Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 181 The Secret of the Principal and the Vice-Principal

Neither this nor that, Fingel really didn't know what to do.

As the saying goes, a penny stumps a hero, if it were so easy to make money, he wouldn't owe a huge debt to each member of the news department.

But the person at the top is S-level after all, and it seems that he doesn’t solve the problem of the Kyushu branch for a day, and there is no shadow of teaching martial arts. The city of Ming Fei's hometown also has Kyushu over there, so it seems like a good choice to apprentice there.

This news is not difficult to find, after all Lu Mingfei didn't hide it at all.

It’s just that Finger considers that Lu Mingfei is in Kassel, so what if he goes to the Kyushu in the Far East, and there is an advantage to staying here, following the S-level to set up the Kyushu branch, this is Original stocks, among other things, Lu Mingfei will definitely pay more attention to teaching martial arts in the future.

Fingel was thinking about little things in his heart, but he quickly dismissed them, and concentrated on thinking about making money.

Suddenly, he noticed that the S-rank above seemed to be taken aback.

Then the frowning expression that had been frowning all this time changed.

The S-rank put on a confident face.

Have an idea?
Fingal thought.

It seems that the grasp is not low.

What could it be?

To be honest, he is not surprised that S-level can make money. After all, he is S-level, just making money, and only earning 1000 million. Don’t look at the number as big, but it also depends on where you put it. In such a frame of reference, in a mixed-race society, 1000 million dollars is really nothing.

Just now, Fingel also thought of something, that is, the word S.

Don't look at Fingel, he can be regarded as an expert in the appreciation of works of art.

Well, it should be said that every mixed race has an innate talent for art appreciation.

It seems a bit subversive to say it. Isn’t words like dragon’s blood born to be associated with impressions such as “tyranny”, “crazy war” and “bloodthirsty”? No matter how you look at it, art appreciation is far behind. .

In fact, it is not the case. You must know that in legends and stories, the appearance of dragons often means a lot of gold and silver treasures, and there are even rumors that dragons are fond of eating gold. Behind these stories rich in symbolic meaning is the natural sensitivity of dragons to art. And pursuit, just like the largest private collectors in the world today, their true identities are all mixed blood.

It is precisely because of this that with Finger's appreciation level, it is natural to see that Lu Mingfei's signature has actually reached the level enough to hold a personal calligraphy exhibition. If someone is hired to operate it, after a few paintings are auctioned, 1000 million Dollars are certainly not a problem.

Of course, since he is an outsider who can think of this point, the S-rank himself must be more aware of it. Seeing him like this, he probably has already reacted.

thought Fingal.

Just when he piled up a smile and was about to send the praise and respect from the humble serf class to the great S-class's ingenuity from the heart.

Lu Mingfei asked the three of them with sparkling eyes.

"Which of you can play games?"

Fingal: ...

…………

The clock tower, the darkened hut of the night watchman.

"Have something to drink, my old friend."

The vice-principal slumped on the dirty sofa like mud.

"I don't have black tea or champagne here."

"Ha, how about some Coke, or maybe you'd prefer a glamorous brandy!"

The old cowboy raised his arms like a believer and swayed from side to side like seaweed.

"Oh, best compliments to our legend, and Coke!"

Then the puddle hugged its stomach and laughed into a ball.

Angers paid no attention to his old friend's madness.

got used to. , Geniuses always have some eccentricities, which is normal.

When the vice-principal had laughed enough, Angers handed him a piece of paper.

"Oh, thank you, you are so sweet."

The old cowboy is about to blow his nose.

"That's an S-level club application form, if you blow your nose with it, be careful that our S-level will fight you.

"S-class?"

The vice principal seemed to be taken aback.

He muttered a few words, and took another tissue.

Angers raised his eyebrows in the dark.

In fact, he was ready to get the application back before the vice principal did something stupid.

Based on Ange's understanding of his old friend, how could he care about your S-rank, even the Dragon King was not taken seriously by this legendary alchemist.

But now?

The vice-principal's behavior was a bit abnormal.

"S-level application form, why do you give it to me?"

The old cowboy yelled.

"You have to come to me for this kind of thing, oh, I know, Ange, your body can't hold on at last, are you ready to train the next principal!"

The old cowboy quickly pulled out a piece of paper from the side.

