Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Flamel spoke in a low and slow voice, as if testing and expecting something.

Ye Fan raised his head, a glimmer of order in his eyes like an alchemical matrix flashed, "Teacher, this is just the beginning. If the Heavenly Court is to be established, it needs a strong foundation, and alchemical weapons are the foundation."

He tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and the metal vibrated in response:

"The Mirror Pupil allows me to integrate the strengths of all the Word Spirits. This is my unique shortcut to alchemy. When the time is right, the 'Alchemy Kingdom'..."

He looked out the window at the deep night, as if piercing through illusion:

"I can also walk alone."

Flamel was silent, then nodded slowly.

Under the bronze dome of Kassel Academy, the walnut table in Conference Room 001 glows with a cold light.

Ange sat in the main seat, twirling a cigar between his fingers, the sparks flickering in the shadows.

The relief sculpture of the zodiac constellations on the wall cast eerie light and shadows, and the holographic projections of the four principals were crossing the ocean and condensing into clear outlines in the air.

The first person to speak was Gattuso's agent, Caesar's uncle.

He was dressed in a black morning suit with the family crest pinned to his collar, and his tone carried the arrogance typical of an old-line aristocrat:

"Anger, Kassel Academy has a new S-class student. How could you not inform us of such a big thing in advance? What's even more outrageous is that you didn't even let him take the 3E exam."

He drummed his fingers on the table.

"Shouldn't everyone be required to abide by the academy's rules?"

Ange exhaled a puff of smoke, which turned into a blurry gray mist on the holographic projection:

"Frost, when a person has awakened their Word Spirit, does bloodline purity still need to be verified through examinations? Isn't my guarantee more convincing than any data?"

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Besides, Ye Fan is a genuine S-level. I believe you are aware of this."

"After all, he knocked out the most outstanding young man of your Gattuso family's generation with just two punches. This is much more convincing than any exam report."

Frost's face darkened. He didn't expect Ange to use this as an example.

"I acknowledge his lineage, that's undeniable. But his actions are truly outrageous. He established a 'Heavenly Court' and launched missions on the Hunter website without a care for the major clans. He's just a freshman, not even in the Executive Division. Aside from that mission in Japan, he has no combat experience at all—"

"Then why not let him join the executive department and receive mission training?"

Ange interrupted him, speaking casually, as if he were talking about the weather today:

"S-rank, even if you're a freshman, after two months of training, it's time for you to see the world."

Frost was stunned.

He didn't expect Ange to continue with what he said.

As the head of the Gattuso family, he needs to know Ye Fan's full strength, but for some reason, he always has an uneasy premonition in his heart.

"However, this is against the school's regulations after all."

Ange looked around:

"So, let's take a vote. Four principals, plus me, five votes. Those who agree that Ye Fan will join the Executive Department and accept A-level missions, please raise your hands."

Frost gritted his teeth and raised his hand first.

In any case, if Ye Fan accepts the task, the other party will have to demonstrate his strength, which will help the Gattuso family assess the threat posed by the other party.

As expected, the current head of the Elizabeth family, the beautiful silver-haired lady wearing a pearl necklace, also slowly raised her hand.

Her voice was like ice colliding:

"I agree. Young people need to be tempered. Besides, his 'Heavenly Palace' has been making a lot of noise lately."

Although she is only 19 years old, her calm appearance is like the white bone china placed in the center of a museum.

Restrained and elegant.

The Beowulf family's representative, the tall old man with Viking ancestry, had a blood-red glint in his golden eyes:

"I agree. It takes a warrior to slay a dragon, and a warrior shouldn't be trapped in an ivory tower."

The corners of his mouth curled up into an approving smile, "My granddaughter told me that he is very strong."

Only the middle-aged director sitting in the corner shook his head grimly.

"I object. S-class shouldn't be so rashly sent into missions. This undermines the academy's system!"

"Four votes in favor, one vote against."

Angers flicked the ash:

"Then it's decided. The Executive Department will arrange an A-level mission for Ye Fan within three days."

He looked at Frost. "As for the mission content, let the Executive Department formulate it. I trust they will choose a suitable target."

After the meeting, the holographic projections dissipated one by one.

Ange sat alone in the conference room, gazing out the window at the night. In the distance, the bell tower of Kassel College struck midnight.

He whispered softly:

"Although it's only an A-level mission, I'd better choose a simple one..."

At the same time, in the equipment department laboratory on the third underground floor of the college, Finkel was scratching his head at the combination lock.

"Damn, why is this password so complicated..."

He muttered, finally entering the correct combination and the metal door swung open.

The sight before him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The laboratory was in a mess, with all kinds of alchemical equipment scattered all over the floor. On the central operating table, hundreds of clumps of liquid metal were suspended, tumbling and twisting in the purple arcs.

