Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Guderian spoke passionately and even waved his hand in a classic pose.

Ye Fan suspected that his next sentence was: Do you know how much a loaf of bread costs now?

Ye Fan was too lazy to ask any more questions.

He picked up the snakeskin bag and threw it over his shoulder. The weight of more than 700 dragon blood crystals made the bag groan under the weight.

"Hey, what are these?"

Guderian looked at the snakeskin bag curiously and even wanted to poke it with his hand.

Ye Fan acted as if nothing was wrong. He couldn't just tell the professor in front of him that the bag behind him contained things worth more than 7 billion yuan.

"These are some alchemical instruments I dug out from the ancestral graves of the people of Kowloon Walled City. I should have the right to keep them, right?"

Ye Fan asked.

"Of course not under normal circumstances!"

Guderian showed a confident look:

"But I'm here to make the routine unconventional. I'll personally intercept everything in Kowloon Walled City and give it to you!"

Although it was a privilege specifically granted by Angers, it did not prevent Guderian from using it to gain favor with his future outstanding students.

He could almost imagine the scene of Manstein roaring at him in the office after learning that he had given all the alchemical equipment that might be worth hundreds of millions to Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan could promote him to a tenured professor, while Manstein would only deduct his already meager salary.

Guderian will certainly make his own decision on which option is better.

It's just a few years of abuse, and Guderian... has to shoulder it all!

"Thank you very much, Professor."

Ye Fan walked towards the direction Guderian came from. "I guess your plane is over there?"

"As your future mentor, I must seek benefits for my students. These are just some small privileges. As long as you choose me as your mentor in the future, there will be many more preferential treatments!"

Guderian said confidently.

Ye Fan thanked him on the surface, but rolled his eyes in his heart. If he had not read the original work, he would have really been fooled by this old guy.

However, choosing Guderian as a teacher is not bad. It is still necessary to train Finger. That guy can also grow into a good fighting force. It will also make it easier for him to train Lu Mingfei in the future.

The two men walked towards the waiting fighter planes, one in front and one behind. Guderian suddenly remembered something and pulled out a pair of spare glasses from the inside pocket of his windbreaker and put them on.

"That's right."

He pushed up his glasses and tried to act with the dignity of a professor.

"As the person most likely to become your future mentor, I must remind you that Article 37 of the Kassel Academy regulations stipulates that students may not damage historical sites without cause..."

Ye Fan stopped and slowly turned his head. His golden eyes flashed dangerously in the sunlight:

"Professor Guderian, I suddenly want to know more about the other instructors in the school."

Upon hearing this, Guderian's face changed drastically, and he immediately changed his words:

"Of course! An illegal mixed-race gathering place like Kowloon Walled City doesn't count as a historical site! Well done! Brilliant bombing! The principal will definitely give you a medal!"

Ye Fan nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk forward. Guderian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and trotted to catch up.

In the distance, the black fighter plane with the emblem of the Half-Decadent World Tree was quietly waiting for them.

In the cockpit, Schneider's students looked at the two approaching people, especially the shirtless black-haired young man carrying a suspicious snakeskin bag, and silently lit a candle for Professor Guderian in their hearts.

"Welcome to Kassel Academy," he murmured to himself. "I hope your outstanding S-class students don't blow up the school too."

The driver seemed to have seen the glorious scene of the new king of Kassel Academy ascending the throne.

I think the scene would be more spectacular than blowing up the entire mountain.

Chapter 65 Dinner at Meters

The lights in the fighter cabin were a soft amber. Ye Fan wiped his wet hair with a towel and walked out of the shower.

The hot water washed away the corpse wax and dust on his body, but it could not dispel the dancing flames in his golden eyes.

He reached out and took the executive uniform handed to him by Guderian - black windbreaker, white lining, black trousers and leather shoes. Every stitch exuded the exquisiteness and luxury unique to Kassel Academy.

Looking at Ye Fan who was dressed and walked out of the bathroom, Guderian clapped his hands.

"It looks like a perfect match. You really are a good match for the Executive Division."

Guderian praised, his eyes shining like a navigator who discovered a new world:

"This suit is also great. Although it's not custom-made to your body, the fabric is a special bulletproof fiber that can withstand direct fire from a .50 caliber bullet!"

Ye Fan fastened the last button, and the fabric fit him like a second skin.

He moved his shoulders and felt that the light clothes had some toughness. Even if he wore a windbreaker with a shirt tucked in, it would not affect his movements.

"It's very good."

He commented briefly, but his eyes were drawn to the dining table in the center of the cabin.

There was a silver dinner cover, and the tempting aroma of black pepper and rosemary wafted from the cracks.

"After dealing with so many hybrids who became dead, I imagine our S-rank students must be very hungry. These are the supplies that are always kept on board the special mission plane. Although they are not high-end goods, they are enough to replenish their energy."

