Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 265 Are You Afraid? (two in one)

"Hey! My old friend, you have such a temper!~"

The overwhelming rain hit the bell tower of the chapel, and the bell was ringing in the wind.The door was pushed open, and a man in black was holding a black umbrella.

Hearing the other party's emotion, the man in black froze for a moment, then snorted softly and cursed with a smile.

"You tapped the monitor in the boardroom?"

When Angers walked into the bell tower, he seemed to be familiar with the road. After opening the door, he put away the umbrella neatly, and then threw it into the corner next to him. The movement was very smooth, with a kind of elegant style of a college boy throwing the umbrella at the door of the dormitory. .

"No, how dare I, and alchemy is not used to do these vulgar things! Do you think that my contemporary Flamel has no dignity of his own?!" The speaker sat alone in a corner On the sofa, two fingers hooked the mouth of the wine bottle, shaking it. "If you want to put it, it should be placed in the women's locker room, preferably in the swimming department."

"Really, if you let go of what I originally wanted to praise you." Anger didn't care and shrugged. "But if it's a women's locker room, then I, as the dean of Kassel College, will condemn you."

The idle man was noncommittal, pouted and said, "Then what if I'm put in the locker room of another school?"

Angers smiled and found a place to sit down.

"Then I can't control it, but as a three-good citizen, I need to look through and screen."

"Good for you."

"A bottle to drink."

"Whiskey, pure malt, whether you like it or not."

The conversation between the two ended here. They seemed to be very familiar with each other. There was no sense of unfamiliarity when they spoke, and there was no hesitation in their actions, just like friends who often visit the house.

Maybe not as if.

"Returning to the previous topic, I have been your bad friend for so many years, can I know what you look like when you are angry, just like the tall and cold student president who is black and straight in butter has a relative, and the surface is calm , actually frowning tightly, waiting for others to touch your bad head, almost writing 'Who will give it to death' with oil-based pen in the eyes."

"It's not so exaggerated." Angers pulled off his tie, unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt, then raised his head and poured water down his throat. The strong burning sensation was probably equivalent to Normal people eat mints when their throat is inflamed. It is not very irritating, but it can relieve itching.

But everyone knows, in fact, if the throat is inflamed, you can’t just eat throat lozenges, especially the sweet ones. In addition to promoting inflammation, it may also help the wallet to lose weight.

But, who doesn't know?

And who can hold back.

"Is it about that student of yours?"

"It's about my student."

The two exchanged words again inexplicably. The sloppy man pouted and raised his eyebrows. His calf twitched when he was slumped on the sofa with his legs dangling upwards, showing signs of sitting upright.

"Did they do anything to that brat?"

"It doesn't count. It's probably just a test, to see what the kid can do. After all, it's been a year, and the news can't be hidden." Angers moved his mouth close to the mouth of the wine bottle, and his eyes glanced at the surface of the whiskey. The waves are swaying, and the fire is shining in the eyes, but it is as fragile and swaying as it will be extinguished.

"They want someone to replace you?"

"Lixiang? Hehe. If she is willing to take over, it would be a good thing for me, provided that—"

Angers took another sip, this time he almost finished blowing on the bottle, and when he put the wine down again, there was no sound of the liquid shaking inside.

"The premise is that those old things don't want to control her and use her as a tool."

"It's hard, except for you, as long as you are a person, you have weaknesses." The man said with an inexplicable emotion. "Except for the death-seeking vengeful ghost, no one can deal with those vampires, even if the little ghost fights against two of you, she can't protect everyone around her all the time."

".maybe."

Angers didn't agree or deny this sentence, this violation made the audience opposite him frown, and couldn't help but take another look at Angers.

He had some guesses, long before Angers came, but he needed time to verify this conclusion, and he also
Don't want to trust your own guesswork.

"...Okay, okay!" The middle-aged uncle seemed to change the subject. "Changing the subject—Ange, I've been meaning to say since just now, on this gloomy rainy day, please don't come to my place dressed like a mourner to listen to the bells? People complain like a funeral, you made me think that today is my funeral."

"Let's not say that your nickname is Night Watchman, and you are afraid of this? Besides, isn't it aggressive enough for me to help you carry the coffin?" Anger suddenly laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't be the one to carry you on the day you die. I will help you choose nine good-looking dragons and tie them under your coffin. I learned this when I went to China. It's very compelling." Great, get together a Kowloon coffin."

"Cool!—but is there really a dragon willing to take the job?"

"I didn't say that I wanted to get their consent." Angers smiled, as if he was very satisfied with his joke, he gestured for the other party to have some more wine, and said cheerfully.

"Besides, what's wrong with the black suit? I've known you for so many years, haven't you always worn it like this?"

