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"It is on par with the supercomputers of the world today, but it is nearly a generation behind EVA, and its logic program and computing model are far inferior to EVA."

"It won't be easy to find Professor Morikawa using this."

Upon hearing this, the vice principal sighed: "So now we can only sit here and stare at each other, is that it?"

Mr. Turing is known as the "father of computer science and artificial intelligence." Within the academy, he was responsible for researching supercomputers and maintaining the academy's mainframe.

He is probably the most knowledgeable person about computers in the world.

Even he said it's hard to find "Lanlong," so it's probably really impossible to find it.

“Not necessarily,” Mr. Turing shook his head.

“We received a report from the library five minutes ago.”

"Professor Morikawa left the underground passage and disappeared near the library."

"And none of the surveillance cameras around the academy showed him, which means he is still hiding inside the academy."

“We can broadcast it throughout the school, negotiate with him, and explore the possibility of reconciliation and redeeming EVA.”

"Peace talks?"

The vice principal fell into deep thought.

"Is there still a possibility that we can negotiate with Professor Morikawa?"

"Why not?" Professor Turing tapped a few times on his phone, and a pale white projection quickly appeared on the conference table.

That was a projection from the backup main unit. Although its resolution was far inferior to that of EVA, it was still usable.

"I've looked up a lot of information about Professor Morikawa, including the records of him stealing the Dragon King's Egg last night and his appearance today. I've read them all."

"To be honest, I don't think he's a dragon."

“He should be of mixed race like us, and have the same emotions as us. We can definitely communicate with him, understand his needs, and reach a peace agreement.”

Upon hearing this, Professor Schneider, who was standing not far behind Mr. Turing, was startled.

His student, Chu Zihang, said the same thing.

"Peace talks?"

Suddenly, a cold and authoritative voice rang out.

"I disagree!"

The sound came from the seats of the school board members and the secret party elders.

Unlike the tenured professors who work at the college and dedicate themselves to research, the Board of Trustees is the college's investor and the pillar that sustains the college's existence, while the elders are the core of the Secret Party.

If the college is a sacred academic hall admired by mixed-race individuals, then the Secret Party is the true face of Kassel College.

Thousands of years ago, the mixed-race families who were most hostile to dragons and resolutely opposed them eventually signed an alliance, formed it, and fought against dragons.

Even now, the Secret Party is still fighting against the dragons and still maintains a considerable family structure, which has formed a school board.

Among these families, some are the emperors of the night in Italy, some are one of the largest syndicates in Europe, and some are even more mysterious, with their names never being revealed.

Some of the elders were purely violent, personally dealing with numerous resurrected ancient dragons.

Last night, the Dragon King's egg was stolen. The principal only had time to hold a meeting with the tenured professors, regular professors, and student representatives. He did not have time to communicate with the board of directors and the secret party elders.

Now that "Lanlong" has reappeared, time is still short, so the board members and elders participated in the meeting as holographic projections.

The one who spoke just now was one of the elders.

He glared at Mr. Turing, who had proposed "peace talks," as if he had seen a shameful traitor.

Mr. Turing was not angry. He looked at him with neither servility nor arrogance: "Of course you can express your dissatisfaction, but could you please state your opinion, Mr. Beowulf, the esteemed 'Dragonblooder'?"

Upon hearing this name, some people who hadn't recognized the elder were startled.

The name "Dragonblood Eater" is no longer widely known among the younger generation, but it commands respect among the Secret Party elders of Angers and the vice-principal's generation.

Before the Industrial Revolution, slaying dragons was an extremely dangerous undertaking. The Secret Society could only rely on its own bloodline, alchemy, and the dragon-slaying swords passed down from its ancestors.

It was a tragic yet glorious era. Members of the Secret Society, dressed in floor-length black robes and carrying candlesticks, would meet in heavily fortified bunkers, the depths of which lay the bloodstained remains of dragons.

Beowulf was one of the most illustrious surnames of that era.

The epic poem "Beowulf" in Norse mythology is based on the history of this family.

In that long poem of 3000 lines, the hero Beowulf, with astonishing strength, broke off the arm of the man-eating monster Corondo and then beheaded Corondo's mother with a mysterious giant sword.

His last achievement was slaying a dragon.

Beowulf and the ancient dragon fought fiercely, each striking the other with a fatal blow. The ancient dragon was beheaded, but Beowulf was also bitten by the dragon, and the deadly venom flowed into his body, killing him on the battlefield.

However, according to the "true history" recorded by the Secret Society, Beowulf was not a single person, but an ancient dragon-slaying family.

The three great feats were accomplished not by one Beowulf, but by three Beowulfs, from grandfather to grandson, whose opponents were dragons and the inhuman Deadpool.

And the dragons that died by Beowulf's swords were not just one.

"My opinion?"

"My opinion is to unite the academy's forces and eliminate this dragon that dared to infiltrate the academy and steal the Dragon King's egg!"

Beowulf stared at Mr. Turing.

Mr. Turing frowned: "I respect your opinion, but your opinion is not realistic."

"Without EVA, finding Professor Morikawa is extremely difficult, let alone capturing him."

"Only through negotiations can this matter be resolved."

"I disagree!"

Beowulf raised his voice.

