Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Snap, snap, snap! The sound of palms clapping spread throughout the conference room. Angers placed the folding knife in front of him, and the antique silver ring on his right index finger seemed particularly dazzling.

"Gentlemen and ladies, please look at me," he said, lowering his hands and tapping the table with his right index finger.

The participants stopped looking at the powerful people who were naturally hostile but had to join forces, and stopped expressing their thoughts. Everyone looked at the old man in the first place. Although he was already 130 years old, he looked like a real young man, full of vitality, with a yearning for new things in his eyes, and also full of hatred for certain things.

"According to the description of the students who participated in the battle, the one who attacked Lu Mingfei should be Odin, a suspected Dragon King-level target that appeared in the Kuimen Plan. He showed incredible..." Angers hesitated and paused tapping the table with his index finger. "Time zero."

No one spoke, because everyone present had read the mission report of the Kuimen Project in detail and conducted a professional analysis of Odin's abilities. The powerful Time Zero should be the king's forte.

"But this is not unexpected to us. On the contrary, we have anticipated it and even made countermeasures." Ange frowned. "What really exceeded our imagination was that a second Odin appeared in that battle. He had almost the same power as the first Odin, far surpassing the second generation, but far inferior to Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire. In the end, there was even a third person who looked like a Dragon King. The students said that he was an ancient general with a Chinese face. The horse he rode was black with white hooves and he used a huge halberd as a weapon. The Dragon King fought with Odin as soon as he appeared, giving Lu Mingfei a chance to escape. But even so, the child almost died in the aftermath of the battle if it weren't for the fact that his words could regenerate the body at high speed."

The bigwigs who controlled the entire mixed-blood society began to whisper.

"The Dragon King's resurrection events, which are rare in hundreds of years, are happening frequently. I think the horn of the end has been sounded. It's time for the Camarilla to change its style. We need more iron-blooded warriors." Beowulf said.

"The dragon race is not united, and we have an opportunity to take advantage of it." Lady Laurent said softly, and she looked at Ange, "The history of dragons is a history of fighting each other. No king has ever fought side by side with other kings, except for the war to hunt down the emperor."

"We are not taken seriously by the monarchs. We are not strong enough to pose a threat to the things on the throne. Only truly powerful dragon slayers will be seen as threats by them, such as you, Hilbert, and the child who has created an epic miracle." The one who spoke was the wise Saint Cadmus. In fact, his dragonization phenomenon far exceeded that of other elders. Dense iron-blue scales extended from the corners of his eyes to the center of his hair, but his eyes were calm, and he didn't look eroded by dragon blood.

"If it is really as you and Teacher Flamel expected, then Odin should have started monitoring Lu Mingfei very early. The god is looking for an opportunity to get rid of the child. They are afraid of him." Cadmus said.

"I beg to differ. In our perception, dragons are not fearful creatures," said Frost.

"In fact, Frost, dragons are afraid. I think they are also afraid of Lu Mingfei. He is the first human in history to actually kill a king." Ange's eyes were burning. Even he would admit that the credit for killing the Bronze and Fire Kings almost entirely belonged to Lu Mingfei when there were people around. The S-level in the fourth blood burst state was really a monster at the level of the Dragon King.

"What is the reason why you called us together this time?" When St. George opened his mouth, it was as if a biting cold wind was howling in the conference hall. The school directors frowned, everyone was in doubt, and everyone felt the bone-chilling majesty emanating from the gray-haired old man.

Saint George is the most mysterious of the elders. Some say he is more powerful than anyone else, not even Angers.

"We must immediately put the Nibelungen Project on the agenda, and it would be best if we could create a super hybrid in the near future." Ange said, "There are still too few heroes on the battlefield against the Dragon King."

"Caesar won't be the first one." Frost suddenly said. If the Nibelungen Plan could only support one person, he would definitely fight for it, but Norton's Dragon Cross contained infinite power, and the number of places was plural. Caesar would definitely get the chance, so why bother about the gains and losses of the moment and become the first person to take the risk?