"Because you have been preparing for the funeral all these years." The night watchman could only grab another suspicious-looking glass, looked at his own wine bottle unwillingly, and finally decided to pour a small glass of wine and hand it to Ang hot.

Angers took it, and they also huddled in the sofa. The sofa behind them made a whining sound, but the two men ignored it and just drank one sip, without speaking for a long time.

It was a sleazy attic, with glass windows on the sunny side and huge posters of low-cut girls.There is only an unfolded bed, a single sofa, a computer desk and swivel chair, and a large bookshelf full of DVDs of Western movies.Of course, there are empty wine bottles all over the floor and adult magazines thrown everywhere.

The Academy's hidden figure, the Night's Watch, has lived here for decades in a home styled like a discontented adolescent.

The style of this loft conflicted too much with Angers' aesthetics, but Angers naturally occupied the most comfortable position after he came in.He is very familiar with this place, and he can't be unfamiliar with it, because only here can he find the night watchman.

Everyone has a few bad friends who always ask you to meet in places with dubious sanitation, drinking cheap beer and eating bad seafood.But you still go there, spitting at him, and enjoying it.

Angers also had such friends.

"Yeah. I've been preparing."

The topic was silent for a long time, but Ange finally answered, acknowledging what his friend said, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if it was because he drank too much wine, or for other reasons.

The night watchman glanced up at him and continued to pour the wine.

He thought for a while, and took the initiative to speak.

"This year has been the worst year I've had in decades."

"Just because you old boy went to China and stormed into that damned Nibelung with your new student, oh my god, Nibelung, that's Nibelung! That's holy A temple-like place! The alchemists tried their best to find it, but you rushed in with a brat?"

Angers shrugged embarrassingly, raised his wine glass with one arm, and said melodiously.

"By the way, I slashed Odin."

"Tsk, I get it, I get it, this is the least important part of the story you've told countless times."

"Hey, too much too much."

After the two choked, they quickly returned to normal. The night watchman licked his lips and tapped the rim of the wine bottle uncertainly.

"You deciphered the so-called truth in China, and when you came back, you told me that this world is a fucking mess of illusions. The alchemy books I have read for most of my life are all garbled codes. It is "Introduction to C Language", and "C Language into the Soil" It has long been hidden by an old boy named Odin."

Anger sneered at the other party's reaction, and said with a whimper, "You weren't very surprised at the time, you already guessed something, didn't you?"

".I just vaguely feel that there are some problems, but unlike your student, I am the kind of person who instinctively senses the danger and doesn't want to go any further. It's okay for me to go to the bar to pick up girls and dance pole dance, but when I face a dragon Forget it."

"Soft-legged shrimp."

"That's also New Zealand crayfish-level soft-legged shrimp, tsk, don't interrupt me, what I said just now is right, your student." The night watchman twisted his temple hard, recalling the girl's message in his mind .

"Fujimaru Tachika, a native of Earth, an individual with extremely abnormal spiritual elements, an individual with extremely abnormal human genes, and an individual with abnormally mutated dragon bloodlines, the whole person is synonymous with the word miracle, but it is 100% proved that he is not a person transformed by the Dragon King. "

"Debuted in the Japanese branch. In the first year of debut, I solved the local organization confrontation for thousands of years. I blew up half of the Tokyo Tower. I went to Tokyo Disney to fight with you, an old boy, and got a draw. I went to China to go on a mission. The first time I was in Dragon King He jumped out the door and ran out again, and humiliated the other party severely by the way."

"After that, I stayed in middle school and became a scheduled student of Kassel College. Over the past year, I have worked with you to deal with the frequent cases of dragon resuscitation in recent years. Together, I have solved three suspected second-generation objects, and reached the double-digit third-generation."

"Yan Ling is a [Word Ling. Oracle] that has never been seen before or since. The ability currently shown is that the [Spirit] that communicates with ancient heroic spirits has achieved something similar to spirit descending. It can achieve unimaginable strength in this way. , and can even attune three Heroic Spirits at once."

After saying these words in one breath, the night watchman felt that his lips were a little dry, and Ange thoughtfully brought up a glass of liquid, and he took it and drank it directly regardless of what it was.

Seeing this, Ange also took the time to add something by the way.

"By the way, it was a year ago that the three Heroic Spirits were co-tuned, and so was the information about [Yanling.Oracle]. It can already affect reality to a certain extent.”

"Pfft!——" The night watchman spit out what he just drank for a day, and the wine was flying all over the sky. It's a pity that it's not sunny now, otherwise a rainbow ring might appear.

The man didn't react until he vomited halfway, and then he tensed up quickly, and drank the rest with all his strength.This action caused him to accidentally drink some into his nasal cavity and trachea, and he started to cough.

