Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 104 Dragon Scale Spear (two in one, please subscribe)

"You mean...someone from Shilan Middle School is actively looking for our college?"

Long Kui put the spaghetti dipped in tomato meat sauce into his mouth, chewed it for a while, and then said thoughtfully.

"Yes, and after Norma's screening, the other party was very purposeful and disciplined. He always checked at the college at ten o'clock in the morning." Professor Schneider responded calmly.

Long Kui silently put down the steel fork in his hand.

At ten o'clock in the morning, that's when they take information engineering classes.

This time is the only opportunity to get access to computers in Shilan Middle School, a group of aristocratic schools known for their strict discipline.

"Have you found out the identity of this person accurately?"

He picked up the paper towel on the dining table and wiped the grease stains from the corners of his mouth a little, and his face gradually turned pale.

We can't delay it any longer. If we delay it any longer, Tianlong's magic will be completely ineffective.

"Norma directly hacked into the monitoring system of your alma mater's computer room through the computer's IP address. After a week of precise investigation, she finally locked in the identity of that person."

"Is it someone I know?"

I don't know why, but when he asked this question, Long Kui's mind inexplicably pictured the old boy with his head hanging down all the time, a bit like a koala.

But soon, he shook his head and tried to throw away this unrealistic thought.

Lu Mingfei might search Kassel College online once because of him, but he would never search for a long time.

That guy is such a person. Even if he is facing his friends, Lu Mingfei will only miss him when no one feels lonely, and will never take the initiative to find others.

Shai Zai is always so passive.

Besides, in a place like Kassel College, which is known as the largest mental hospital in the world, it would be better for normal, somewhat introverted people like Lu Mingfei not to come in.

"You should know him, but I don't know how close you are to this person." Schneider's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Male or female?" Long Kui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It turned out to be someone he knew. He couldn't really be that guy Lu Mingfei, could he?

"He's an interesting looking boy."

"Interesting?" Long Kui looked a little strange.

Could it be the fat Xu brothers?
After all, in his boring high school life, the only couple who could be called interesting were the two brothers who looked like they were rolling when they ran the 1,500-meter body test.

Schneider didn't let him guess for too long, and spoke directly and calmly, efficiently and concisely:
"Do you know Chu Zihang, who is in his third year of high school?"

When Long Kui heard the name, he was startled for a moment, then opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say anything.

This name... makes sense, but is unexpected.

If the entire Shilan Middle School could keep up with Long Kui, a man who pretended to be normal, then only the cold and taciturn senior was the only one.

none of them.

"We know each other, but we are indeed not familiar with each other." Long Kui said calmly.

He was indeed not familiar with Chu Zihang. Although they were both members of the Shilan Middle School basketball team, Long Kui usually did not participate in team training at all. Only during games, he would give the captain a few brief on-field instructions.

Compared to his close friendship with Lu Mingfei, he and Chu Zihang were just acquaintances.

However, Long Kui was not surprised that such a person could find Kassel College.

Chu Zihang's level of excellence is somewhat outstanding even in Shilan, an aristocratic school where "masters gather".

Of course, Long Kui was another crane, one who tried hard to hide his long legs that reached the sky.

The other party is very consistent with the common sense of hybrids crushing ordinary people in all directions, and he is also a person who is hidden among the crowd like him...

monster.

"So, Minister, what do you want me to do now?" Long Kui held his forehead with his hand and rested his elbow on the dining table.

The dizziness is getting worse.

"I need you to go back to that coastal city and bring this prospective student back, just like Manstein and Shutoku Aki brought you back." Schneider's hoarse voice came clearly from the white satellite phone. into his ears.

"Isn't this a matter for the Admissions Office? Is it reasonable for me, an embryonic killer from the executive department, to do such a thing?" Long Kui's lips trembled slightly, but he still managed to spit out this rant with a pale face. .

After returning to the dormitory and staying with Fingel for a few days, the spirit of complaining took root in my heart again.

