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【Old Cowboy Vice Principal】

"It's like this, Vice Principal. We were just rehearsing a performance together, preparing to make a small contribution to the school's upcoming end-of-semester party. You don't have to worry about the content." Finkel said in a calm and relaxed tone to the person on the other end of the phone who had been silent since the call was made.

"Vice Principal, the speakerphone is on, you can start talking!" Mo Qiuran pressed the speakerphone and a smile appeared on his face that looked like a devil to Finkel.

The room fell silent, and Finkel looked as if he was ready to sacrifice himself heroically.

"Ahem..." The vice-president's voice came from the phone, "Fingal, I'll talk about your matter later. Um, although it seems that I only listened to it halfway through, I still heard a lot of amazing things, Gungnir, Odin, Heroic Spirits, Masks... So, did your crazy action plan really succeed?"

"We also brought back Odin's horse!" said Moqiruan, "and his Gungnir and his armor!"

"Puchi..." The vice-president on the other end of the phone was about to take a sip of wine to calm himself down when he heard Mo Qiuran's words. He spat out a mouthful of wine and his voice was a little out of tune. "Odin's horse...his horse is gone? Was it taken away by you? And Gungnir and the armor? Is this consciousness real? What about Odin? Did you kill him?"

"Odin himself did not show up. I originally thought that the one who fought with me was Odin, but later I found out that it was Odin's [Heroic Spirit] to be more precise," Mo Qiuran explained. "So in addition to the above spoils, we also brought back a living person to the academy... a former student of Kassel Academy, S-level, and the ace commissioner of the Executive Bureau! Vice President, do you remember him?"

"...If I remember correctly, the last S-class master committed suicide decades ago...The body is buried in the cemetery behind the church next to me." The vice-principal was silent for a while, as if he was digesting this important news, and spoke in a low voice after a long time.

"Teacher, it's me, Chu Tianjiao! Don't you remember me?" Chu Tianjiao leaned over to the phone and said. He still didn't give up and still held on to a glimmer of hope.

"Who are you?" the vice-principal asked after a pause.

"It's me. I used to be your student, your direct disciple! At that time, you said that I was the most talented person you had seen in hundreds of years, and an important bargaining chip in the fight for the position of principal. Then you accepted me as your disciple. Unfortunately, I don't have much talent in alchemy..." Chu Tianjiao felt a little guilty when he said this.

"Well... this is indeed what I can say... Wait! Don't talk nonsense. How could I possibly covet the position of the principal, which is tiring and requires me to take the blame for so many things? I'm not that stupid!" said the vice-principal.

"Do you still remember the time when you asked me to take you to the Succubus Ballroom in Chicago to find the most beautiful girl? It was just the two of us, no one else! And the time in England, Australia..."

"Okay, stop talking." Chu Zihang finally couldn't help himself and dragged his father away. Let's not talk about what kind of weird way of recalling memories you're talking about... Are you sure the vice-principal won't kill you before you tell these things? !

So you only remember black material?The black material recorder really lives up to its name, right?Now I finally know why you owe a lot of debts to your enemies, no wonder you think it's a good thing to be stabbed!

"...Um, classmate Mo Qiuran, are you interested in taking a mission? There is only one goal, and the purpose is very simple..." The vice-principal said after a moment of silence.

"Now I believe you are my senior brother. The teacher also asked me to help him do this!" Finger exclaimed, "Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!" Chu Tianjiao's eyes were filled with tears.

"...Forget it, I'll clean up the mess myself..." The vice-principal said after a long silence.

Chapter 216: The S-Class Who Shot Himself Decades Ago ()

"It's unfortunate for our school! How could I, with my high moral character, have brought out students like you? It's such a disgrace!"

The vice-principal's tone of emotion sounded completely genuine, and one could almost imagine how heartbroken he was at that moment.

It’s a pity that, except for the cute and adorable Eiry, everyone else in the room is a smart person.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Just think about it and you will know that Chu Tianjiao Finkel's character is definitely passed down from generation to generation... As for who it was passed down from, isn't it quite obvious now?

there is only one truth!

"Teacher, you finally remembered me!" Chu Tianjiao's eyes were filled with tears.

"Who are you?" The vice-principal instantly returned to his calm tone.

"Teacher, I am a genius! Back then, you let me..."

"Stop, okay, stop talking!" The vice-president gritted his teeth, "I didn't think about it, but I have a very deep impression of you now... When I get to China, I will find you to have a good exchange!"