"Haha, when I take over, I'll change all the girls' uniforms to dead water!"

"It's literally art."

"Even for the sake of my dear students."

Angers said.

"I will surely die after you, too."

"asshole!"

The vice-principal fiercely drew a stick to stop it.

"Can't you fulfill the little wish of a widowed old man!"

"OK OK."

Ange pressed his hand.

"Let's get down to business, old chap."

"It's business!"

The vice-principal waved the piece of paper, and the excited look reminded people of the French military salute.

"Dead reservoir water! Dead reservoir water! Dead reservoir water is the biggest business!"

Ange rubbed his eyebrows.

"Well, maybe I should ask Professor Manstein to talk to you."

The vice-principal was finally quiet.

He drank himself a swig of brandy.

"Tell me, my dear Ange, what you can do with your poor vice-chancellor."

"Look at that paper."

"Oh."

The old cowboy responded.

He squinted at the paper.

"Lu Mingfei, Kaiser, Chu Zihang..."

"Aha, are our gifted students going to join forces to impeach the principal?"

"Well, wait, why are there two Lu Mingfeis here?"

"another one."

Angers said.

"In the capacity of a teacher."

"teacher?"

The vice principal muttered.

"When did the S-class become a teacher?"

"In the evening, to be precise, it was last night."

"I invited Class S to serve as Kassel's temporary physical education teacher and teaching assistant. The specially developed martial arts elective course has been entered into Kassel's course selection system by Norma on an outing."

"Teacher?"

The vice principal had a strange tone.

"You invited Class S to be a teaching assistant?"

"Is there a problem, my old friend?"

"No, no, Mr. Principal, who is wise and invincible, how could something go wrong?"

The vice principal waved his hands again and again.

He beat his head again with his fist.

"What, do you have a headache?"

"Ah, I bet there must be something wrong with this wine!"

The vice principal shook his head vigorously.

"Damn it, if I catch someone who mixed water in the wine, watch how I deal with him!"

The vice principal cursed bitterly.

"By the way, you said the teaching assistant."

His tone was a little strange.

"What can S-level teach?"

"If I remember correctly, he only has one."

"You should know that for true genius, age is only a small factor."

"As for what the S-level teaches."

Angers said the word.

"Martial arts."

The Vice-Chancellor tempered his cynicism.

He shook the wine bottle, pondering.

"Are you talking about the technology that the S-class demonstrated on Freedom Day?"

"interesting."

"I thought it was impossible to spread this top-secret technology to the outside world. You know, the mysterious hidden door in the east has hidden itself for so long, and our dear S-class is also from the east. It's hard for people not to have some Wonderful association."

The vice-principal frowned.

"I think I must remind you of one thing, Angers."

At this moment, he finally has the temperament of a legendary western alchemist.

"Chu Zihang, that child of the Lionheart Society, the little guy who walked on the road you once walked."

"You know the dangers of that forbidden technology."

"It's a road from which there should be no turning back."

"But now, do you know what I found?"

"incredible."

The vice-principal took another sip of wine.

"His lineage is becoming more stable day by day."

"This is impossible."

"No one can understand better than the two of us what this technology represents, violent blood, refining the blood in the hybrid body in an almost brutal way, and advancing towards dragons brutally."

"But the end of this road is not to become a dragon, but to fall."

"You know, old buddy, we haven't mastered the true path to becoming a god, and all mortals who get involved in that supreme authority will bear the most vicious curse."

At this moment, the vice principal looks like a magic stick.

Suddenly he sneered.

"But now, my God, oh no, my black king!"

"Chu Zihang, who has started a bloodbath, is actually stabilizing his bloodline!"

"I thought you were mentally prepared."

Anger said unhurriedly.

"Remember, what we talked about last time, the ancestors of the Lu family once ran into a person from the hidden sect who went out to search for materials to refine the medicine of immortality."

He asked himself.

"What is immortality?"

"dragon."

"What is the elixir?"

"The medicine that turns people into dragons."

Angers spread his hands.

"Look, since that's the case, it's not incomprehensible for a child with the same surname Lu to have the means to stabilize the lineage, isn't it?"

The vice-principal held the bottle in thought.

"You mean, the S-level martial arts, and the technique he used to stabilize the mixed-race blood all came from the hidden door."

