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Chapter 4: Principal's Office (10/)

"Unfortunately, speculation is just speculation after all." After being happy and excited, Mo Qiuran calmed down and even sighed a little frustrated. The more Chu Zihang looked at him, the more he felt that he was eager for this matter to be confirmed and then become a mortal enemy of a villain organization that wanted to make a big thing. Maybe he really thought that by doing so he would enjoy the standard treatment of the protagonist in the novel?

"It would be great if they were bolder in invading the school. Based on past experience, this kind of organization usually comes to give the protagonist money, beauties, experience, and magic weapons." Mo Qiuran began to mutter to himself.

Chu Zihang was silent. Past experience...experience from novels?

Sure enough, this guy is going crazy again!

……

late at night.

Autumn Wind Dyeing: [It’s the second night I miss Sister Tang]

The gatekeeper girl: [Have you read the information? ]

Qiu Feng Jian Ran: [I took a look, and I also analyzed a lot of information! ]

The gatekeeper girl: [A lot of information?]

Qiu Feng Jian Ran: [Yeah, at that time I was like Sherlock Holmes was possessed or cheating... Oh no, I didn't cheat]

The gatekeeper girl: [It doesn't matter whether you cheat or not. This matter was originally meant for you. Because it involves a drug that can purify bloodline and two extremely harmful experiments with extremely serious consequences, this organization has been listed as one of the most threatening terrorist extremist organizations. All mixed-blood official forces will unite to search for them. If there is any relevant information, I will inform you as soon as possible.]

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [I love you, Sister Tang! 】

The gatekeeper girl: [Go to sleep! ]

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [Okay, good night, Miss Tang! 】

……

It was still a morning with white doves flying. The sun was setting, refracting a charming halo through the dew on the grass tips. Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were walking on the cobblestone path to the sound of melodious bells. In this poetic and picturesque scenery, there was still an out-of-place existence - the yawning Fingle.

"This is the second day in a row that I've heard the morning bell. It feels like I've gone back to six years ago. At that time, I seemed to get up early every morning and go for a morning run. When I heard the bell, I was sitting in the cafeteria eating delicious bread for breakfast," Finkel's voice was full of melancholy of memories. "Now, I usually wake up at noon when I hear the bell, and once even at night. Then I can only eat the cheapest pork elbows, mashed potatoes, or sauerkraut in the cafeteria..."

"Senior, you should reflect on your own problems now that you have come to this point," Mo Qiuran said, "For example, why do you feel so sleepy every morning even though you are a physical spirit enhancer... Don't you sleep every night?"

"Yes, the biological clock has been completely reversed." Finkel said weakly.

"It's okay. I have a very effective solution for your situation, and it can be solved in one day!" Mo Qiuran said, "You can move to Asia!"

"Thank you for your perfect suggestion, but I feel that at least I can afford a place to live and eat here, and at least I have a way to make a living." Finkel said miserably, "So I would rather stay up late."

"Then it seems that we need to solve the problem from the root. Let me interview you, why do you stay up late, senior?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"I'm working to make money to pay off my debts," Finkel cried. "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't even see the slightest hope. Moreover, as an excellent paparazzi, not an excellent news agency president, I need to provide you with the ultimate whitewashing service for your reputation. It has always been my principle to do things well after receiving money, so I was online with those people all night last night. This time, I didn't use the means of silencing them, but I still debated with them to the point where they had nothing to say!"

"If I remember correctly, my reputation started to deteriorate because of your ban package operation..." Mo Qiuran thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is the reason why they have nothing to say that they decided to have a real-person SOLO with you offline?"

"You know this too!" Finkel was shocked.

"I can tell from the fact that you didn't want to come to the principal's office at all before, but now you are eager to come with us to the principal's office as soon as possible..." said Mo Qiuran.

"Junior, don't say anything careless. I have always admired the principal. It's not that I didn't want to come before, but I felt that with my grades and credits, coming to the principal's office was simply an insult to other students in the school. Do you know how many students work hard to have afternoon tea with the principal?" Finkel adjusted his slightly tight school uniform, "I even changed into the school uniform! This is enough to show my respect for the principal!"

"What a rich emotion!" Mo Qiuran praised, "Senior, you must have thought about this line for a long time, right?"

"Ahem...we're here!" Finkel coughed twice and changed the subject.

Indeed, we had arrived. The principal's office was not too far from Valhalla. It was an inconspicuous two-story building surrounded by trees. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary garage.

But Mo Qiuran felt that, given the principal's sophistication, there must be something else going on inside. After all, even Finkel had once said that the principal was the most flamboyant old man he had ever seen. How could such a flamboyant old man have a plain and simple office?

So after knocking on the door and receiving the response of "Come in", they entered the principal's office that all the students of Kassel College dreamed of.

As expected, Mo Qiuran was not wrong.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiuran guessed wrong again.

If I guessed correctly, it means that this office is indeed a different world, but if I guessed wrong, it means that the layout of this office is not anything Mo Qiuran had imagined.

Books. Books everywhere.