"Vice Principal, are you coming over?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Of course I have to come. The Nibelungen alone is worth a trip for me, not to mention Gungnir and Odin's horse!"

The vice-principal excitedly pulled his potato-shaped body out of the chair. The eight-pack abs and pectoral muscles that used to attract girls' attention and make them touch them in the bar were long gone. Time and vodka had hidden them under the thick fat.

"By the way, is Odin's horse dead?" the vice-principal asked, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"I controlled the strength a little bit when I froze it, and it is able to breathe now. As for the rest...does it need to feed it some grass or something?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"There's no need for this kind of thing!" The vice-president hurriedly stopped him. Although it was common sense for horses to eat grass, this was Odin's horse, so it could at least be considered a second-generation breed, right? !

Such a being, while eating grass, would not die from indigestion, nor would it be completely unable to digest it, but... it would most likely be angered to death.

After all, he is Odin's horse!

The vice president was so eager to grow a pair of wings and fly directly to China to study this horse. The last time he studied the second generation of the horse was last time...

It was Mo Qiuran who captured it last time, but after Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran's [Ice Flame Explosion] and [Thermal Expansion and Contraction], the frozen first-generation species was directly shattered at the cellular level.

So how can the name of this combo be so weird? It's okay to be a little bit childish, but the feeling of one before and the other is completely different!

"It costs money." Mo Qiuran's words made the vice principal's potato body, which had just soared into the air, stiffen in mid-air and then fall heavily down.

"What?" The vice principal suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Vice Principal, you know that as a student I don't have much money. Money is hard to earn these days!" Mo Qiuran looked sad.

"So before I took action this time, I risked my life and asked Principal Angers for help without using the school's resources... For this action, the only people who are directly or indirectly involved are the people in this room!"

"Can I have a share too? Oh, I'm so sorry, but since..." Chu Tianjiao's eyes lit up, and he was about to blurt out the words when he was interrupted by a glass of water handed to his mouth by Chu Zihang... Of course, what really stopped him was not the glass of water but Chu Zihang's expression that said "If you don't shut up, I'll consider stuffing you back and pretend this never happened."

"What? There is such a thing?!" The vice-president was shocked. The next moment, his tone became righteous. "If that's the case, all the ownership of the spoils of war naturally belongs to you. Even if I, as the vice-president, want to study these spoils, I should be paid. In this case, as the vice-president and the director of the Alchemy Science and Engineering Department of Kassel College, it is completely reasonable for me to ask the school directors to pay for my research funds, right?"

"So that's how it is! That's of course great!" Mo Qiuran said with an expression of "as expected" as if he was surprised that there was such an operation.

As for the vice-principal, although his tone was righteous and reasonable, he also had a satisfied smile on his face.

After confirming through eye contact, we can tell that they are all like thousand-year-old foxes.

This wave, a consensus was reached across the air to defraud the school board of directors!

……

Principal's office.

Sitting in the office chair, Ange was slightly closing his eyes, as if he was taking an afternoon nap. The cup of hot tea in front of him looked like a fluttering golden gauze under the sunlight. The surroundings were so quiet that not even the chirping of cicadas could be heard; one could even hear one's own heartbeat.

At this moment, someone suddenly pushed the door open with a slap. Strictly speaking, judging by the force used to push the door, it could even be considered as smashing it open.

Ange didn't even blink: "It's not often that you're willing to walk out of your little house."

"Huh? You discovered this? I thought my stealth skills were still good and I was ready to catch your flying knife." The old cowboy's voice was filled with regret and he strode straight to the desk.

Angers, who had no reaction at first, twitched his lips when he heard this: "If it was you many years ago, maybe I would have been more alert. But now... do you really expect to be able to do something like sneaking with your potato-shaped body? It's as absurd as an elephant trying to hide in the grass!"

"Slurp~ah!" The old cowboy ignored Ange's teasing words and went straight to the desk. He took the cup of tea without any hesitation and took a sip. The next second he said with a "tsk tsk" sound, "It's so bitter! You only drink this stuff? It's too cheap for a principal!"

"This cheap stuff you mentioned is sold by the gram..." Ange sighed, not wanting to communicate with the old cowboy who seemed to have been completely transformed by alcohol and laziness. "So, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

"I'm going to travel!" The old cowboy lifted up the huge travel bag on his back. "Isn't this obvious? I see that all the advertisements on the Internet seem to be like this!"

