Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 147 Did I give you face?

"Are you in Italy too?" On the other end of the phone, Angers made a somewhat surprised sound, and then felt a little relieved:
"That's right. Now that you've entered the holiday early, it's really time to travel around the world and relax."

Then the other party seemed to light a cigar, making a sound like flames burning sawdust, and asked with a smile:

"How about it, isn't Italy interesting in the winter?"

Long Kui put his arms casually on the sofa, lowered his head and chuckled:
"It's really interesting. I thought the temperature here would be very suitable for traveling in winter."

"Then you made a miscalculation." The conversational words of the old British gentleman on the other end of the phone came out very rhythmically:

“The temperature difference from south to north in Italy is huge, at least in bay towns like Portofino. During this season every year, the water will freeze. If it is not cleaned up in time, travel will cause great inconvenience. "

"I've realized it, but principal, you still haven't told me the specific location of your meeting?" Long Kui said softly while playing with the playing cards in his hand as if nothing had happened, looking at the fitting room where no one had come out yet.

"Hoo..." A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, and then Anger coughed a few times and said in a pretense of seriousness:
"Ahem...the location of the school board meeting every year is top secret. It is impossible for me, the representative, to leak the secret to the outside world."

"That's really a pity. I also want to come over and meet these school trustees and funders." Long Kui shook his head slightly, with a regretful expression on his face.

A moment later, the darkened cell phone on the sofa suddenly lit up, and then Long Kui heard a "click", followed by a "beep beep" mechanical sound coming from it quickly.

"Eri, after you change your clothes, sit on the sofa first. I have some things to do temporarily and will be back in about ten minutes."

"It is indeed a pity. The scenery of the fortress where I am located is very beautiful. The heavy snow makes the houses on this mountain almost blend into the mountain itself. Standing at the big front desk of the mountaintop fortress and looking down, the scenery here is amazing. Those literary giants couldn’t help but recite poems and write poems.”

Then Ange's calm voice came from Long Kui's cell phone, but this time the target of the words was not him, but another little old man who sounded a little grumpy.

Sure enough, a cold snort from the old man who was like a lion jumping came out from the phone again:
"Hmph! Angers, don't think of us as fools. We are still in a meeting. Making phone calls during the meeting seems not what someone of your status should do, right?"

"However, the several dark anti-aircraft guns and radar devices hidden in the pine forest ruined the overall poetry of the forest below. The joint-powered ship disguised as a fishing boat at the mouth of the bay was well placed, not only hiding the full complement of warships that can be activated at any time. The ax missile gives the whole spectacular snow scene a touch of poetry. The person who made this placement is definitely an artist with a romantic spirit.”

"Ha..." Long Kui looked at the coordinates on the screen and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. After letting out a faint smile, he stood up and walked to the fitting room. He knocked lightly on the wooden door and whispered in a calm tone. said:

Long Kui instantly extracted several keywords from Ange's words, such as fortress, mountain top, and snowy scenery of continuous mountains.

"Ange! You have crossed the line!!"

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I was so lost in chatting with my students that I forgot that the meeting is not over yet. I'll hang up the phone right now."

Before he could thank Ange for his "enthusiastic teaching" and all-inclusive explanation, an angry roar suddenly rang from Long Kui's cell phone:

Before he could speak, Anger's eloquent voice came out from the white Nokia phone again in a calm tone:

Long Kui did not press the hang up button. Instead, he put the phone with the screen on aside and closed his eyes to listen to something.

"Don't get excited, Director Frost. I'm just talking about some literary topics with my students. There's no need to be so angry."

He calmly picked up his phone from the sofa, looked at the message Ange sent at the last moment, and couldn't help but click on it.

This voice was thick and full of anger, like a lion that had not snatched the hyena's food and had its tail pierced by a porcupine, and its hyena feathers exploded.

Then Angers' somewhat surprised voice slowly came from the phone on the sofa:

Angers' tone sounded so normal, like an old professor talking about literature and scenery with his students.

He stood quietly at the door. After a while, a clear and ethereal female voice came from the fitting room:

Long Kui instantly understood what the principal meant.

Inside is a map and the precise coordinates of the red dot carefully prepared by Norma.

"it is good."

After hearing the response, Long Kui nodded, then grabbed the silver-white dragon-patterned clothing placed on the sofa, put it on, and walked out of the clothing store.

"Portofino, the mountain top fortress, the snow scene... oh, I can really enjoy it..." Long Kui looked at the red dots on the screen of his mobile phone, chuckled, and then disappeared into the gap in space with a thunderous roar. among.

