Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan returned to the dormitory and as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Finkel lying on the bed with his legs spread out, a lollipop in his mouth and a magazine in his hand.

Seeing Ye Fan coming back, Finger sat up with a sudden movement and asked curiously, "Hey, junior, what does Principal Ange want to see you about?"

Ye Fan took off his coat and replied casually: "Nothing, just chatting."

Finkel scratched his messy hair with a puzzled look on his face. He always felt as if he had missed something wonderful and felt itchy inside.

Suddenly, Finger twitched his nose like a hound with a keen sense of smell. Then, he looked at Ye Fan with surprise on his face, and screamed excitedly like a monkey jumping up and down:

"Oh my god, what kind of wine does this smell like?! So pure and sweet."

"This is definitely Principal Ange's treasured possession. My goodness, that antique of his must be at least half a century old. This old miser is actually willing to take it out and drink it with you today!"

As Finkel spoke, he gestured exaggeratedly, as if the aroma of the wine could make him directly imagine the preciousness of the wine.

Ye Fan reluctantly pushed the muscular German man away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch:

"That wine tastes really good. If I have the chance next time, I'll try to bring you some."

Upon hearing this, Finger's eyes lit up like a light bulb. Without saying a word, he immediately knelt on his bed, his perky muscular butt raised high:

"My junior fellow! From today on, you are my godfather. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to climb a tree, I will never steal peaches!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but twitch his lips again. He really didn't know where this German teacher learned so many Chinese words.

There are a lot of small words.

However, after hearing the other party's funny behavior, his depressed mood due to meeting Ange was much better.

At this moment, Ye Fan's thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Ange.

Everything made sense now, his superior bloodline and those unique blue eyes.

It turns out that all this is because his biological father is Ange, the most ancient mixed-race person in the past hundred years.

"You were too gentle just now."

Ye Fan smacked his lips twice, feeling a little regretful.

Chapter 120 Studying Alchemy

The early morning sunlight poured into the dormitory through the gaps in the curtains. Ye Fan opened his eyes and found that Finkel was curled up at the end of the bed in a strange posture, still holding the magazine in his hand, with a suspicious crystal liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"This guy..."

Ye Fan shook his head and got up to wash.

As the cold water washed over my face, the conversation with Ange last night came to my mind again.

Although the old guy deserves a beating, he is at least right about one thing - he will continue on the path of slaying the dragon, not for others, but for himself.

In order to make his future journey of slaying dragons smoother, he should deal with some other things.

"Junior! Wait for me!"

When Ye Fan was about to go out, Finger suddenly jumped up from the bed, putting on a wrinkled T-shirt and shouting:

"Don't be late for Professor Guderian's class. That old man always likes to take attendance lately!"

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I thought you never worried about failing the course."

"Hey!" Finkel covered his chest exaggeratedly, "Even a seasoned veteran like me has to give Professor Guderian some face. After all..."

Finkel's expression became a little lonely.

"He's my advisor."

Inside the teaching building, Professor Guderian's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Ye Fan walk into the classroom.

"Mr. Ye!"

He pushed his glasses up excitedly. "I'm so glad you're here! Today we're going to talk about the stability of dragon gene sequences..."

Halfway through the class, Ye Fan noticed that Finkel was lying on the table and snoring softly.

He himself was concentrating on recording every detail of Guderian's story - this knowledge might be helpful to his experiments in the afternoon.

The midday sun was scorching the campus, and Ye Fan walked alone to his private alchemy laboratory on the third underground floor of the clock tower.

After arriving at the equipment department, Ye Fan saw the dirtiest and most messy environment he had ever seen in his life.

A large group of people wearing full-body leather protective suits were running around in the crowded space, and all kinds of destructive weapons were placed randomly on the platform.

"I really am a genius, hahaha! If I stuff 1000 C4 bombs into an action box, even the next generation species can be killed instantly!"

"Oh my god, you're a genius! You even installed alchemical blades inside the box. With the explosion, these blades will directly damage the human body! But I suggest adding some incendiary bomb materials to it, so it will be more destructive!"

"Enough! You two lunatics will kill the commissioner who used the bomb. That would be such a waste! I suggest putting a bomb inside the commissioner's execution suit as well!"

Ye Fan couldn't believe what he heard, thinking about how he had worn the duty department's windbreakers several times and had ridden on the plane they made.

Ye Fan suddenly felt that he seemed to be very lucky.

These executive department commissioners were very noisy, but when they saw the arrival of the school's S-level people, out of respect for their bloodline, they still made way for Ye Fan.

They watched with envy and jealousy as the other entered their own exclusive warehouse, while they could only stay in this crowded laboratory.

It is called a warehouse, but in fact it is a small personal alchemy laboratory.

