Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 325 Mr. McDonald

"Hahaha, what about Fingel?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

Anyway, they are roommates, so you can make trouble in private, but you must be consistent with the teacher.

This is the basic code of conduct for students.

Countless thoughts collided and flickered in his mind.

Lu Mingfei straightened his face and put on an honest and reliable look.

"He's on a secret mission."

Repeat, with tone reinforcement.

"Very important task."

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"Ah!"

The man rubs his nose.

The paper bag with a big "M" written on it was rattled by him.

"Which chick is thinking of me?"

He muttered, straightened the paper bag covering his head, and picked out the air hole by the way.

The man opposite him twitched his eyes.

Angele VII, also known as the contemporary owner of Patriarch Angele, is a man with thick blond hair, slightly curly, draped over his shoulders. Very deep, it can be seen that this is a high-ranking person who gives orders all the year round.

The headquarters of the Supreme Council is in Europe. This is a mixed-race organization composed of many ancient families. If compared with a country, it is probably a confederation rather than a federation. Each family has a high degree of autonomy, and the Supreme Council is a place for them to distribute interests and reconcile conflicts.

Throughout the ages, the seats of the Supreme Council have increased and decreased, some families have fallen, and some families have risen. The ancient organizations in the mixed-race world all call the Gattuso family an upstart. Their prosperity is too short, although now there is a faint The momentum of a mixed-race family, but in the mixed-race world that values ​​tradition, hundreds of years of family history are simply not enough. Gattuso failed to get the approval of the Supreme Council, and they rejected Gattuso with arrogance. But what does it matter? The strength of an organization is never because of itself, but because of the strong individuals joining. So chair.

But in the mixed-race society in the West, the authority of the Supreme Council is still the same. Some people used the moon to describe them, which means that no matter what, the Supreme Council is there, like the moon, hanging in the sky. In this mixed-race night, faint gaze at the earth.

In the Supreme Council a long time ago, there was also a chair with Angele’s name written on it. Unfortunately, even mixed-race families cannot avoid the laws of history. There are ups and downs and ups and downs, so that Angele left Italy a hundred years ago. , Their eyes swept over the corners of the world, and finally stopped at the deserts of North America. There are also high and low founders. Among the three card flying pigeons and Angelet, Angelet is undoubtedly the most important one.

Now, a century after fleeing from Italy, Angele's blood finally saw the envoy of the Supreme Council again.

Moreover, the identity of this envoy is extremely unusual. Angele VII confirmed that he is indeed the successor designated by the current chairman of the Supreme Council. Angele secretly planned in his heart, and he didn't know this young man with a bright future in front of him. , Which family's descendants are they? The surnames of the mixed-race ancient families flashed in my mind, and they all disappeared after hitting the McDonald's paper bag on the messenger's head.

Fortunately, Angele VII has cultivated a calm and composed quality in the position of the perennial head of the family. Otherwise, seeing the envoy of the Supreme Council, the long successor of the contemporary parliament, is actually such a thing, and the worldview of Angele VII is probably They will all be shaken, remembering that when he was a child, his kind grandfather told him about the situation of their family in Italy, the glory and greatness of the Supreme Council, and the dreams buried in the hearts of generations of Angele. He must lead the family back to the Supreme Council and get back their due seats.

So the goal of their family's struggle is to become such a guy?

Angele VII and the McDonald's paper bag looked at each other. In the two holes cut out above the paper bag were the wise eyes of the envoy of the Supreme Council.

"Angere has received the meaning of the parliament."

Seventh said in a deep voice.

"So, has the parliament decided? Before the judgment day comes, unite the Secret Party."

The McDonald's emissary's majestic legs rested on the mahogany table, and he leaned forward, with one hand on his lower abdomen, with a relaxed posture, and the other, gently shaking his index finger.

"No no no."

"We do want to unite, but not with the Secret Party."

"Oh?"

Angele VII pretended to be willing to listen.

The McDonald's emissary flexed and stretched his legs vigorously, using the two stool legs as the fulcrum, and swayed forward and backward.

"The secret party is a vortex."

"Too many eyes are on here."

"Everyone has their own thoughts and different demands."

"I ask you."

He held up a finger.

"Are all the dragon slayers slaying dragons because they hate the dragons?"