"I didn't say that."

Angers shrugged.

"It's just a possibility."

"But, my old chap, there are too many coincidences, aren't there?"

"Yinmen masters a special fighting technique called Wu."

"And S-class has martial arts."

"The Hidden Gate has the elixir, and the S-class also has the means to stabilize the bloodline."

"You know, I even suspect that Lu Mingfei is the one who was put in front of the stage by the Yinmen generation."

"I don't care if I walk or not!"

The vice-principal waved his hand, his eyes burning.

"If I remember correctly, you just said that class S is about to start, right?"

Ang Hot nodded.

"That is to say,"

"That is to say!"

The vice principal licked his lips excitedly.

"We may be able to obtain the complete stable bloodline technology from him!"

"Bitch Black King!"

"Ange! Do you know what this means! Think about it! The technology of stabilizing the bloodline plus violent blood! This is a real road to becoming a god! It is much more reliable than the Nibelungen plan!"

Anger smiled lightly.

"Perhaps, S-Class has a different idea."

The dancing vice-principal suddenly paused.

He quickly calmed down.

"Yes, yes!"

"How could such a great technology be handed over so easily!"

"Maybe I should go with him..."

At this point, the vice-principal suddenly covered his forehead and shook it.

"Damn fake wine!"

he grumbled.

Ange watched his every move calmly.

"Do you want to negotiate with S-Class yourself?"

The vice principal's wrinkled face trembled like an old dog.

He shook his head again and again.

"Forget it, forget it."

"I am a majestic alchemist. If I try to plot the technology in the hands of a child, if it spreads out, others will think that I am bullying the younger."

"I can't get rid of this old face."

His cloudy eyeballs rolled around twice and settled on Angers.

"hey-hey."

"That, or you, our great Mr. Principal..."

"You must have misunderstood."

Angers said.

"The S-Class doesn't have the idea of ​​hiding technology."

The vice principal was overjoyed.

"It's just that the meaning of what I said just now is that maybe the S-rank doesn't care about the path to becoming a god that we have been thinking about."

"What's the meaning!"

"that's it."

Angers shrugged.

"He has his own way to go."

"You mean, martial arts?"

The vice principal murmured in disbelief.

"You mean, from the perspective of S-rank, the future of martial arts is more powerful than the incarnation of pure-blooded dragons."

"Who knows?"

Ange's tone was inexplicable.

"But isn't S Ji himself the best example?"

The vice-principal seemed to think of something, his eyes rolled and he fixed on Angers.

"Let me guess, are you a butcher who deserves to go to hell, are you excited!"

"Heh, can a 130-year-old Antique practice martial arts?"

"Maybe I should tell you that Class S has agreed to let me sit in."

Angers said.

"I think it's obvious what he means."

"Anyone can come to learn, it doesn't matter."

"Really confident."

The vice principal sighed.

"However, since it is him, self-confidence is normal."

"he?"

"S rank."

The vice principal glanced at Angers strangely.

"Otherwise, who do you think I'm talking about?"

The old man smiled.

"Who knows?"

The vice-principal slumped back into his chair.

He asked lazily while pouring himself a drink.

"Speaking of which, you made him a teaching assistant just like that?"

"Don't you think about the idea of ​​those idiots in the school board?"

"Ah."

Angers laughed.

"Old man, you call them idiots, why should I think about the ideas of such a group of guys?"

"After all, this school is called Kassel, and it doesn't teach secret parties, what do you think?"

The two old guys looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

What Angers means is very simple. Although Kassel is a continuation of the Secret Party, it is not the Secret Party after all. There is an essential difference between the two.

And the difference lies in the name Kassel.

This was the family name of the president of the Lionheart Club in the early days.

If you really want to calculate, after so many years, perhaps the imprint of the Lion Heart in Kassel is much heavier than that of the Secret Party.

This also means that the principal of Kassel is and can only be Angers.

An old man who has been the principal for more than half a century.

Unless he dies, his authority cannot be shaken.

So, no matter how the school board members jump their feet, even if Angers spends a lot of budget every year flying around the world just to listen to concerts and sunbathe on the beach, the position of the principal is also his, who I can't take it away either.

If he had to go through the school board's procedures just to accept his appointment as a teaching assistant, then Angers would not be the legendary dragon slayer.

