Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He made an exaggerated explosion gesture. "The whole mountain has collapsed. There's absolutely no one left alive."

The old principal's pupils shrank slightly, but his signature, unpredictable smile remained on his lips. "Interesting."

He put down his glass and rested his fingers against his chin. "Where are the alchemical instruments?"

"According to your special authorization, all of them will be personally owned by Ye Fan." Guderian added hastily, "After all, they are his spoils of war, in accordance with Article 17 of the Half-Blood War Convention—"

"Of course I remember the documents I signed."

Ange chuckled, his voice as low and elegant as a cello:

"But Guderian, are you sure those things are safe in the hands of a student who can blow up a mountain?"

Chapter 68: A mission specially prepared for Ye Fan, the disappearing dragon body

"Relax, dear professor." Ange suddenly laughed, with fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm just curious, what kind of alchemical item would be worth such a fuss?"

Guderian opened his mouth and suddenly realized that he had never seen the contents of the snakeskin bag. This discovery made a cold sweat break out on his forehead - Ye Fan didn't even let him help carry the suspicious bag!

Ange took in his reaction and gracefully changed the subject: "So, when can our precious S-class be enrolled at the academy?"

"He said he'd wait until the summer vacation was over..."

"No, that won't do. Two months is too long. I can't wait to meet our new ace."

Ange interrupted him, tapping his fingers on the table.

"However, student Ye Fan doesn't seem very enthusiastic about coming to school, and he doesn't want to participate in the tasks assigned to him by the school."

Guderian said awkwardly that Ye Fan's attitude was very clear. He just wanted to take a break this summer vacation.

"Don't want to participate in the mission?" Ange smiled. "I don't think so. If he really doesn't want to participate in the mission, there is no need for you to help him collect all those alchemical items."

"Every S-rank craves battle. The filthy dragon blood within us imbues us with this instinct. Only by constantly fighting can we become stronger. The reason he doesn't want to participate in the mission is simply because he despises these preliminary missions. Or perhaps the rewards aren't enough."

Guderian was a little surprised. S-level hybrids were indeed rare, but not rare enough to attract so much attention from Ange, the uncrowned king of the hybrid world.

Whether it was Chu Tianjiao or Lu Lincheng, they were both extremely outstanding S-level hybrids more than a decade ago, but Angé had never been so concerned.

"What a proud child! He doesn't even care about ordinary tasks."

Ange suddenly showed a mischievous smile like a young man:

"Then let's assign him some interesting tasks. During this time, I'll have EVA look for any difficult and high-paying ones. I hope our S-rank students will be interested."

"I'll have to trouble you, my dear professor, to notify and negotiate when the time comes."

"This is also the purpose and reason why I came here. I will try my best to negotiate."

Guderian said seriously, but with an awkward expression: "But this... this does not comply with safety regulations..."

This is his future student. He is only 18 years old and has just dealt with a large group of vicious half-bloods. Now this old man is going to assign him an even more dangerous task!

What if his lovely students get hurt?

"Safety?"

Ange chuckled and pulled a Cuban cigar from his inside suit pocket. "That's what the school board said when I set off fireworks in Tokyo."

"If he has to worry about his safety for such a small matter, then he wouldn't be S-rank."

He cut the cigar with such fluidity that it seemed as if he were demonstrating the assembly of some deadly weapon.

"By the way, tell him that I've already prepared an alchemy warehouse for him at school. It's in the underground castle of the Equipment Department."

"You mean... the kind with independent authority?" Guderian's eyes widened. "But that requires the approval of the State Council Office."

"Currently, only Vice President Flamel and the Minister of Equipment have this kind of specialized alchemy warehouse."

"It's already been approved." Angtor smiled and blew out a puff of smoke. "After all..."

Although he said so, in fact, Ange once again showed his old rogue nature and directly snatched it from the school board through "coercion and inducement".

The most powerful mixed-blood in the world today is so willful.

His blue eyes flickered through the smoke. "Who wouldn't want to see what miracles an S-rank capable of flattening a mountain range can create in an alchemy lab?"

"And I've already asked Flamel to serve as an alchemy mentor for our outstanding students. After all, Flamel's title as Master Alchemist must be passed down, and Manstein isn't exactly gifted in alchemy."

"The higher the bloodline, the higher the talent in alchemy. Back then, Chu Tianjiao and Lu Lincheng had no interest in alchemy. Since Ye Fan has, I believe Flamel will be happy to accept him as his disciple."

Ange really didn't want his son to have any contact with that old man Flamel.

That old bastard would only lead his children astray, but since his child was interested in alchemy, he could only find the best teacher in the world for him.

Even though that bastard is a bit old-fashioned, his alchemy skills are indeed the best among all the half-bloods.

Before the call ended, Ange suddenly asked casually, "By the way, when that child smiles...does his left eyebrow rise a little?"

Guderian nodded blankly, and the holographic image immediately dissipated into the luxurious air of the hotel, leaving only the aftertaste of cigar and brandy.

