Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 59 059. Hall of Valor

In the conference hall of the Hall of Heroes, all the elders of the secret party were sitting upright, each person's face was as hard as a knife, and the sunken eye sockets emitted a golden light like an ancient lamp.

In addition to the Kassel Academy Board of Trustees, there are also some older faces appearing here.

The sword box forged by the king was supported at the end of the long table with a keel frame, and the ancient Hebrew motto was engraved on it, as if a dragon was roaring, "The blood of all kings will end with the sword"!
The long box is unfolded like a folding fan at this moment, and the ancient and majestic sword sleeps in it, with fine blue-gray iron scales growing on the handle.

The scales open and close, as if breathing heavily.

"The weapons of such a myth should be in the hands of the secret party, not a child." The old man on the right side of the conference table spoke up. He had gray hair, well-dressed clothes, and a resolute face, like a sergeant who had emerged from the battlefield.

"Frost Gattuso, you are preparing to take away something that does not belong to you. This request does not comply with our moral and legal standards." An old man who looked like a mummy gasped. His name was Qi. Gefrid is the descendant of the most famous dragon-slaying hero in history.

Just like those ancient families that have existed in the history of mixed races, the name of each generation of this family is Siegfried, as if they inherit the name of the ancient dragon-slaying hero and inherit the legacy and courage of their ancestors.

Siegfried of this generation is definitely the longest living person among the mixed race. He was born at the end of the ancient and distant eighteenth century, and chose to sleep in the early twentieth century. At that time, Europe was still in turmoil. In the novel, Siegfried witnessed the fall of the Bourbon dynasty in his youth, and saw Louis XVI being guillotined. He spent most of his time exploring the world in turmoil, and finally saw With the re-establishment of moral standards and legal order, he became the most rule-abiding and disciplined elder among the Camarilla.

The school board headed by the Gattuso family is of course the absolute leader of the Central Secret Party in the industrial era.But before mankind stepped into the industrial revolution, they were the ones who wielded swords, took secret medicine, and sent their offspring to the battlefield one after another to hunt dragons all over the world. They were named Siegfried, named Beowulf, and named As an ancient family in Kassel, the Senate was the mixed-race emperor in the old days. Their status among American mixed-races today is equivalent to the U.S. House of Representatives.

Although the Gattuso family has a history of hundreds of years, compared with the Siegfried family, they are just a new upstart among the mixed race.

When the warriors of the Siegfried family slayed the dragon with their swords, the surname "Gattuso" was not even born.However, over the past hundred years, this family has produced numerous talents and has become the most prominent family among mixed-race families. However, families such as Siegfried, Beowulf and Cadmus have declined day by day and have gradually become synonymous with old age.

The cunning Sicilians have taken away the glory of the Beowulf family, and different mixed-race families have arisen in other countries, and the honor of the elders is being taken away.

The new rich drink the most expensive wine, follow the most beautiful girls around, behave frivolously, make friends with powerful and wealthy businessmen, and amass astonishing power and wealth.

Their status today was built with money, but the surnames of families like Siegfried are built on monuments of glory!
Therefore, even an arrogant old guy like Frost had to consider the size and weight of his words when facing Siegfried, so as not to arouse the dissatisfaction of his predecessors.

"Dear gentlemen, it seems that you have not adapted to the changes of the times. Today's secret party is by no means a just organization. We can do many evil things in order to slay the dragon. But it is just a student at the right price. It's nothing to buy weapons that he doesn't deserve yet." Frost said in a hard tone, and then he suddenly became quiet, sat down, leaned back, and leaned on the wide chair.

The school directors, who had taken time off from their busiest official duties around the world to attend this meeting, looked at each other and whispered.The elders of the secret party, whose skin even grew scales and had been corroded by the manic dragon's blood for many years before awakening from their slumber, looked at each other angrily.

Frost sat safely in the armchair.He and the Gattuso family behind him hold the largest say in today's mixed-race society. Of course he respects these predecessors who shed blood on the battlefield just like he respects heroes, but of course he will not be afraid of them.

The members of the Gattuso family have always been aloof. Even if a desert eagle is pressed against his chin, he will not feel scared. Instead, he will only open his clothes and laugh wildly to show the ring of bombs tied to his waist, and then fiercely Hug you hard and pull away the lead.

Only a madman can carve a bloody path on the stage of power, and the Gattuso family has no shortage of such madmen.

This kind of Frost is reminiscent of Michael Corleone in "The Godfather". He is old, quiet, and confident, like an old lion king, still in charge of the power of the grassland. He is the monarch in the darkness, even in Hawaii. The sun's rays couldn't warm him up either.