"The Admissions Office can go to that coastal city to bring people out, but it can't deal with a group of lunatics who are suspected of being dangerous hybrids."

Schneider said calmly:
"Someone in that city is suspected of using alchemy to refine some dangerous items on a large scale. Many people have disappeared inexplicably."

"?"

Long Kui's head was slightly spinning, and a question mark couldn't help but pop up.

He knew how it was possible for a department like the Executive Department, which believed that good steel should be used on the blade, to really assign him a leisurely task.

"What do you think?" Long Kui's vision began to blur gradually, but he still used his last remaining thought to hit the nail on the head.

"Recruiting people is just a matter of course. What you really want me to get rid of, Minister, are those half-breeds who don't know the heights of the world, right?"

Schneider did not deny what the other party said, but still described expressionlessly:

"It's just that the two things overlap. I think no one is more suitable than you to solve these two problems."

"remuneration."

Long Kui didn't waste any time. He forced himself on his last bit of consciousness and asked what he wanted most.

"Three months of free vacation, plus ten times the bonus, and finally the fire dragon information you want most."

"make a deal."

thump!
The white satellite phone slid straight to the ground. Long Kui's eyes turned white and he immediately lay down on the sofa.

This is already his limit.

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Twelve o'clock at midnight.

The black bell tower looks like a sleeping colossus, and the sharp cone on the top seems to be piercing a hole in the black clouds above. The bell tower occasionally sounds like a few bursts of air passing over the bell. An old cowboy who looked extremely dashing was currently humming a tune, lying in the narrow bell tower room, enjoying the warmth of the strong fire, and blowing the red wine into the bottle.

He pointed the mouth of the bottle at the mouth of the unshaven Zhang Yuan and poured it down several times, but not a drop of the sweet and bitter liquid fell into his mouth.

The old cowboy cursed dissatisfiedly, then threw the empty wine bottle in his hand onto the soft sofa aside, then leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and touched the sealed red wine under the bed without looking.

But after stroking around, I finally grabbed a handful of air.

The old cowboy frowned slightly on his drunken face, and then sat up from the bed. Just as he was about to bend down and give a precise blow to the red wine on the ground, he saw an elegant figure standing beside his bed.

"Port wine from 1882. I didn't expect that you, a guy like this, would always brag about the bottle? It seems I need to check where the funds purchased by the college go."

The dark golden folding knife was violently inserted into the tightly clasped cork at lightning speed, and then the tip of the knife was gently twisted and pried upwards.

Wave!
A dull and decompressing sound was heard as a cork flew into the air.

Finally, it ejected and hit the ceiling, hitting the feet of the old cowboy sitting on the bed at an acute angle of about 60 degrees.

wow-

At some point, a tall wine glass appeared in the hand of this old English gentleman. The mouth of the bottle was pointed at the mouth of the glass. The red wine, as rich as blood, was like a deep red canvas, constantly rolling and flowing in the glass.

Angers closed his eyes and took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and nodded involuntarily.

"The taste is slightly sweet, and the aftertaste has a strong aroma of brandy. It is indeed a good bottle of wine."

At this time, the old cowboy stared at the handsome old man standing beside his bed, like a bear that had been awakened from hibernation, and said viciously:

"I really don't want to see you right now. If you appear in front of me at this time, you must not be holding your shit back."

"If these are your last words, then I will indeed be happy to use my fart sound as a trumpet and play a sad music at your grave."

Anger nodded, tilted the wine bottle in his hand, and poured half a glass of red wine into the glass goblet.

Suddenly, a muffled roar like a beast protecting its prey came from the bed.

"They are all alive and well, and they still protect their food like this." Ange took a sip of the red wine in the glass, moistened his throat, and handed the half-full bottle of red wine to the man who was huddled on the bed. Vice-Chancellor.

Just as the other party was about to reach out and take it, the 130-year-old man suddenly acted naughtily and suddenly took back the hand that was passing the wine.