"Our dragon-slaying hero Lu Mingfei gave me a very good suggestion. Apart from the S-level students in the academy, the child with the purest bloodline is the student named Chu Zihang." Angé smiled.

Everyone was silent.

Chu Zihang is certainly very strong and suitable, but in fact many people present have their own agents in the academy. They hope that the first implementer of the Nibelungen Plan who serves as a test subject will be their spokesperson, rather than a marginal person like Chu Zihang.

It’s not that there were no school directors trying to win him over, but that madman was a complete loner. He didn’t need any support and seemed like he could kill his way through the world with just a steel knife.

At this moment, someone suddenly barged in. The strong smell of inferior wine immediately spread over the entire conference table, as well as a mixture of German sauerkraut stewed with pork elbows and fragrant kelp soup. The school directors were all pampered bigwigs, and this pig-like smell made them nauseous. On the contrary, the elders who had fought on the battlefield for many years remained calm. They were all warriors who had experienced blood and fire and had run through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This smell was really nothing to them.

On the contrary, when the old people saw who was coming, they stood up and took off their hats.

"Teacher Flamel, it's been a long time." The elders nodded in greeting.

The night watchman was holding the free wine provided by the cafeteria in his right hand. He was wearing a deformed denim jacket and jeans with holes all over them. He looked like a big shot, and there was no telling how much wine was in his stomach. He somehow reminded people of a certain Leo.

"Mr. Vice-Principal, your eyes..." Baroness Elizabeth Laurent was horrified.

"It's just a minor injury, a minor injury. I fell when going to the toilet." The vice-principal's eyes were bruised, as if he had been punched twice.

He did not sit down next to the school directors. Instead, he came to the side of the elders and stood shoulder to shoulder with the well-dressed old men. He felt like a fat bald dog standing with a group of North American gray wolves, but the gray wolves' eyes were full of respect.

The vice-president patted St. George's shoulders, and then patted Beowulf's shoulders, "Thank you all for coming to Cassel to help! Why don't you order a few bottles of 1982 Lafite and grill steaks so we can talk while we eat?"

St. George smiled, "We old guys' livers are failing, and we haven't drunk in a long time. But if Master Flamel is interested, I can have a few drinks."

"Forget it, brother, you'd better be careful. You don't look like you'll be alive for many years." The vice-president waved his hand in disdain, sat down in his seat, and put his feet on the chair of the last mysterious director who was not present.

Flamel is the most noble surname in the mixed-race society. The first generation of Flamel was a copyist in Paris. He recreated ancient alchemy from lost materials and suddenly became the master of alchemy. He joined the Secret Party in the early 15th century, and his successors were also members of the Secret Party. Each generation of Flamel would pass this name to his most respected students. Because they were worried that their power would be abused, the Flamels did not share all the secrets of alchemy with the Secret Party, but they kept their promise and always served the Secret Party.

"As a remnant of the old times, I am indeed going to die. I just hope that the young people will not forget our original intentions." St. George laughed heartily. These elders all had prominent names and respected honors, but they seemed to be much easier to get along with than the school directors.

"Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point." The vice-principal waved his hand and looked at the principal. Angé nodded at the eccentric old man.

But suddenly, Angers' expression changed. The old man pressed his right ear, which was plugged with a communication tool that could communicate with Norma. He listened to Norma's report with a serious expression, then put on a smile and looked at the many elders, "The meeting has to be temporarily suspended. I have more important things to deal with."

"What could be more important than for us old guys to squeeze out so much time from our precious lives to sit here and have a meeting with you?" Siegfried's face did not change expression.

"Lu Mingfei is awake, and he wants to see me." Ange said, "Norma said he's in a hurry."

Chapter 122: The King of Sky and Wind——Hilbert Jean Angers

Lu Mingfei found his suit and windbreaker on the hanger next to the bed. The college had already paid for a new set of suits to be customized according to the original size and fabric.

He was wearing a suit and tie, but when he ran he looked like a pitiful and weak child.

Lu Mingfei held Xia Mi's wrist tightly, and walked all the way from the school clinic across half of the mountaintop academy to a small building.