Don't look at this old man who always looks like a suit and leather shoes, it's because he is in a good mood.

Don't forget that the blood flowing in Angers' veins is warlike and bloodthirsty.

"So, what about the hidden door?"

said the vice principal.

"Or, to put it another way, what about the forces behind the S-Class?"

"It doesn't matter."

Angers replied.

"You may not believe it, but according to S-rank, spreading martial arts is entirely his own will."

"No, I believe it."

The vice principal took a sip of wine.

"It's hard to imagine that anyone can order that boy to do something."

"No one can pervert his will unless it is his own will."

Angers looked a little surprised.

"You value S rank more than I thought."

"No, it's the S-class that has enough strength to be valued by everyone."

"Too."

Ang Hot nodded.

"Then do I want to congratulate you in advance, dear Mr. Principal."

The old cowboy said in high spirits.

"Congratulations, you are about to gain great power!"

"No, it's still early."

Angers pointed to the application form.

"Even if I got the direct instruction from the assistant teacher, but judging from the meaning of S rank, I don't plan to teach martial arts directly."

"He seems to want to establish the Kyushu branch first."

"Kyushu Branch?"

"Well, that's what S-Class calls the new society he's about to establish."

"interesting."

The vice principal read the signature on the application again.

The old cowboy laughed.

"Didn't anyone tell our S-class that the teacher's signature here must be Kassel's tenured professor, and he is just a teaching assistant."

"He obtained the authority and conditions from Caesar."

Ange chuckled.

"You also know that kid Caesar doesn't care about these things. Whether he is a tenured professor or an ordinary teacher, he can easily get it as long as he needs it. Perhaps it is for this reason that he didn't specify it in the conditions for the S grade."

"but."

He paused slightly.

"Class S filled in his name in the place where the teacher signed, don't you think this is interesting in itself?"

"interesting?"

"Ah."

Angers asked suddenly.

"Don't you see something in this signature?"

Hearing this, the vice principal frowned and stared at the application for a while.

After a long pondering, he said happily with an aha.

"The S-level signature is really good! I have to print it, and I will definitely sell it for a good price later!"

Angers twitched the corner of his mouth.

Well, this is his old friend, a top master in the western alchemy world, what can I do?

The old man shook his head and said directly.

"It's control."

"With the strength and status of S, as long as he speaks, I believe that no professor in Kassel will refuse to sign him, and even, in a sense, he can sign the application for establishing a new society at S level. It's an honor in itself."

"Look at the names of those five students, which one is not a real genius of the mixed race."

"Real genius?"

The vice-principal pointed to Fingal's dog-like word on the application form.

"Is this guy too?"

Anger's complexion did not change, and he nodded very naturally.

"of course."

"Before the Greenlane mission, he was better than almost all the students, including Chu Zihang and Kaiser. Although he still couldn't compare with our S-level, there may be a hidden door behind the S-pole, but he, completely Reaching that level with personal talent, no one can doubt his Fingal's ability."

"But I have to doubt his lower limit."

The vice-principal grumbled.

"To be honest, when I saw a Finger mixed in the names of the S-class Chu Zihang and other children, I always felt that this world should be over as soon as possible."

"The person who is least qualified to say that is you."

"What do you mean you bloody butcher!"

Anger continued without paying attention to the vice-principal's roar.

"However, as you can see, no one at the S-rank was looking for it, but filled in their own name."

"I saw his absolute control."

"The determination to have it all in your hands."

"cut."

The vice-principal pouted.

"It's just a signature, you can see so much, why is our legendary dragon slayer also minored in psychology?"

He flicked the paper up.

"Maybe our S-class is just too lazy to find someone, hurry up, after all, 1000 million is not a small amount."

"Of course, maybe it's what you said."

Angers agreed casually.

"By the way, can I trouble you to sign the application?"

"I?"

The vice principal pointed to his nose.

"Ah."

"After all, the rules require tenured professors, and the signatures of S-level teaching assistants are not enough."

The vice-principal had already blurted out that he was about to refuse.

Just kidding, how could he be reduced to playing house games with his students when he is a great alchemist?

But for some reason, he hesitated before the words came out, and finally nodded.

"Alright alright."

"I'll sign, isn't it just a matter of writing a name, I'll just sign."

