still fighting on the front line against the dragon clan.

They elected Angers as the principal of Kassel College because of the burning fire of revenge in his heart. The other party did not care about power, status and wealth at all.

Even if they were dissatisfied with Angers' wanton behavior, they could not find anyone as "pure" as him.

Even Frost wouldn't doubt Angers working with dragons.

"Then let's return to the original issue." Frost rang the bell and said calmly, "How can we ensure that the eighteen-year-old S-class can master his own power?"

"I'm afraid even the 'commandments' of the Night Watch can't completely suppress his bloodline, right? If one day his power suddenly goes out of control, what will the young children in the academy do?"

Frost's meaning could not have been more obvious.

For these people, stability and control are the most important thing.

If a child cannot master the sword in his hand, he should give the sword or even himself to his parents. Only by being obedient can everyone feel at ease.

"Have we finally come to the point?" Ange bit his cigar and showed a smile, "I personally have only one reason to give you."

"I am an educator who has discovered countless outstanding children for the college. No mixed race has done a better job of identifying talents than me."

"And Jiang Shouyun is my proudest student. I see the old me in him. The tip of his knife will never be aimed at his friends. He will definitely be able to perfectly control his own power."

Frost frowned and was about to ring the bell, but was interrupted by Angers.

"I know these are all just words. In that case, you should meet him with your own eyes."

After saying that, Angers pressed the cigar on the table, making Frost next to him darken his face.

"You can come in, Shouyun."

Click.

The closed door of the conference room was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

He didn't say hello to anyone, his steps were firm and gentle, with a strong sense of rhythm.

Until he appeared in everyone's sight, wearing a black trench coat from Kassel College, he seemed to be bored and yawned, showing a very casual attitude, as if he had just stepped into a deserted land.

But when those pair of blue eyes swept across them, the figures in the candlelight tensed up.

The old school director stopped turning the beads, and his withered fingers were deeply embedded in a certain bead.

The school director in sportswear held down the helmet at hand, as if there was something inside that could give him a sense of security.

Frost clenched the head of the crutch in his hand, and veins gradually appeared on the backs of his hands.

It wasn't until Patsy appeared behind him like a shadow that Frost breathed a sigh of relief with a pale face, but he soon realized his gaffe and weakness.

However, the reactions of the three of them were considered calm.

The youngest female school director had already retracted into her chair, and she directly met the pair of blue eyes.

It felt like my mind was stuck in gelatin, and my body's limbs became sluggish and stiff.

The more you focus your sight on the deep blue sea, the more you will sink into it and be unable to extricate yourself. If you go further, you will be completely lost in the deep sea.

At the critical moment, her seat was moved slightly.

The housekeeper, who was also affected but could still move, gently pressed her shoulder with his white-gloved hand, saving her from the suffocation like drowning.

"Ha! Phew!"

Like a nearly drowned person surfacing, a huge amount of air was sucked into her lungs. Her throat was so cold for a moment that she wanted to cough, and her whole face became a little strangely rosy.

Only Elizabeth, who was covered in black veil, and Angers, who was sitting firmly on the fishing platform, did not react.

But looking at the three school directors who looked a little embarrassed, Lisa frowned subconsciously and looked at that figure with some surprise.

That is the repression coming from deeper within the bloodline, no less than the bloodline coercion of pure blood dragons!

The young man who had been so discreet in the car before showed his fangs the moment he stepped through the door.

She could vaguely feel the pressure of gently licking her skin in the air, and what surprised her the most was the other party's meticulous control of the pressure.

Jiang Shouyun didn't even light up his golden eyes, he just acted like an arm.

It's not like a child waving a sword randomly as Frost said, but more like a monarch who has lived for thousands of years.

Come to the meeting as promised, and then look at your subjects like an emperor.

Let the shock and fear originating from the blood fill the entire conference room like candlelight.

While Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised by Jiang Shouyun's power, Frost felt that his dignity was offended.

Although the other party didn't do anything, just glanced at them casually.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting outside for so long."

Angers broke the silence with a smile, and glanced at Frost again, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Introduction, distinguished school directors, this is our new S-class, Professor Jiang Shouyun."

Jiang Shouyun sat in the only vacant seat, and no one scolded him for such an arrogant move.

"Good afternoon fellow school directors."

Jiang Shouyun did not go to get the copper bell, but looked at Frost with his chin in his hand, and said in a casual tone: "It's our first time meeting you. It's a great honor to be invited."

Without the slightest hint of respect, the school directors came to their senses from their chaotic thoughts almost at the same time.

He put on a poker face again, but his body still did not relax, and he looked at the young man coldly.

"Jiang Shouyun, you are not qualified to sit in that position!" Frost's face was livid, and he paused heavily on his crutches.

"Huh?" Jiang Shouyun seemed a little confused, tilted his head and said, "Aren't we talking about things while eating?"

As he said that, he picked up the bell in front of him, shook it gently and said with a smile: "Ring the bell and a waiter will bring the food. I thought that the school directors are more 'people-friendly' and have specially learned the Chinese table culture. .”

"Unfortunately, I just had dinner in the restaurant with Principal Ange at noon. I'm not very hungry yet. I may have to let down your good intentions."

Although Jiang Shouyun's tone was extremely calm when he said these words, Ange and Elizabeth could hear the careless joking.

Both of them looked at Frost with some worry, as if they were worried that the school director's blood pressure had reached a new high, and blood could shoot directly through the roof if he cut his aorta.

Frost's blood pressure did rise a lot, and the other school directors also had strange expressions on their faces.

They knew that this young man would be quite a troublesome person, but they didn't expect that he would already be in such trouble.

He directly described the copper bell that symbolizes power and right of speech as the dining bell used to call the waiter in the restaurant. This way of speaking and posture are simply more irritating than the other old guy on the table!

"Everyone here is your fanatical fan. As the protagonist, you should say something, right?" Ange looked at Jiang Shouyun opposite with a smile, "Some people think that the power you have shown is too terrifying and question whether you can be perfect. Take control of your own power.”

"Oh?" Jiang Shouyun raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry for my lack of English expression skills. Can the principal help me translate the meaning of 'sitting in a well and looking at the sky'."

"It's a great honor." Angers smiled, looked at the dark-faced Frost, and explained, "'Bullshit like a frog sitting in a well looking up at the sky!' This is a Chinese idiom."

"It means that things like frogs or toads sit at the bottom of the well and look at the sky, and say, ah, the sky is only so big, why is it not as big as my well? By extension, some people's vision is too small. Conceit is uttering nonsense when you don’t understand anything.”

What a figurative way of speaking.

Elizabeth couldn't help but complained in her heart.