Dragon Clan: Returning from Rebirth, My God Lu Mingfei Tu preaches the Tao

Chapter 232 Showing You Something

Kassel Academy, Hall of Valor.

This originally magnificent palace looked particularly dilapidated, the statue of Odin was violently distorted, the surrounding granite walls carved with patterns were torn apart, and even the gray-black wall skin fell from the top from time to time.

This is the place where the graduation ceremony is held for the students. The benches have been emptied and replaced by a long oak table, and there are figures sitting around the long table.

These people are obviously the directors of the academy who came from all over the world.

The atmosphere was extremely silent, and no one spoke first.

To be precise, these school managers are all in complicated moods, and each of them looks uglier than their dead parents.

Especially Frost, the acting owner of the Gattuso family.

At this moment, this guy's old face was as dark as a pot, and those who didn't know it thought it was a seriously ill man who had been constipated for a long time.

The faces of the others were either heavy or trembling.

Not long ago, they entered Kassel College, and what they saw, they all received a strong shock in their hearts.

It's too awful.

The destruction of the entire Kassel Academy was appalling.

Although the school managers had already done some understanding through photos or videos before arriving at the college.

It's just that those photos and videos have been severely distorted through on-site shooting, and it is impossible to restore the real scene.

Now they witnessed the scene with their own eyes.

The garden of Versailles twisted into twists, the artificial lake that has been directly evaporated, still flows with dark magma, and the original sacred Odin Square has also been reduced to ruins.

At the beginning, the school directors funded the construction of this college with the purpose of building those iconic buildings. Odin Square is the key project. Every rock in this square has been carefully selected. Not only is the style old and symbolic, but it is also extremely Tough, but now it has long been reduced to dilapidated ruins.

When the wind blows, black dust floats up.

And the Hall of Valor in the center of the square ushered in a heavy blow.

The huge temple was torn apart, and the original sacred appearance was covered with scorched black marks. The mighty and domineering rooster sculpture at the top of the temple was pierced by a spear-like steel bar, like a grilled broiler.

The school directors watched the scene of the destruction of the college with complicated emotions.

But what's more in my heart is shock and fear.

Not only the building environment was destroyed, but also residual energy fluctuations permeated the college. The stronger the bloodline of the mixed race, the more they could feel the obscurity and terror of these energies.

Although I didn't see the battle, it must have been a devastating shock.

The school managers put themselves in their shoes and wondered whether they would have been able to survive if they were in the aftermath of the battle.

Is there?

I am afraid that this possibility is very small.

The school directors could see the dome mural of Odin holding a meeting with the gods when they looked up. The majestic faces of the gods became extremely frightened as they twisted, even Odin, the god-king, was no exception.

It was as if the devil came suddenly during the meeting, and even the gods couldn't resist, they could only watch themselves being swallowed by the flames of the devil.

When the wind blows, there is a creaking and shaking sound of steel bars and concrete in the dilapidated palace, like the painful groans of the gods.

A meeting of the gods completely turned into a twilight of the gods.

This seemed to imperceptibly indicate the purpose and final outcome of the school directors' visit this time, which always gave them an ominous premonition.

Therefore, the atmosphere at this moment seemed extremely silent, and each of the school directors had a heavy and complicated mood, as if even their breathing had become depressed.

They wanted to sanction the Dragon King's twins and the S-rank, but could they really do so?It's still whimsical, maybe it might even cost your life.

However, it was this kind of tragic battle, and they had more or less a little luck in their hearts, that is, if the monsters killed each other and caused both losers, wouldn't that be their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Once those monsters really recover, they will most likely have no chance.

This is a big gamble, if the gamble wins, the family behind them will usher in supreme glory.

If you lose the bet...

Ragnarok on the dome may be the last portrayal.

The middle-aged school manager, who was holding a Buddhist bead, bowed his head and recited the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such. All conditioned dharmas..."

An old man next to the middle-aged man gave him a hard look.

It was hard to tell the actual age of this haggard old man from his appearance. He was too old. He was wearing a black suit with a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. He had a solemn expression, as if he was attending a funeral.

