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

"I have some questions about the dragon clan and would like to consult you." said the principal.

"Even you don't know? What's the problem?" The vice principal on the other end of the phone said after taking a sip of whiskey.

"Dragon meat," the headmaster asked word by word, "can I eat it?"

The other end of the phone fell silent instantly, as if in death. Then two footsteps were heard, and then the old cowboy vice-principal's voice came again, "Today is not April Fool's Day, is it?"

"I'm not kidding you." The principal was a little helpless.

"You old slut, are you finally desperate and ready to commit suicide? Then won't I be able to take over? I will hold swimsuit competitions every day!" the vice-principal said excitedly.

"Mo Qiuran," the principal said, "his vision... was of two people roasting dragon meat."

"..." The vice principal was silent again, and then said dryly, "Oh... that's really young and frivolous."

"One of them is himself," said the principal.

"Could it be that he just scribbled it?" The vice-principal gave a guess that he himself found absurd.

"His companion Chu Zihang drew Odin." The principal ignored him and continued.

"After hearing the news, I actually felt that it was nothing special," the vice principal took a big sip of wine, but this time it was not like drinking but more like suppressing the shock in his heart, "Bring the map here!"

Chapter 9: Mo Qiuran's Dragon Banquet (10/)

"So this is how it is handled..." Mo Qiuran kept muttering as he walked on the road.

"Deal with what?" Chu Zihang couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's to process the dragon meat!" Mo Qiuran answered without hesitation.

Chu Zihang was silent.

So what on earth did this guy see with his psychic vision?

At this time, Mo Qiuran was recalling the information that Atreus had told him in his spiritual vision. Thanks to this heroic warrior, Mo Qiuran finally had some understanding of his golden finger.

……

"This is just a mark from my power, or to be more precise, a kind of replication, but I have never experienced it in my memory, so it should be something beyond my understanding," Atreus said to Mo Qiuran while grilling meat. "After hearing the dragon language chanting hidden in the song, the will to fight awakened me from my eternal sleep. At this time, I suddenly realized that you seemed to have opened a door for me, so I attached myself to it and constructed this illusion to meet and talk with you."

"Spiritual vision?" Mo Qiuran seemed to be thinking about something. "According to what they said, it seems that dragon blood is needed to produce this phenomenon... Is there dragon blood in my body?"

"Nonsense! Dragon script is just a form of writing, and the power of dragon is just the application of real energy. As long as we refine ourselves in constant battles, even mortals like us can control the same or even more powerful power!" Atreus was dismissive of this statement and turned over the spear with dragon flesh inserted in it.

"Can ordinary people... also master such powerful strength?" Mo Qiuran was stunned. He thought of the spear that pierced the sky by Atreus before and the falling stars of the wilderness that fell along the path of light. It was a power like that of gods. The legendary Black King Nidhogg fell down after just a few encounters!

Of course, Mo Qiuran has also heard about the punch line in CG, but of course he won't say it now.

"Why not?" Atreus asked, "The power that people cry out for already exists within themselves!"

"I... don't quite understand." Mo Qiuran felt that Atreus seemed to really want to teach him something, something very important, but at this moment he just couldn't understand it and could only remember these words firmly.

"This is normal, because you haven't experienced enough, my compatriot," Atreus said, "You need to keep honing yourself before you can find your own strength. Of course, before that, I and this unknown creation or existence are also your strength."

"But don't get addicted to it, and don't rely on it for everything. The power I can attach to you is limited. The purpose of this creation or existence is unknown. You need to find your own power, my compatriot." Atreus looked at Mo Qiuran with burning fighting spirit and enthusiasm in his eyes. He handed over a piece of perfectly roasted dragon spine meat, "In the battle, you will be reborn!"

……

“It’s really... a headache…” Mo Qiuran rubbed his temples.

The time of spirit vision is not very long, and the time of meeting and communicating with Atreus is not too much, but the amount of information contained is really too large, and it brings many problems.

At that level, is he really an ordinary person?

What path will your future take?

Who are you fighting for?

How can one master the power that truly belongs to him with the body of an ordinary person, without relying on the system?

So many questions lingered in Mo Qiuran's mind, making his entire brain a mess at this moment.

But with Mo Qiuran's personality, how could he be entangled in such problems?

Since you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it!

Mo Qiuran put all these questions aside very casually, because these were not the issues he should consider at this stage.

Atreus reminded Mo Qiuran of these things because his strength had reached that level. The things that can be seen are naturally different at different levels, and Mo Qiuran’s own strength is naturally far inferior... So he just needs to keep these issues in mind and consider them again when his strength is strong enough.