"It's obvious... the bag you bought seems to be a little small." Angé glanced at the travel bag that was so tight that it looked like it would die at any moment, and advised tactfully.

Gu Hao/span "Recently, the Equipment Department has developed a new suitcase with strong loading capacity and defense capabilities. They also just made a test kit. If you need it, I can have them send it to you later."

"The equipment department makes suitcases? Why does that sound so strange?" The old cowboy immediately looked alert, "I have done nothing wrong to you!"

"How could that be? The school's equipment department is quite reliable in manufacturing. For example, this special suitcase uses a very advanced detonation method. As long as the correct password is entered into the combination lock, it will explode when the lock is unlocked for the first time! The safety performance is simply maximized." Angé said with a smile.

"Is this kind of suitcase used as a disposable item? Are you sure that it is used to transport luggage and not be used as a self-destruct infantry?" The old cowboy was shocked.

"You just need to enter the wrong number once and then enter the correct number. Of course, if you make two mistakes in a row and then enter the correct number, it will explode. If you enter the wrong number three times in a row, it will also explode..." said Angé.

"Although I know that the things developed by those guys in the Equipment Department are always anti-human, I never knew that their anti-human designs have begun to extend to the detonation mechanism!" The old cowboy expressed his incomprehension.

"That's exactly why I didn't approve the mass replacement of the suitcases used by the mission specialists after I only took a look at their experimental products..." Ange said, "I really can't imagine that our specialists have to be careful not to be killed by their own suitcases when they are on a mission."

"Isn't the point that you knew the problem with this box but still planned to give it to me?!" The old cowboy slammed the table angrily.

"After all, you were short of a suitcase...Okay, let's get down to business." Angers smiled and said seriously, "What happened?"

"...Don't be surprised by what I'm about to say next." The old cowboy said in a deliberately low voice.

"You can rest assured about that. I have seen everything over the years..." said Ange.

"Odin's horse is gone!" The old cowboy's eyes flashed with excitement.

"...What?" Ange was stunned, probably suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Odin's horse is gone!" the old cowboy repeated.

"There doesn't seem to be a particularly detailed record of Odin's mother in mythology, but I think someone who can give birth to the descendants of the God King must be a very powerful being." Angé nodded thoughtfully.

"So what progress has Mo Qiuran and the others made? They didn't find Odin, but Odin's mother... and they killed her?"

"It's not Odin's mother, it's Odin's horse, the legendary eight-legged Pegasus! It's gone! Mo Qiuran and the others brought it back directly!" The old cowboy slapped his forehead because of the irrelevant conversation between the two, and then explained.

"They entered Nibelungen and met Odin, or more precisely, Odin's spirit! The spirit of Odin was wearing armor, holding Gungnir in his hand, riding on an eight-legged Pegasus, and had countless Deadpool minions, but they still defeated him. Then, the eight-legged Pegasus, Gungnir, and even the 'spirit' were all brought back!"

"...Although I had expected and expected this, I still couldn't help but sigh when I heard this news..." Angers was silent for a while, then he quickly noticed the key information in the old cowboy's words, "Then Odin's heroic spirit..."

"That's the problem. Odin's heroic spirit... is a person. To be more precise, he is a hybrid, a hybrid that you and I know... Chu Tianjiao!" the old cowboy said excitedly.

"Chu Tianjiao?" Angé frowned.

"You don't remember? That's right. Even though I used the Philosopher's Stone to purify my bloodline, I only have a superficial impression of it. A mere S-level like you naturally won't remember anything..." The old cowboy said in a light tone.

"...If possible, I wouldn't mind sparring with the alchemy master who is closest to the pure-blooded dragon race." Angé said.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? I'm a civilian! Do you understand what a civilian is? I don't fight! Fighting is something only warriors like you do!" The old cowboy quickly refused.

"So that Chu Tianjiao..." Angé said after a moment of silence.

"Do you still remember the S-level student who allegedly committed suicide decades ago?" said the old cowboy.

"...Of course I remember. In fact, he died of suicide by shooting himself three years ago." Angé frowned. It was not without reason that the old cowboy suddenly mentioned this matter, but what was the relationship between that S-level and this Chu Tianjiao?

“That S-level person, whether it’s the grade of admission, student number, position, or experience, is exactly the same as Chu Tianjiao. In other words, he is exactly the same as the Chu Tianjiao in my memory.” The old cowboy whispered.

