Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 172 The authority of the S-level and the choice of the vice-principal
The test was suspended, and Lu Mingfei went to eat to replenish his strength. Although the previous project did not cause him much consumption, but only three elbows were obviously not enough to satisfy the appetite of S-class. Who can refuse the temptation of a big meal?

The masters discussed in a dedicated room.

They held the experimental data so far, or squeezed their chins and meditated, or sketched on paper.

Suddenly it was dark, and someone turned off the light.

"Perhaps we need to revisit this."

The vice principal said, and pressed the remote control.

The rest of the people cast their eyes on the only light source, which was the projection screen.

The screen appeared.

Focus on a bleeding thigh.

Immediately someone remembered, especially Finger, this scene was all too familiar, it happened half an hour ago, the vice-principal used his thigh as a material, allowing everyone to witness the words of the blood of the Black King for the first time.

Looking at his bloody thigh on the recording screen, Fingel wrinkled his face and said nothing, but when he touched the card that the vice-principal stuffed in his pocket not long ago, his aggrieved expression disappeared instantly At this moment, he can even describe it as elated.

He saw that his wound was healing, the camera focused on Fingal's thigh, every pink granulation was clearly visible, the masters were paying attention, no matter how many times he saw this kind of thing that only existed in fantasy works, he could give The shock with people is always unparalleled.

"All right."

The screen paused, and the vice-principal took a deep look before turning around.

"You found out."

Fingel looked around in a daze, and saw that everyone except himself was thoughtful, even Guderian.

Oh, he almost forgot, although his mentor is a bit off-line, his academic level is really unspeakable.

"The quality is increasing."

someone said.

"This is it."

The vice principal nodded.

"Although we still don't know the basic principle of Xinyanling's effect."

"But judging from the current performance, since the S-Class can heal the wounds caused by the fruit knife within 1 minute, and even heal as before, we have reason to believe that the rebirth of severed limbs is not impossible for the S-Class."

"indeed."

The masters nodded in agreement.

Fingel widened his eyes and looked around, and nodded when you all understood something. Could you please come out and explain it to me personally.

Perhaps because they heard his voice, someone echoed the vice-principal's words.

"Your knife made the material lose about 20 grams of quality, including blood and a certain amount of meat, but after the S-level used Lingling, all the lost quality of the material was recovered in a short period of time. My guess is vitality , or some other term, in short, it refers to similar substances, as we all know, counting all the hormones or catalysts we have discovered so far, none of them can achieve the effect of S-level speech. "

"So, it can be hypothesized that there is a mysterious substance, or energy, that we have not yet discovered."

The man shrugged.

"After all, we are still unable to determine the form of existence of this thing."

"Let's call him vitality. In short, when the S-level uses the speech spirit, the vitality of the receptors starts to work. They are secreted in large quantities, and the tissue and flesh of the body are produced with terrifying efficiency, and they seem to have a certain memory ability."

"Please look at these two pictures."

The projection screen is divided into left and right sides, showing two chapters of thigh pictures.

Obviously, they are all Fingal's thighs.

There is almost no difference between the two.

"It's pre-injury material."

He pokes a laser pointer over the picture on the left.

"This is the material after S-level treatment."

Listening to the master's introduction of materials one by one, Fingel always felt that there seemed to be something strange, and he even wondered if there was a stamp on his butt that said "quarantine qualified".

"Did you find out?"

"There's almost no difference."

"Perfect treatment."

"Do not."

The man said solemnly.

"Note that using the word almost is not accurate."

"It should be completely, completely."

"Even, including hair."

He clicked on the laser pointer.

A number jumped out of the two chapters of the photo.

Exactly the same number.

"Even the hair has completely recovered, not a single one."

"So we guess that there is a fixed model for the way the vitality works. We can assume that the material state before the injury is model A, and the injured state is model B. The S-level speech spirit restores model B to model A."

"So, can anyone tell me?"

This person frowned, probably not because he asked a question with a preset answer, but because he was genuinely confused.