He didn't know whether he had talked too much, or because he was thinking about the content of these words, so his mouth was so dry.

But in the end, he came to his own conclusions.

"This is a fucking monster! A monster through and through!! Even if the history of this world is fabricated by Odin according to what you said, it is impossible for any mixed race in this world to surpass the level of this monster. I seriously doubt it. She has already been able to kill the Dragon King alone!"

"At least it's not impossible." Angers spread his hands.

"...Maybe we can keep it simple, maybe the school board will know how to enter the Nibelungen, and will fund you with a few nuclear bombs, let you go in and blow up the Nibelungen. Of course, it is best to blow yourself up by the way, I can imagine how much they don't like you." The night watchman said, "This way you get your wish as a vengeful man, and the school board will support the new puppet, and everyone is happy."

"Will you be happy too?"

"As an old friend, I will attend your funeral and promise not to make a fuss." The night watchman puffed out his chest.

Angers didn't deny it, but said softly: "The people in the school board can't fight against the Dragon Clan. You know it, and I know it too. Only they don't know it. They don't understand how cruel war is. I said Now, I'd love it if you actually put monitors in the boardroom."

Angers squatted with a glass of wine, walked to the window, and looked out at the scenery outside. There was the "Hall of Valor" of Kassel College. There was originally a sculpture of Odin engraved there, but it was a pity that Angers returned to Kassel for the first time. The first thing was to go to the bathroom in his private office, and the second thing was to kick Odin's sculpture when he went out.

There is a spirit in heaven, if I offend the gods—

There is a kind of come and hit me in person.

The rubble of the sculpture is still piled up there, washed by the rain like a mass of discarded plastic garbage. Looking at it, Angers feels like a normal person saw a puppet cat, which can be used to adjust his mood.

"You should really see how those old things reacted when they saw me pretending to be angry a little bit. If it was a cartoon of cat and mouse, they would have been bent into an arch bridge."

".You may feel that you are keeping up with the times, but cat and mouse as an animation is quite old for young people." The night watchman complained, but then agreed.

"But I can understand what you are saying. They are politicians. Politicians always think of building a new world before the war is over, just like the United States and the Soviet Union have already considered how to divide their spheres of influence in Europe before they conquered Berlin. "

"Yes, they are already full of confidence that after the Dragon Clan is completely buried, they will take over the power of the world." Anger said, narrowing his eyes.

"But the war has only just begun."

"And I'm a soldier, and I just need to live until the war ends."

Angers looked at the night watchman.

"My friend, I still need your support until the war is over."

"My friend, you are already old enough to die, why do you persist?"

night watchman sighed

"You know, why ask again?"

The night watchman nodded, "I know, you are a mourner, so you have been wearing black, with a jackknife in your sleeve, and every moment for 100 years you have been thinking about killing people, ah no, dragon slaying. You are the kind of vengeful People who have hatred with you and become your enemy will only die. Unless they kill you first."

"I've known it for a long time. We've known each other for a long time." The night watchman said softly.

"If possible, I should agree to your invitation, no, I will agree to you now, because honestly, if there is a person in this world who can kill those reptiles with a mixed race, in that little girl named Fujimaru Tachika Before you appear, I am willing to put all my chips on you."

"Are the odds high?"

"Tall, as tall as Japan playing Germany in the World Cup." The night watchman scratched his head again after saying bad words.

"But...something seems to have changed now."

"As you said, I also don't like the chaebols and politicians in the school board. They can sacrifice anyone for their own interests. Politicians don't care about morality and the bottom line. But they still think about construction, Build a new era of hybrids and take power. And you're just going to put the dragons to death..."

"I believe what you said, given the chance you would end the Dragons with a mushroom cloud of nuclear bombs, and when fire rained down from the sky, you would light a cigar and pour a glass of champagne in honor of your old friends. Your life is on Waiting for the moment full of performance art," the night watchman whispered.

"But Angers, that was you before."

Ping.

The wine bottle was thrown into the trash can, Angers turned his head without changing his face, and asked naturally as if he hadn't heard what his friend said.

".what are you saying?"

"You know what I say best in your heart." The night watchman no longer avoided, but looked straight at Angers.

Unlike the old men on the school board, for the night watchman, even if Ange really lit up his golden pupils in front of him, he would not avoid his sight.There will always be a few weirdos in this world, just like Odin said, the proud of an era will always keep an incomprehensible distance from other vulgar people, when other mixed races are still fighting with lions and leopards In the martial arts competition, as S-class hybrids, they are responsible for killing the Dragon King of this era.

The ability of the night watchman is the commandment, and he is the most powerful alchemist in the world. He is the old man who assists Angers in running the Kassel Academy, even older than him.

And the pedigree is no less than that of Angers.