"Peace talks are appeasement! They are surrender! They are a betrayal of the Secret Society's millennia-long history of fighting against dragons!"

"I absolutely will not allow such a shameful act to happen before my eyes."

"Moreover, I'd like to know what your mindset was when you called it a professor? And who recruited it into the academy, making a dragon a professor?!"

Mr. Turing remained silent for a while.

He shook his head: "I still maintain that I don't think Professor Morikawa is a dragon."

"He should be a hybrid like us, only he can transform into that non-human appearance."

"This is why I suggested that the vice president invite all the tenured professors. I hope that the heads of the various departments can analyze Professor Morikawa's true identity."

"Do we even need to analyze it?" Beowulf looked at Mr. Turing with a mocking expression.

"Its true identity is an ancient dragon! It infiltrated the academy only to one day severely damage it."

"Just like how it stole EVA today!"

"And yet you are still trying to defend it, even though it looks exactly like a humanoid dragon monarch."

Mr. Turing squinted his eyes.

"Is that so? If appearances can prove everything, then how do you intend to defend yourself, Mr. Beowulf?"

He looked at Beowulf.

This "Dragon Blood Eater," who bears the legendary title of dragon-slaying hero, is not as burly and robust as described in mythology, with blood-red skin. Instead, he is surprisingly pale and sits there like a thick limestone tombstone.

On his hands, the skin was covered with fine white scales!

“I don’t need to defend myself. My family’s history is enough to prove my stance and identity. Beowulf will never betray humanity!”

Beowulf stared at Mr. Turing.

For thousands of years, the Beowulf family has been the most steadfast, courageous, and ruthless dragon slayers.

Although the dragon blood of Beowulf's descendants is so pure that they have developed a dragon-like appearance, there are very few out-of-control Deadpools, and even the few cases that have occurred have been eliminated by the family itself.

The Beowulf family has produced generations of heroes; they would never betray humanity!

"enough."

The vice principal finally spoke.

He had had enough of Beowulf's deliberately raised volume for the sake of creating a stir.

"Since Mr. Beowulf has proven himself with his family history, then please let all the tenured professors analyze 'Lanlong'. Professors who think he is a dragon rather than a hybrid, please raise your hands."

The vice-principal looked to the other side, at the seats reserved for tenured professors.

They are both department heads at the College of Kassel.

For the vast majority of students, they only know that they belong to a certain department and have no idea that there is a "director".

Time passed slowly, and only a few tenured professors raised their hands.

Many people were still looking at the documents in their hands and the projection from the backup host.

“Interesting.” Suddenly, Director Doug Jones raised the report in his hand.

He is the head of the physics department at the college and also holds a tenured professorship.

"You all question whether Professor Morikawa is a dragon, but aren't you curious about how Professor Morikawa took EVA away?"

"The EVA mainframe is over 20,000 cubic meters in size! And according to reports from students who arrived at the hub area, Professor Morikawa has emptied the hub area, including all the cables and cabinets!"

"Does he possess spatial-based incantations? And to what extent can he influence physical space?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but this question is more important than whether he is a dragon!"

"The Words of Power related to space have always been blank on the Words of Power chart! And the only connection to space is the 'Sanctuary' of the dragons, the Nibelungen that only a dragon lord can open!"

After Director Doug Jones finished speaking, he looked at the vice principal.

"Professor Flamel, what's your opinion?"

The vice principal paused for a moment.

Nibelungen, the legendary "Land of the Dead," the "Temple" of dragons, is said to be full of treasures and rich in the "Fifth Element," from which the "Philosopher's Stone" can be forged.

For every alchemist, it was more desirable than the World Bank's vault.

Because an equal weight of the Philosopher's Stone could be exchanged for an unknown amount of gold, and they were not short of money, yet they could not obtain this element.

Even he, the chief alchemist of the Secret Society, mentor Flamel, was not immune to this.

"Judging from your gaze, I think I may have chosen the wrong ally."

Director Doug Jones sighed.

"I want to explore the significance of spatial incantations for spatial physics, while you are probably thinking about the treasures in the Nibelungen."

The vice principal raised an eyebrow: "So you know about this too."

"I'm an alchemist, and I've never really had much in common with you scientists."

He said this, then shook his head.

"Never mind, these things aren't important."

"The important thing is that we can't find Professor Morikawa."

"After he defeated Angers, he stole EVA, knocked out a group of students, and then disappeared."

"It's really a pity about that old man Angers."

"Although he has always disagreed with my proposal to organize the Kassel College Women's Nude Swimming Championships, I have always considered him my best friend."

The vice principal looked at Beowulf.

"Do you have any ideas on how to capture 'Storm Dragon'?"

Beowulf: "Of course there is a way, but you have to give me command of the Executive Department first, and then let me reform these weak-willed guys."

"Don't be ridiculous."

The vice principal frowned.

Beowulf was vehemently opposed to the academy's founding.

At the time, he was the head of the Secret Society's "Action Team," responsible for hunting dragons and Deadpools all over the world.

Ultimately, however, most of the elders agreed to establish an academy to cultivate new dragon-slaying forces, transforming the action team into the academy's executive department, and hoping that Beowulf would serve as the head of the executive department.

Beowulf was very unhappy about this.