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Portofino, Italy.

Among the continuous mountains, there is a relatively flat large flat top on the top of the highest mountain.

The flat roof is well decorated, and a rectangular wooden table made of unknown black wood is placed very poetically only ten meters away from the cliff. Four stable table feet are trampling on it. A very expensive pure wool red carpet.

At this time, Angers was sitting directly behind the rectangular table, leaning on the gorgeous mithril armchair, sitting there in a very comfortable posture, with a gentleman-like calm smile on his face, his hands folded on his knees, clear His eyes looked straight ahead with interest.

I saw an old man in a black suit with short white hair, looking ahead with a sullen look on his face and a calm face on his face. His chest was heaving heavily with heavy breathing.

"Calm down, Frost, you are only in your fifties and still very young. It is not good for your health to be so angry."

I saw Ange gently snap his fingers to the waiter beside him, put the refreshing glass of lime wine on the table with a smile on the tray held by the other party, and motioned the waiter to pass the glass of wine to Fros who was directly in front of him. Sent by the special school director.

The waiter quietly took the wine glass from Angers, and then placed it on Frost's table without knowing it.

"Hmph!" Frost, who seemed to have some fire in his eyes, just glanced at the glass of crystal clear wine on the table and let out a cold snort. He tried hard to calm his lungs that were about to explode. After taking a deep breath, Slowly he said:
"Ange, you don't have to do these tricks in front of me. Your good student ignored our covenant with orthodoxy and used violence against him without authorization. The evidence is solid. If you don't give me an explanation, then I'm sorry..."

Frost placed the two-finger-thick document on the table, and the smallpox spread like playing cards. Then he looked down at Angers directly in front of him and said coldly:
"You will bear the most serious accusation since the establishment of the school board!"

"At that time, the power of your agent will probably be subject to unprecedented restrictions."

Angers and other school directors couldn't help but focus on the pile of photos scattered randomly on the table.

That was a photo taken when Long Kui destroyed Afang Palace.

The school board has just watched this video.

While everyone was sighing at Long Kui's fierce fighting prowess, they also had doubts about Ange's vision for the first time.

"Bringing a dangerous hybrid with unknown details and doubtful blood into the cultivation fortress where the secret party is located, and giving him the authority to enter the ice cellar at will, and allowing him to move freely causing unpredictable safety risks, and even allowing us and There is a rift between the allies, Angers, you must give us an explanation for this matter." Frost's voice came from the seat.

All the school boards present fell into silence, and even Elizabeth Laurent, who had always supported Angers, rarely spoke for him. After listening to all the aggressive words of the other party, Angers still lit a cigar with a calm expression, then squinted his eyes and took a puff, and leisurely spit out the smoke, his whole face was covered in white mist:

"You should have thrown the evidence in my face in private first, instead of throwing it all out in this debriefing meeting. It would have appeared that you were not thinking about the secret party, but like a child who couldn't wait to get a toy. I want to show off in front of adults.”

The school board on the side remained silent, as if Frost and Angers were the only ones present in this six-person meeting.

"Ange, I've given you a lot of respect." Frost lowered his eyes and looked at Angers opposite, and said coldly:
"If you hadn't recommended that young man, I wouldn't be calling him a dangerous hybrid now, but..."

"Is it suspected of an invasion by the Dragon King?" Angers put the cigar in his mouth, took a deep breath into his lungs, and leisurely blew out a white smoke ring with a calm face.

I saw the smoke ring slowly floating to the top of Frost's head, lightly touching his forehead with some popping veins, and suddenly dispersed.

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard." Angers held a cigar in his hand and showed his body shaking with laughter as he relaxed.

"Indeed." The middle-aged male school director shook the bell and immediately vetoed it:
"We all know what kind of person Angers is. It can be said that of the six people here, he is the least likely to collude with dragons."

"Second." Elizabeth Laurent immediately rang the bell and followed:
"Director Frost, now is not the time for internal picketing. Our situation is far from rich enough to fight a cruel internal war."

"Hmph, well, as long as Angers can answer my question, I will immediately drop this topic and withdraw this accusation against the 'S'-class freshmen." Frost snorted coldly, and then stared straight at him with eagle-like eyes. Relax sitting at the end of Angers.

"Say." Ange leaned on the mithril armchair, nodded slightly with his chin, and raised the refreshing lime wine in his hand to smile.