This is the space that Anget approved for Ye Fan, equipped with the most advanced alchemy equipment at Kassel Academy.

The heavy metal door slid open silently after biometric recognition, and cold white lights came on one after another.

In the center of the laboratory, a huge cylindrical culture chamber emitted a faint blue light, and a mutilated human body floated inside - Yamada Shujin, a genius physicist of the Ghost Clan, who has now become Ye Fan's experimental subject.

Scattered around him were a large number of alchemical instruments confiscated from Kowloon Walled City, representing the accumulation of a first-rate mixed-blood family over thousands of years.

Alchemical instruments worth millions outside could be piled up into a small mountain here.

"I wish I could wake you up."

Ye Fan muttered to himself and walked towards the workbench in the corner.

Various ancient alchemical instruments were neatly arranged on the table - spoils brought back from the Chen family.

These things have been modified by him, with some alchemical inscriptions added to them in his mind.

These were alchemical inscriptions that accelerated flesh recovery or enhanced cutting effects, transforming these items from destructible items into surgical instruments.

He picked up a bronze carving knife engraved with dragon characters and began to carve complex patterns on a piece of silvery-white metal.

Three hours later, a beating alchemical heart was born in Ye Fan's hands.

The metal surface has a strange luster, and micro channels similar to blood vessels can be vaguely seen inside.

"Neural connection test, begin."

Ye Fan placed the alchemical heart into the connecting device, and Yamada Shujin in the incubator suddenly twitched violently, and his broken chest muscles contracted unnaturally.

Ye Fan frowned and observed the data: "It can barely be sustained, but it needs to increase more."

He had to wake up Yamada Shujin and help him regain basic mobility.

Science and technology are primary productive forces.

In Ye Fan's plan, many things must be accomplished with technology, such as a mixed-blood army that belongs only to him. There are also other more stable ways to improve bloodline...

In short, there are too many things that need to be done by him, but he can't do everything by himself. He has other important things to do.

So he had to have an assistant, someone with a decent IQ. Yamada Shujin was the chosen worker he chose.

Once he revives the other person, he will let the other person conduct experiments according to his ideas 24 hours a day or help him mass-produce some alchemical creations that have completed experiments.

But the other party's current condition is really terrible.

All internal organs had to be replaced, and the spine, pelvis, thighs, calves and left hand below the upper body all had varying degrees of damage.

According to Ye Fan's idea, all of them have to be replaced. This is a huge project, but Ye Fan feels that he can complete it.

……

Ye Fan forcibly held down Yamada Shuto, whose body, even unconscious, was convulsing violently due to the severe pain, and placed the last alchemical tail vertebra on the other person.

The unconscious vegetative patient actually let out a heart-wrenching wail, the wail was so penetrating that even the members of the equipment department on the second underground floor felt a chill run down their spines when they heard it.

Ye Fan quickly cut off the connection, and Yamada Shujin's body gradually calmed down, but several new lacerations appeared.

Chapter 121 Visiting Flamel

The experimental record book is already full of failed data.

Ye Fan rubbed his temples and glanced at the discarded alchemical organs - bones, kidneys, livers... Each one was a masterpiece of alchemy, but could not be perfectly integrated into the human body.

In other words, you can take them out individually or put several of them into the human body.

But if you want to replace them all, it seems that the experimental subjects are not very willing to accept it.

"It seems that professional advice is needed."

Ye Fan sighed lightly and began to pack up the experimental equipment.

He carefully packed several of the most exquisite alchemical organs into a black suitcase, then took out a bottle of 1982 Lafite from the temperature-controlled cabinet - this was the best "apprenticeship gift" he could find.

In the evening, Ye Fan stood in front of the attic door on the top floor of the clock tower.

This place was known as the "Alchemist's Holy Land," the residence of Vice-Principal Flamel. He took a deep breath and knocked on the mottled wooden door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

A lazy voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, the strong smell of alcohol and burning metal hit me. The attic was filled with strange devices and scattered books.

Flamel was lying on his back in a worn leather chair, his cowboy hat covering his face and an empty bottle in his hand.

"Vice Principal." Ye Fan nodded slightly, "I brought some gifts."

Flamel lifted a corner of his hat, his cloudy eyes swept over the bottle of wine in Ye Fan's hand, and suddenly he became excited: "Oh? 1982 Lafite? You are quite knowledgeable, kid."

He grabbed the bottle, expertly bit off the cork, and took a swig. "Go ahead, what's your question? Just to be clear, I only answer questions, I don't accept apprentices."

Ye Fan wasn't surprised. He calmly placed the suitcase on the cluttered table and said, "Some alchemical confusion."

When the box opened, revealing those sophisticated alchemical organs, Flamel's movements suddenly froze.