Know Yourself in the Dragon World

On an abandoned street in Chicago, next to a trash can with a sour smell, a man sat naked against the wall.

The pain that the dragon state brings to the human body is enormous, especially when he has not yet regained his complete self.

"Ronald Tang..." he called softly.

"Constantine..." He called another person's name.

He closed his eyes tiredly. The sun was rising in the distance. Maybe he should go watch a sunrise.

Look at the sunshine shining on this city, bringing a touch of warmth and welcoming the sunrise.

The morning light is like fire, he was born to be flame, this is the morning light of fire that belongs to him.

But he still fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already dusk.

The sun gradually set, the sky was dyed orange-red, and the clouds seemed to be on fire, burning with brilliant colors.

A breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Ronald Tang shuddered and looked at the trash can beside him.

He began to rummage around and, with some luck, found a set of tattered clothes.

When you put it on, you look like a homeless person, both visually and in terms of taste.

But he had no other choice, he could only stagger forward, hunger pulling at his tail.

Tail? How can a person have a tail?

He really wants a hot dog now, one is not enough, three, five.

Eat until you are full, then hop on a Greyhound back to San Francisco.

How can he take Greyhound? Really, Ronald Tang has five million dollars, he can take a plane!

But he was a little reluctant to leave, because last month the director of the welfare home said that there were more and more homeless children.

This is the 21st century, known as the most civilized era in history. The word "civilization" was certainly not invented by homeless children.

Ahead was a busy enough street with street singers, the smell of hot dogs, and cars coming and going.

Pedestrians avoided Ronald Tang because he smelled so bad.

There is no shortage of homeless people like him on the streets of the United States, and everyone is used to it.

But it is still rare to see homeless people walking into banks. Ronald Tang walked into a bank and the security guard reached out to stop him.

"I'm here to get the money," he told the security guard in English.

The other party didn't seem to think that a homeless person could come to the bank to withdraw money and still wanted to kick him out.

"There's an ATM over there," one of the security guards said with a little sympathy.

"Thank you, thank you." Ronald Tang felt that there must be something wrong with his brain as he actually forgot about this.

But when he got to the ATM, he remembered that his wallet and clothes had been burned to ashes.

He looked at the hot dog machine in the distance with despair and helplessness, and swallowed.

"You are a disgrace to dragons." The consciousness of another guy in the body mocked.

"You just don't understand the beauty of this world." Ronald Tang smiled again, "If you want this body, you have to wait until I finish what I should do."

"I don't have that much time to wait." The consciousness said impatiently.

Ronald Tang felt the blood in his body surging, his hunger began to subside, and an unprecedented sense of strength burst out from every muscle.

"End this as soon as possible."

"I will." Ronald Tang took a fancy to a restaurant where there was a job opening notice.

He wanted to make some money, at least enough to go back to San Francisco.

Once he gets back home, he'll be able to find a way to get the money out and do everything he needs to do.

……

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Chen Runxi asked.

After Han Qiu got up in the morning, he seemed to have trouble seeing things clearly and even took the wrong cup for washing.

He hadn't expected the backlash of this Broken Word Spirit to be so severe, and he was thinking about using it on a girl someday.

"I didn't sleep well, I didn't sleep well." Han Qiu made up an excuse, took his textbook and walked out, accidentally bumping into the wall again.

"I think you should take a leave of absence and get some more sleep. With your current eyesight, it's doubtful whether you can even walk to the classroom." Chen Runxi said, trying not to laugh.

"You're right. Please send an email to Professor Manstein for me. I'll take one of his classes today," said Han Qiu.

"alright."

The martial law in the academy has been lifted and everything has returned to normal. Everyone is discussing last night's invasion.

A dragon king ran to Kassel College and caused trouble, but was finally beaten away by the principal and his colleagues.

On the forum, Finkel called this behavior ignorant, as he actually wanted to use Kassel College as a dungeon.

Where is this? This is Kassel College, a mixed-blood college founded for dragon slayers.

The Dragon King's behavior was no less provocative than a mouse running into a cat's nest.

In fact, Finkel didn't want to brag like this. He knew the true situation of the matter. He learned it from Lu Mingfei, and the vice-president also talked to him.

This was done on the forum and a series of news releases were issued in order to calm people and prevent students from panicking.

No matter what, mixed-bloods still have half the characteristics of humans and can be afraid and fearful.

As a witness to the accident, Caesar knew the purpose of Finkel's remarks. He sat in front of the computer and just smiled.

He felt that those who needed to believe in these words to comfort themselves were really lame. The real elites were not afraid of failure, nor were they afraid of becoming strong.

The cell phone on the corner of the table suddenly rang. It was the principal calling.

Could it be that Gattuso’s men have arrived?

"Hello, Principal." He was in high spirits.

"Caesar Gattuso, do you have time? I'd like to invite you to my office for a cup of hot tea."

"It is my great pleasure, Headmaster."

On the other end of the phone, Angé did not pick up his phone, but just looked at Ronald Tang on the computer screen. This guy was lying on a street in Chicago and snoring.

For Norma, it was not difficult to transmit real-time surveillance data from a camera in Chicago and make a phone call to Caesar Gattuso.

Of course, Ange didn't prepare tea, but if Caesar really wanted to drink it, he could make a pot on the spot.

"Principal, there's a phone call." Norma's voice suddenly came from the computer, "Pompey Gattuso."

"Answer it." said Ange.

"Oh, my dear Ange, how are you doing?" Pompey asked with a smile, and the sound of waves behind his words.

"What do you think? I just fought Norton last night."

"Then Norton must be in big trouble."

"He escaped, and the academy is not strong enough to keep him."

"Where's Frost? Didn't he bring anyone to help you?"

"He should still be on his way."

"It takes some time to get from Italy to Chicago, USA. That's normal."

Ange asked calmly: "Are you calling me just to chat?"

"It seems you are very busy and don't have time to chat with me."

"Do you think everyone is like you?" Ange smiled. "Which beach are you surfing at?"

"France, the beaches here are beautiful, I really recommend you to come and see them."

"Let's get down to business. I still have a lot of things to deal with."

"Leave the matter of Norton to Caesar," Pompey said, "Gattuso will support your plan."

"Is it Gattuso, or yourself?"

"What? Do you think that I, the head of the Gattuso family, cannot represent Gattuso?"

"I think Frost is more suitable than you. He also made the same request to me as you did."

"Oh? Then it seems that I made this call in vain. What are your plans?"

"Norton is still under surveillance. I am waiting for an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop." Angers added: "As for the person who will take on this important task, it is tentatively decided to be Caesar. He will lead the team to kill the King of Bronze and Fire. This is a gift from me to my students and has nothing to do with Gattuso."

"Where are you going to start?" Pompey suddenly became serious.

"Not sure. The expected destination is the Bronze Palace. Norton will definitely return there. However, the Elders' Council's suggestion is to resolve it as soon as possible to prevent any accidents."

"Where's Constantine?"

"He has been caught and is on his way back to the academy."

"Live?"

"Live."

Pompey gasped, "He made a move?"

"Ah."

"You are so generous. Well, since you plan to hand it over to Caesar, I have nothing to ask for. I wish you success."