After relaxing, Mo Qiuran instantly became calm, the kind of calmness that one would have when one has an exam next month but still has a month to waste time... He even began to recall the grilled dragon spine meat that he had eaten in his spiritual vision.

There is no salt or other seasonings, it is purely original flavor, but the texture and taste are definitely the best barbecue Mo Qiuran has ever eaten in his life!

"Even the dragon spine meat is like this, what about the others..." Mo Qiuran murmured, "Fried dragon liver, braised dragon intestines, honey-grilled dragon wings, deep-fried dragon palm treasure..."

A series of parts of the dragon were mentioned by Mo Qiuran, and different cooking methods were automatically brought in. It only took a moment to feel that a table full of dragon feasts was about to be made... As an aborigine of the big foodie country for two lifetimes, this It is a passive skill!

Chu Zihang on the side couldn't help but look at him again... What exactly is this guy's spiritual vision? Is it really cooking dragon meat?

Wait, the saliva that flows out after falling asleep can’t be just due to greed!

Chu Zihang felt that he understood everything.

……

"Where's the thing? Let me see it!"

The old cowboy couldn't wait to say it after he opened the door for the principal.

"I remember a similar conversation happening the day before yesterday." The principal handed over two brown paper file bags.

"It's just an illusion. When people get old, their memory becomes less good. I think what you should do is to step down as soon as possible and let me take over." The old cowboy took the file bag, opened it carefully, and took out the two test papers from it.

"And then I ask you to hold a school swimsuit competition every day?" The principal glanced at the TV and frowned, "Why are you still watching "High Noon"? "

"You asked the same question the day before yesterday." The old cowboy looked at the A4 paper and took a breath. "It's really Odin!"

"Are you sure?" The principal's face turned serious.

"One hundred percent confirmed! Besides Odin, who else is riding the octagonal Pegasus and Gungnir?" The old cowboy narrowed his eyes. "The dragon characters hidden above are basically correct, but there is still a small mistake. It seems to be A..."

The principal did not question the old cowboy's words, because he knew that all the dragon scripts known by the mixed-race people in the world came from the deciphering of the old cowboy in front of him, so there was absolutely no way he could be wrong, because the old cowboy was the one who set the questions, and the old cowboy represented the ceiling of the mixed-race people's research on dragon script!

The old cowboy's name is Nicolas Flamel, a legendary figure, the first person in alchemy, and the creator of the "Fifth Element" and the "Philosopher's Stone"!

He is also the night watchman, vice-president, and director of the Alchemy Principles Department of Kassel College.

The war between dragons and half-bloods is about to usher in the bloody dawn. Ange is the one who wants to pierce the dawn, but there is endless darkness before the dawn. Ange needs a night watchman, and that can only be him.

Chapter 10 Mo Qiuran: Why do I always feel like someone is plotting against me? (10/)

"Odin, in Norse mythology, he is the king of gods. In the history of the dragon clan, Odin is the mortal enemy of the Black King. When the end of the world comes, he will lead the Valkyries and heroes in Valhalla to fight." The old cowboy frowned as he looked at the painting, his fingers brushing across the paper, as if he was feeling every detail.

"But we hadn't found any trace of Odin before," said Ange.

“No, it’s not that there isn’t any,” the old cowboy shook his head, “There were a lot, but… they’re gone.”

"Missing, what does that mean?" the principal was stunned.

"Gone means gone, just like data wiping. Most of the data has been cleared, including memories and evidence. I asked you before, but you have no recollection of it," the old cowboy said in a deep voice, full of emotion. "It's like... the power of God."

"What are you talking about?" The principal frowned.

"Nothing." The old cowboy shook his head and put the picture of Odin aside. "Let's take a look at this one... Holy shit! They're really roasting dragon meat!"

"...That's why I need to ask you," Ange paused, choosing to temporarily put aside the weird words the old cowboy said about Odin, "Can dragon meat really be eaten?"

"Of course you can eat it. As long as you want, you can even eat shit. It's just that there will be some bad consequences after eating it. I don't need to tell you the consequences of dragon blood erosion." The old cowboy looked at Mo Qiuran's answer sheet and was amazed. "All the dragon characters are correct. It's actually S!"

"I know he is S. He ignited his golden eyes right in my office!" said Angé.

"No." The old cowboy suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Angé was stunned.

"The dragon pattern on it is wrong!" The old cowboy stared at the painting in a trance. After a moment, he jumped up from his chair and began to rummage through the boxes.

"What are you going to do?" The principal looked confused.

