Dragon Clan: Write a diary, why is it Shura Field every day?

Chapter 96 Ange, You Are Old
I even wonder if we have all forgotten the correct way to use the Word Spirit?

Changre is making his point frantically.

Someone turned to look at Han Gao, only to find that the old man, who was supposed to be on their side, was tasting red wine with relish.

and also
To avoid the situation where your descendants ask you about the meaning of that ring while you are lying on your deathbed and you can only give a vague answer with your mind full of thoughts about women with big butts and big breasts?
I'm kind enough to tell you this.

Changre looked directly at the young man in white, "William Morris."

That's your grandpa.

Changre's eyes were filled with memories.

He is a man who talks a lot and is very long-winded. "

Even when it comes to the meaning of the family crest, something that should be simple enough to be explained in a few words, he would talk about it at length.

Go back and look for it. Maybe in a safe or somewhere else, you can probably find the dozen or so pages of his long speech.

I don’t have a good memory and I don’t want to talk so much nonsense.”

To simplify,
Even if I die a thousand times, I will not regret it.

This is the meaning of the family emblem on your hand, the phoenix."

In order to destroy the four great leaders and the dragon clan, he would not regret it even in the face of death.

Do you understand it?
"That's what your family thought and did back then."

"This sentence is regarded as a wise saying and can be said to be their pride."

“But no one respects them.”

"Otherwise, where do you think you got your current position from?"

Ange spoke without paying attention to the looks of the people around him.

There were supposed to be thirty-six chairs in the room, but now there were only fifteen.

Some of the chairs had disappeared, while others had been kicked out of the room.

The chair that Ange was sitting on belonged to the Kassel Academy.

The young man in the white suit looked very ugly, and his hands, which were originally elegantly folded, were now clenched into fists.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing his inner anger.

He tried to suppress his anger, "I said, those are all things of the past."

"The times are developing very fast now. If you can't keep up with the trend, you will be left behind by the times."

"Are we going to slay the dragon now, do we have to do it the same way as before?"

"Fighting the four monarchs with a spear?"

"Isn't this ridiculous?"

His reason told him that this seemingly white-haired and frail old man was not someone to be trifled with.

If you can convince them with words, that would be best, but using force is the worst option.

"I don't blame you, kid." There was a hint of disdain in Ange's voice. He continued, "Honor, dignity, dedication, sacrifice, these seem to be just empty words to you."

“You can’t really feel the emotions.”

"Your brain has become rotten. It seems that your brain can no longer accommodate anything other than those glittering gold and those sexy women."

Ange continued his taunting, but Henkel remained calm.

On the twelve chairs in the room, the young men looked at each other, and their faces became more and more ugly. Although Ange's words were not directly said to them, they could feel a strong hint from them.

The young man in white's breathing became heavier and heavier, and no one knew when he would explode.

Angers continued: “Just because you can’t feel it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

“In a sense, these are the most powerful things.”

"It is because of these emotions that we are able to defeat those seemingly invincible dragons."

The young man in white finally couldn't help but burst into crazy laughter.

“Do these things have power?” he asked. “Principal, are you kidding me?”

“There’s no money, no real gold.”

"You guys at Kassel Academy can't even afford guns, let alone those alchemical weapons."

"So, by that time, are you prepared to fight the dragons with your sacrifice and dedication?"

There was a sneer in Ange's voice as he looked at the look of horror on Han Gao's face.

Han Gao's movements were so fast that they passed by almost like an afterimage.

He was about to reach for the revolver hidden at his waist.

But his movements were still a step slower.

The next moment, the young man in white felt a hand appear on his shoulder.

The hand was full of wrinkles, but still very strong.

The hand pinched his shoulder so hard that it hurt. "Han Gao, it seems that you are really old." Ange's voice came from behind, with deep emotion, "This time I can't even pull out the gun."

Time flies, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Henkel that was once known as the "Fast Hand Henkel" is no longer as fast as before.

He is no longer the same person he used to be.

He is indeed old and completely defeated by time.

Han Gao sighed, his voice full of mixed emotions.

There is helplessness, reluctance to accept the result, and recollection of the past, but more of it is the sadness of a hero in his old age.

Although Henkel had known his physical condition for many years, he was well aware of his limitations.

But he always held on to a glimmer of hope, always thinking that maybe he could fight again.

He always wished he wasn't that old.

Time is fair to everyone, perhaps the same is true for Yire?

Is he better than me?

Hen Gao knew that he was getting old, Yire would get old too, and everyone would get old.

But compared to those who have passed away, Henkel felt that he might not be the worst.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

Time is indeed extremely fair to everyone.

No more, no less.

But there are always people who can grow against time.

Time has left countless traces on that man, but it has never been able to make him truly old.

Han Gao slowly placed his hand on the table again.

This is the same as putting your hands over your head when you are being stopped by the police, to show that you are not a threat at all.

"Yes. Of course I will grow old."

Isn’t this a normal thing?”

"Everyone ages over time."

“How many people are like you?”

Han Gao asked, "You are so old, but your body is still as strong as before?"

"It's like a monster."

Yi Re smiled, "No, I'm not a monster."

"I am just like you, an ordinary hybrid with dragon blood flowing in my body."

"How special can it be?"

What has always supported me is nothing but faith.”

He patted the shoulder of the person in front of him whose face was distorted by pain.

"child."

"Now you should understand, right?"

“Things that look like the sky always work.”

Although I am old, I am still able to wield a sword.

Even if the four kings were right in front of me, I believe I could give it a try.

How could I die before you?

At that time, I wonder if the glittering gold or the women with big butts and thighs can help you? "

The young man in the white suit said nothing, and was unable to speak.

Ange looked up at everyone, but found that no one was looking at him.

What was happening before my eyes simply didn't make sense.

This is extremely abnormal both from a biological perspective and from the perspective of dragon bloodline.

Over time, even the most powerful hybrids will age and their abilities will diminish.

The exception is the four noble first-generation monarchs who directly inherited the power of the Black King Nidhogg. They are the darlings of the world and are naturally not bound by the rules.

But this isn't how hybrids should be.

At least, it shouldn't get stronger with age.

However, this old man in front of me is exactly like that.

This is simply a miracle, even God would be amazed when seeing it.

(End of this chapter)