What a sharp gaze, as if to cut open his chest, to record the rhythm of his heart contraction and relaxation.

It's just that the existence of the McDonald's paper bag destroyed the dignified atmosphere.

Angele VII wanted to think, but the McDonald's paper bag pulled him out of his contemplation time and time again, damn it, the mixed race has such a keen sense of smell, he even smelled fried, this guy ordered the family bucket, eat It's really clean.

"of course not."

The McDonald's messenger picked up the goblet. In the expensive container, the brown liquid swayed slightly, rippling round and round, countless fine bubbles scrambling to explode. He lifted the McDonald's paper bag and took a sip.

Angele VII resisted the urge to turn his head away.

Hell, he's drinking coke from my grandpa's collection!
"Those who want to slay dragons are ambitious.

McDonald's messenger said.

"As long as the dragon race really disappears, then the mixed race will be the only dragon."

He spread his hands.

"Never look at an organization with a personified eye, as long as it has more than three members, then it is a collection of contradictions."

Angele VII was slightly surprised, but nodded in sympathy.

I didn't expect that the guy in front of me who looked exactly like the fugitive character in the Mr. Bean movie could say such a thing, which was really surprising.

"Therefore,"

The McDonald's messenger sat up straight.

"We are not uniting with the secret party, but their S-class."

"S-class?"

Angele VII pondered, his decree lines became heavier.

"Can you tell me what kind of person this S-Class is?"

"How to describe it?"

The McDonald's messenger draws his tone.

"There is."

Lu Mingfei's behavior and his experience in Silent Hill came to mind.

"Good guy."

He gives an evaluation.

"Class S is a good guy."

Angele VII was stunned.

nice guy?What kind of evaluation is this?

What do you think this is, a kid playing house?We are mixed races, the real masters of this world, how can there be adults who can distinguish between good and bad, cold and rational interests are what we pursue, good or evil is something that children only care about.

And he actually heard the word "good guy" in the evaluation of the secret party's S-level by the envoy of the Supreme Council.

"Okay, just pretend I haven't been here, goodbye."

The McDonald's messenger stood up and walked outside.

Angele VII looked at his burly back.

"In two hours, I will meet him."

"Do you have any advice for me?"

"advice?"

The McDonald's messenger stood still, raised his head slightly, and thought about it.

"Ah."

He said.

"If you want to have a common language with S-class."

common language?

Angele VII came to the spirit, concentrated and listened attentively.

This is a secret about that legendary S-rank. No matter how many mixed races dream of it, he can't get it. He must keep it in his heart...

The McDonald's messenger spoke in a deep voice.

"Hurry up and watch two Japanese manga."

"By the way, there must be little loli girls in it."

"For example, Shakugan's Shana is good, very classic, use this as a breakthrough, I believe you will have a very pleasant and deep memory with S-Class."

After speaking, he nodded.

"You don't need to thank me. This is because of the relationship between Angele and the council. One last thing, while there is still a chance, hurry up and get closer to the S-class, and I will give you a key word."

He uttered those three words in a deep tone like a password for a negative nuclear weapon launch.

"The Children's Palace."

"Found here, maybe you can get a ticket to the new era."

The McDonald's messenger is gone.

Although he hit the door frame, this did not affect his stalwart figure in the slightest.

"Damn, I can't see it."

He muttered and dug two holes again, blinked his eyes, and strode away.

It wasn't until the footsteps of the McDonald's envoy disappeared at the end of the corridor that Angele VII recovered from his contemplation.

When he came back to his senses, the first thing he saw was his empty cigar box.

Angele VII was stunned for a moment.

when?
As expected of the heir recognized by the chairman of the council, he was able to take away all the cigars without anyone noticing. This skill is also amazing.

just...

Angele VII's face was full of indescribable words.

The dignified waiter of the Supreme Council can put a McDonald's paper bag on his head. Modern people can even freely decide their own gender. What's wrong with wearing a paper bag? He still understands this freedom.

But what to put on your head can still be said to be a personal preference, it is wrong for you to take advantage of it, the pride of the Supreme Council as an ancient organization of mixed blood!
Angele VII shook his head, and remembered the advice the other party gave before he left.

Anime?loli?
Either this person was joking with him.