"Who recorded these models?"

"Is it a receptor? Or is it an S-class that uses the spirit of speech?"

"In other words, the S-level speech spirit is to help the receptor recover to the state that the receptor wants to restore."

"It's better to return to the state that S-rank wants."

"If it's the former, then the S-level speech spirit is powerful, but at best it's just a combustion aid, or fuel. After all, we don't know whether the vitality is generated by the receptor itself or provided by the S-level."

"These two situations are easy to understand. One is that the S-class activated the vitality of the receptor, causing it to start to heal itself quickly, and the other is that the S-class actively provided the vitality for it to heal."

Having said this, he smiled.

"Of course, I'm more inclined to conjecture about the accelerant. It's more realistic to turn on the rapid self-healing function of the receptor than to complete the transmission of vitality through eye contact."

"Reality?"

Someone laughed.

"You actually demand reality from an S-level speech spirit, what are you kidding?"

The man shrugged.

"Well, I know, I know, things like miracles don't make sense, but it's also my own selfishness to speculate on accelerants."

"After all, this means that the state of rapid self-healing exists in everyone's body. We only need to find its switch, and maybe we can do it..."

He pursed his lips.

"Reproduced the S-level word spirit."

Everyone is silent.

The matter of replicating the language spirit sounds like a fantasy, but for scholars of mixed race, there is a precedent.

To give a recent example, hypnosis.

Words that ordinary people have heard of, can even be said to be famous, and frequently appear in various literary works. Even psychologists can master certain skills through learning to achieve similar effects.

But unlike ordinary people's imagination, the technique of hypnosis is not a flash of inspiration from a genius, but directly derived from the mixed race, or to be precise, from the dragon's speech spirit.

Serial number 14: Hypnosis.

Scholars conducted research on this language, summed up their experience and then popularized it. After a long period of evolution, the hypnotic technique that even ordinary people can use today is now available.

There are even rumors that the discovery and application of electricity is closely related to certain language spirits.

There was one person present, Turing. Everyone knew that he opened the curtain of the information age, but rumors spread that Turing was a computer designed according to a language spirit called "Eye of the Sky".

Of course, Professor Turing never responded positively to this news.

Having said that, with all these things in front of us, it is reasonable for the masters to attach so much importance to the Xinyan Linghui awakened by Lu Mingfei.

A brand-new language spirit means a brand-new research field, and countless achievements are waiting for them.

"Words are more mysterious than we imagined."

The vice principal said leisurely.

"Remember the definition of this thing?"

"By singing the dragon language, a special field is opened, and the world in the field is ordered."

The old cowboy is full of fascination.

"Did you hear that, his point is, order."

"This is authority."

"If your guess is correct, there really is a switch in the human body that can control rapid self-healing."

"However, we can't use it without authority."

"You know it too, Dragon Language. Let's take Little Manstein's snake as an example. We all know how to read this language."

As he spoke, the old man cleared his throat and recited a long section of complicated and ancient language.

"This is the Dragon Word of the Word Spirit Snake."

He said.

"But, unfortunately, nothing happened."

"Without a corresponding bloodline, or in other words, without a corresponding authority, even if we have learned the dragon language, it is just an extra level of foreign language mastery, which will not help in the slightest to display the spirit of speech."

"Similar to this, such as the emperor."

"It seems that anyone can use this word spirit, but is it really so? Legend has it that once the black king uses the emperor, all the dragons from all over the world will have to come to see him. As for us, we can only impress the mixed race, and the effect is better than that of a dragon." A Hollywood tearjerker is no better."

"Is such an emperor still a real emperor?"

The vice principal spread his hands.

"The answer is obvious, of course not. The real emperor can only be used by the co-lord of the dragon clan. It is the supreme authority that belongs to him alone. No creature other than him can use it. This is the power of dragons and our hybrids. Nature."

"authority."

