Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"What could be wrong?" the old cowboy said subconsciously, and then realized, "You are worried..."

"No, that thing is completely dead. You will understand when you see it. I am talking about the other things." The principal shook his head. "Let's go. The things have been transported to the 'Ice Cellar'. I will talk to you after we have seen it."

Ice House, Shikoti District.

The history of dragons is inextricably linked to Norse mythology, so many places in Kassel College are named after Norse mythology. Skorti is one of the three Norn goddesses who control destiny in Norse mythology. Her name means "necessity", and among the three Norn goddesses, she controls the "future".

So basically all important research is carried out here. If you are not a researcher, you need extremely high authority to enter and exit here. However, it is obvious that authority is not a problem at all for the principal and the old cowboy. The problem is that they are being stared at by a group of researchers wearing white chemical protective suits and sealed reflective helmets.

"Why are you looking at us like that?" the principal couldn't help but say, "Given your attire, it makes me feel like we're being treated like guinea pigs."

"Because you're not wearing protective clothing, Principal." The researcher, who was wrapped up tightly, spoke in a muffled voice. "If the bacteria and viruses you carry spread, they may threaten us."

"Thank you for your description. It makes me feel a little guilty. Let's ignore that for now," the principal waved his hand and said to the old cowboy who was eager to jump in, "How is it?"

"It's actually a cocooning process!" The old cowboy was drooling as he leaned against the ten-centimeter-thick glass curtain wall.

On the other side of the glass curtain wall is the ice crystal that is more than two meters high and wide. The ice crystal is placed in a dust-free laboratory with white lights on, reflecting bright light on the ice crystal. The giant white cocoon wrapped in the ice crystal and the scaly arm that stretched out from the cocoon look particularly hideous, like a sealed demon, but to the old cowboy they look like delicious food.

"Thank you for your useless nonsense..." said the principal.

"There's no cryogenic treatment inside?" The old cowboy ignored the principal's words and said seriously, "What if it melts? Who made the decision?!"

"I decided that this thing doesn't need to be cryogenically treated." The principal whispered, "It hardly exchanges heat with the outside world!"

"How is that possible!" The old cowboy's eyes widened. The absurdity of this sentence was as high as "the sky is round and the earth is square" or "gravity does not exist at all."

"Show him." The principal waved his hand.

So a researcher quickly manipulated a robotic arm to pick up a thermometer and aimed it at the ice crystal. A value was displayed on it. The old cowboy was stunned because the temperature displayed on it was the same as the room temperature!

"After being sent to the ice cellar, the researchers conducted some routine inspections and found that the ice crystal showed no signs of melting and was incredibly hard. If it weren't for the battle scene videos shot by multiple executive department specialists, one would even doubt whether it was an ice crystal but a diamond," said the principal. "Old man, have you ever seen something like this, ice in this state?"

"When elements are in an extreme state, they sometimes show characteristics that are completely inconsistent with the normal state. This is the definition of 'extreme' in the field of alchemy. I know, but I have never seen it. With the current technology of mankind, it is impossible to create such a thing. There is only one possibility to do it, and that is the power of the legendary 'god' - the dragon. This means that the one who can do all this must be a hybrid with an extremely high word spirit sequence and a bloodline class that is definitely not low... or a pure-blooded dragon," the old cowboy murmured, "Is this extreme ice?"

Chapter 82: The Old Cowboy is going to hold a swimsuit competition

"Extremely cold..." the principal pondered.

"I want to see the video of the live battle. Also, reinforce this place immediately and make it heat-insulated!" The old cowboy said with a serious face, "It's not that it doesn't have heat interaction with the outside world, but because of this 'extreme' state, like the 'surface tension' of water, it blocks the release of the coldness inside. However, the extremely tiny heat interaction still exists. As time goes by, this 'surface tension' will gradually weaken until it completely breaks and explodes! Such a large piece of extreme ice...it can instantly turn this place into an ice age!"

The researchers sprang into action, and the principal and the old cowboy came to an empty cubicle.

"Is it that exaggerated?" The principal was a little skeptical.

"Oh, to be precise, I don't know. After all, I haven't seen it, but if I tell you more seriously, it can better reflect my professionalism." The old cowboy replied.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you seriously now!" The principal was completely speechless.