"Ho..." The corners of Frost's mouth slowly raised, a triumphant smile like an eagle hook appeared on his face, and he asked as if he was in control:
"The Yanling registered by Long Kui is King Quan, right?"

"That's right." Angers couldn't help but raise his eyes. He almost knew what the question the other party asked him was.

As expected, Frost said proudly as if he knew a great secret:

"Then at Afang Palace, the meteorite that fell from the sky was summoned, and the pillar of fire that occupied the screen later on, shouldn't these be ways of expressing royal power?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent. Even the school directors who had just spoken for Angers couldn't help but admit that Frost had said something that they had always wondered about.

They also wanted to hear an explanation from Angers.

After all... the fact that a mixed race possesses multiple speech spirits is indeed a bit shocking.

"What's wrong, Principal Angers, can you explain the phenomenon that your beloved disciple can use three suspected high-risk word spirits, and can even be alive and kicking after using them?" Frost looked at Angers opposite, who lowered his head and fell into silence. Taking advantage of the victory, he asked again.

Angers just lowered his head, hiding his face in the shadows, and still did not respond.

Frost looked at the other party's speechless expression, and couldn't help but reveal a proud expression on his face.

This is the first time that he and Angers have gained such a big advantage in many years of games.

Then he couldn't help but ask aggressively with a proud look on his face:
"What? Are you speechless? Where has Angers, who was always gentle and talkative about everything he encountered, gone?"

"Oh..." Anger, who lowered his head, suddenly chuckled, and then naturally took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. Just when he was about to slide the USB flash drive in his hand from the table to Frost, suddenly, a lazy sound A young male voice came leisurely from behind.

"I can give an explanation for this matter."

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly in shock at the sudden unfamiliar voice, and then they looked up as a reflex.

I saw a young man in a gorgeous white robe, carrying a plastic bag that looked like kebabs in his hand, and walking leisurely from the red carpet behind Angers with a smile on his face.

"Snapped!"

Long Kui gently placed the plastic bag containing the meat skewers on the table, looked straight ahead, stood next to Ange, and said naturally:
"The freshly roasted lamb is very tender. Can you try it?"

Angers didn't look back, then raised his eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he calmly took out a mutton skewer from the plastic bag and bit down a large skewer with his white teeth.

"Yeah!" After Angers finished chewing, he couldn't help but nodded, stretched out a thumb behind him, and praised:

“It tastes really good.”

Then he slid the mutton skewers on the table directly into the middle of the black table, and nodded to the six school directors around him with a smile:

"This mutton kebab is of good quality, let's share it among everyone."

All the school directors present couldn't help but look at each other, wondering why it suddenly turned into this scene.

Then Elizabeth was the first to reach out to the plastic bag in the center of the table with her slender fingers wearing white lace gloves. She naturally pulled out a meat skewer, then covered her mouth elegantly and took a bite.

After seeing the movements of Elizabeth's hands, the other school directors couldn't help but look at each other, and then looked hesitant. Finally, they intermittently stretched their fingers into the plastic bag, and took out a mutton skewer and put it in their mouths to taste.

There is only one exception.

Frost Gattuso.

From the moment Long Kui appeared, the school director had been looking at him coldly, without any sign of wanting to take the meat skewers in his hands.

"Don't you want to eat, Mr. School Manager? The weather is not high now, and it will get cold soon." Long Kui stretched out a hand, raised it forward, and said with a smile.

"Humph!" Frost glanced down at the steaming mutton skewers on the table, and said coldly and unceremoniously:

"I don't eat mutton."

"Shh-"

The moment he said these words, suddenly, the air waves from the scream blew Frost's silver hair, and the fierce wind pressure instantly caused ripples on his face.

A sudden cold light suddenly appeared in Frost's left pupil. Before he could react, a flesh-colored flower suddenly flashed in front of the old man's eyes!

"Pfft-"

The sound of steel penetrating through blood and bones suddenly sounded in the silent venue. Frost's eyes were still looking forward, but his original sight of the young man behind Angers was blocked by a bloody palm.

At some point, a young man with blond hair appeared next to him. One side of his eyes was as blue as the sea water, and the other side was as bright gold as the sun.

The palm of this young man with a calm face was currently standing in front of Director Frost. On this white palm, a steel stick with a cold light penetrated through it, and it was only a centimeter away. caught the old man's eyeballs.

Long Kui's eyes looked coldly at Frost, whose face was covered by a bloody palm. He slowly played with a steel skewer used to skewer meat on skewers and said in a cold tone:
"Did I... give you face?"

(End of this chapter)