"We have made it this far with difficulty, thwarting the dream of the Dragon Clan's revival again and again, and killing the ancient dragons that are about to wake up one after another in their graves. Everyone present is gathered together for one purpose, and for this purpose, I can do anything. This mythical weapon forged by the great Lord of Bronze and Fire Norton can exert more powerful power in our hands. Every sword will roam over the entire earth, and the resurrection of every ancient dragon will We will usher in the wrath of the Dragon Lord. Think about it, how much benefit will we gain from the legacy of those ancient dragons? We have never killed the dragon to make the term dragon disappear from this world, but just to usurp the dragon's Legacy, we have been sharing wealth and power from time immemorial, and these weapons will help us consolidate that power." Frost looked around.

No one answered. The elders had different expressions, some were in agreement and some were angry. For a moment, a storm seemed to be coming in the Hall of Valor.

Frost was pleased with everyone's reaction.

"We always have to find high-sounding excuses for ourselves when we slay dragons, either to hold up the backbone of mankind or to resist the tyranny of dragons, or even to implement complete justice in every era of mankind. But we can ask ourselves, do we really Is it that great?"

Frost spread his hands. He has always been a politician. What politicians are best at is inspiring speeches, such as the Führer's "Mein Kampf".
"Everyone here, every family behind you was shed with blood when it rose. If you were really a righteous ethnic group, you should have followed Marx to implement absolute communism. But look at today's We are covered in the smell of copper, and the smell of capital is fascinating. We can rely on the seven deadly sins to kill more ancient dragons and obtain more money, status, and power at our fingertips."

Frost looked over one by one, as if watching the anger of the senators slowly rising onto his cheeks.

"This is the Hall of Valor, right next to you. The souls of the secret party's victims in the past generations are watching you. Under your feet are enough bones to cover half of the beaches of Normandy. How dare you say such words in front of their tombstones? ?" The old man named Beowulf suddenly stood up, his withered face suddenly turned red, and his eyes burned golden like the roar of an ancient dragon.

Beowulf is close to Angers in age. They are both determined dragon slayers, with strong wills that can almost break through stubborn rocks.

A frenzied majesty burst out from Beowulf's body, and the narrow and sharp Atkan sword was slapped hard on the conference table. It was a real alchemical weapon, roaring to drink the dragon's blood.

Beowulf's family is rich in fearless madmen. Their children have been drinking dragon fetal blood since birth, so their resistance to dragon serum is much stronger.

Every Beowulf has used a large amount of serum. Their bloodline may only be A-level, but in the end they can even fight with pure-blooded dragons.

The old man's muscles suddenly bulged, his bones shifted and his back stretched like a strong and stalwart young man.

Dragon bloodthirsty, Beowulf!

They value honor more than life!

"Among the heroic spirits watching me are the ancestors of the Gattuso family; among the corpses under my feet, the bones of the Gattuso family can be piled up into a mountain; the names of the Gattuso family on their tombstones can be strung together to form an epic poem. ! Why can’t I say it?” Frost showed no sign of weakness.

He watched Beowulf quietly.

"Of course no one here denies Gattuso's honor." The equally old Cadmus's eyes were as bright as fire. He first looked at Frost and then at Beowulf, "No one would deny Gattuso's honor in the Hall of Valor either. Anyone who resorts to force.”

Frost was originally a man as proud as a lion. Even when Beowulf's anger erupted in the realm and even other elders fled away, he still stood tall and motionless.

Beowulf glared fiercely at Frost, but Cadmus just looked at him quietly, and the dragon-bloodthirsty man's anger gradually subsided.

The Beowulf family consumed dragon blood to obtain a higher bloodline, while Cadmus used forbidden techniques to allow himself to touch the boundary between man and dragon again and again. Legend has it that every Cadmus eventually degenerated into dangerous Dragon-shaped Deadpool, but they killed countless dragons or Deadpools when they were still human.

The school directors and elders regained their composure, and the leaders of the new era and the old era glared at each other. "We have all heard Mr. Gattuso's impassioned speech. So, do the Board of Trustees of Cassel College have the same position as Frost?" Cadmus smiled. At this time, he looked He is just a gentle old man, but everyone knows how much power the old guy can burst out in an instant. He is a truly powerful man who fights with the noble next-generation species on the battlefield with the dragon clan.

The girl sitting next to Frost pressed the bell. She was probably the only person here who would abide by the rules of the meeting.

Elizabeth Laurent, the girl's face is as delicate as a sculpture by a famous Greek artist. She clearly looks like a 20-year-old, but has eyes in her 30s. She wears the makeup of a European noblewoman, a black veil, and expensive necklaces. Waist skirt, covered with fur vest.

This is the youngest powerful person in the world of mixed races, 22 years old. Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe, engaged in mining and finance.Graduated from Eton College and later studied at the Royal Academy of Art.After her father died in a plane crash, she had to interrupt her studies at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts to inherit the family business.