"Okay, so what was that weird thing you mentioned before? This huge piece of ice?" The old cowboy shrugged, causing his huge beer belly to bounce. "Although it is an extremely rare thing, if the bloodline is high, even a Sea and Water King Word Spirit with a relatively low serial number can create it. At most, it will take some effort."

"To what extent do you mean by higher bloodline and more effort?" asked the principal.

"Of course it's an S-class who's exhausted himself to the point of passing out. If it's an A-class, even if he died of exhaustion, he wouldn't be able to make such a big piece, even if he was an exceptionally good A-class," the old cowboy replied. "Judging from your reaction, this freshman shouldn't have died of exhaustion, so I guess he must be an S-class. After all these years, it seems normal for a wild S-class to pop up, right?"

"What if the freshman not only did not faint from exhaustion but also went to the steak buffet and ate steak for three hours in high spirits?" asked the principal.

"Oh, that's normal. That means his Word Spirit Sequence is very high. The highest known one seems to be the Ice Emperor, right? Maybe that's it? Logically, you can infer this information, right?" said the old cowboy.

"That's a high-risk word spirit!" said the principal.

"Come on, why are you pretending in front of me? Judging from this thing, he controls it quite well. It is true that releasing the Word Spirit consumes physical strength, but if releasing such a powerful Word Spirit only consumes physical strength, then he is a rare genius. This is an excellent seed for slaying dragons!" The old cowboy lowered his voice, "If you don't win him over, I will immediately change my surname to Ange!"

"I'm not interested in suddenly having an extra relative," Principal Angers said with a straight face.

"Relatives? According to age, I should be your elder!" The old cowboy raised his eyebrows in a mean manner.

The principal had nothing to refute, this guy was indeed right.

"So what exactly is wrong you're talking about? Are you worried about his unknown origins? Or something else?" asked the old cowboy.

"No, his origins are quite clear. What's wrong is this action... This pure-blooded dragon... is not the same as a normal dragon," the principal frowned, "It seems like there's something wrong with his brain."

"With so many dragons, it's normal that occasionally one of them has a brain problem, isn't it?" said the old cowboy.

"But what if they knew of my pure-blooded dragon identity but didn't start a large-scale killing revival directly, but instead organized an association and a parade shouting 'perfect evolution'?" Angé handed him the information about this mission.

"…What kind of amazing train of thought is this? Knowing that he is a pure-blooded dragon, why does he want a perfect evolution? Evolving into a Dragon King? Does the dragon race have such a path to advancement?" The old cowboy frowned after flipping through the information.

"It feels more like someone is behind this, maybe trying to use this action to achieve some purpose. Currently, all the evidence should be on the pure-blooded dragon wrapped in the ice," Ange said, "Perhaps you can help me find something."

"Is this your attitude when asking others for favors?" The old cowboy put his hands on his hips and grinned, as if to say, "I finally caught you and you need my help."

"What do you want to do?" asked the principal.

"I'm going to hold a swimsuit competition at school!" The old cowboy's eyes sparkled.

"Is this all your ambition?" The principal found it unbelievable.

"What's wrong with wanting to see beautiful young girls in swimsuits?" the old cowboy said confidently, "By the way, I have to be the referee of the swimsuit competition! The reward will be credits!"

"Participation is voluntary. The reward cannot be credits or any items from the school. It can be a bonus, but you have to pay for it yourself," said the principal.

"Why are you so stingy!" The old cowboy looked at him with disdain.

"I'm doing this for the students." The principal said expressionlessly.

"Okay, okay, then it's settled. I'll try my best, but there's still one problem. If this problem isn't solved, I won't be able to carry out my research." said the old cowboy.

"Don't be too greedy," said the principal.

"This time I'm talking serious stuff!"

So you also know how inappropriate the request you just made is! The principal thought.

"I need that freshman to help me thaw out," the old cowboy said.

"Huh?" The principal was stunned.

"You don't think it's easy to melt the ice, do you? I wasn't kidding before. If we don't arrange the appropriate measures, the cold inside might burst out and turn the whole ice cellar into a real 'ice cellar'!" said the old cowboy. "Unless I spend a lot of money to set up an alchemical matrix, but it would be faster to let the freshmen help. Isn't there a saying in China that the person who tied the bell can only untie it?"