The principal's office is not so much an office as it is a huge bookshelf. There is no partition between the first floor and the second floor, and it is completely opened, so it looks extra spacious. There is a huge skylight on the central patio, which is full of The green and yellow leaves are piled up, the morning sun shines in from the window, the warmth is not hot at all, besides the huge oil painting on the wall, there are high-to-the-top bookshelves, and there are sets of hardcover books on it, which are neat and pleasing to the eye, obsessive-compulsive disorder The Gospel, the bookshelf is equipped with high and low stairs and platforms, which is convenient for people to climb up and down or simply sit on the stairs and take out a book to start reading. At this time, you only need another cup of coffee, listening to soft music, and Appreciate the Bermuda lawn outside the window... that's two words - cozy.

"Do you like my office?" said the old man sitting in the chair behind the desk with a smile. In front of him was a cup of steaming tea and a small plate of exquisite cranberry biscuits next to it. On the large solid wood table there was an old-fashioned radio that looked like it could play tapes, and melodious songs were coming out of it.

Principal Angers.

Chapter 5: New Projection, Dragon (10/)

"I like it!" Mo Qiuran nodded in praise without hesitation.

"If you like, you can come and sit more often in the future." The principal pointed to the stools in front of the desk, "Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang, please sit down. Finger, you should sit down too. I remember that you took my Dragon Family Genealogy course and I think you got an A."

"Principal, you have a great memory!" Finkel said with a wry smile.

"I'm an old man now, and my memory isn't very good, so I asked Norma to look it up for me... Of course, this is not what we are going to talk about now, so let's put it aside for now."

The principal waved a brown paper file bag in front of Finkel. It had "Grade File Bag" written on it and Finkel's name and student number below. However, he did not open it, but put it in a folder on the side.

Finkel's expression at this moment was probably like an ordinary person who has a poor alcohol tolerance but forced himself to drink a pound of liquor and still try to do something that requires thinking... In four words, it can be summed up as pale as death.

The principal took out two stacks of white A4 paper and two sharpened pencils from the folder and handed them to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang.

"The 3E exam will be conducted in a special classroom according to normal procedures, with a special file bag and top-secret test papers... yes, those are the A4 papers in your hands." The principal introduced, but after seeing the calm faces of Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, he instantly understood something and looked at Finkel on the side.

Finkel showed a puzzled expression at the right moment, but perhaps because he had not yet recovered from his deathly pale state, his expression was particularly stiff.

"It seems that a certain senior has introduced a lot of things to the juniors in advance. That's good. This saves me a lot of effort. After all, I'm not a member of the Discipline Committee." The principal winked playfully, and then became serious. "I took this special private 3E exam for you out of my own consideration."

"Is it because of our uniqueness?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Yes, special, also known as genius. Genius is a good thing, but being too talented is sometimes not a good thing in the world of mixed-bloods," the principal nodded. "There are very few mixed-bloods that are not evaluated by the Norma system. Especially through previous actual combat, we can conclude that your bloodline is very high. In this way, we must face a decision about how high the purity of your bloodline is."

"Are you worried about becoming Deadpool?" Mo Qiuran nodded.

"Yes, it seems that you have not forgotten what I told you on the train. I think you will be a good student in the future." The principal nodded with satisfaction. This feeling is like a responsible teacher meeting a good student, and the feeling of happiness comes over him.

"We always take the first and second place!" Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang to indicate that he was actually still there.

"That's great," the principal said with a smile, "Let's get started. You can do anything you want during this time, such as chatting or drawing anything."

"Principal, don't I have to go out?" Finkel raised his hand.

"That's not necessary. The second purpose of calling you here is to prevent the two outstanding freshmen from accidentally destroying my office after entering the spiritual vision. After all, I am old and cannot be as energetic as the two young people." The principal handed Finkel a pair of noise-proofing earmuffs.

"Principal, how can you say that you are a strong man who can run a horse on your arms now..." Finkel looked at the principal's strong arms and complained silently in his heart.

So this probably the most crude 3E exam in history began when Principal Ange took out a tape, put it into the radio and pressed the play button. The principal and Finkel both wore noise-proof earmuffs, while Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang listened seriously to the piano music coming from the radio, holding pencils, ready to start facing the pure white A4 paper in front of them.

The reason why he only mentioned piano music is because Mo Qiuran didn't know the name of the song... With his restless personality, it is difficult for him to appreciate an instrument like the piano peacefully, so Mo Qiuran's understanding of piano music is limited to which one sounds good and which one doesn't. If the scope of music is expanded a little... He is very good at erhu and suona... He has learned both of them, and he mastered them very quickly and at an excellent level. It's just that due to pressure from the residents around him, he can only seal up his skills in these two musical instruments.

"Hmm? If that's the case, if Caesar challenges me to a music challenge, then I can compete with him? Among all musical instruments, suona is the king!" Mo Qiuran suddenly got an inspiration.

