Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

152 Caesar
Angers put down the black tea.

"Oh, Professor Schneider."

he said unexpectedly.

"I didn't expect that you would pick him up in person."

"After all, it is the S grade that Mr. Principal values."

The voice of the head of the executive department, like the collision of iron blocks, was heard in the cabin through the loudspeaker across a distance of thousands of miles.

"I'm very curious about what kind of students the principal values ​​so much."

"Mingfei."

Ange smiled and sighed.

"He's a good boy."

"I will confirm with these eyes of mine."

"That's great."

Anglo has the politeness of an old-fashioned British gentleman.

"I believe that Mingfei's child will definitely satisfy you."

"Oh, it should be."

"To please everyone."

The unpleasant laughter of the head of the executive department resounded in the cabin, and the bleak wind outside the ship made one's heart shudder.

"Mr. Principal, you still believe in this child as always."

"but."

Schneider said.

"According to the observation report submitted by the commissioner, this child from the Far East does seem to have qualities worthy of attention."

Angers smiled and nodded. Even if he was the only one in the cabin, the legendary dragon slayer always maintained an impeccable demeanor. Even the most demanding court etiquette teacher could not tell any mistakes and omissions, it was perfect.

"Glad you realize that."

"Mingfei's excellence is beyond doubt."

The head of the executive department smiled coldly twice.

"I hope that our respected Mr. Principal has not forgotten that in a world of mixed races, excellence also means danger."

"No no no."

Ange said humbly.

"Mingfei is different."

"hope so."

"That's why I want to confirm it with my own eyes."

"Also, Kassel's side."

Schneider said.

"Tomorrow is Freedom Day. If you don't come here, Mr. Principal, our talented students may do something. Maybe when you return to Chicago, there may be only ruins left in Kassel."

He laughed badly.

"You know, both the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club have students who entered the equipment department for internships in advance."

It was very rare that when the head of the executive department said the term equipment department, the legendary dragon slayer, who had always been calm and unhurried, rubbed the center of his brow lightly for the first time, showing a distressed expression.

"It seems that it is necessary for me to re-talk with Minister Mohammad."

He shook his head slightly.

"As for the free day you are worried about, Professor Schneider."

The old man smiled brightly.

"That is the prize that the children won from us with their excellent performance."

"It's a good character to be willing to bet and admit defeat."

"Trust the kids, they will surprise us in return."

"All I know is that they are becoming less and less qualified soldiers."

"But you don't need soldiers to slay a dragon."

Angers emphasized.

"It's the leader."

Schneider was silent for a long time.

In the cabin, only the wind on the river echoed endlessly.

"perhaps you're right."

Schneider's voice was low.

"Just soldiers are not enough to slay a dragon."

Angers knew what this man was thinking.

Operations in Greenland that year.

The team led by Schneider was almost wiped out.

He was also seriously injured in that mission, and in the end he could only wear a mask and drag an oxygen trolley, lingering in this inhuman and ghost-like appearance.

So, Angers will say that Schneider is the same person as him.

Even sometimes he doubts.

What was beating in his left chest was his heart, or the fire of revenge.

"Take it easy, my friend."

Ange said heartily.

"If you're really worried about those children, you should be in time to pick Mingfei up tomorrow."

"Clean up the mess?"

Schneider snorted.

"I greeted Professor Manstein, and he will help watch before those guys tear down Kassel."

"Manstein."

Angers thought about it.

"He is a teacher who takes his work very seriously."

Neither of them spoke after that.

Fingers caressing the Ming Dynasty white porcelain teacup.

The black tea is already cold.

Angers felt a little strange.

He has always maintained the habit of waiting for others to hang up first.

Patience is also a virtue.

Only this time, why did Professor Schneider not talk or hang up? Is there anything else that needs to be reported?

Finally, the voice of the head of the executive department sounded again.

he said stiffly.

"Can Mr. Vice Principal," help call these girls back?

"Girls?"

Angers raised his eyebrows and smiled interestedly.

……

Kassel, Norton Tube, Conference Room.

The majestic blond boy sat at the main seat, with his hunting knife, Dicratos named after the Roman consul, lying across his lap.

Majestic and big boy seem to be two opposite words. The former should be followed by something like "man". How can you use majestic to describe a big boy?
But it is so harmonious when placed on the person sitting on the throne.

He has a strong physique like a Greek sculpture, and Cassel's uniform is stretched so tightly by his muscles that it is enough to make countless girls scream and blush.

He simply sits there like a huge mountain, making the weak subconsciously surrender their trust and choose to rely on it, and making the strong submissive and willing to follow.

But his eyes are so bright, inside is the enthusiasm and desire like the rising sun, the desire to get all the things he likes, it is not arrogant, it should be taken for granted.

Caesar Gattuso.

Born to inherit the name of the great emperor.

This shows how optimistic his family is about the future of this baby.

However, according to the words of this big boy.

"As long as I am great enough, I am the only Caesar."

No need for more words, this sentence is the best footnote for this big boy.

He didn't say ambitiously that he wanted to make a great achievement, to rival that great emperor.