The professor sat there for a long time.

He needed to sort out his thoughts.

It seems that my future students are highly valued by the principal.

Hiss... This old bastard wouldn't want to steal my students, right? Is it so difficult to get a tenured professor position?

Guderian was in tears. He was really worried that the students he had recruited with great effort would end up being accepted as disciples by some old bastard.

What about worshipping Flamel as an alchemy teacher? Where does this put him as a mentor?

"Oh, my tenured professorship."

……

Cigar smoke swirled in the office. Angé put his feet on the walnut desk, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim room.

The projection screen in front of him continuously scrolled through mission reports submitted by executive departments around the world, most of which stayed on for less than three seconds before being swiped away.

"Brazil's C-rank missions...Norway's B-rank...all just minor stunts."

He whispered to himself, tapping out the rhythm of "Don Giovanni" on the table with his fingertips.

Heavy rain was pouring outside the window, and raindrops hit the century-old stained glass of Kassel Academy, blurring the outline of the Gothic building outside.

When the document marked "Japanese Branch Top Secret" popped up, Ange's finger suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Under the blue light of the screen, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed, as if a hunter had finally found prey worthy of drawing his gun.

"interesting."

He clicked on the document, and a holographic projection immediately unfolded a three-dimensional map above the desk, with a miniature image of Tokyo Bay rotating before his eyes.

Several red lines extend from the port warehouse to the underwater tunnel and eventually disappear at the location of the Genji Heavy Industries Building.

The content of the file is almost eerily concise:

[No.: Dragon-1945

Event: Theft of the remains of the next generation

Details: The second-generation specimen (entered into the customs in 7) stored in Yokohama Port's Bonded Warehouse No. 1942 disappeared in the early morning of July 7. Investigation confirmed that this was an inside job.

Note: If the specimen is successfully recovered, it will be donated to Kassel College free of charge.

Ange picked up the crystal glass and took a sip of the thirty-year-old Macallan, the amber wine swaying in the glass.

Chapter 69 A sudden mission!

The Japanese branch has always kept local affairs secret, but this time they took the initiative to expose their dirty laundry and were even willing to hand over the dragon remains that they cherished.

This is even more unbelievable than the Sheqi Eight Clans' announcement of their conversion to Christianity.

He pulled up the database, and the yellowed scan showed that this second-generation corpse was a trophy shipped out of Northeast China in 1942.

The archival photo shows a huge skeleton covered with blue-gray scales soaked in formalin, with a fatal wound on the sternum caused by a sharp weapon.

Even in death, the dragon still spreads its wings and stands majestically, like a cross lying flat.

The most eye-catching thing is the densely packed dark red lines on the surface of the bones, as if someone had written some ancient Chinese characters on the dragon skeleton with blood.

"The corpse of a second-generation species? And it was completely killed, leaving no cocoon behind."

Ange's fingers ran across the lines to enlarge the picture. He also had some knowledge of Chinese culture.

Japan did not have any outstanding achievements in alchemy. The only thing worth mentioning was the Japanese swords that imitated the Tang Dynasty's horizontal swords.

Ancient Chinese alchemy technology was at its peak, whether it was the mysterious and unpredictable way of making elixirs or the smelting methods of various alchemical instruments.

Unfortunately, the rulers of the Qing Dynasty were really incompetent. So much alchemical knowledge was destroyed in the war, and countless precious items were looted by people overseas.

As a veteran of World War II, Ange knew better than anyone how much wealth the eight powers had gained from the dead dragon of the Qing Dynasty.

It is also thanks to the fact that Japan is not good at alchemy technology, otherwise the corpse of this first generation species would not have been preserved until now.

Ange raised his lips. He felt that his child lacked a second-generation corpse to use as experimental equipment for alchemy.

He believed in his son's talent in alchemy. After all, he was an SS-level royal hybrid. Such an existence was more terrifying than most second-generation species.

He recalled the scene described in Chu Tianjiao's report: Ye Fan roaring and stabbing the Dragon King. The boy's bloodstained white shirt rustled in the hot wind, his golden eyes blazing brighter than the midday sun.

That was the Dragon King. To stab the Dragon King's eyes with a knife, that must be a terrifying strength.

Even Ange himself did not dare to try it without activating the third level of blood burst.

"SS-class..."

Ange whispered the rating of this taboo, and the ash from his cigar fell on the Persian carpet.

A hybrid cannot reach SS rank, at least not the direct descendants of the Black King. Once the dragon blood exceeds 50%, the person will degenerate into a Deadpool.

But nothing is absolute. Hybrids who bathe in the blood of the Dragon King and inherit the pure bloodline of the White King can exceed this limit.

But his son Ange was certain it was neither of those things.

Then there is only one possibility.

His son is the only one in millions of years who has defeated the dragon blood with the strong will of human beings!

"It's been a long time since I've seen an imperial hybrid."