"Although I really want to stand on the same front as the distinguished Gattuso family, it is a pity that the Laurent family believes that the boy named Lu Mingfei deserves honors and awards, rather than shameless plunder." Elizabeth's The voice was as cold as ice.

The expressions of the school directors suddenly changed, and Frost's body suddenly sat upright.

"This is good. It proves that our successor has not completely betrayed our original intention." Cadmus leaned forward and tapped the table with the index finger of his right hand. The clear low sound echoed throughout the conference room. , "Frost, your theory just now is very similar to that of the Dragon Clan. It's probably because people like you are trying to become a new Dragon Clan after we destroy the Dragon Clan."

"There is nothing wrong with becoming the new dragon clan. We will share the supreme power." Frost said lightly.

The eyes of the school directors changed.Everyone present is flowing with the noblest dragon blood. When the monarchs who vowed to devour the world die, who is most qualified to inherit the dragon clan and become the master of alchemy technology, noble blood and the mysterious world?Of course it is them.

But they dare not say.

The elders stand among men, and the trustees stand above men.

"I hope you won't say such things again." Cadmus still smiled, "We old guys are all remnants of the old era. The people we know and the things we are familiar with have long passed away with the passage of time. , what still supports us to sit here and talk to you son-of-a-bitch New Dragon Clan is just the hatred that can ignite ourselves. As long as it is a dragon, it is our enemy, I am so, Angers is That's true of Beowulf, true of Siegfried, and you'd better pray that the Gattusos were just telling some jokes, because we're going to kill all the dragons, dragons or new dragons. If one day The Tusuo family is really no longer human, so there is no need for your blood to continue flowing in the world."

Cadmus spoke the sharpest words in the calmest tone, and the ancient dragon slayer regained his sword and issued a fatal threat to Frost.

The school directors exchanged glances with each other, and the elders sat at attention.

The leaders of the new era are politicians, but the leaders of the old era are true warriors.

For a moment, everyone thought that Frost was going to pull out the Desert Eagle from his waist and blast Cadmus' head. He was so angry that his facial features became distorted, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes outside the golden pupils.

But he didn't do that. Instead, Frost stood up and bowed to every elder and school director, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Cadmus waited for Frost to sit down again, and his invisible, cold-as-a-soft-knife aura also dissipated.

"Let us return to the issue of the seven deadly sins." Cadmus said, "The Gattuso family said that Lu Mingfei does not deserve it. I do not agree."

No one interrupted the elder again.

Everyone realized that the old guys sitting among them were by no means just old bastards who could be fooled casually. They were real violent elements. Some of them had lived through the entire twentieth century, and in the war-torn Europe and Asia hunts the resurgent dragon, and some have overthrown a country's dictator to establish a new nation.

These people have no scruples. Their families are declining and they have no problem waging a grand war to rebuild the mixed-race structure.

"Of all of you here, has anyone ever killed a fully awakened next-generation species?"

This time the elders and school directors began to whisper.

After a minute, the whispers became quiet.

"The last person to kill a second-generation species in this state was Hilbert Jean Angers. He was also the only person to do this in the past hundred years." Cadmus said, "Then defeat What about Odin’s dragon species that is suspected to be the first generation?”

Silence.

"The last person to do this was Meineke Cassel. He paid the price of his life to use the Word Spirit Rhine in exchange for the cocoon of a Dragon King." Cadmus' voice was cold.

"As for Lu Mingfei, he killed two second-generation species and defeated the first-generation species. There is no problem in the blood test. Such a person is not worthy of using the Seven Deadly Sins?" The old man was glaring at this moment. He looked down at Frost condescendingly, "If he is not worthy , then we are not even qualified to touch that weapon!"

The school directors looked at each other, and countless gazes crossed the conference table at once, conveying complex emotions. Some shook their heads, while others pondered.

After a while, the conference hall was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained, and the old people sat upright like sculptures.

"We are all people who abide by the rules. Since this method cannot convince you, dear Cadmus." Frost shook his head, "Then, why not make a political exchange."

The golden eyes of the senators shrank into slits, and the light they released was as sharp as a long knife.

"Lu Mingfei used bloodline refining technology when fighting Odin. There is no doubt that his family is not a patriarchal family and does not enjoy immunity from the Abraham bloodline contract." Frost chuckled, " Unfortunately, as long as any school director or elder objects, the blood contract must be implemented. If the Gattuso family insists on punishing Lu Mingfei, not even everyone here can stop it."

"So, exchange?"

Frost looked around at the senators, and his allies did the same thing.

"There are seven swords in the Seven Deadly Sins. The school board will borrow three, the Elders will borrow three, and let the child keep one for himself. This is fair."

　It is an explanation of why the hearing was not held, and it also introduces the people in power in the mixed-race society into the plot that is being promoted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)