"Why put all the chips on you? As I said, even Tachika Fujimaru has weaknesses. No matter how powerful that girl is, there will be someone who wants to protect her, but you don't need it. You are a lunatic. Everything about you It's all for destruction, to destroy the dragon clan, to destroy the enemy, and even...to destroy yourself."

"You may feel that you are still relaxed, you may feel that you are still sane, you may feel that you are mature and just persistent, but friends... when a person bets everything on revenge, he and The so-called calm is gone.”

"But this is your choice. As your bad friend, I have no right to say anything. If you are determined to jump off the end of destruction and close your eyes before the dawn of the world, then I can only bless you Sprinkle two white roses for you, or... I mean maybe, maybe, probably, I will jump down with you when necessary, and be a handsome man who ends his life."

"But it's all based on...you have no weaknesses, Angers."

"Answer me, Angers, why are you so angry, don't use your acting skills to lie, isn't it rare that you are framed by the school board, why do you have such a big reaction only this time?"

"Tell me, Angers."

The night watchman looked straight at Angers.

—Are you afraid?

"."

The iron-gray sky covered the light with a layer of dusty shadows. The man's shadow was blurred and far away, and the eyes that looked at him in front of him seemed to be elongated and distorted with the sound of tinnitus.

Anger pursed her lips and suddenly laughed.

"Pfft! Hahahahahaha——"

"Hey old friend, is this the way you talk now? It sounds like our Professor Masashi Toyama, you minored in psychology? And don't talk about me, let's talk about you, so what are you thinking? So many years you Why are you still at Kassel College? Don’t tell me you’re here drinking beer for retirement.”

The thunder outside the window is still roaring, and the white thunder is flickering.The old man kept a slight smile on his lips, but under the curtain of thunder, his face looked pale like a sick person.

The night watchman pursed his lips, but finally said nothing, just sighed softly.

"I won't tell you... I don't want to make up a lie."

Anger smiled: "You will be so honest? You used to talk sweet words to women."

"But you're not a woman, so I can't lie to you."

"You seem like a person who will die if you don't tell a bad joke." Anger finally turned around, and he picked up the umbrella he brought and was about to go out.

Although he had achieved the purpose of this trip, it seemed so abrupt when he left.

"Hullo, Angers," said the Watchman behind his back.

Angers stopped without speaking or looking back.

"Then what—oh, damn it, I shouldn't say that I'm your brother and not your wife, but..."

"You know what you're doing, right?"

"."

Lightning spread from the sky to Kassel like withered branches, and Angers' dark suit was also stained pale in the bursts of rolling thunder. The old man knocked on the umbrella, as if smiling calmly.

".Um."

"You say yes." The night watchman stopped admonishing him, he knew that he had no position, and he also knew that Angers, an old stubborn man, would never admit to himself.

So he can only insinuate, starting from that source——

"Is that kid you've been thinking about still in Kassel?" the night watchman shouted at the top of his voice.

"No, it's a holiday." It seemed that the topic he wanted to hear was mentioned, and the curve on Ange's face finally softened a little, and he said casually. "Wait for this semester."

"You'll see her."

*
Angers is gone, and the bell tower is silent.

Flamel sighed softly. He didn't know what kind of demon his old friend was possessed, so he believed that a young man could replace him as the future of the world.

Worse.
The once perfect Grim Reaper also had a weakness at this time.

"Oh, I have to rely on myself at critical moments." The old man looked at the back of the old man outside the clock tower, but his hands began to grope secretly under the sofa where he had been sitting.

Then, a thick black shadow was pulled out by him.

The old man brushed the dust off the book, stroking the words on the book like a lover.

The book was extremely heavy, but extremely precious.

What is recorded here is the fireworks of human wisdom.

It is also the last hope.

　ps: Angers is an almost perfect character in the original work, except for his record, he is basically perfect.

　　but----

　　I do not think so.

　　There is no perfect person in this world. When a person wants to live for revenge, this person can no longer be said to be completely clear and calm.

　　In Hulk's words - he's been pissed off.

　　But when the anger cools down, will he still be the "perfect" person?

　　So how do you keep your anger from cooling forever?

　　In fact, there are hints in many places in the original work, but readers may not care about various issues such as the age of the readers when reading it.

　　Angers is actually quite "utilitarian", and has personally admitted that everyone is just a prop for revenge.

　　However, this sentence corresponds to what he did, and they are all "contradictory".

　　I don't know what kind of plot Jiangnan arranged for the principal in the end, but I think the clues to go to Happy End have already been given in the original work.

　　The difference is whether someone stimulates him.

　　Okay, let’s not talk about it, it’s a spoiler, so I’ll give you the hint here.

　　Still two in one today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)