"Paper and pen, I need paper and pen!" said the old cowboy. "The dragon characters on it include those I used when I made the questions, but not just those. There are more! And they are not drawn randomly, but form logical words! The words of dragon characters!"

"I have a pen here." The principal immediately understood why the old cowboy was so excited, and took out a pen inlaid with gold wire from his pocket and handed it to him.

“But I don’t have any paper here…” The old cowboy’s eyes scanned left and right and then stopped on the pure white shirt worn by the principal.

"This is custom-made!" the principal said quickly.

"This may be one of the greatest discoveries in dragon language research in a hundred years. It would be an honor for you to have it written on this shirt!" The old cowboy went straight to work.

"Stop! Wait! I'll take it off myself!" The principal flashed a few meters away in an instant. He had taken off his white shirt at some point. His naked upper body was covered with scars and muscles that were so strong that they didn't look like those of a 130-year-old man at all. His huge pectoral muscles and latissimus dorsi formed an obvious inverted triangle, and his eight-pack abs were very eye-catching. If he took a picture of it and posted it online, it would probably instantly attract a large number of little fans.

If Mo Qiuran were here, he would probably immediately think of the old KFC man in the video released by KFC during the Mother's Day event...

"Be more self-aware. Wouldn't it have been easier if you had done this earlier?" The old cowboy caught the shirt thrown by the principal, looked at the principal's appearance, then lowered his head to look at his own...he couldn't see his feet.

"I used to have a figure like this..." the old cowboy said sourly, sniffed, and cursed, "You old bitch, you're still wearing perfume!"

"Life requires refinement," said the principal.

"Haha." The old cowboy sneered twice, picked up the pen and began to spend money on the shirt.

A moment later, rows of stacked symbols were painted on the originally pure white shirt, occupying most of the space.

"Done!" The old cowboy threw the gold-rimmed fountain pen in his hand directly to the principal.

"What is it?" the principal took the pen and asked.

"The dragon characters I used in the question this time are 'Praise my awakening, destruction is rebirth'," the old cowboy looked at the dragon characters he wrote on the shirt, "and here..."

"What are you talking about!" Ange urged.

"Too many, I'm translating!" The old cowboy became more and more frightened the more he read, and he kept gasping for breath.

"You really deserve a beating for doing this..." Ange flexed his fingers.

"Okay, I've finished reading it. It's really... shocking." The old cowboy looked at him with an unprecedented solemn expression. "Where did you find such a big shot?"

"What does it mean?" Ange frowned. "What exactly is written on it?"

"A giant dragon flies across the sky, its wings fluttering. That is our battle song!"

“Life is a never-ending war.”

"Every dawn is the twilight of the gods, because then the world is brighter than the stars!"

“I have found my new limits thousands of times, and I am still moving forward!”

"I will let the dragons experience their own power, break through the scales, pierce the flesh, and never break my promise!"

"I will fight to the death, until my spear falls to the ground and I can't get up. Even so, I will still be undefeated and spit blood on my enemies!"

The old cowboy translated all the dragon characters on the shirt word by word, and then the clock tower fell into silence.

They were all over a hundred years old. In the long years to the past, they had experienced countless things, countless battles, experienced failures and successes. There were few things that could shock them. However, now, just these few words had made a brave and invincible warrior appear in their hearts. He fought bloody battles in the war between humans and dragons, never retreating, falling down again and again and getting up again and again until he died completely.

"Ragnarok, this word is mentioned in Dragon Language," the old cowboy said, "and then he appeared. The emergence of genius is often accompanied by the arrival of disaster. This happens to be consistent with the phenomena observed in various reports. The elemental turbulence is becoming more active, and the four monarchs seem to be about to be revived."

"That's what we're hoping for, isn't it?" the principal said, "for our generation to begin to end the war."

"Yes." The old cowboy nodded.

"What did you mean by big shot before?" asked the principal.

"I've said before, for this assessment, the dragon script I used is 'Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth'. This is the chanting language in the Word Spirit Emperor. According to legend, Dragon King Nidhogg will revive in this praise and bring destruction to the world." The old cowboy pointed at Mo Qiuran's painting. Apart from the burly man who was grilling meat and the drooling young man, the most obvious thing next to them was the mountain of dragon corpses.

"Spiritual visions are usually things that have happened in the past or are hidden deep in one's heart. Nidhogg was once killed by humans on his throne. If this young man really saw the death of Dragon King Nidhogg and even roasted his flesh... then who is he?"

"A-choo!" Mo Qiuran, who was chewing a pig's trotter with no interest in eating, sneezed and looked around blankly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's okay, I just always feel like someone is plotting against me." Mo Qiuran said.

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