Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 27 I believe it

"It's actually S-class?" The conductor's eyes brightened, he stopped chatting with Fingel, and turned his head to look at Long Kui in high spirits.

"It seems there is a scheduling error, otherwise S-level students like you wouldn't have to take the bus. But I'm really sorry, it's rare to meet such a high-level student, so there must be an error in the system."

"'S' Class??" Fingel got stuck on the train steps halfway up, his eyes widened:
"Didn't I say that only the principal is an 'S' class?"

"No, not only, there are more people in the 'S' class, but no more than ten people." The conductor took Long Kui's suitcase, looked at the boy below and smiled politely:

"Hurry up and get in the car, we won't be at the station for long."

Long Kui stood below, looking at the strange "Hell Express" inside and out. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, then grabbed the railing of the stairs and jumped lightly.

"Ouch!" Fingel's scream suddenly came from the front.

It turned out that the other party was complaining at the entrance of the train. When Long Kui jumped up, Fingel was so frightened that he ran forward and hit the wall of the train with his head.

After the two got on the train, the express train started slowly, drove slowly on the railroad tracks, and drove out of the platform of the Chicago train station.

Silver-white vines extend from the front of the car to the rear like lines, looking gorgeous like a work of art.

Outside the only sliding door, a bright light dazzled Long Kui's eyes. After squinting, the latter realized that it was the light reflected from the smooth top of Professor Manstein's head.

"The journey was smooth, right? It's a pity that I had to fly to Russia before, otherwise I would have flown over with you when I was in China."

Professor Manstein slowly walked over from the door of the carriage, holding a neat dark green clothes in his hand.

Walking up to Long Kui, he handed the clothes in his hands to the young man in front of him:
"Here, the Cassel College uniform is tailor-made according to your figure."

After Long Kui took the clothes, he unpacked them. The Half-Dead World Tree badge on it was particularly eye-catching.

"There is the locker room next to it. After changing clothes, let's officially start the orientation." Professor Manstein pointed to the small white door in front of him and said calmly.

"Enrollment orientation?" A trace of doubt flashed in Long Kui's eyes, but he finally put down the suitcase and Mamon in his hands, and entered the changing room alone with his school uniform.

A moment later, Long Kui came out of the locker room and Manstein and Fingel's eyes suddenly lit up.

A white shirt, a dark green suit with thin silver edges, a dark red scarf, and the emblem of Kassel College's Half-Dead World Tree embroidered on the chest pocket.

Wearing this suit on Long Kui, who is 185cm tall, he looks elegant, handsome and decent.

Although the school's tailor didn't measure his figure, the suit fit him perfectly. When he opened the cuffs, he could still see the words "Kui" embroidered with dark green thread inside.

"Not bad, it fits very well." Professor Manstein looked at Long Kui across from him for a while, and the admiration in his eyes was self-evident:

"The new school uniforms have been improved by the equipment department using special materials. I heard they can be bulletproof."

"Bulletproof?" After Long Kui heard the other party's words, the corners of his mouth twitched twice. Now he was even more convinced that this Kassel Academy was not a normal school.

Which normal school issues uniforms to students that are bulletproof?
Or is live CS in the United States already so popular now?

"It's better to be careful. It's not peaceful in school recently." Manstein pointed his finger, then pointed to the car behind him and said slowly:

"Go in first, and we will talk about the orientation when we sit down. After you listen to the orientation, you will have a completely new understanding of our school."

Long Kui suppressed the doubts in his heart, pushed the suitcase and took Mamon into the car.

The carriage is in an elegant European style, with the walls decorated with Victorian-style patterned wallpaper, the portholes wrapped in solid wood, and the dark green leather sofas embroidered with gold threads. There is no detail that is not exquisite.

Long Kui sat next to the solid wood porthole, and Professor Manstein sat opposite him.

As for Fingel...he found a painting board covered with canvas somewhere and pushed it all the way in.

"Coffee or hot chocolate." Manstein leaned against the wall and looked at Long Kui in front of him.

"Thank you for the hand-ground coffee, no sugar added." Long Kui raised his hand gently. "I want hot chocolate!" Finger next to him also raised his hands.

"I didn't ask you, why don't you go grind coffee for the freshmen?" Professor Manstein glared at Fingel, who immediately shrank his head, and then the expression on his face suddenly became extremely flattering.

"okay!"

Looking like a bitch, Pidianpidian went to the back to find the hand-grinding coffee machine.

"It seems that the professor has a high prestige in the school." Long Kui said softly as he watched Fingel leave wagging his tail.

"I am the chairman of the school's discipline committee, and he is an 'E'-level bottom student who is rare in the school for a century. What do you think his attitude will be towards me?" Manstein said with a half-smile.

"Senior Fingel...really stayed in school for six years? Didn't he study for a postgraduate degree or something?" Long Kui still couldn't help but feel curious.

"I just received an email from his mentor, my good friend Professor Guderian." Manstein adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and narrated very calmly:
"The email said that his 'favorite student' had just passed a total of six basic courses including 'Alchemical Power Transmission', 'Biological History', and 'Ancient History', and was looking for me to beg me to open Fingel's website. Woolen cloth."

Long Kui immediately had a great refreshment on Fingel's skill.

"Okay, let's not talk about Fingel, let's get down to business." Manstein took out a folder from the briefcase next to him, and then handed it to Long Kui opposite:

"There is a confidentiality agreement here, please sign it first."

"Do you need to sign a confidentiality agreement to accept any kind of admission orientation?" Long Kui looked at the strange document in his hand that was mixed with Latin and English and raised his eyebrows, but in the end he signed his name.

There is no other reason, because he is currently on a 200-hour express train. If he doesn't sign, can he break the window and jump out?
Now Mr. Long Kui is riding a red rabbit horse and sees the word "Maicheng" written high on the terminal station. He has to click twice and then stroll in.

Besides, Long Kui is not alone either...

He alone is an army.

Manstein took the signed document handed over from Long Kui and carefully put it into his briefcase:

"As a formal university registered with the U.S. Department of Education, Cassel College has always been committed to providing high-quality education and job recommendations to students with special talents. Our university is a four-year institution, and believe me, people like Finger are He is the only one who has been here for six years."

Manstein slowly straightened up and put his hands on the table:

"But I want to remind you that since our school is a closed education, the professional knowledge you learn in school may not be able to find corresponding majors in other universities, so if you want to study for a Ph.D., you can only choose to stay in this school. "

"You mean... your degree is not recognized by the outside world?" Long Kui leaned back on the armchair, his brown pupils showing no movement.

"No, it's very serious. Our school's diploma definitely meets the standards of the Ministry of Education, but what I want to say is..."

At this time, Fingel pushed the cart over from the cubicle and placed three cups of tea on the table.

"The majors in our school are very special." Manstein took a sip of red wine and looked at Long Kui in front of him thoughtfully:
"Very special."

"Oh?" Long Kui's face showed an expression of interest for the first time, gesturing for the other party to continue.

"Long Kui, do you believe there are dragons in this world?"

Manstein slowly put down the goblet in his hand and asked quietly.

After Long Kui heard what the other party said, he was stunned for a while, then blinked his eyes, his eyes curved into crescent shapes, and smiled with relief:

"I believe it."

Manstein:? ? ?
Why don't you act according to common sense?

　There was a little problem earlier. The protagonist was in the same class as Caesar, so the number of years Fendog has been in school now should be six years, and he is a "sixth grade" student.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)