Guderian lifted the lid of the dinner like magic:

"Kobe steak, medium rare, paired with a 1990 Petrus red wine."

A proud smile graced his slightly overweight face. "This is the ratio specially arranged by our Headmaster Ange. He said this kind of food is perfect for replenishing the energy of the Executive Department specialists after a busy day."

"When a man of great courage has finished his slaughter, he always eats some meat and drinks some wine."

Smelling the aroma of meat in the air, Ye Fan's stomach protested like thunder.

The energy consumed by the dragon state is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He can now eat a cow alive.

"Then I won't be polite."

Ye Fan sat down directly in his seat, and the knife and fork in his hands turned into silver lightning, breaking the steak into pieces of meat.

The inside of the medium-rare steak is pink, and you can see the obvious juices overflowing when you poke a fork into it.

Ye Fan doesn't like eating raw meat, but the conditions are like this now, so he can only make do with it.

Putting the pink piece of meat into his mouth, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. The taste was unexpectedly good, and the rich gravy spread in his mouth.

It has a slightly salty and fishy taste, but it is a unique seasoning.

After tasting the food, Ye Fan began his journey of eating a lot.

Savoring the food is a sign of respect for the food and your taste buds, but eating with big mouthfuls is a sign of respect for yourself and your stomach.

The tornado chopsticks shoveled the mouth and stuffed it in big mouthfuls. Chewing slowly is good for your health, and eating big mouthfuls will make you full!

"Hahaha, it seems you really like this combination? Don't worry, we have 20 of them in stock...!"

Guderian's old English gentleman's chatty smile turned into an O-shape of shock.

Ye Fan's eating speed was comparable to that of time zero, and the steak disappeared from the plate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the seventh plate was empty, the old professor hurried into the storage room where the steaks were stored and took out all the steaks.

The scene that followed was enough to go down in the history of aviation at Kassel Academy. Ye Fan's chewing muscles operated like a precision hydraulic press, emptying the silver plates at a rate of two per minute.

Originally, the old student was quite impressed by Ye Fan's eating manners. He elegantly cut the steak into square pieces and put the pink pieces of meat of the right size into his mouth to chew.

This cutting skill is enough to make any old British gentleman feel pleased. This student must have had excellent family education and his parents must have been very elegant people.

But now it seems that this student of his is indeed a qualified dragon slayer.

The scene of him eating with big mouthfuls, even using knife and fork to pick up the steak and stuff it into his mouth, is really... brutal!

In the world of mixed-bloods, the word "brutal" is definitely a high compliment to an individual.

Guderian initially tried to count, but when Ye Fan began to stuff meat into his mouth with both hands at the same time, the professor gave up recording and instead used a satellite phone to call the ground supply station, telling them to replenish the plane with special supplies in a timely manner.

"The beef tastes really good, rich in fat and very firm."

Ye Fan put down his knife and fork, and licked his lips with satisfaction.

The cabin cold storage was now cleaner than the tomb in Kowloon Walled City that he had looted.

He ate all 20 steaks and 5 bottles of red wine.

Guderian slumped in the leather chair, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He wasn't distressed about the cost, but rather astounded by this digestive capacity that surpassed human limits.

"It's perfect!"

The professor suddenly slammed the table and stood up, frightening the pilot so much that he almost turned the fighter plane into a roller coaster:

"Digestion rate is a direct reflection of bloodline purity! As expected of an S-rank hybrid. Eating quickly without even a bloating of the abdomen proves your powerful lineage has endowed you with formidable digestive abilities."

"And a strong digestive ability means faster nutrient replenishment, faster recovery, and better repair of injuries! It can even improve combat capabilities in various terrains!"

Guderian excitedly took out his handkerchief and wiped the non-existent sauce from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth:

"You are the perfect creature for slaying dragons!"

Ye Fan picked up the last glass of red wine and drank it all.

The 1990 Petrus turned into a warm current in his throat, and the alcohol was metabolized by the hot dragon blood as soon as it entered his blood.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor. In China, there's an old saying: 'Those who practice what they do... Pah, 'It's a blessing to be able to eat.'"

"Especially for us Chinese, the older generation likes to see their children eat more because it means they can have a stronger body."

"I'm glad that you, a British person, share the same views as us on this matter. After all, your British food culture..."

Ye Fan stopped here, thinking it would be impolite to continue.

If Germany has the best kitchen and the second-worst cooking skills in the world, then Britain has a kitchen that is not up to par and the worst cooking skills.

Some even say that British paper recipes are easier to eat than the dishes carefully prepared by their chefs.

"Ah, you mean our British cuisine? Hahaha, we really do pursue simplicity when it comes to food. As long as we can replenish energy in time, that's fine, so we don't put too much effort into the taste of the ingredients."

Guderian smiled with a carefree and plump figure. It was hard to imagine how those British dishes could nourish such a plump body.

“So I usually eat American fast food.”