But at this moment, listening to the middle-aged man around him chanting Buddhist scriptures vigorously, this stimulates him, the sound of chanting almost wants to send him away directly.

Sitting on the other side of the old man is a girl who looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long golden hair coiled directly on the top of her head, and her baby-fat delicate face is full of majesty, her temperament is like a simple old pedant .

The girl is also one of the school managers.

Faced with the solemn atmosphere of the audience, Angers seemed indifferent.

He was holding an apple in his hand, and he was peeling it slowly with the pocket knife. His knife skills were very good. An apple was cut in one go from the beginning to the end, and it seemed that it was about to be completely peeled.

"Principal Angers, haven't you ever eaten an apple? Don't you have anything to say now? Or do you want us to act like idiots and watch you eat apples?"

After a long silence, Frost was the first to sit still.

He looked at Ange with a dark face, and asked in a deep voice.

"Listen up, everyone here, I didn't say you are all idiots!" Angers smiled wryly.

"Ange, you took it out of context! Did I mean that?!" Frost frowned.

Angers paused slightly with his hand peeling the apple, then raised his eyes casually and said, "What are you talking about? Could it be that Patriarch Frost wants to say why you don't have apples?
If this is the case, I am really sorry. After this disaster, the resources of the college are very limited, and Apple is the only one. I hope everyone understands. "

"you!"

Frost's eyes were almost on fire, and he was really angry.

Dare to feel that this school board meeting is like a child's play house, Angers said it was childish and ridiculous.

This is a sacred and inviolable school board meeting, and it is a serious exchange between the top forces of the mixed race. Every meeting almost determines the life and death of human beings, but now the other party is talking about an apple. Everyone here is Missing those two bites of apples, you bastard!

"Master Frost, don't be so irritable. If you really want to eat, although you can't give you an apple, you can still eat the apple peel."

As he spoke, Angers threw a piece of peeled apple on the table in front of Frost.

"Ange! Are you kidding me!"

"No, no, of course I'm not funny. I'm not a comedian. Why do I have to be funny to please everyone? I'm just explaining the facts very seriously. The college currently has limited resources, and even a few high-quality directors I can't provide any meals for you, but you must have eaten on the private jet on the way to Chicago, so it shouldn't be short of a meal or two.

It's just that after the meeting is over, please find a hotel to rest on your own. In the current situation of the college, it is really difficult to find a comfortable place for you. "Ange looked ashamed.

"Principal Angers don't have to feel guilty. I came here this time for the Kassel College after the disaster, not for pleasure. Speaking of which, this is my negligence. As a school manager, I failed to provide the college with the first time. Funding." Lisa on the side felt ashamed.

"It's really gratifying that Lisa, the school manager, can put herself in the shoes of the college. You can eat this apple." Anger handed the peeled apple to the girl.

"Thank you, Headmaster."

Lisa took the apples.

The small rosy mouth opened slightly, and then took a bite with the white teeth.

Pfft...very sweet.

Not long ago, Frost, who could only eat apple peels, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking that the two of you are playing a double reed.

But Frost knew that he couldn't speak without authorization at this time. After all, he couldn't talk to Angers, let alone beat him. If he persisted, it would only make a bigger joke.

Frost now thinks he's a comedian, no, he's probably more of a clown, bouncing around the stage and doing all kinds of antics that make people laugh out loud.

He couldn't help but glance at Beowulf sitting upright at the end of the long table.

At this time, this old man is the only one who is qualified and capable of intimidating Angers.

If it is the ancient land of the East, this must be Taishan Beidou, who has shocked the martial arts. He belongs to the kind of big man who stomps his feet and shakes the whole rivers and lakes.

From the beginning of entering the meeting, Beowulf closed his eyes and rested, and never spoke.

It wasn't until the surroundings became completely quiet that he couldn't help opening his eyes, his old eyes were awe-inspiring.

"Your Excellency Angers, as the school director, we will definitely provide funding for the reconstruction of Kassel. My Beowulf family can take the lead in expressing our willingness to donate [-] million US dollars to help the college. I think the school directors are very concerned about the expenditure of [-] million US dollars. I don't have an opinion either."

"No comment."