"I've said so much, you should be able to understand, even if it is confirmed that everyone has a rapid self-healing function, but we are not S poles, and we don't have the authority to press the switch at all."

Everyone looked a little depressed.

Just listen to the vice principal continue.

"but."

Seeing that everyone in the room focused their eyes, the vice-principal chuckled.

"However, even if we don't have the authority to press the switch, as long as we prove the existence of the concept of vitality, the treasures inside are enough for us to spend a lifetime exploring."

"S-rank is certainly powerful, but he is only one person after all. Think about it, if we master the mystery of vitality, what does that mean?"

"Well, I don't know if all of you here have played games."

"For example, in World of Warcraft, there is an item in it. We all call it a blood bottle. Drinking it can restore vitality."

"Perhaps, we may not be able to manufacture such a drug."

The old cowboy blinked.

The masters lowered their heads in deep thought, and their cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

Under the auspices of the vice-principal, the latest test plan for the S-level speech spirit was released soon.

There are two main research objectives.

One is to determine the existence of the concept of "life force" and its specific form of existence.

One is to determine who is the judge of the treatment model, that is, whether the S-level casts the spirit of speech, whether to restore the recipient to the healthy state that the S-level thinks, or the healthy state that the recipient thinks.

Regarding the second target, the vice-principal hesitated to speak several times, his brows were deeply furrowed, someone keenly noticed his abnormality, and asked immediately.

"Do you have anything to add?"

The vice-principal’s cynicism can be interpreted as the personal character of the master. As long as it doesn’t cause trouble or harm to others, everything is up to him. Those present are all insiders. It won’t lead to the idea that scientists should not only devote themselves to scientific progress, but also can’t buy a car. Can't buy a house, and can't have ridiculous thoughts about a personal life.

So, their respect for the vice-principal is not fake, but from the heart. After all, the title of the top alchemist in the West is not blown out, and no one can question his talent.

"I have an idea about the judge of the model."

After a pause, the vice principal laughed at himself.

"Forget it, it's unnecessary, the possibility is too low, let's do this first, call Xiao Mingfei over, let's continue."

When Lu Mingfei returned to the test room, he was surprised to see the vice principal inside.

This scruffy old cowboy was carrying brandy and poured it into his mouth one after another. When he saw Lu Mingfei coming, he showed a big smile.

"Will you have a bite?"

He enthusiastically handed the brandy to Lu Mingfei.

The pungent smell of alcohol made the boy frowned.

"Forget it, a gentleman doesn't take what others like, you'd better enjoy it yourself."

He politely pushed the bottle away.

"Young man, young man."

The old cowboy shook his head regretfully, and took another sip for himself.

"What about the test?"

Lu Mingfei asked straightforwardly.

"What's next?"

"Continue with what you just did, and regenerate the severed limb."

The vice principal burped in embarrassment and wiped his saliva.

He smiled and explained to Lu Mingfei.

"Just now we tested the effect of your speech spirit on years of wounds. Unfortunately, it didn't work, but that doesn't mean you can't regenerate a severed limb."

"What if it's a freshly severed limb?"

"Based on the performance of your words, logically speaking, as long as it is a new injury, even an injury such as a broken limb, it should be healable."

"New injury?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

"I remember you said that you would not use living people for experiments."

This is what the vice-principal swore not long ago, and Lu Mingfei cooperated with the test project because of the guarantee of the other party. After all, once some openings are opened, there will be endless troubles. If they want to test the rebirth of severed limbs, they can cut off the janitor on the spot. Arm, then they can also kill in the name of research in order to test the resurrection.

This is what Lu Mingfei doesn't want to see.

"Relax, relax."

The old cowboy smiled cheerfully.

"Do you think I look like the kind of person who doesn't count?"

"picture."

The vice-principal took a sip of his drink.

"Xiao Mingfei, do you know what the art of speaking is?"

"So you also admit that your words are not credible?"

"Cough cough."

The vice principal looked away guiltily.