Chu Zihang listened to the familiar tune and recognized it at the first time as Beethoven's Pathétique Sonata. However, he knew that Kassel Academy was not testing their music theory knowledge but using it as a cover to conceal the real tune, the tune that Dragon Script could trigger clairvoyance.

So when he calmed down and listened, he heard it.

The scorching gold seemed to be flowing, but was suppressed by some powerful force from the outside world. A trace of ferocity appeared on Chu Zihang's face, which usually had no expression, and then there was bottomless despair. His hand holding the pencil slid unconsciously on the paper, and the messy lines gradually began to show a clear and hideous picture.

The principal looked at Chu Zihang.

"Such sadness and despair, what on earth have you been through..." the principal thought.

Then he looked at Mo Qiuran again.

Mo Qiuran, who noticed that Chu Zihang had entered the state, was also about to start writing.

He tried really hard to listen, but he couldn't discern anything at all. To him, it was really just a piano piece... and a bit messy.

So, I can only take a gamble!

What Mo Qiuran was going to draw was the image of the God-King Odin that he had seen through the Ice Crystal Eagle before. If he remembered correctly, Odin's armor and the armor of his eight-legged Pegasus were both engraved with dragon characters!

There was no other way. Without clairvoyance and unable to steal the answers to the questions, Mo Qiuran could only choose to take this gamble... However, just as he was about to take action, he paused.

Because, a temporary projection appeared in his system space, and this projection... was shining!

It was a man covered in armor, with a hideous mask covering his head, leaving only a Y-shaped gap, and a terrifying golden light in his eyes! In his left hand he held a large shield with bone spurs, and in his right hand he held a sharp spear, with a bone-like barb on the spear, and a sharp spike on the spear head... like... the tail of something!

"The dragon's tail sting."

As Mo Qiuran subconsciously used the projection, a strong and firm voice sounded in Mo Qiuran's ears.

Then, Mo Qiuran's vision changed.

Everywhere you look, there's war!

The sky was burning with the red color of doomsday, which was the scene caused by the evaporation of the hot blood after countless dragons were killed!

"My name is Atreus."

From Mo Qiuran's perspective, the spear was raised and then retracted, not to stop the war, but... to accumulate power!

"I am a dragon slayer!"

Chapter 6 This is the Great Wilderness Star Falls! (10/)

"I sensed the presence of a giant dragon!"

The spear was thrown, leaving a red tail of light that flashed a bright trail in the sky, like a comet, with no sign of falling.

The next moment, the picture changed and turned pitch black.

The darkness was not because Mo Qiuran had lost consciousness, but because the object in front of him was originally pitch black, smooth as a mirror, about three meters long and wide, occupying all of his field of vision.

The view slowly zoomed out, and Mo Qiuran suddenly discovered that it was a scale!

Countless such huge scales are combined together, interconnected, and finally attached to the body of a giant.

Dragon.

Black dragon.

The Black King, Nidhogg!

The name flashed through Mo Qiuran's mind the moment he saw it.

No other dragon can possess such a majestic body and such powerful strength!

He is the Dragon King Nidhogg, the incarnation of despair that will bring the end of the world!

Mo Qiuran had seen the painting of the Black King Nidhogg when Professor Schneider was giving them entrance training, but a painting is just a painting after all, and a picture is just a picture.

And now, Mo Qiuran was looking directly at Him!

The sky was black, with thunder rolling in the thick dark clouds. The air was deadly silent and solemn, a scene just before doomsday.

In such a background, the black dragon spread its wings, as huge as clouds covering the sun. All around, inexplicable singing could be heard. It was an unimaginable way of singing, and the turbid and hoarse voice carried the majesty of a king, like the ringing of church bells.

Mo Qiuran understood.

That is the language of the dragon - "Praise my king's awakening, destruction is rebirth!"

But Mo Qiuran didn't have the slightest feeling of being summoned by the great master. He was able to understand not because he had the same blood as the great master, but because he, the dragon slayer, Atreus was able to understand. Atreus was able to understand because he had killed too many dragons!

Extreme anger and fighting spirit rose in his heart, and the blood of the dragon slayer began to boil... the blood of mortals!

As if it sensed the threat to its life, and felt it was ridiculous to be classified as a prey by a tiny mortal, then it became angry, and the giant black dragon soared into the sky, roaring and screaming like the sound of the world's end.

"A giant dragon flies across the sky, its wings fluttering," the heavy voice sounded again, "That is our battle song!"

Mo Qiuran looked towards the sky in one direction as if he sensed something. There... something was coming!

Soon, the thick dark clouds were broken by the extremely sharp creation, and the tragic aura caused the passage it passed through to remain open for a long time, so light shone in through its passage, splitting the darkness of doomsday!

That is - a spear!

An extremely sharp spear!

The comet-like spear that “myself” had thrown before!

Use gun as the way and light as the path!

The spear points directly at the God!

The comet-like spear began to fall, and the red of the spear and the gold of the light pierced a brilliant path of light in the inky black doomsday scene.

"I will make the dragons feel their own power, crashing into scales and piercing flesh, and I will never break my promise," the voice said.