Because it is comparable to the Great Emperor, he is not in his eyes at all.

He will surpass that great emperor in his life.

No doubt.

This is what it should be.

A hundred years later, the world will only remember one Caesar.

That's him.

Caesar Gattuso.

As for industry.

Leading the mixed race to kill the Dragon King sounds good.

Everyone knows that the four dragon kings will recover one after another in the past few years.

Then someone has to send those old relics back to the grave.

Caesar never doubted that this person would be himself.

Some people are born leaders.

Like him, Caesar.

At this moment, he is preparing for tomorrow's battle.

In order to completely defeat his old enemy.

In the conference room, on the left and right sides of the long table were the leaders of the various departments of the Student Union. They had solemn and meticulous faces, and the four characters "I am an elite" were deeply written on their faces.

Modern society respects equality and democracy. They dig out the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table from the pile of waste papers, and use them as proof. After all, the legendary knight king governs the country equally with his knights. How noble it is Why don't future generations choose to emulate the virtues of
But Caesar scoffed.

Roundtable?

Equal democracy?

What a joke!
In his eyes, democracy means inefficiency.

A bill goes from proposal to speech to persuasion and finally to pass.

At least three days have passed.

This is simply a crime!
Although there are many mistakes and omissions in the book of mob, and it is extremely boring, it makes people yawn after reading it.

But there is still some truth to some of the words in it.

Groups such as the People need to channel this.

Caesar thought so.

He was born to be the one to lead.

You don't need anything else, just follow Me faithfully.

I will lead you from one victory to the next.

Just enjoy honorary flowers and applause.

In his inauguration speech as student body president, Caesar said something similar.

And then he did it all with undisputed actions.

Under the leadership of Caesar, the Student Union became the number one student association in Kassel, firmly overtaking the Lionheart Club, an established organization.

Even if the president of the Lion Heart this year is Chu Zihang.

This fact cannot be changed.

Tomorrow, free day.

He will fight against Chu Zihang with Kassel as the battlefield.

Caesar bet on his Bugatti Veyron, and Chu Zihang bet on his saber Murame.

This is the battle to decide who is the real leader.

As for the outcome of the battle.

Caesar smiled and took a sip of champagne.

The other side of the meeting room is filled with buffet food and champagne towers.

Is there any suspense in the battle? Victory will eventually belong to Caesar.

This is an extremely fragmented picture. In the same space, there is a cold battle meeting on one side, and delicious food and wine on the other, like a banquet.

But if it is Caesar who does this kind of thing, think about the character of this boy, and the logic suddenly makes sense.

He's the kind of idiot who pops champagne before a game to celebrate a victory.

What's more, just the level of food and wine is too restrained for Caesar.

He put down the champagne and met everyone's eyes.

"Where's Rosalia?"

Caesar asked.

The elites of the student union exchanged glances quietly.

Rosalia is the head of a special department called the Lace Girls in the student union led by Caesar.

As for how special this department is, don't you think of the name Lace Girls Group?

For example, in the Kassel Swimsuit Contest hosted by the vice principal in previous years, seven of the top ten were members of the Lace Girls Group.

You have seen how powerful the girl group is.

The person in charge of the secretarial department spoke.

"Rosalia received a special mission issued by the vice-principal, and she led the Lace Girls Group out of Kassel yesterday."

"Well, I see."

Caesar nodded.

Although it is a pity that there is no dance by the lace girl group, Caesar doesn't care. All he thinks about is Chu Zihang. The blood has already begun to boil.

"Now that everyone is here, the Freedom Day combat meeting will officially begin."

Caesar said.

First, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Information got up to speak.

He distributed a copy to each of them.

"Top secret information."

The deputy minister looked serious.

"According to reliable sources, Chu Zihang has been staying in China since June, and seems to be contacting a new student."

"newborn?"

Someone frowned slightly.

Someone muttered to themselves.

It is normal for them to behave like this. After all, who is Chu Zihang, it is not unusual for Caesar to regard him as an old enemy.

To put it in an easy-to-understand way, if someone tells them that Caesar spent three months contacting a middle school student who has not yet entered Kassel.

All the elites of the Student Union here have to wonder if something is wrong with the world.

Or maybe it's just fake news.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say it."

Someone stood up and looked at the Deputy Minister of Information after receiving the acquiescence in Caesar's eyes.

"Is this news true?"

"Chu Zihang will waste three months for a freshman."

"I honestly can't believe it."

"Of course it is true!"

The deputy minister's professional level was questioned, and he raised his voice angrily.

"This is the information that our minister risked his life to find out!"

"I know what you're suspecting!"

"Of course, an ordinary freshman is not worth the time of the President of the Lionheart Club."

"but."

The deputy director of the news department looked at everyone seriously.

It wasn't until the chief Caesar lowered his gaze humbly.

Just listen to him say in a deep voice.

"What if this freshman is an S-rank?"

Everyone was stunned for a while.

What did they hear?
S class!
In an instant, the elites of the student union frequently exchanged glances, either confused or surprised or dazed. If Caesar hadn't been sitting at the main seat, the meeting room would have been boiling like porridge.