If his words were to be believed, Manstein Jr. wouldn't have been struggling until he entered Kassel before he knew he had such a father.

"Okay, hurry up, we are going to start the test."

The vice-principal changed the subject solemnly.

"That's why I said if you..."

The vice-principal raised his hand.

"it's me."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

The old cowboy smiled triumphantly and narrowed his eyes.

"The person who cooperates with your test in this project is me."

"Reborn from a severed limb?"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei looked the vice principal up and down.

There is no abnormality in the exposed body parts.

No missing arms or legs, no broken fingers.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Lu Mingfei suspiciously followed the fat waist of the old cowboy all the way down to his crotch...

"Look, you little brat!"

The vice principal said angrily.

"Well, I didn't know you were..."

"Stop your baseless fantasies, I'm a man! Absolutely a man!"

The old cowboy waved the wine bottle with a beard and a stare.

"Didn't you hear me, new injury! It's a new injury!"

He grabbed the paring knife, the same one that Fingel had stabbed not long ago.

The vice-principal grumbled.

"That bastard Fingal, I told him that he wouldn't come for the canteen discount card. Didn't he just chop off his finger? He said that the S-class can be cured, tsk!"

Lu Mingfei frowned.

He was really surprised now.

"Are you... going to stab yourself?"

"Of course!"

The vice principal said angrily.

"Anyway, to study this kind of thing, the data collected by yourself is the most reliable. What's the point of just reading other people's reports, but I haven't experienced your words in person, and I've always been separated by layers of membranes. Hehe, you know what I'm talking about. Bar."

The old cowboy showed a smile that any man could understand.

Lu Mingfei didn't smile.

He suddenly felt that although the old man at this moment was still the same slovenly, unkempt, and glib, there was something awe-inspiring about him inexplicably.

The title of the top alchemy master in the West is not against him at all.

It's not that Lu Mingfei has never seen that kind of person.

He was full of righteousness, but he hid at the back when he charged, calling others to sacrifice.

They may have reasons of one kind or another, bright or noble, but look at what they do, they live to the end, talking about thinking about the overall situation, and when it comes to sacrifices, or just paying for such things, they put other People push out.

Lu Mingfei didn't like this kind of person.

Just now, he thought that the vice-principal did the same, ordering others to sacrifice in the name of testing the new language.

Even if one's own words can be healed, there are still certain risks after all.

But unexpectedly, the person who the vice principal chose to sacrifice and take the risk was himself.

…………

"You have a respectable father."

Schneider said.

Manstein didn't answer.

He looked deeply at the scruffy old man in the room holding a wine bottle.

Cut off his limbs by himself to test his new language with the S-level.

When everyone fell into silence on the issue of candidates, no one expected that the person who stood up in the end would be the vice principal.

He said nonchalantly.

"Where can I find such a good thing, experience the words of the blood of the Black King for yourself, if you don't go up, I will go up, hehehe."

Immediately, Schneider, Manstein, and most of the masters spoke one after another, trying to replace the vice principal.

Guderian, who was belatedly aware, also yelled twice.

However, it didn't work.

The vice-principal is the one with the highest status among the people present.

Even if Angers is here, his words may not be as effective as the old cowboy.

Warriors and scholars belong to two different systems.

No matter how resounding the name of the Legendary Dragon Slayer of Anger was, for the masters, it was not as interesting as the S-level healing words.

The treatment may be able to research something, but time zero is not even a place to start.

So, when the highest-ranking and most influential vice-principal made a decision, they could only obey.

What's more, this decision doesn't require them to pay anything. The person who has to bear the risk is the vice principal himself.

"Compared to father."

Manstein said.

"He is a qualified alchemist."

…………

"You... what are you doing!"

"A severed limb."

"The slippers are..."

The vice-principal, who was struggling to tear off the socks, rolled his eyes angrily.

"Where do you think I'm going to chop off, of course it's my toes. If you fail, I can barely accept it. If I cut off my fingers, how can I dance with girls!"