"If I remember correctly, this sentence doesn't seem to be used in this way."

"It's really too much of a torture for an old man to learn Chinese. Besides, Chinese culture is broad and profound, so we can't know the meaning of every word. So we just need to use the meaning that the other party can understand." The old cowboy waved his hand. "By the way, have you seen the news on the Night Watch forum?"

"What news? I've been busy since this afternoon and haven't had time to go and check it out." The principal was puzzled.

"Then you have to take a good look... [Freshman Rescue Execution Mission], [S-level unprecedented in forty years], these two freshmen have already overshadowed the young master of the Gattuso family before they even officially enrolled." The old cowboy took out his cell phone and logged into the Night Watcher forum. "Eh? Why is there another one? The S-level freshman is going to challenge that Caesar Gattuso? Tonight is really lively! Who do you think will win between the two of them? Young people are really full of energy, which is really enviable!"

"...To be honest, I'm not surprised at all..." The principal paused and said, "That new student gave me an unexpected feeling."

"I am getting more and more curious to hear your comments," the old cowboy said with an interested look. "If we go there with our identities, we might disturb them. Why don't we just watch Finkel's live text broadcast... Damn, this guy actually charges money! Is he crazy because he is broke?"

Chapter 83 Temporary Projection: Anime version of the River God?

"Speaking of Finkel," the principal also took out his cell phone, "he used to be your student, right?"

"Yes, he was my most proud student, very talented, but unfortunately after that incident..." The old cowboy paused, "Why are you asking this?"

"If he hadn't been involved in this incident, I might not have discovered him. How could he get an evaluation of talent from you, and he had to repeat a grade for two years, almost three?" asked the principal.

"Ah? He actually failed a grade for two years? I thought he had graduated a long time ago!" The old cowboy was shocked.

The principal looked at him calmly.

"Well, I know he's still holding back, but God knows what he wants to do. Smart people always have their own ideas." The old cowboy shrugged. "What are you going to do?"

"I plan to invite him to have afternoon tea and ask him to help me with something," the principal said, "if you don't have any plans."

"Whatever you want, as long as he is willing." The old cowboy groaned for a moment. "He has changed a lot after what happened. I can't see through him anymore, but I can understand him. Whatever you want him to do, just watch him."

"Don't worry, it's just a simple thing." said the principal.

"You old bitch always have some hidden plans, right?" The old cowboy chuckled and shook his head, "Never mind, I'd better see how lively this evening can be."

……

At the same time, at the place where the student union held a dance party, the boys and girls were generally stunned after hearing Caesar's words, but finally did as he said. They took out their mobile phones from various places on their bodies, and after logging into the Night Watchman Forum, what caught their eyes were the three red-marked posts that were pinned to the top. After reading the content, they began to discuss it. Although Finkel had a bad reputation in the school, his news was at least accurate, although most of the time he liked to exaggerate.

So there really is an S-class that hasn't appeared in forty years, who has solved the executive department's action goals and eliminated a crisis before even entering school, and is ready to challenge the newly crowned "Caesar" as soon as he arrives at the school?

This news was quite explosive, especially for the members of the Student Union. Some of them joined the Student Union after failing in their challenge to Caesar and then being impressed by his charisma. Others were simply impressed by Caesar's powerful strength and the pride that was engraved in his bones. In a word, to them, Caesar was like an emperor. However, now suddenly an extraordinary figure appeared, and he came like a meteor with colorful light. No matter the actions of the executive department or the S-level, they were difficult to access and even unimaginable for these students who had not yet graduated!

In comparison, the halo around Caesar seemed a little dim. No matter how many people Caesar had defeated in swordsmanship, chess, musical instruments, and fighting, no matter how easily Caesar led the Student Union to defeat the Lionheart Society... these things were just some training and entertainment for this dragon-slaying academy.

What can truly demonstrate strength is actual combat!

And if what was said in that post is true, this specially recruited freshman who has not yet enrolled already has these!

Moreover, it is an S-level that hasn’t been seen in forty years?

Caesar is only A-level!

As a result, it was inevitable that some members of the student union were not all in favor of Caesar. Some firmly believed that Caesar would continue to win, while others were worried about whether Caesar would fail. Some said that the freshmen were too arrogant and that even if they were really strong before they even entered school, their quality was not good enough.