This small building is located in the woods and is the principal's office. The morning star has appeared in the east and there is a slight white tint in the sky.

To Lu Mingfei's surprise, it was not late at night but dawn.

Lu Mingfei stumbled into the building, and every door made a clicking sound. Norma had opened all the paths for him in advance.

Xia Mi said nothing, just followed silently.

In fact, it is not quite accurate to say that Lu Mingfei was holding her wrist. It was she who was supporting Lu Mingfei. It was just that the boy's desire to reach a certain destination was too strong. Even though he was weak and tired, with childlike fear in his eyes, he always walked in front.

Lu Mingfei's face was frighteningly pale. After so many years, the evil spirit of weakness was still lurking in his soul and body. This made him feel fear and anger for no reason.

The door of the principal's office was open for them. The books on the shelves were spotless. The squirrels, who had gotten up early, ran in boldly, jumping up and down the stairs and bookshelves. They did not line up until Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and came in, then they hurriedly ran away through the open skylight.

The furnishings here clearly reveal a British style of laziness and warmth.

This was the atmosphere that the old man Hilbert Jean Angers loved. Only here did he feel truly alive. Angers spent what he considered to be his best years in Cambridge.

But there was a smell of wine, a strong smell of wine in the air.

Lu Mingfei collapsed on the bench. He turned around and looked at the silent corridor. His eyes were filled with fear and cowardice, as if he was being chased by an evil spirit.

He gripped Xia Mi's wrist even tighter, and the girl suddenly hugged him. She was originally standing, while Lu Mingfei had sat down due to exhaustion, so their posture was like a mother hugging her child.

"Brother, I'm here, brother, I'm here." Xia Mi's voice was panicked. She thought Lu Mingfei might have had a terrible nightmare.

Lu Mingfei buried his head in Xia Mi's arms, his body trembling slightly and his head aching. The horrible fact suggested by a little devil violently washed away his will after the danger was temporarily gone.

The Black King's cocoon is in the Arctic!

"They are looking for him, they are looking for him." Lu Mingfei said softly, he raised his head and his eyes twitched.

When he was attacked by Odin, he had no time to care about anything except himself, but when everything was settled, the information provided by the little devil was too shocking.

The reason why Odin ambushed Lu Mingfei was that he was investigating the Far North, and the Hyperborean he was pursuing in the Far North might be the burial place of Nidhogg!

That is the ultimate darkness, the beginning and end of all history, and the great fear that is prophesied to kill all dragons and humans.

This matter must be made known to the secret party!

Lu Mingfei was groping for something under the principal's desk. It was a small box containing Partagas commemorative edition cigars produced in 2000, top-quality products that could not be bought in Cuba.

He lit a cigarette for himself with a slight tremor, not knowing whether it was due to the pain in his body or the trembling of his soul, and then he exhaled wisps of green smoke toward the roof.

"Who is looking for whom? Senior Brother?" Xia Mi's face showed a trace of confusion.

"Nidhoggr." Lu Mingfei's voice was as cold as a knife.

The expression on the girl's face froze, as if some emotion called fear was flowing in her eyes.

"Please wait, Lu Mingfei, the principal is on his way back to the office. It is estimated that you will need to wait for ten minutes." Norma's voice came through something under the table.

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The child's request temporarily terminated the meeting jointly convened by the Senate and the Board of Directors, the two most powerful institutions in the mixed-blood society.

After the Kuimen Project, the Six Flags Chicago incident, and the CC100 train attack at Kassel College, although there were still no explicit regulations, Lu Mingfei's importance and priority were undoubtedly the highest in the secret party. All his requests would be met, all his rights would be released, and he would undoubtedly become the uncrowned king of the mixed-blood society in the next years after Ange's death.

In this case, the hero who fell into a coma due to severe injuries and blood loss shock after fighting with dragons, the first thing to do after waking up is to meet the contemporary dragon-slaying leader. Who can ask for such a trivial request? Will you refuse?

