My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

In the early hours of the morning, Ang returned to the principal's office of Kassel College, smelling of perfume.

Although he is over a hundred years old, Ange, an S-class hybrid, still has an upright posture and handsome appearance. He can be called a handsome man... or an old show-off.

At the party tonight, dozens of beautiful women and girls surrounded him. Everywhere he looked, he saw skin as white as goat milk, and every move he made was as dazzling as flowers. Don't get me wrong, this is just the basic operation of an upper-class dinner. For these cold-blooded mixed-blood families, anything can be used as a bargaining chip, including the bodies of wives and daughters.

Ange knew this very well, and he was happy to enjoy the flattery of the beauties. How could a hungry wolf refuse the fat meat that was delivered to his mouth? Unless the lion's fangs spit out a chilling heat against the back of his neck. He knew what to say and what not to say. Whenever these seemingly innocent women tried to turn the topic to the red lion, the old coquettish guy would pretend to be stupid and talk loudly about the cooperation between Hogwarts and the Stark Group.

Of course, the beauties could see Ange's little thoughts. None of the women who could enter the social scene were just vases. Their brains were as developed as their breasts. Seeing that Ange didn't say anything, they didn't ask, but just took turns to toast Ange.

Even though Ange considered himself a heavy drinker, he still complained bitterly under the siege of the beauties. The reasons for the beauties' toasts were all different, ranging from official rhetoric such as "I hope Hogwarts and Cassel College will join forces" to more personal ones such as "Principal, you haven't climbed through my bedroom window for a long time."

Ange even heard the toast "I wish the principal good health and a long life." He complained in his heart that if he really lived to be a hundred years old, he would have been hung on the wall before you were born. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and drank a whole bottle of unchilled Lagavulin whisky with the mixed-race girl who had two dimples when she smiled.

If whisky on the rocks is America's national cellar, then Lagavulin at room temperature is simply horse urine.

Ange drank with a grin on his face, and at the same time, he looked at the half-blood girl who remained calm and sighed that she was truly a heroine. He realized that if he drank any more, even if he was an S-level half-blood with the highest purity of dragon blood, he would be forced to pry open his teeth and reveal some information that the lion didn't want him to say. He quickly put his hand in his trouser pocket and typed on his phone to send a text message to the executive department.

The Cassel Executive Department was composed of a group of cold-faced and ruthless killers from top to bottom. Less than three minutes after Ange's message was sent out, the roar of helicopter propellers swept through the magnificent banquet hall. Operators in black windbreakers swarmed in like a flock of crows, led by a handsome and cold-faced Aryan boy.

"Principal, the satellite has detected that the second generation of dragons have awakened. Please be sure to return to school to command the operation." The young man held Ange's arm mercilessly, his movements no gentler than escorting a prisoner.

As Ange walked out, chatting and laughing with the guests, he lowered his voice and said to the boy beside him, "Second generation? Schneider, even if you're telling a lie, you have to make it convincing, right?"

Von Schneider, 17 years old, A-level hybrid. This person can be summed up in one sentence: a genius among geniuses, a killer among killer embryos. Not only did he skip a grade and get admitted to Kassel Academy, he also completed four years of courses in just a few months, which is an extremely rare talent even in the history of Kassel Academy. If the credits were not enough for graduation, Angers had no doubt that Schneider would be the head of the executive department before Christmas, instead of an intern.

（注：根据《龙族3：黑月之潮》中施耐德教授的自述，2012年日本龙渊计划执行时他37岁，可得1992年时他17岁。）

"That makes sense." Schneider nodded seriously. "Next time I will consider throwing an incendiary bomb at your location, and then use the excuse of putting out a fire to get you out."

"...Then you must bring a small rosewood box so that it will be convenient for collecting my ashes."

"Okay, Principal, I'll keep that in mind."

"Remember that! Don't you Germans have any sense of humor?!"

"Then allow me to introduce you to the three thinnest books in the world." Schneider helped Ange onto the Black Hawk helicopter and shouted loudly amid the roar of the fan blades, "British Recipes, American History, and German Jokes."

All in all, Ange returned to Cassel College safely. Except for being briefly locked by the Decisive Battle Tank and the General Cannon when entering the airspace of Hogwarts, nothing happened that made the students call him "Prison Principal".

Walking into his 400 square meter office, Angers felt the alcohol rising up, his cheeks were hot, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. He wondered if the organizer of today's dinner had mixed something in the wine to make him drunk like this.

He was too lazy to turn on the lights. He had used this office for more than a hundred years and knew every layout by heart. Moreover, turning on the lights would attract the crazy people in the Equipment Department who would ask him to approve some ridiculous funds. Not long ago, the head of the Equipment Department wanted to build an emergency escape passage under the girls' dormitory. If a vicious incident like the dragon clan destroying the world occurred, all the girls would be sent to the all-male Equipment Department.

Angers still remembers the confident look on the Minister of Equipment's face: "As the smartest group of people on earth, we naturally have the responsibility to carry on human civilization in the apocalyptic disaster. In order to ensure that our Garden of Eden consisting of more than one hundred Adams can produce enough excellent children, please ask the principal to approve the construction of the 'Eve Channel'."

As for the outcome of this incident...Anger must say that it felt damn good to slam his boots between the legs of the Minister of Equipment.

"The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not the same as before..." Angers muttered the ancient wisdom prophecy from China, and reached out to touch the wine in his wine cabinet in the pitch-black darkness. The only understanding of wine by this group of nouveau riche American mixed-race families is the number of digits on the price tag, the longer the better. He can already feel the whiskey beating his stomach, which is more than a hundred years old. He must have some champagne to soothe it——

The wine cabinet was open before he came!