"Fuck you, uncle! I knew you would be up to no good if you came here in the middle of the night!" The vice-principal's arm was hanging in the air. After a moment, he grabbed the cork at his feet and dunked in the direction of Angers. , and then a standard Chinese curse came out of his mouth.

"Why are you so angry? Pay attention to your blood pressure. Even if your body shape is mixed with dragon blood, you can tell at a glance that you are a dedicated user of three highs."

Angers calmly dodged the critical blow from the bottle cork.

"My blood pressure is naturally high since you're here." The vice-principal slightly raised the cowboy hat on his head and looked coldly at the 130-year-old handsome man in front of him.

"You don't have to go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Tell me, you came all the way back from Japan. Instead of driving your Maserati to those places of feasting and entertainment, why did you come to my little ruined temple instead?"

Angers held the wine bottle with one hand and the wine glass with the other. He sat on the sofa nearby, looked at his old friend on the bed, shook the red wine in the glass slightly, and slowly said:

"It's been three months. Have you finished the three alchemy items I asked you to create?"

"So that's why you gave me a bottle of good wine, right?" The vice-principal walked down from the bed, bent down, and angrily stretched out his calloused hands toward the bottom of the short bed. Then he touched something randomly.

Finally, the old cowboy pulled out a long and flat box from under the bed. The box was engraved with a relief of a half-decayed World Tree.

"Here, what you want." The vice-principal handed the silver box in his hand to Angers, and then stared at the bottle of 1882 Port red wine in his hand with a sly glint in his eyes.

Now Angers was holding two things in his hands, a bottle of red wine and a wine glass.

He wanted to take the box and at least wait until one of these two things was put down.

What a perfect conspiracy!
The vice-principal was proud.

Then the smile on his face gradually stiffened.

Angers did not choose to put down any of the items in his hands. He just sat on the sofa and gently raised the foot that crossed his legs. The silver box in the other person's hand fell into his arms accurately. middle.

Under the handsome and concise movements, what was reflected was the twisted face of the vice principal.

"The wrinkles on my face can squeeze out water if I unscrew them." Angers glanced sideways at the vice principal, and then placed the two items in his hands on the table behind him.

His free hands slowly placed on the opening and closing of the silver box, and asked softly:
"password."

"What do you think?" The vice-principal tilted his head and folded his hands in front of his chest, feeling proud like a young daughter-in-law who had made it through.

Angers silently placed his left hand on the port bottle on the table behind him, and then slowly tilted the mouth of the bottle toward the ground.

"Tick..."

A drop of sweet and mellow wine flowed on the ground, and the alluring aroma of wine continued to tempt the alcoholic vice-principal, whose mouth could not stop secreting saliva.

"In three seconds, this precious bottle of Port wine will be given to the cement floor for tasting."

Ange's calm voice was like a devil crawling out of hell, lingering in the ears of the vice principal.

The veins on his forehead suddenly popped out.

"three."

"Manstein!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously in this narrow bell tower.

After Angers heard what the other party said, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Manstein, Manstein.

It seems that this old guy still misses his son.

After entering the password, the silver-white password box was opened, and a pair of crystal-clear white pistols came directly into Angers' eyes.

The overall shape of the pistol is based on the Czech-made CZ75 NO.1.

But the white dragon scales on the gun body, glowing with a faint cyan light, spread directly from the barrel to the handle. The two sharp and domineering dragon claws protected the white barrel like guards. The safety point, It's two folded blue and white dragon wings.

An indifferent coercion spurted out from the box and spread to the entire clock tower in an instant!

"Humph!" Ange snorted coldly, his fiery and bright golden eyes rising like the scorching sun, and a cold and sharp aura instantly suppressed the indifferent dragon power.

The two silver-white dragon-scale pistols in the box seemed to be provoked by their authority at this moment, as if they were angered.

The blue-white dragon scales opened slightly as if they could breathe, and several golden-red fluids flowed involuntarily from the gaps.

The originally white gun body instantly turned pitch black, leaving only cracks in various dense scales, and flame lines like molten flames were burning brightly!
(End of this chapter)