Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 182 God Didn't Say This Word
Is this the Dragon Clan? !
Even though it had been used as a blood sacrifice for more than ten years, it woke up again less than an hour after it got out of trouble.

What an incredible life form!
But not every dragon has such an incredible self-recovery ability...

From this point of view, this guy is definitely a Dragon King-level creature.

There is a special course in the main part of the college, and the class time and place are not fixed, it all depends on the mood of the lecturer. Naturally, there are only two principals and vice principals in the whole school with such a big name.

The teacher of this course is the vice principal.

One day when he was drunk, he would give a passionate lecture by the swimming pool with his arms around a female student in a swimsuit. Chu Zihang was lucky enough to stop by and listen in once.

In that lecture, the vice-principal said that the powers held by the four monarchs are different. For example, the king of the earth and the mountain is considered to have the 'strongest power', while the king of bronze and fire is called the 'alchemist'. The throne of God', the king of sea and water is the "immortal incarnation", and the king of sky and wind is the most mysterious.

Regarding this point, he specifically asked Xia Mi, and Xia Mi told him the four characteristics of the four great monarchs.

The sky and wind are regarded as the incarnations of theocracy, high above the sky, the earth and mountains are the manifestation of kingship, bronze and fire symbolize war, and the last ocean and water correspond to the immortality of the dragon race.

Such a powerful and exuberant vitality... Could this be the egg of the king of ocean and water?
Chu Zihang frowned, he must find something to seal up this egg as soon as possible, otherwise the tragedy of the Lenin will repeat itself again!
The best way is to seal it up with liquid nitrogen at minus two hundred degrees, the low temperature will curb its activity, but the current conditions do not allow it.

Chu Zihang pulled out the holy sword and pierced into the center of the core tentatively.

If the man behind the scenes can kill the embryo in the egg and make it a blood sacrifice, so can he.
He doesn't need to kill the egg completely, he just needs to force it to sleep again the moment it just wakes up, until there is a reasonable container to seal it.

The alchemy long sword used by a certain woman for chopping firewood slowly pierced into the core, and violent beating came from under the blade, preventing the blade from piercing, it seemed to be the last struggle.

It gradually fell silent.

Chu Zihang exhaled slowly, his guess was right.

He looked at the distant horizon again, the sea breeze was blowing head-on, and the sound of the waves was endless. They had to go ashore as soon as possible.

Before Yuan Zhisheng mentioned that the support of the Sheqi Bajia would arrive soon, they could not go to the nearest port, they had to detour.

Chu Zihang turned around and rummaged in the cabin, found a simple map, roughly confirmed the sea area they were in, and began to search for nearby ports.

Chu Zihang pondered, if he remembered correctly, the headquarters has a safe harbor in Qianzuru Town, which is also a secret transfer station.

The Department has set up hundreds of safe ports around the world. Sometimes they are used to transfer some ulterior goods, but more often they are idle. If the commissioner encounters danger while operating abroad, he can go to the safe port take refuge.

Safe Harbor will buy the Commissioner valuable time during which Norma will deploy resources to organize a rescue.

Before coming to Japan, Norma prepared a special edition of the "Action Manual" for them to remind them of various matters that they should pay attention to in Japan, including this safe harbor.

They can go there to get in touch with the headquarters, but they don't know if it's still safe.

Putting down the map, Chu Zihang changed his course. He looked back at Caesar who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help frowning.

See the future in a dream?
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In the early morning, the headquarters of Kassel College, the hilltop campus.

The hundred-year-old maple tree is shrouded in a smoky green, and new and tender leaf buds grow on the bare branches.

Spring in Illinois has come, the cold spring on the top of the mountain melts, and the sound of waterfalls cascading down can be faintly heard.

"This is the best season," the vice-principal always talks about spring so affectionately. "Spring is sleepy, autumn is exhausted, summer is napping, and winter is sleepless."

In short, he thinks that spring is a beautiful season, suitable for recuperation, so at the school affairs meeting, he strongly suggested that the class time be postponed for half an hour in the beautiful spring.

Unexpectedly, this proposal was unanimously approved by the head of the department and all committees on the grounds that the proposal had no interest in the vice-principal, because the old guy had never preached or received any work. It can be seen that this is purely the vice-principal's appeal to the teachers. They couldn't waste the rare kindness of the vice-principal.

Therefore, the Kassel campus in spring is the most peaceful, with a fairytale atmosphere.