Or it's that S-rank... Hehe, the childlike innocence is still alive.

After thinking about it again and again, referring to Mr. McDonald's behavior, Angele VII always felt that this person's problem was probably bigger than that of S-class.

So, it was probably a joke.

he thought, shaking his head.

Processed a few documents, made a few phone calls, arranged the venue, and vetoed the plan of the security team. Although the McDonald's emissary was not in charge, his attitude towards the S-class left a deep impression on King Angele VII. There is no doubt that S-rank, the dragon slayer who completely ended the lives of the Bronze and Fire Emperors, possessed an astounding power.

In a mixed-race society, whoever has the power owns everything.

This meeting, although it was at the venue of Flying Pigeon and their Angele, everyone knew that it was Kassel, who was less than ten people, or alone S class.

The battle report from last night appeared on the desks of the three leaders at the same time.

The strength of young people in the contemporary secret party is surprising.

The Gattuso boy named Caesar has already shown a dominant level of combat effectiveness.

What about S-class?

This is why Angele VII vetoed the security team.

If the S-class has an idea, no amount of security force is a display.

nice guy?
He replayed his conversation with McDonald's.

Although it is unbelievable, but if possible, he still hopes from the bottom of his heart that the evaluation of "good guy" is not a joke. If S-rank is a good guy, everyone will be relieved.

After all, one lunatic like Angers is enough.

Angele VII came out from behind the table. He wanted to go to the secret intelligence room, and he had to get S-level information. He was too passive now, and he made up his mind that in order to achieve his goal, he would not hesitate to use the secrets.

At this time, Mr. McDonald's advice flashed through my mind again.

Anime?loli?
What about the Children's Palace?

If he really doesn't know anything about the Far East, what kind of place is the Children's Palace, isn't it just a training course with a nice name, what should he care about...

There was a sudden pause in the steps.

There was a clicking sound.

It was as if countless snakes were crawling, and their scales rubbed against the wall, making a tooth-piercing sound.

Angele VII slowly raised his head.

"Boom!"

Soot expands.

A whole wall turned to dust.

From this room, all the way to the end of the corridor.

The entire wall turned into dust in an instant.

The housekeeper and security came in a hurry.

"My lord, my lord!"

They were so anxious that they didn't want to rush into the smoke and dust.

Fortunately, their Patriarch is still standing here, except for being a little dirty, there is nothing abnormal.

But, for some reason, the Patriarch kept looking at a certain point without moving.

They exchanged glances quietly, and then confirmed where the Patriarch was looking.

Nothing.

Could it be that Patriarch...

They immediately threw the bad thoughts out of their minds, and they talked about the wall one by one.

Is there a quality problem?Are you kidding, what kind of quality problem can be so precise that only one wall is damaged, and it is so completely damaged?

So, can't be wrong.

They get affirmation from each other's words and eyes.

The opinions of several people quickly reached a consensus.

Definitely the cards!
This is their declaration of war on Angelet!
After reaching their conclusion, they quickly became filled with righteous indignation.

Just when a few people were about to suggest to the head of the family, refuse the peace talks, and completely eliminate the cards.

The Patriarch was the first to speak.

Angele VII withdrew his gaze, and there was the door frame that Mr. McDonald had accidentally bumped into.

Oh, accidentally?
At that time, he might still be dissatisfied with the successor of the Supreme Council.

Looking at it now, it is really reckless to judge a strong person so arbitrarily.

Angele VII remembered his grandfather's words.

An organization that has been passed down for thousands of years, you should never doubt their strength.

Re-reviewing everything tonight, Mr. McDonald, who claimed to be the special envoy of the Supreme Council, came to the door, identified himself, and in the name of the Supreme Council asked Angele to give up the war and negotiate peace with the card flying pigeon.

And the attitude towards S-class later...

No, Mr. McDonald didn't need to mention S-class at all later. He revealed the Supreme Council's attitude towards S-class, which was more like a reminder to me.

Angele VII thought.

Reminds me to value the S rank.

With this in mind, the last piece of advice is...

Angele VII spoke to several people in a heavy tone as if a war was about to start.

Their expressions implied excitement, war!war!Angele is the real master of this city!
"Find me Shakugan's Shana."

said Angele VII.

"I want to watch the full episode."

(End of this chapter)