All the school directors Qiqi expressed their willingness to contribute [-] million US dollars to support the reconstruction of Kassel.

In this way, with the support of this large amount of funds, Kassel College will definitely rebuild its former glory.

"I can't thank Angers enough for the generosity of the school trustees," Angers said.

"Your Excellency, Angers, you don't need to be grateful. We are the school directors of Kassel, and everything in the college is naturally under our control. Then we can get to the point." Beowulf said in a deep voice.

Rumble.

The sound of thunder rolls down from the end of the sky, setting off echoes in the hall.

At this moment, everyone was sitting upright, and they all looked at Angers, as if they were waiting for the principal's reply.

"It's really time to start."

Angers expression also became solemn.

"Your Excellency Angers, I want to know how you plan to deal with the twins and S-class students this time?" Beowulf cut straight to the point.

"Or, when will these monsters be handed over?"

As soon as this remark came out, it was a complete showdown with Angers.

Whether it is the twins of the Dragon King or Lu Mingfei, the terrifying S-rank, they are all deeply involved, and their value is like the temptation of ordinary people facing Jinshan.

A mere [-] million US dollars is nothing, these monsters are the real treasures.

Hearing this, Angers laughed brightly.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Beowulf's resolute and iron-blooded style, the question he uttered is like a knife's edge, and people have to deal with it."

"Your Excellency Angers, you have to know that this knife has not been cut out, otherwise we, the school directors, will not be here today." Beowulf looked calm, but what he said was shocking.

This dragon bloodthirsty, once the leader of the secret party action team wanted to sanction the monsters in Kassel Academy, which was enough to represent this determination.

When the other party said this, he was obviously giving an ultimatum to Angers. His implication was to let Angers confess honestly, and even hand over all those monsters, so that Angers could do it safely. headmaster.

The other school managers couldn't help looking at Angers.

Obviously the pressure is on Angers' side.

If the headmaster insists on going his own way again, he will face the target of this hero family, and even the target of the whole mixed race world.

Although Angers is very strong, he is still the head of the school after all, so he has a lot of worries.

Frost sneered in his heart, and said to Ange, you bastard, why don't you stop talking? If you are awesome, would you still dare to wrestle with Beowulf in person?

"Your Excellency Beowulf is right." Angers said with a chuckle.

The words give a very recognized sense of approval, as if to show that Beowulf is very right, and Angers is a man who knows the times and affairs.

The surrounding school directors were slightly taken aback, they didn't expect Angers, a big thorn, to be so talkative, especially when it comes to issues related to the Dragon King.

Even Beowulf couldn't help looking sideways.

He originally thought that it would take a lot of talking, and even use force to oppress it when necessary, but he didn't expect Ange to compromise so easily.

Something is wrong.

As the saying goes, there must be monsters when things go wrong, and the other party will never hand over those monsters easily.

Because he is Angers, a man who is willing to sacrifice his life for dragon slaying.

Once such a person grasps what he wants, he will not let it go even if he dies, and things like the Dragon King must be the other party's concern.

"So, is Your Excellency Angers willing to hand over the monsters?" Frost asked tentatively.

He also didn't believe Angers would give up so easily.

It's just that he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Angers, so this operation made him unable to fix it.

But at the next moment, Frost seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He suddenly thought of the alchemy nuclear bomb funded by the Gattuso family, which seemed to be in the underground arsenal of the Hall of Valor.

This old guy probably wants to come to Game of Thrones and send them all to heaven.

However, just when Frost thought about it and was terrified.

Anger shrugged indifferently.

"No, it's not that I want to, but I really support this kind of approach. If you can take these monsters away, I, Angers, can't wait for it. After all, I haven't lived enough yet?"

"What do you mean?" Beowulf narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Then I'll stop talking nonsense and show you something. After you finish reading, I, Anger, will never intervene in how those monsters deal with it."

As he spoke, Angers brought out the two stone boxes that had been prepared by his side, and placed them on the long table.

Under the focused eyes of everyone, he took the lead in opening the top stone box, revealing the things lying in the box.

Immediately, everyone in the audience opened their golden pupils uncontrollably.

In the depths of the golden pupils, iron-gray light was reflected.

(End of this chapter)