"I thought your fingers would be used for alchemy experiments..."

"Haha, what nonsense, I can draw a matrix for you with my feet for such a simple matter as alchemy!"

The vice-principal smiled boldly, and held a fruit knife on his little toe, gesticulating back and forth, grinning for a while, but didn't cut it off.

"Need help?"

Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid you'll lose your entire foot with the knife!"

The vice-principal muttered, his eyes closed, his heart froze, and he raised his knife and dropped it.

"Oh oh oh!"

The old cowboy hugged his feet and wailed.

Lu Mingfei: ...

"That, you missed it."

The wailing stopped suddenly.

The vice principal looked down at his unharmed toes.

"No wonder I don't feel any pain."

In the next room, the original solemnity suddenly became subtle after the vice-principal started crying.

Schneider remembered what he had just said to Manstein.

Suddenly a little awkward.

Manstein rolled the dead fish's eyes.

"I knew it was going to turn out like this."

…………

"Forget it, leave it to me."

Lu Mingfei took the fruit knife and tapped it neatly on the vice principal's toe.

Before the old cowboy cried, he looked the vice principal in the eyes.

"do not die."

The masters stared at the wound on the vice principal's toe.

Not surprisingly, a miracle happened.

The same picture as Fingal began to play out.

But it's more exaggerated than that.

Bones, even bones, are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if all the people present were not all mixed race presidents, their dynamic eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people, and they might not even be able to see clearly the scene of the vice principal growing flesh and blood.

too fast.

The vice principal covered his mouth tightly.

He widened his eyes and explained his wound motionlessly.

He felt the tingling feeling that Fingel mentioned.

Besides, is there anything else?

Can you feel the life force, the life force that makes the wound recover?

The vice-principal was concentrating.

Unfortunately, until the last layer of skin was covered, he didn't grasp any feeling of life force.

Perhaps, it can only be observed through instruments.

he thinks.

"That's right, Xiao Mingfei!"

"How do you feel, is it exhausting?"

"Fortunately."

Lu Mingfei had a slight reaction.

"It's about the same as my consumption of running five kilometers."

"Five kilometers, then..."

The vice principal suddenly discovered the point.

"You mean, five kilometers for you!"

"Ah."

The masters also reacted.

Everyone knows that the overall physique of the mixed race is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Not to mention the S-rank at the peak of the mixed race.

For him, the five kilometers may be just the level of a walk for ordinary people.

"good, very good!"

The vice principal clapped his hands.

"Your consumption is much lower than we imagined."

"The main reason is that your S-level physique is here. Five kilometers may be a burden to others, but it is not worth mentioning to you."

"That being the case, we expect the test to be completed in a day, perhaps by noon today."

After speaking, the vice-principal immediately dictated his feelings, and wrote down all the numbness he had experienced before and the fruitless experience of searching for vitality.

His face was pale, especially emphasizing the fact that the receptors would be consumed enormously, guessing that maybe this was the proof of the existence of vitality.

Then there is one test after another.

The candidates are all volunteers, the master's assistant and a few younger professors.

After the first few attempts to sense life force by themselves failed, they quickly used the detection equipment.

But progress toward this research goal remains discouraging.

They have never been able to find a tangible proof of what forces caused the wound to heal.

In stark contrast, there is another experimental goal.

Conjectures about model judges.

The progress is quite gratifying, even to an unexpected degree.

"The above are the requirements of this project."

"Xiao Mingfei, you are still the same as before, the point is Schneider, when Xiao Mingfei uses the spirit of speech, you have to start imagining yourself a few years ago, it is best to give yourself a strong hint, telling yourself to recover to before the serious injury. "

"receive."

Schneider chopped off his little finger.

He even smiled at Lu Mingfei.

"I leave it to you, S-Class."

"rest assured."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"I will not let the minister step onto the battlefield with his finger cut off."

He looked directly into Schneider's eyes while saying don't die.