The morning mist filled every corner of the campus like a white veil. Angers took a deep breath. The scent of grass and trees in the air was refreshing and helpful for dispelling the hangover.

He is a dedicated principal who is the first member of staff to cross campus to work each morning.

Inspecting this campus every morning for hundreds of years, I have a sense of accomplishment like an old lion patrolling its territory.

His Maserati sports car was parked in front of the small building, and the lawn was neatly manicured. Angers was very satisfied.

This morning was as quiet as every morning for the past hundred years.

He took out the bronze key from the bag and inserted it into the lock... suddenly froze.

The door of the building was not locked.

This small building is the principal's office and private library. Only Angers and the night watchman hold the keys. The door lock made by alchemy looks ordinary, but there are living spirits guarding it inside.There are not many thieves in this world who can open it, at least they must have an "A+" bloodline.

It won't be the vice-principal either. This old guy was the one who drank brandy with Angers last night.

Angers was silent for a second, then pulled out the pocket knife from the purse.

He slowly opened the door, casually put the bag on the cabinet on the left, took off his coat, opened the cabinet, hung it on the hanger, and walked upstairs calmly.

There were faint discussions and laughter from upstairs, and the atmosphere seemed to be very harmonious?

Hell, are all thieves so bold these days?
Now is the season when there are no leaves, the skylight is open, sunlight and morning mist are permeating in, and the stair corridor is pale gold, two or three squirrels are lying on the window and looking down.

Angers raised his eyebrows. This group of little creatures lived in the tree hole of the big pine tree on the west side of the small building. They were extremely vigilant. Usually they would climb up and down the bookshelves of the small building wantonly, but whenever a stranger approached, They disappear quickly.

There were at least two intruders upstairs, but the squirrels were not afraid of them. Why?acquaintance?

On the table under the skylight on the top floor, there is a curl of hot air, wrapped in the aroma of black tea, which is Angers' favorite box of "Lapsang Souchong".

There were two people sitting in the room. An uninvited guest was wearing a white suit, drinking tea comfortably on the back of the chair, crossing his legs, and wearing elegant handmade crocodile leather shoes on his feet.

Another... priest?
Angers was taken aback.

The two burglars didn't seem to notice the owner's arrival at all. They were happily feeding the squirrels and communicating with each other in a harmonious atmosphere.

Ange coughed softly.

"Hey! Angers! How long have we not seen each other?" The handsome little thief turned his head and greeted, his face full of joy of "old friend reunion".

Angers didn't speak, and repeatedly looked at the thief's face.

This is an overly handsome man with long blond hair, sea-blue eyes, a tall nose bridge and a manly beard. He wears a pair of rimless glasses. He has a strong body and perfect curves, because he has been exercising in the sun all year round. In the sea breeze, his skin is a healthy wheat color, and the wide open neckline exposes his perfectly shaped chest muscles...

I have to admit that Caesar is very similar to his own father in this respect.

Pompeii Gattuso, a man who is ashamed of his emotional scum even the vice-principal.

But even so, there are still many women chasing him around the world, just to admire his figure running on the beach with a surfboard between them.

"Who is this?" Angers looked at the priest sitting beside Pompey.

"This is Bishop Mei!" The man put his arms around the priest's shoulders, with a familiar expression on his face.

The priest raised his hand with a smile and opened the claws on his shoulder one by one. He looked behind Angers and said, "It's our first meeting, Principal Angers, is my little Leonardo awake yet?"

Ange's pupils shrank instantly.

"Oh!" Pompey was surprised, "Mr. Bishop, do you still know our dear vice-principal?"

"It was a beautiful encounter by the lake." The priest said with a smile.

Angers fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man in front of him, his real age was dozens of times his appearance!
The idiot Pompey didn't know his identity, but Ange keenly guessed his identity from his clothes and the name he called the night watchman.

The "last Semitic" in the mouth of the vice-principal claims to have faced the unknown existence of God!
"Please wait a moment, I'll ask someone to rush that lazy guy for you." Anger put away the pocket knife, sat opposite the two, and dialed the phone with a smile.

"Hello, is this Professor Manstein? Please go to the attic to find the vice-principal and tell him that the guest he has been waiting for for many years is here in the principal's office."

Angers hung up the phone, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip. The temperature and thickness were just right.

Pompey thoughtfully filled a cup of rich black tea in advance and waited for him, although he was entertained with his own tea.