"Stop," Caesar said.

Then the buzzing discussions gradually stopped, and everyone's attention was focused on Caesar again. His long golden hair was still dazzling, and there was no trace of timidity in his icy blue eyes.

"As I said on my first day at school, I accept all challenges. Recruiting new students to challenge me only shows that he is a courageous person. I like courageous people because only courageous people dare to attack the highest goal from the beginning," Caesar glanced around and said lightly, "So, I am ready to comfort him."

The venue was silent. After a while, someone finally reacted and started clapping, leading others to join in.

Thunderous applause!

……

On the way, Mo Qiuran, who had only appeared in other people's comments for several chapters, was immersed in his own golden finger interface.

It is still that simple interface with just darkness and a bunch of projections. The difference from the previous one is that there are several more projections in this interface.

Six to be exact.

Mo Qiuran thought about it carefully. This time, the projections provided by the golden finger included two from the pure-blooded dragon clan, two from Finkel, one from the conductor, and one from the principal.

"So, the rule for the golden finger to produce projections is that they know each other and have dealt with each other, the distance is close enough, or they are enemies in battle? Otherwise, I saw other executive department specialists release their words, why didn't any projections appear?" Mo Qiuran thought to himself as he observed the projections.

The pure-blooded dragon clan provided two temporary projections. One was a bald man with thick lip mustache and chin beard. There was a strange device on his shiny head and a II) mark between his eyebrows. He was wearing a brown military uniform with two epaulettes on his shoulders that Mo Qiuran did not recognize but felt very familiar. The style looked like something between anime and movies. Not surprisingly, Mo Qiuran did not recognize it.

The other one is a straight-up anime character, looking very cartoony, with an obvious Q-like style. It's a man with a bun on his head, squinty eyes, a white robe and a light blue short coat. His mouth is slightly open as if he's smiling, his feet are on a bunch of green things that look like water plants, and his left and right hands each hold a silver and gold axe.

Mo Qiuran subconsciously didn't recognize it at first, but the two axes, one gold and one silver, were too obvious, plus that bunch of water plants, so... the river god?

Mo Qiuran has heard of the well-known story of throwing an axe and then the river god asking whether it was a gold axe or a silver axe... But when has the river god ever been animated? What is his ability? Can he turn things into one gold and one silver?

Mo Qiuran gave up after thinking about it. There was no way to try the temporary projection. He could just wait until he had a chance to use it in the future. After several battles during this period of time, he discovered that his simple golden finger had a hidden function. When he needed to fight the enemy or use certain abilities, some corresponding projections would automatically flash, and Mo Qiuran only needed to choose from them.

So now it doesn’t matter even if he doesn’t know what the abilities of these projections are!

Chapter 84 Chu Zihang has someone he likes? ? ? (See the author's words)

The projections from Finkel were also two temporary ones. One was a humanoid creature with a green body. It was called a humanoid creature because its muscles were knotted with bulging blue veins. The muscle dimension was definitely not something that humans could achieve. Its ferocious expression was like a beast, but from its black hair and facial features, it looked like a human. It was also wearing a pair of shorts... I don't know what brand it was that was of such good quality.

I know this Mo Qiuran because he is so famous, the Hulk!

So this projection comes from Fingel's Word Spirit, the Bronze Throne?

When you think about it this way, they are indeed similar, both increase the body's defense and muscle strength and both change color... Mo Qiuran pondered, but then he realized another problem - if this projection came from the bronze throne, then what about the other projection?

The other projection was a person wrapped in metal armor. The streamlined armor did not make him look bloated, but rather slightly thin. However, the bulging muscle lines showed his agile strength. This person held a long and curved samurai sword in his hand, and a green dragon was lingering on the sword.

Looks very handsome!

But Mo Qiuran didn't know who this was.

So, Finkel has two words?

Mo Qiuran fell into deep thought.

If that’s the case… that pure-blooded dragon clan also has two Word Spirits?

Why doesn't it seem like it's being used?

After thinking for a long time, Mo Qiuran still didn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on the projection brought by the conductor... and then he was stunned.

What the hell is this!

Can anyone tell me what's going on with this silk stockings bunny girl anime character projection!

Mo Qiuran fell into deep thought again, and gave up thinking again.

Mo Qiuran turned his gaze to the last newly added projection.