Immediately, when Schneider heard S-rank utter the obscure dragon text, he used hypnosis to give himself a strong hint that he could completely recover his health with the help of S-rank's speech spirit.

Unfortunately, it failed.

Schneider's newly grown fingers were, indeed, exactly the same as the previous ones.

But other than that, injuries to other parts of the body still exist.

So the S-level treatment has nothing to do with the recipient's personal wishes?
The masters thought.

The isolated cases were not convincing, and they recruited a few specialists in the executive department. It couldn't be easier to pick a few injured people among the young people who charged at the forefront of dragon slaying day and night.

At the same time, in order to strengthen the effect of the suggestion, they specially invited Professor Masashi Toyama, who was hypnotized by the spirit of words, and with his help, the effect of the experiment was even more remarkable.

But unfortunately, the result remains the same.

"For the time being, it can be confirmed that the effect of S-level speech has nothing to do with the willingness of the recipient."

"So is the treatment completed according to the judgment of S-level?"

"So, I have an idea. Do you think that the S-rank can control the degree of his healing? As long as he is willing, a person can heal himself indefinitely until he exhausts his own energy and dies."

"Your statement reminds me of cancer cells. It's very interesting. Maybe this healing word spirit can be developed in the direction of powerful single-target killing."

Scholars discussed in twos and threes.

"before this."

said the vice principal.

"We're not sure yet, testing continues."

Scholars are not surprised. Research is such a process. It doesn’t mean that if A is wrong, B must be right. At least it needs to go through experiments to make a judgment. Maybe A and B are wrong together, but no one has thought of the correct answer. C.

Just like the debate on the nature of light in physics, one group of people thinks that light is a wave, and another wave of people thinks that light is a particle. They have been arguing there for a century, and the most common cognition so far is, Light is both a wave and a particle, that is, the wave-particle duality of light.

It’s no wonder that some people speculate that the real world is the Matrix, or it’s just a story in a book. The seemingly stable daily world, when enlarged to the micro level, presents an unexplainable disordered state, like garbled characters.

At this moment, the S-level speech spirit also showed a maddening wave-particle duality.

But not with light.

Light is both A and B.

Lu Mingfei was different.

He is neither A nor B.

The masters were surprised to find that even if Lu Mingfei stared at Schneider's young photo for 10 minutes, which was completely imprinted in his mind, and then used the spirit of words on Schneider, the head of the executive department only recovered the wound just caused, and other parts did appear. There was a tingling sensation, but it didn't change.

And this kind of itching also appeared in the last test.

Subsequent experiments also had the same result.

The masters are going crazy.

It is neither S-class nor receptor, so who made the judgment?
Does the wound still have the brain to judge for itself how far to recover?
What a joke!
Compared to this, the masters are more willing to believe in another possibility.

That is, there is a third party.

The third party in the dark, when the S-level uses the word spirit, the receptors begin to secrete a large amount of vitality, and the third party in the dark appears.

As elusive as a ghost and as high as a god, he determines how far the wound should heal.

Of course, many more theories have been proposed.

The masters debated.

And Lu Mingfei's work has come to an end.

Research is a lengthy task, just as Rome cannot be completed in a day, Kassel's institutions such as the Executive Department and Equipment Department of the Professors Group have signed a long-term contract with Lu Mingfei, under the premise of S and personal wishes I asked him to cooperate with the research, and gave a considerable reward.

Of course, the mere compensation is nothing compared to the friendship of these institutions.

Needless to say, the Equipment Department, Minister Mohamed patted his fish tank and assured Lu Mingfei that they would bomb whoever the S-class wanted in the future. A seamless explosion sent that old guy back to heaven!
Lu Mingfei felt that there was nothing wrong with the enthusiasm of the equipment department, but he always felt that their enthusiasm would be very troublesome.

Of course, the most important thing is the professors in Kassel.

It can be said that if Lu Mingfei and Anger were placed in front of the professors together, the words of the former would be more effective than the principal.