Ange's pupils constricted, and his muscles were tense as steel wires. The remaining alcohol in his body evaporated instantly, and the power of a savage elephant awakened from his old body. His eyes were tempered into golden color by the boiling dragon blood, as if the ancient king had returned from the wind and sand with the lost time!

Sequence 84, Word Spirit·Time Zero!

In the invisible and intangible realm, one second was stretched fifty times, giving Ange enough time to pull out a folding knife made from the broken blade of his close friend Menek Cassel's long sword from his sleeve. Although the length of this sharp blade barely exceeded the palm of his hand, it was also a dragon-slaying weapon that condensed all the alchemical knowledge of the mixed-blood clan for thousands of years. The silver blade was covered with crazy Damascus patterns, and even the second-generation species, second only to the four kings, could not resist its sharpness.

What would sneak into the room of the leader of the secret party in the middle of the night?

Of course it’s the dragon!

Ange let out a roar like a lion or tiger, and the combat experience accumulated over a hundred years turned into an intuition like "sword intent" to guide his arms. The old man pounced forward with an agility and ferocity that was not in line with his age, and the folding knife tearing through the air was like a ghost crying!

Two white fingers stretched out from the darkness, like a poisonous snake spitting out a forked tongue. They were white and smooth, with even joints, and their nails were trimmed short and neat, painted with nail polish mixed with silver powder. What a beautiful pair of fingers, just looking at them makes people think of the blooming epiphyllum in the moonlight, and all the beautiful and fragile things.

But it was just these two fingers that clamped Angers lightning-fast folding knife in mid-air!

It was indeed beautiful, but not fragile. Ange's pupils shrank smaller than a needle tip. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist bones and even heard the whine of the alchemical folding knife. These two slender fingers seemed to be cast in copper and iron, and they fixed his slash in the air!

"The Supreme Supreme World - Pointing Hand."

The person in the darkness spoke slowly, his voice was clear and bright, with a hint of a smile, but it could easily make the listener feel cold, as if there was a poison hidden in his voice that would kill anyone who came into contact with blood.

Although the uninvited guest is not an evil dragon, it is something more terrifying than a dragon - the magnetic field lunatic.

Ange revoked the time zero domain and asked in confusion: "Cassandra? Miss Volley?"

"It's me." Cassandra slowly loosened her fingers around the folding knife. Angers reached out to turn on the crystal chandelier in the office, and saw a slender and agile blonde girl sitting on his expensive mahogany desk with her legs crossed, shaking a dark green bottle of champagne in her hand, with only one sip left. It was obviously her first time drinking, with a light pink on her cheeks and a dazed look in her eyes, as seductive and deadly as a black dahlia.

Compared to the charm she exuded at this moment, the beauties at the banquet just now were just ordinary women. This was not just a difference in appearance, but more importantly...Cassandra held tremendous power and earth-shaking strength in her hands!

As her practice of "Emperor's Shocking World" deepened, her strength had reached the level of eight thousand horses, and she could even force open the cover of the time zero field, which was so terrifying.

Ange watched her drink up the remaining golden wine and said cautiously, "Ms. Volley, although the laws of each state in the United States are different, it is illegal for a 15-year-old to drink alcohol in any state."

"It's also illegal in the UK, but will you call the police to arrest me?" Cassandra shrugged, put the bottle next to her thigh, and stuck out her tongue playfully. "It's really disgusting. I don't understand why you adults like to get drunk. Life is obviously short enough, but you still pour this harmful substance into your organs and stir it without any care. As expected, I still prefer black tea, I want Ceylon tea, double milk and double sugar."

Ange finally realized that the girl was ordering him around, and reluctantly turned to the chest of drawers to get his treasured tea. "I have black tea from Darjeeling, fermented for ten years, with a rich aroma that won't be ruined by milk and sugar." He sprinkled the tea leaves into the bone china teapot, "Miss, although I think I'm very charming, what exactly attracted you to sneak into my office in the middle of the night? Let me tell you in advance, I don't want to be punched into two small cakes by Latan."

Cassandra smiled sweetly, took the hot Darjeeling tea from Ange, and brought it to her lips without rushing to drink it. She just said lightly: "I have to admit that you do have some charm, but... you are not loyal."

The already chilly temperature in Illinois in November suddenly dropped to a terrifyingly cold temperature. Ange's palm holding the tea tray trembled slightly, making the bone china tea set tinkle. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Miss Volley, I have not done anything to offend Latarn, nor have I revealed even a word of information that would be detrimental to Latarn."

"Then why haven't you handed over the position of principal yet?" Cassandra lowered her eyes and looked at the brown liquid mixed with tea and milk in the cup, which was as complex and unpredictable as her gaze.

Ange was a little dumbfounded: "What? But didn't Dumbledore also--"

"Professor Dumbledore is still the headmaster of Hogwarts in name, but everyone knows that Latan is the real leader." Cassandra sipped the sweet tea. "The White Wizard is very smart. He knew where to put himself a long time ago. And you, Hilbert Jean Ange, why didn't you give everything you have to Latan? Do you know that if loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyalty?"

The pressure of eight thousand magnetic field forces radiated, and Angé couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He couldn't help but recall the midsummer night in 1900 when the first generation of Lionheart Society members were annihilated. At that time, the dragon they faced was suspected to be the Dragon King. After being awakened from a long sleep, the remaining majesty and power were only equal to that of Cassandra in front of him.

"Are you hesitating?" Cassandra smiled, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent. The window glass of the office burst into pale cracks in the harsh sound, as if invisible ghost claws were scratching on it. "After witnessing the power and wisdom of Latan, you are still hesitating? Mr. Ange, I really don't know whether I should admire your courage or despise your stupidity."