He muttered and started flipping quills all over the room.

Angers handed him a pen.

"Use mine."

"Oh, thank you, my dear old chap."

The vice-principal readily signed the application.

It is a font that grows like flowers and vines.

Latin, a tool script for alchemists to get started.

"Aha, it's just art!"

He admired his notes.

Although this person's tone made people angry, but I have to say that this is not an exaggeration at all.

The vice-principal's notes can really be described as art.

After all, no matter how inconspicuous he is, he is a true master alchemist, and he will never forget the kung fu he does until he dies.

"very good."

Ange put away the application form in satisfaction, and glanced at his old buddy.

"Presumably, the S-class will never forget your help in the future."

"Cut, who cares."

The vice-principal raised his voice exaggeratedly.

Then he lowered his voice and asked.

"Really?"

"I mean, does he really remember?"

"Haha, you are a legend."

Angers patted the vice principal on the shoulder vigorously.

"Why do you start to care about a student's opinion?"

"That's not like you at all, my old friend!"

Angers voice suddenly sank.

"Yeah, it's not like you at all, my old friend."

He stared seriously into the vice principal's eyes.

"You are so strange today, what happened?"

The vice principal didn't dodge.

Instead, he stared back viciously.

"Ask why!"

"I'm not supposed to ask you that!"

"My dear Angers, you are too strange today!"

The vice-principal opened his arms in an exaggerated gesture.

"Where's your dragon king?"

"That statue of bronze and fire!"

"Didn't the Bronze City of the Three Gorges just disappear in front of you? How can you still stand here well and give me an old man's analysis of the S-level desire for control?"

"Damn it, shouldn't you be frantically looking for bronze and fire all over the world, dragon slaying! Dragon slaying! Don't you scream the battle cry of charging when you fall asleep!"

The two stared at each other.

They all know that each other has a huge secret.

Also deeply curious about it.

But ah, a world of honesty and honesty simply cannot exist.

The only ones who must understand each other's secrets are children.

Obviously, neither of the two present was a child.

Whether it is a dragon slayer or an alchemist, Angers and the vice principal are figures who have reached the legendary level in their respective fields.

Such a guy can have all sorts of weird quirks.

But there is one thing, no matter what, they are insulated from words like innocence.

Ang Rou nodded and took a step back.

"Thank you for your signature, my old friend."

The vice-principal also relaxed, raised the wine bottle, and respected Angers from afar.

"Let's go, don't send it."

The dragon slayer smiled faintly.

The moment he turned around.

The lazy voice of the old cowboy came from behind.

"S-class?"

"I heard you talking about the S-class for a day."

"But, Angers."

The vice-principal raised the wine bottle, squinted his eyes, and looked at Angers through the curved glass, that distorted figure that was even a little blurry.

"Didn't you always call that child affectionately, Mingfei?"

When the old man turned his head, those golden pupils were so fierce.

Angers smiled.

"Because he is no longer a child."

"You know that."

"Respecting a fighter is the greatest respect for yourself."

The vice-principal laughed heck, like supper.

"Not a child?"

He whispered softly.

"Is that a companion or an enemy?"

The aged brass lock cylinder of the Night's Watch hut clicked shut.

Angers let go of the handle and touched the application in his pocket.

"A companion?"

The old man lowered his eyes and walked out.

The vice principal's behavior today is too strange.

The wine in his hand was taken from the headmaster's inventory. How could there be fakes that could be collected by Angers.

Since it is not a fake, what is the cause of those headaches?

Even if Ange knew nothing about alchemy, it could be seen that there was a high probability that it was related to S rank.

After all, every time that guy had a headache, they happened to be talking about S-level related topics.

From this perspective, review all the performances of the vice principal.

It is not difficult to find such a conclusion.

In other words, he was subconsciously avoiding all S-level related topics.

Even such a reaction was not intentional by the vice-principal.

It's completely instinctive behavior.

So, what happened to you?

Angers walked out of the clock tower, looked back, and looked at the window that was covered with black curtains all the year round.

He believed that that person must be behind the curtain at this moment, looking at him.

Ah.

my old friend.

　PS: I overestimated my state on New Year's Eve. There are a lot of things that are entangled. Today, I owe two more debts. I started to pay off the debt in February, and now I owe thirty more debts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)