Lu Mingfei was not able to cooperate with their research, what was there in Angers, it was just a rude butcher.

Lu Mingfei, who slapped his face hard in front of the professors, can basically walk sideways in Kassel without any problem.

What's more, if the school board of directors wants to hold a hearing, as long as Lu Ming is not willing, he can completely influence the judgment of the professors.

This is equivalent to indirectly affecting the outcome of the hearing.

Finally, there is the issue of naming Xinyanling.

This is not a trivial matter. The naming of a new speech spirit represents an honor that is enough to leave its mark on the history of mixed races. A considerable number of masters value this. After all, who does not love honor?
They present many options.

Considering Lu Mingfei's hometown, some people gave "Huichun", "Xuanhu", "Shennong" and so on.

There are also people who are simple and clear, and the proposal is called "eternal life".

Others are named after myths of other systems.

Until Lu Mingfei said something.

"do not die."

Not using the spirit of speech.

He just said calmly.

"This speech spirit is called not to die."

Someone tried to say something, but when he met Lu Mingfei's eyes, he stopped.

S class.

When S-class made a decision, who can make him change his mind?

Perhaps such a person does not exist at all.

He said that his speech spirit told him not to die.

Then the spirit of this word is not to die.

What belongs to him alone, don't die.

Yan Ling's name was finally decided.

People are more impressed by the eyes of the S-class than the name of Don't Die.

"What a look."

Schneider sighed.

"Why, did you see your own shadow?"

asked Manstein.

"No, it's not."

Schneider recalled the boy's back when he was about to leave.

Decisive, resolute, without hesitation, go forward without hesitation.

"I could tell he had something to do."

"But not revenge."

Schneider paused.

"Compared to S-level beliefs, revenge is too small. What he wants to accomplish is much greater than mere revenge."

"great?"

Manstein gave him a strange look.

"Yes, great."

Schneider repeated.

"Well, whatever you want."

Manstein pushed open the door and entered the empty room.

Here, the vice principal was drinking alone, staring at the wall for a long time.

"Hey, you're here."

said the vice principal.

"Little Manstein."

"I'm already a bald middle-aged man."

"What does that matter."

The vice principal smiled.

"In Dad's eyes, you will always be the little one back then."

"I'm sorry, you probably haven't seen me when I was a child."

Manstein didn't want to continue the boring conversation between father and son.

He said.

"Just let him go?"

"We still have a lot of research to do."

"Where is the limit of not dying?"

"How serious is the injury before it starts to be ineffective?"

"Even if there is only one head left, can it be saved?"

"OK OK."

The vice-principal interrupted Manstein.

"I know, Little Manstein, you have always wanted to prove yourself."

"You want to achieve more than me."

"But don't rush, take your time."

"Also, little Manstein, you have to remember."

The old cowboy's voice dropped.

He swung the brandy and looked away.

"We are researchers."

"And they're fighters."

"It's an S-rank fighter."

"Coincidentally, Dad has known such an S-Class for decades."

"I know exactly what kind of guys they are."

said the man.

"madman."

"A lunatic who is desperate for what he believes in."

"You can laugh with him, joke with him, and drink with him."

"But please, don't try to touch their reverse scales."

"Will die."

The vice principal smiled.

"It can be regarded as a little bit of insignificant experience of my incompetent father."

"Will it die?"

Manstein murmured.

"We know so little about the S-Class."

The vice principal sighed.

"The bad kid in the file is exactly the same as our current S-class."

"Obviously, we can't treat the S-class with the attitude we treat the bad kids."

"The plan is completely messed up, everything has to be restarted, we need to start from scratch a little bit, and approach this S-class carefully."

"Remember, be careful."

The vice-principal sighed.

"One thing, I think a lot of people have noticed it, but they haven't taken it to heart."

"That's because their understanding of alchemy is too shallow."

"Heh, what kind of master, in my opinion, is a group of elementary school students."

The old man sneered.

In Manstein's frenzied complexion, he said mockingly.

