Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 159: Angers take the blame, the second word spirit appears

The campus open day event aims to enhance the outside world's understanding of Kassel College, showcase the students' spiritual outlook, and pave the way for the global dragon-slaying cause to enter the next new era of development.

Vice President Nicolas Flamel pointed out that this campus open event is meaningful and full of the spirit of cooperation and win-win. Such activities will become a spiritual benchmark in the mixed-race society in the near future.

The above is all bullshit.

Both sides were well aware of their own goals. Those who came to the campus open event just wanted to know whether Kassel College really knew the secret of evolution, and if so, how much it knew.

After all, Henkel is the behind-the-scenes manager of the financial game in North America and even the entire world, so you have to seriously consider what he says before deciding whether to believe it or not.

Ange stood in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting his clothes and solemnly putting on a rose.

Now the meaning of roses is not only beautiful, but also can remind him all the time that doing anything in excess is as bad as doing too little.

The same goes for eating watermelon.

"The word old slut should be used to describe you."

Flamel was shirtless and drinking whiskey, and it seemed that he had no intention of attending the next meeting with Ange.

Ange placed the folding knife in a familiar place.

"No, it's basic social courtesy."

"Or if there are some occasions that require physical action later, this kind of clothing can enhance the contrast on me and leave a more impressive impression on the guests."

Flamel couldn't help but put down the bottle.

"Have you ever thought of letting Lu Zao and the others join you? I guarantee that those four standing behind you will be more persuasive than any words, and will definitely create a sense of contrast."

"Looking at the way they were fighting, I think you should just sit on the chair and act like a godfather. Wouldn't that be more indicative of your style?"

Ange turned around and opened the door: "No, we won't bring them to this meeting. Of course, if they have nothing to do and want to sit in, that's fine."

"I am the principal. How can I let my students be at the forefront of such a matter?"

"To let students busy themselves with things unrelated to their studies just to get promoted and make money is a dereliction of duty and malfeasance by the principal in the ordinary world."

"For us, if we let the dragon-slaying blade of the academy waste time on such things, it would be my dereliction of duty."

Ange opened the door of the conference room, and his expression and pace were like a monarch who was the only one left but was about to charge at an army of 100,000.

"Hello everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend the college's open day."

After sitting down, Ange lit up his cigar and entered standby mode. If someone wanted to mess with him later, Ange wouldn't mind pressing the cigarette butt into the other person's eyes.

While shaking the match, Ange observed the people at the meeting and paused slightly in his movements.

Yuan Zhisheng, is this his name right?

Angers still had a relatively clear memory of those mixed-race creatures who were most likely descendants of the White King, especially the fact that this outstanding graduate of the advanced training class had refused his principal's invitation to afternoon tea.

Why does this person look so pale and his eyes look a little dazed?

It felt like the person who sold his body for money had just gone through a demonic trial, and after it was all over, he lay like a Taizi on a big bed with a weird smell, surrounded by piles of cash that could drown him.

This kid seems to have run into Lu Zao and the others.
Ange exhaled a puff of smoke, and the expression hidden under the smoke was a little weird.

Could it be that Lu Zao slapped Yuan Zhisheng so hard that he was seriously injured and his brain was damaged?
Hearing Angers greeting, everyone on the field nodded in respect.

"Hello, principal."

Ange smiled and said, "Okay guys, let's stop talking nonsense. I know why you are here this time."

"In short, the academy does have some knowledge related to evolution, just like the families under Han Gao's command." Han Gao's face darkened, thinking that this bastard Ange really held a grudge.

Ange said seriously, "I can tell you some of the technology that the academy has. If you want to know, just listen carefully."

Everyone present sat up straight, and even the recorder on the table was turned on.

If Angers takes out a pile of parchment or bronze column fragments or something like that later, the high-precision photographic equipment they carry with them will be able to capture every angle.

Ange said: "The Academy has fully understood the role of Deadpool and is able to extract pure serum from Deadpool's body."

"If you swallow it as usual, it will increase your dragon blood concentration, but it will also easily reach the critical blood limit. Therefore, the equipment department has made some improvements to minimize the danger."

Everyone present:? ? ?
Han Gao couldn't help but said, "Ange, this is something that many people know. No matter how much you want to fool us, you don't need to use this as an excuse."

Ange's face darkened. "Oh? So you all knew about this? I thought the academy was at least at the forefront of the times in this regard. It seems that the evolution you have mastered is completely different from that of the academy."

"If you have any, are you willing to share them like our college does?"

"You guys, are you really willing?"

Does Deadpool's serum work?

some.

But does the college know about this, or does it have any achievements in related technical aspects?

Very few.

The academy has the top alchemy master Nicholas Flamel, but the foundation and heritage of other families, which are calculated in centuries, should not be underestimated.

Originally, Angé only knew about this matter vaguely, but after Lu Zao opened the door to evolution, he knew it too clearly, so clearly that it made people feel chilled and furious.

Behind Kassel Academy is the Secret Party. Excluding the monsters and maggots hiding in the darkness, the several mixed-blood families that make up the Secret Party can basically be called half of the mixed-blood society.

The secret party is definitely secretly choking the academy and dragon-related knowledge, which is equivalent to a technological blockade and knowledge monopoly.

What they need is a sharp sword, not competitors and enemies fighting for the throne of the times!

When a sword is too sharp, the final result is actually the same as the Eastern saying: "When the birds are gone, the good bows are put away."

When there is no prey, tools are useless.

Likewise, a sword that is too sharp is disposed of because the owner has lost control of his use.

Because the master can make another good weapon that can be used.

Those with bad tempers have already stood up.

"Anger, you know."

"I didn't ask you to stand up!"

Ange's eyes were dyed with molten gold, and the invisible power seemed to transform into a roaring angry dragon, instantly knocking the man with a bad temper, or the one who was destined to stand out in the small group, to the ground, with blood gushing out of his body.

Han Gao subconsciously clenched his alchemical revolver, and was extremely shocked.

This effect, this eye color, and the power that permeated the conference room made it impossible for people to resist. The only thing in their minds was the majesty and violence of the word "submission".
Serial number unknown, Word Spirit·King!
Ange said coldly: "This is the answer the academy gives you."

"If anyone objects, if anyone wants to kill me, you are welcome to do so."

"But you have to bear the corresponding price!"

(End of this chapter)