"Are you here to visit Leonardo?" Angers tentatively asked with a smile.

"I'm here to lure him to a ceremony." The priest smiled unabated, with a touch of regret in his tone, "I don't have any acquaintances in this world, and it's rare for someone to be related, so I want to take him to see the world , history always needs witnesses.”

Ange said solemnly: "Can I ask, what kind of festival is it, do you mind having one more guest?"

"Principal Angers is also interested?" the priest said with a smile, "However, even if I don't invite you, you will be a part of this ceremony."

Anger's eyes narrowed slightly: "The festival...is it in Japan?"

"It's really sharp." The priest praised, "No wonder your school can teach such excellent students."

"Ange, he's talking about my son!" The unwilling man squeezed into the conversation between the two, and said happily, "Mr. Bishop is full of praise for my son! I really envy me for having such an outstanding son!"

"Oh? Have you met Caesar?" Angers asked.

"I've seen it twice, but the first time is still fresh in my memory." The priest said with emotion, "I have been preaching for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered someone who dared to set fire to my church."

Angers stared blankly, looking for Caesar's father beside him.

"Um, you know, boys always have an unforgettable time of rebellion." Pompeii shrugged and took it lightly.

"It was at his mother's funeral. Generally speaking, he was actually a kind and stubborn child, fighting against the world around him alone. It wasn't his fault, it was his parents." The priest thought for a while and added Said, "Otherwise I would have sent him to God to apologize."

Angers wiped his sweat secretly, "I don't know which church Mr. Bishop is in. I would like to visit it when I have time. I was also a devout believer when I was young."

"I changed jobs a few years ago." The priest said solemnly, "The world is so big, and I want to see it too. Speaking of which, I am very interested in Buddhism recently. Is Principal Angers interested in studying it together?"

"I'm also very interested in Buddhism!" Pompeii jumped out happily, "I went to XZ to participate in the spiritual journey of Tibetan Buddhism some time ago, but unfortunately it was interrupted by my stupid brother."

Looking at the indignation on someone's face, Ange exposed him expressionlessly and said, "Spiritual journey? Are you referring to the symposium discussing Shuangxiu and Joy Zen?"

"Ange, how do you know, are you a member too?" Pompeii couldn't help being surprised, as if he had found a similar expression.

Angers took a deep breath.

"You bastard, what are you doing here if you don't roll on the bed with some supermodel?" Anger said coldly

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it's because my son is missing." Pompeii sighed. "Speaking of which, I have never been to his parents' meeting. The first time I came here was for this kind of thing. It's really sad."

"But I thought the person who came would be Frost Gattuso, not Pompey Gattuso." Anger looked directly into Pompeii's eyes with a slightly provocative expression, "The father-son relationship between you and Caesar Is it that good?"

Pompeo Gattuso.

Cesar Gattuso's father, the current head of the Gattuso family.

Frost's seat on the school board was practically his own, but it was difficult to get meeting notices to him because of his wanderings around the world.

And Frost is indeed a strong man, except that he is a little bit unappealing here in Angers...

He spent ten years elevating Pompeii, holding the power of the family in his hands, and making the family business flourish.

It's hard to imagine the Gattuso family without Frost.

From the current point of view, the next generation of Patriarch Caesar Gattuso is in the same vein as this generation of Patriarch Pompeii Gattuso, and the blue is better than the blue.

"Our father-son relationship is absolutely fine. I will give him a designer-signed Bugatti Veyron for his birthday." Pompeii is confident, "He is just in a rebellious period, and eventually he will know that I am a good father."

"Hehe, a good father wouldn't let his wife's funeral go and chase after an international supermodel." The priest said cheerfully.

Angers was startled and said, "Are you familiar with the Gattuso family?"

"I'm not familiar with it, but I just happened to be invited to preside over the funeral for Kaiser Gullweger's mother."

"Oh, this statement is really sad." Pompey said with a sad face, "I thought we were good friends who talked about everything. Besides, my son's name is Cesar Gattuso."

"Sorry, I'm allergic to scumbags." The priest said tactfully.

"Don't be like this, God said that out of ten men, nine are scumbags, and the remaining one is a scumbag, but they don't have such excellent conditions as me."

Pompey tried hard to prove that there was no difference between him and the masses.

The only thing that separates him from the public is the stinky money in his family.

The priest said righteously: "Although it is my predecessor, I still want to speak out for him. God never said this!"

(End of this chapter)