"..."Ange was silent. His pupils dilated for a moment when he heard the old cowboy say that. One can imagine how shocked he was, but he didn't say anything like "this is impossible".

He knew the old cowboy very well. This kind of thing was definitely not a joke at this time. And if it happened in the dragon clan where bloodline and class were the most important thing... there was no doubt that the old cowboy's words would be much more credible than his.

"Chu Tianjiao, you are my student. Can you imagine how that feels? In just one night, the student you have known for more than 20 years suddenly became a stranger. His name, appearance, and even skin color have all changed.

All the things you remembered before have become what happened to him, but you can still see the shadow of a person named Chu Tianjiao. There is a voice telling you that Chu Tianjiao does not exist, but the memory in your mind tells you that he really exists. "

"If it was someone else, I would probably suggest that he go to a psychiatric hospital for a checkup, old friend." Angers came back to his senses from the scene described by the old cowboy and let out a long sigh, "But since you said this, I think maybe I should go to a psychiatric hospital for a checkup."

"It's useless to go to the psychiatric department. The memories of most people in the world were modified at that moment, and even various materials, whether electronic or paper, were modified at the same time," said the old cowboy. "It's like God swung a spear to sever that person's connection with the world, and then transferred the thread of fate to another person.

In that case, even if I were to say it, I could only convince you at best, but I don't have any evidence in my hands. After all, I can't let you see my memory, so I chose another more direct way."

"That S-class one." Angé understood.

"Yes, that S-level. Odin had his reasons for connecting Chu Tianjiao's fate to him, so I spent a little time to construct a huge alchemical formation to suppress his bloodline and spiritual power, and use the power of the formation to force him to 'remember' his original identity.

I can guarantee that if he has no problems, the formation will definitely not have any other effects... But after a few seconds, he suddenly pulled out a gun like a maniac, swallowed it and committed suicide.

Since then, I have been able to keep this matter completely secret... until now!"

Chapter 4 Those who are not cruel to themselves have already been lying in the grave! (k)

"Now I understand what you're saying," Ange suddenly realized, "So this is why you didn't show any emotion when your apprentice died? I thought you were cold-hearted..."

"Hey, don't use those negative words on me. As a cowboy, I am a man of great righteousness!" The old cowboy adjusted his cowboy hat, with the corner of his mouth slightly crooked. If he had a lit cigar hanging on his head, two revolvers on his waist, and a horse on his crotch, he would probably really be...

No, that's not the right answer. He first needs to train his body from a potato to something more like eight-pack abs.

"So, you... studied his body?"

Ange was silent for a while, and did not question the old cowboy about such a meaningless matter. Instead, he changed the subject and asked.

"What are you thinking? I'm just an alchemist. Do you know what an alchemist is? I'm not a physician!" The old cowboy laughed. "Besides, isn't that S-level body still in the cemetery?"

"...Okay, I did check it for a while, but it also satisfied my curiosity and was to prepare for any backup measures in case Odin had any..." The old cowboy's eyes were a little vague under Ange's silent gaze, but he still told the truth.

"So you found something unusual?" Angé continued to ask with an "as expected" expression.

"Nothing abnormal. He is a pure hybrid with excellent pedigree, at least physically."

The old cowboy said, "If I hadn't been confident in the alchemy formation I set up, I would have suspected that there was something wrong with my memory."

"...In my memory, I personally awarded the S-level student the graduation badge..." Angers exhaled, "And in your memory, that person must be Chu Tianjiao."

"That's right. This power should be some kind of word spirit that is activated on the rules themselves, covering the entire world, so all related things are cleared, unless the bloodline is excellent enough to block the influence of this word spirit." The old cowboy nodded.

"Odin, the legendary king of the gods, is the mortal enemy of the Black King, and is an existence that is equivalent to the End of the World. Since he is such an existence, it seems reasonable that he controls a kind of word spirit that is close to the rules and can erase certain characteristics from the spirit and matter."

"But Chu Zihang also remembered it." said Angé.

"Yes, but his mother didn't remember... and Chu Zihang's bloodline is not as good as yours," the old cowboy said, "so I also speculate that this alternative sense of [erasure] can only be effective for people who are not present and whose bloodline level is not high enough."

"As expected of a legendary god... Such a spiritual power... The effect can be described as terrifying." Angers pondered, "According to what you said, Chu Tianjiao is the executive officer of our Kassel Academy.