When Principal Ange said this, all the four members of the Council of Elders and Baroness Elizabeth Laurent and Miss Charlotte Gottingen on the Board of Directors almost simultaneously expressed their concern for Lu Mingfei and expressed their willingness to temporarily suspend the meeting.

Make some time for Ange to meet alone with the hero whose name will shine throughout the history of dragon slaying.

True dragons would carve their history into a pillar of bronze that towers into the sky amidst a sea of ​​ice.

Every dragon character on those bronze pillars was soaked in blood, every word was filled with blood and brutality, and every record was filled with respect and fear for the powerful.

In the world of dragons, those who can gain power are always those individuals who possess strength, because only by possessing strength can they possess power.

Power and authority have always been symbiotic and inseparable.

The hybrids inherited the blood of dragons, their powers, and brought the hearts of dragons into human bodies.

Although the powerful and iron-blooded secret party has formulated laws to restrict the behavior of half-bloods since ancient times, in essence they still fear and respect the strong like real dragons.

Lu Mingfei has the ability to fight against Dragon King-level targets. He is the ruler on the battlefield and will leave an indelible chapter in a certain period of history. For him, the Elders are willing to sacrifice their precious time on meaningless waiting. Frost even generously stated that the Gattuso family is willing to provide Lu Mingfei with the world's most advanced medical equipment and the best medical team.

However, Angers declined the proposal and said that the Kassel school medical department is the best team in the world. They even used targeted therapy to save Mr. and Madame Curie who had been exposed to radioactive substances for a long time.

Frost felt deeply sorry for this, and at the same time hinted that Lu Mingfei's genetic sample was a very important research object for the secret party.

Ange pretended not to hear.

——The morning star was still twinkling, but the sun had already risen, casting golden light on Angers' feet. The principal had a serious look on his face, and each of his steps was big and fast, as if he couldn't wait to see Lu Mingfei.

But he was stroking the ancient silver ring on the index finger of his right hand, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed in the depths of his iron-gray pupils.

Is the time...right?

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The realm of time zero unfolded silently like rippling water, as if the high-pitched chanting from ancient times was echoing on the quiet River Cam. The thick fog was rolling, shrouded in the invisible realm, and the border seemed to be boiling.

This spiritual world is built based on Menech's memories. It is stable and follows fixed rules, so the Word Spirit can actually be used.

Ange suddenly stood up straight, and the world fell into absolute silence. The 20-centimeter-long folding knife slowly hung down beside him, just like the folding knives used by the Japanese that were over 100 centimeters long. He stopped breathing, his pounding heart slowed down rapidly, and he lowered his head to look at the shadows on the ground, his eyes emitting dazzling light.

The dragon-slaying folding knife, which was forged with the red philosopher's stone and made of the broken fragments of the alchemical Atkan sword originally owned by Menek Cassel, fluttered like a butterfly in Ange's hand.

Ange can use the mythical word spirit Time Zero to slow down the flow of time for him and the space he is in by two hundred times, and as an S-class old guy, his body reaction speed is at least four times that of an ordinary hybrid.

That is to say, when he releases Time Zero, under the most extreme state, Angers' speed can even surpass that of ordinary people by two hundred times.

Throughout history, people who possessed this word spirit were born assassins. They could cut the target's throat with a dagger in a very short time and then get away without anyone even noticing. Angers was definitely the best among them.

The time zero released by him could even affect Norton, the nearly supreme King of Bronze and Fire.

Everything around seemed to be still. The thick and humid white mist condensed into tiny crystals and floated in front of Angers, supporting the white-sailed boats floating on the River Cam. The gurgling water became as sticky as asphalt.

Angé looked up at the sky, and it seemed that something crystal clear slipped from the corner of his eyes and was immediately evaporated by the rapidly rising body temperature.

"Time has changed many of us, Menek. I have personally witnessed a young man who slayed a dragon turn into an evil dragon. Today, you have also become an evil dragon." The old man's voice seemed to have gone through many vicissitudes of life. It was hoarse and low, as if there was steel in his throat. He slowly lowered his head, which had been raised high.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."