Ye Fan, wearing a white lab coat, stood in the center, with a complex alchemical matrix flowing in his golden eyes, like the movement of stars.

"Oh my God..." Finger exclaimed, "Junior, are you playing Transformers?"

Ye Fan raised his head, a faint smile on his face: "They are just some ordinary alchemical tools."

He flicked his fingertips lightly, and a ball of liquid metal suddenly condensed into the shape of a long sword:

"It's enough to deal with Deadpool. If we encounter a third-generation species..." He paused, "We'll have to use better materials."

Finkel swallowed and glanced at the glass jar in the corner. Inside the jar was a cyborg, its artificial heart beating rhythmically in its chest. "What is this?"

"Experimental subject." Ye Fan said casually, "A human body transformed with dragon blood, combined with alchemical prosthetic limbs, can theoretically withstand the pressure of a king."

"More importantly, if this experiment succeeds, even if your body is destroyed and only your head remains, I can use alchemical tools to help you rebuild a new body."

He spoke casually, as if he was talking about tomorrow's breakfast.

"You guy... I don't want my body to turn into real bronze."

Finkel shook his head and sighed.

"He's just a mad scientist."

He remembered his mission and quickly took out his phone:

"By the way, the Executive Department has assigned you an A-level mission." He projected the mission brief onto the wall. "It's a case of missing people from an African tribe. The disappearances are large-scale, and it's suspected that ancient cannibals are responsible."

"When you mention ancient times with this kind of African tribe, you're probably talking about dragon blood. It could even be the remains of an ancient African tribe that transformed themselves into Deadpool after a long ritual."

Ye Fan stared at the projection, his eyes gleaming: "Cannibals? Maybe we can find some interesting experimental subjects."

He turned and walked towards the operating table, grabbing a ball of liquid metal:

"When to set off?"

"The helicopter tomorrow morning." Finkel said, "Do you need me to prepare anything for you?"

"Need not."

Ye Fan said calmly, "I will handle it myself."

His fingers quickly traced alchemical inscriptions on the metal ball. "By the way, please contact Su Enxi for me. These knives..." He pointed to the hundred longswords on the stage. "It's time to ship them out."

Finger raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to make a lot of money again?"

"We have to get some sponsorship for 'Heaven'."

Ye Fan smiled, "After all, our goal is to carve out a niche for ourselves in the world of mixed-bloods."

Chapter 130 Socotra Island

Socotra Island floats at the end of the Indian Ocean, like a piece of bone forgotten by the gods.

The Arabian Sea and the Gulf of Aden meet here. The salty sea breeze, carrying ancient sighs, washes over this isolated land that has been isolated from the world for 1800 million years day and night.

Geologists call it "an alien world on Earth," biologists call it "the Galapagos of the Indian Ocean," and the local Bedouins whisper an even older name: "Where the Dragon Rests."

During the 1800 million years of loneliness, this land has nurtured an ecological environment that is completely different from the outside world.

Ye Fan sat elegantly on the executive department's private plane, sipping coffee. He had already put on the executive department's windbreaker with a gold lining on the collar.

This will make the windbreaker more three-dimensional and make the person's temperament more resolute from a visual perspective.

Through the window, Ye Fan looked at the land below. Countless dragon blood trees grew there. They looked like giant broccoli.

They grow densely on the land. If I had to describe it, Ye Fan felt that this place looked like a broccoli garden magnified 100 times.

In the cabin broadcast, the flight attendant mechanically repeated the landing instructions in English with an Arabic accent, while Ye Fan's fingertips were unconsciously stroking the mission briefing given to him by the executive department - the gold-embossed "Grade A" on the parchment shone slightly in the sun.

"It really deserves to be called a military school, Brother Fan. You've only been enrolled for two months, and you're already being sent on a mission."

Lu Mingfei squatted on a chair, slurping instant noodles and laughing incoherently.

Ye Fan didn't respond.

He was just thinking, if this island really contained something that could make an entire tribe disappear, as the information said, then the research value of this thing would be enormous...

"It's just an A-level mission, and it happens to be a good opportunity to collect some experimental materials. Honestly, my alchemy has reached a bottleneck, and it would be best to perform some human dissections to achieve new breakthroughs. For humanitarian reasons, Deadpool is a good choice."

Ye Fan sighed, feeling a little distressed.

His alchemy had indeed reached a bottleneck. He had already mastered all the alchemy matrices, and what he needed to do next to unleash his alchemy skills was to rely on hard work.

Once his mental power has transformed into something strong enough and reached the first generation level, he will naturally be able to use the alchemy field.

Just like Lu Mingze in the original work.