Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 443
Sometimes, it is difficult to be a mediocre person, and it is even more difficult to be an ordinary person in a place where people are not suitable for the Gattuso family.

Unfortunately, Andrew is such a mediocre person born in the Gattuso family. He was born in the baby boom after World War II, graduated from Yale Law School with a J.D., and is the chief legal adviser of the Gattuso family.

This is an unattainable qualification for any ordinary person, but Andrew is from Gattuso, and this kind of experience that is no different from ordinary people is enough to make him judged mediocre by the family.

For a mafia-born family, the status of legal counsel is no better than toilet paper. Gattuso, who usurped a lot of power from World War II, can easily break the law and solve most problems. Only those families who don't want to get their hands dirty When it comes to things, they will think of Andrew's piece of toilet paper, and then pinch their noses and use him to wipe the floor clean.

Before Andrew came to Kassel College, he had already received a large pile of black materials from Angers, but his decades of experience in the family told him that these things were just a piece of waste paper.

If the photos in his hands of Angro with beautiful women basking in the sun can be called black material, then Pompeii Gattuso, the patriarch of the Gattuso family, should have been in prison for a long time.

Oh, no, according to the rules of the secret party, it is more likely to be a copper peanut.

Years of study in the law school told him that he was in trouble. This time he went to Kassel College and found out. He would be hated by Angers and Ander. If he couldn't find out, the patriarch above would not be able to explain. .

In this situation, there are two ways to break the situation. One is to completely lean towards one side’s strength. It would be a pleasure to come to Lu Qingtian who is stern and selfless, or to be Angers’ father’s dog; Put the trivial problems in the report, finish it quickly, run away quickly, and tell your superiors that you are not capable enough, and ask them to send another person to solve the problem.

In this way, Andrew may be punished by the family, but a loyal but incompetent subordinate is always better than a capable but disloyal guy.

As for using Angers' black material as cannon fodder for the family, I'm sorry, people who study the law are generally more rational. Andrew thinks his IQ is still good, and he is not willing to do such a stupid thing.

So, with the cooperation of him and the vice principal, he began to look for small flaws in Kassel College that could be used for business.

"Mr. Night Watchman, look at the table in this conference room, the mahogany antique, it is too wasteful, I will respond to the above."

"In this cafeteria, too much food is wasted every day, which is very bad."

"The food delivery service and the pool party are not in line with the purpose of the academy... What, Master Caesar often uses this service, so it's okay."

In such a huge college, there are many small thorns that can be picked out, but Andrew knows that these small troubles are not enough to deal with business.

His goal, from beginning to end, was only one, the keel cross.

As the only keel cross with a clear source obtained by the secret party over the years, this priceless treasure is the focus of everyone. As long as Andrew can pick out a little thorn, it is enough for him to hand over the job.

Now the two are in an elevator, and Andrew is very glad that he didn't eat much at noon. This elevator has obviously undergone some kind of special modification, and its acceleration is no less than that of a roller coaster in an amusement park. Can move left and right, so fat Andrew complained.

But the vice-principal on the other side looked normal, Andrew nodded at him with a wry smile, grabbed the railing beside him and asked casually, "Why didn't that boy see it before?"

"Finger?" The vice-principal was as firm as a mountain: "He still has things to do."

Just when the vice-principal said these words, Fingel's voice was coming from a tiny flesh-colored earphone in the vice-principal's ear: "Master, it's almost done."

The vice-principal nodded in satisfaction, and the elevator stopped just right, and Andrew walked out in a nonchalant way. As expected of Kassel College, this elevator is different.

In front of him was a somewhat dim corridor, and the light of the cold light illuminated the simple road below. The surrounding walls were plain white, and there was a smell in the air that could only be found in the basement.

It was the smell of air where no one had been.

It was cold, this was Andrew's first impression. The temperature here was at least ten degrees lower than above. Andrew, who was wearing summer clothes, had goosebumps all over his body, but the vice principal didn't notice it, and said politely to Andrew: "This is an ice cellar. , the most secret place underground in the academy, according to the regulations, you didn't have permission to come here."

"I understand, I understand," Andrew laughed and laughed, "Don't move, don't touch, and don't look elsewhere."

The vice-principal nodded in satisfaction, and led Andrew forward. The corridor was very quiet, and the vice-principal's leather shoes stepped on it, making a clicking sound, very rhythmic.

At the end of the passage, there is a bronze door. On the door is a strange smiling face, which looks very funny. A small bronze snake is lying on the corner of the smiling face. The vice principal pulled out a small dagger from his waist and scratched it On his finger, blood gushed out, and then painted the blood on the door.

"This is the gate where the living creatures live, and the dragon king is using the down method." The vice-principal introduced, and Andrew nodded in confusion. He had never seen such an advanced thing, and he couldn't say anything except oh for a while. come out.

The bronze snake retracted from its eye sockets, the door trembled a few times, and began to rise upwards, revealing the things behind it. Countless statues were placed on both sides of the road, men, women, beasts, dragons, they stared at Andrew, as if Live the same.

"Don't look, there are living beings in those statues." The vice principal patted Andrew on the back: "They will just screw your head off."

Andrew calmed down and looked forward. There was a piece of art that was exquisite and suffocating. The keel cross, a relic of the mighty Dragon King, looked like a cross as tall as a person, and its texture looked like ice crystals. Or diamonds, shining endlessly in the light.

"This is the keel cross, but it looks... It seems to be somewhat different from a corpse."

"That is, I used some methods to link it with the academy's alchemy matrix, and countless forces gushed out of it every moment, and those forces were collected by me for the academy's research." said the headmaster proudly.

"I can't pretend that I didn't hear it," Andrew excitedly opened the notebook in his hand: "This research still needs to be reported to the school board, but I believe they won't make things difficult for you."

The vice principal stuffed the dagger into Andrew's arms calmly: "The self-defense weapon I refined, a little sincerity."

Andrew smiled, and crossed out the entry in the notebook: "Oh, don't worry, what you just said, God knows, you are a master alchemist."

The vice-principal smiled and nodded, but he didn't know that knowing the earth is not empty words sometimes, the earth is sentient.

(End of this chapter)