"I didn't even discover the simple thing that the S-class didn't expand the domain from the beginning to the end."

"Lead... the domain!"

"Well, my little Manstein."

The vice principal seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"You said, how can a mixed race use the spirit of speech without a domain?"

"how can that be possible?"

long silence.

So long that one would think that only the silence of the dead remained here.

"Could it be that the S-level has just awakened the word spirit and hasn't fully mastered it yet?"

"Ah."

"You know, Little Manstein, I remember saying that you are not suitable for research."

"In comparison, your friend's name is Guderian, maybe it's more appropriate."

"If he was here, he wouldn't be asking this kind of question."

"The essence of the spirit of speech is that the hybrids give orders to the space in their own domain by singing dragon texts."

The vice principal paused.

"Or, don't die is not a word spirit at all."

"It's not Ling Ling!"

Manstein exclaimed.

It is hard to imagine that the director of the Disciplinary Committee in Kassel would have such a moment of gaffe.

But the impact of this incident on him was too great.

The executive department of the equipment department of the professor group, a small group of the smartest people in Kassel studied for a day and a night, and finally you told me that this thing is not a language!
"impossible!"

Manstein subconsciously retorted.

The vice principal smiled generously.

"Is it hard to understand?"

"But I am more willing to believe that this is not the spirit of speech."

"Compared to another possibility, the fact that the S-level can heal this matter is not the effect of the word spirit, but it makes me breathe a sigh of relief."

Manstein licked his parched lips.

"Other...possible?"

"Yes."

The vice principal sighed.

He raised his head and gulped down half a bottle of wine for himself.

He took a deep breath.

He opened his sleepy eyes and spoke upside down.

But Manstein heard it anyway.

His father, the master alchemist, was saying.

"I can't feel the domain, hehe, who said that there is no domain!"

"Half-breeds have to expand their domains to display their power of speech. That's because we're only half-breeds!"

"We can only give orders to a small area of ​​time and space!"

"But he's different."

The vice principal suddenly let out a sigh.

"If I can directly order this world."

"What field do I need?"

"Haha."

"What I say, the whole world has to listen carefully!"

"Field, oh, field!"

"This whole world is his domain."

Manstein froze.

He felt like a rock by the sea.

I can't move, I can't even think.

Just so blankly, blankly standing.

The more you know about alchemy, the more you know about dragons.

After hearing what the vice-principal said just now, he was even more shocked and horrified.

Directly order... the world.

Not long ago, the vice-principal said that the spirit of speech is authority.

What kind of terrifying authority should the S-rank who can directly order the world have mastered!

"All right."

The vice-principal poured the rest of the wine on the ground.

The star-like alchemy matrix lights up one by one.

"Some information, remember it is wrong."

"It is a sin to remember."

Manstein looked around the starlight of the alchemy matrix blankly.

He just heard his father speak to him in an inexplicable tone in the light of the stars.

"forget it."

"Together we will forget."

"Forget about those damn domains, the world!"

"But, father!"

Manstein said hurriedly.

"He is a huge hidden danger!"

"We must report to the principal!"

"No one knows what an S-class is!"

"Too dangerous!"

"Hahaha."

The vice-principal laughed exaggeratedly, leaned back and forth, tears came out.

"S-rank?"

"S-class!"

"My naive little Manstein, do you still think he is just an S-rank?"

"No, maybe we should honorably call him, Him."

"Who knows?"

The vice-principal smiled mockingly.

"And, don't forget, who sent this existence an invitation to enroll."

"It is Mr. Principal that you miss so much."

The light of the alchemy matrix gradually dimmed.

The work of cleaning memory has also come to an end.

"As a father, let me give you another life experience."

"My sweet little Manstein."

The vice principal said solemnly.

"A wise man is good at forgetting."

he said softly.

"Sleep, sleep, everything will be the same as before, nothing will happen."

"Good night."

"I am innocent and lovely, little Manstein."

(End of this chapter)