"Oh, S-Class."

Caesar said with great interest.

"Is it the news from your minister?"

"I remember his name is..."

"Fingal."

The secretary reminded me in a low voice.

"Well, Fingal."

Caesar nodded very naturally.

"Speaking of which, why didn't he attend the meeting?"

The deputy director of the Ministry of Information's eyes wandered.

"The minister said that he is desperately probing the intelligence of the S-class freshmen, and hopes that the chairman can support part of the activity funds."

The secretary reminded again in a low voice.

"Fingal has been late for three years in a row."

Caesar looked surprised.

"Three years! Wait, aren't the seniors all on missions? Why did he return to Kassel?"

"Strictly speaking, this year marks Fingel's seventh year in Kassel."

"Retain a grade?"

"Exactly."

Caesar smiled and shook his head, having gained a new understanding of the talented student union.

"Interesting person."

He said.

Caesar looked at the deputy director of the news department.

"Has your officer said, how much money do you want?"

The deputy minister was about to speak, but was interrupted by Caesar.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Caesar casually threw out a black card.

"Citibank's Centurion Card, with a limit of 1000 million US dollars."

"I want all of Chu Zihang's itinerary."

The deputy head of the news department resisted the urge to slip on his knees and kiss the upper of Caesar's shoe.

Damn, can idiots get infected after staying with Fingal for a long time!

Trembling, he pressed the centurion card.

"Yes, as you wish, I mean, Chu Zihang's itinerary, this is..."

He talked on the phone in a daze, Caesar didn't urge or frown, he just looked at the other party quietly with his blue sky-like eyes with a warm smile.

No matter who it is, believe me, no matter who is stared at by Caesar like this, they will definitely have the idea of ​​"it doesn't matter if you die for this man".

But before you decide to do so, Caesar will pat you on the shoulder vigorously, pull you back, and then say something heartily.

"How can I let people who trust me charge forward!"

"Look at my back, follow me!"

"I'll make the way."

This is what is called a leader.

Caesar was never someone who could talk and laugh while watching his men die.

If you really want to die.

He did his part.

The excitement passed, the deputy minister suddenly remembered.

"Well, don't you need the information of S-level freshmen?"

"Judging from Chu Zihang's actions, the president of the Lionheart Club seems to be planning to take the S-level freshmen into his bag."

"No matter how you say it, it's S-rank."

"Should we take some action."

After he finished speaking, Caesar nodded.

He glanced around the heads of various departments of the student union present.

Naturally majestic deep voice.

"Does anyone have anything to say about this S-level freshman?"

The elites looked at each other in blank dismay.

Finally someone raised his hand.

"I also think that action should be taken, and the Lionheart cannot get an S rank so easily."

"I have a different opinion, S-rank, I'm sorry, I can't imagine anyone whose rank is higher than the president, even if the Lionheart gets this new student, so what, we have Caesar!"

In an instant, this sentence aroused widespread resonance.

"Yes, we have Caesar!"

"Chu Zihang is nothing more than that, let him pursue S-level, the two of them together, can't compete with the student union led by Caesar."

"Did you make a mistake!"

"I admit that Caesar is a unique leader, but S-rank, do you know what an S-rank is?"

"The only S-level in Kassel is the principal!"

"Don't be surprised, a guy who didn't even pass the 3E exam, who knows how much water is in his S!"

Soon, the meeting room became noisy, and the elites of the student union had differences in their attitudes towards the S-class. They were divided into two parties and each held their own opinions. Some people thought that the S-class was extremely special, and it was enough to change the balance of power between the student union and the Lionheart Club. An important bargaining chip, they must not give it up, and easily give the S-rank to the Lion Heart.

There are also people who are dismissive. On the one hand, they have doubts about the importance of S-level, and on the other hand, the reason is quite simple.

They have Caesar.

They firmly believed that as long as they followed Caesar, no matter who was in front, they would not be able to stop themselves and others from advancing.

Caesar watched quietly, and did not end.

Just waiting for people's emotions to calm down.

The conference room returned to silence.

Caesar just spoke.

"To be honest, I don't care about that S-rank."

"If his strength is not worthy of his class."

"Whatever he is."

"If his strength is worthy."

Caesar smiled.

"It's up to him."

The elites of the student union looked puzzled.

Just listen to Caesar continue.

"Because all elites should join the student union."

"There is no doubt about it."

Someone applauds.

Many people followed suit and applauded.

They blushed with excitement.

He looked at the man on the throne with reverence.

Yes, that's it.

All outstanding people, all elites, should enter the student union!
All should join Caesar and follow him.

Just like the sun rises and the moon sets, like spring goes and autumn comes.

This is as it should be.

At the same time, they deeply reflect on their previous performance.

Innocent!

How naive!

Look what they have done.

Actually arguing over a freshman.

Even if this person is S rank.

So what?

They have Caesar.

And as Caesar said.

If the S-level freshman lives up to his name.

He should join the student union.

There is no other possibility.

(End of this chapter)