Dragon Clan: Start by obtaining the Sett panel

Chapter 343 Old Fox

Kassel College, deep in the redwood forests of northern Illinois, USA.

In the conference hall deep in Valhalla, there is an antique mahogany long table in the center. It is a 17th-century Venetian furniture, engraved with angels and dragon and snake patterns.

Portraits of successive secret party leaders are hung on the walls. The most recent one is of Menech Cassel, the founder and first president of the Lionheart Society. Cassel College is named after his surname.

People in black sat upright at the table, their backs straight. Most of them were very old, as if they had been dug out from a grave.

The suit he wore looked like it was dug out from a grave, and paired with a top hat, it felt more like a gentleman's party from the era of Sherlock Holmes.

"It has been many years since we have had such a meeting, Mr. Vanderbilt."

"Yes, Mr. Turing, I remember the last time was in 1961." The conversation between old friends when they reunited was also lifeless, like ghosts in the coffin whispering.

This group of secret party elders have never gathered so neatly in decades. Most of those who can sit at this table have changed the course of history, such as ending a world war or promoting the development of quantum mechanics or computer technology.

Of course, there are also some that are purely violent. They have buried many resurrected ancient dragons, and the dragon blood has given them super long lives, so long that they are too lazy to continue dealing with the outside world.

So they usually announce their death to their relatives and friends, arrange their own funeral, and live away from the world.

For these people who have changed history and experienced cruel battlefields, nothing should be able to make them uneasy, but today is an exception. The atmosphere in the conference room is very depressing.

The elders seemed to be chatting casually, but they couldn't help but look at the empty chair at the end of the conference table.

That was the chair of the principal, Hilbert Jean Angers, but at this moment he was lying in an aluminum alloy emergency cabin with weak vital signs.

"The heart was almost completely cut open. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and an extracorporeal circulation device was used to replace the heart. But it cannot be said that the rescue was successful at present. Half of his life is in the hands of death." This is what the secret party member who was responsible for suturing the heart and was known as the father of cardiac surgery said.

"At least half of my life is in your hands." Professor Schneider, head of the executive department, said sincerely.

"No, the other half of his life is in his own hands. The reason he can still survive in this situation is probably because of the wildfire of revenge in his heart." The doctor said with emotion.

"If it was someone else, even if I was there to treat them immediately, the funeral would have been held by now."

Like them, Ange is a veteran of the secret party and the longest active veteran.

The reason why the elders have been able to enjoy a peaceful life for so many years is because of this madman Ange.

With amazing energy, strong fighting spirit and iron wrist, he opened up the academy era of the secret party and won consecutive victories on the battlefield of slaying dragons.

The dragon bone that was once stored in the ice cellar was Ange's medal. In his hands, the hybrids finally saw the hope of ending the Dragon King forever.

But on the night three days ago, the situation took a turn for the worse. The dragon bones were stolen, Angers was severely damaged, and all the results of the battle were reset to zero.

So after nearly forty years of silence, the elders gathered again in this long-dusty meeting room to face together the situation that might further deteriorate.

All the school directors were also summoned, as they were all elders of the secret party.

The cold and arrogant Lady Elizabeth and the underage girl, sandwiched between this group of antique old things, were like delicate flowers blooming on a grave.

Elizabeth looked a little sad. She and Ange had the closest relationship on the board of directors.

To her, Ange was like a father or grandfather, experienced and indestructible. Who would have known that such a person would be destroyed in an instant?

A shadow hangs over everyone's head, and none of them dares to say that they are better than Angers. So who will hold up the current situation?
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted in. Fifteen minutes late, the host of this meeting finally appeared.

The vice-president walked into the meeting room with a beer belly and burping, and glanced at the elders.

Then, under the gaze of a group of people, he sat down in Angers' seat without any pressure.

"Master Flamel." The elders all nodded slightly to show their respect.

Flamel, only these old immortals knew how great this surname was, and when they saw him, the uneasiness in everyone's hearts was slightly dissipated.

"Are they not dead yet?" The vice-president looked around. This opening remark was a bit rude, but he was always rude, so the elders didn't mind.

"No, some of them died, and some of them were too old to move and could not make it to the meeting," said Mr. Turing.

"Everything that can be moved is basically here. Then please ask Teacher Flamel to tell us about the current situation."

"What's there to talk about? It's just a mess." The vice principal shrugged and put his feet on the table.

"The principal is going to die, the elders are all a bunch of old men, and the new generation star Lu Mingfei has gone crazy. Tsk tsk tsk... It's really dire straits."

After hearing the vice-principal's words, the elders' faces became uglier and uglier, and their mood, which had just been relieved with great difficulty, fell to the bottom again.

"Teacher Flamel, please be serious." Elizabeth raised her head, with sadness still in her eyes.

"Forget it, forget it. I can't bear to see a woman like this..." The vice-principal waved his hand, then turned his head and spoke softly.

"Show them the video before Ange was assassinated."

The words seemed to be spoken to the air, but after the vice-principal finished speaking, a beam of bright blue light was cast behind him. In the beam stood a girl in school uniform, her skin was so crystal clear that it was almost transparent, and her long light blue hair fell to the ground.

That hair color is definitely surreal, but it looks very harmonious on this girl who is also surreal in beauty.

Dust could be seen flying chaotically in the light beam, passing over her slender body without any obstacles.

"EVA is the upgraded version of Norma. I don't need to explain it to you anymore, right?" said the vice principal.

EVA bowed slightly, looking well-behaved and gentle, but the elders who knew her nodded slightly in return. They were well aware of the amazing authority of this virtual girl, who could hold Kassel Academy in the palm of her hand.

Bright blue laser beams were cast down from the ceiling, interweaving into a fine grid of beams.

As the beam network slowly swept across the entire conference room, the holographic 3D projection gradually took shape.

Some of the elders present had lived in seclusion for decades and had never seen such high-precision laser imaging technology. They widened their eyes in surprise.

The image of the college library soon emerged, and everyone witnessed the entire process of Angers' assassination as if they were there.

The video ends with Angers saying "Is that you?" and the elders lowered their heads in thought.

"If I remember correctly, the word spirit of Angers should be time zero, right?" Mr. Turing spoke first, his voice extremely dry.

"You are not senile. Angers' words are indeed time zero." The vice-principal nodded.

"In other words, someone killed Ange in an instant, who was 200 times faster than an ordinary person?" said another elder. The entire conference room fell into silence. What kind of concept was it that could make Ange unable to defend himself?
At the very least, only a Dragon King in his victorious period could do this. You know, even Constance, who once invaded Kassel, could not escape the influence of Time Zero.

"That's right. The reason we can't see the attacker is because his movement speed is too fast, exceeding the limit of the 3D monitoring device." EVA added.

"Since the other party has severely injured Ange, why not kill him?" someone asked.

"Because Ange had already activated the alchemical matrix at that time, I enhanced the effectiveness of the alchemical matrix. When the alchemical matrix is ​​at its maximum effectiveness, even Ange can be suppressed, and the attacker will also feel the pressure." said the vice-president.

"He must evacuate as soon as possible, otherwise he will be surrounded."

"If this is true, who can do it? Could it be the King of Sky and Wind?" asked Mr. Turing.

As the representative of absolute speed, only the King of Sky and Wind can surpass it.

"Everyone, have you forgotten the existence of a person?" A man's voice came from the loudspeaker on the roof.

"It's the head of the Gattuso family." Hearing this lazy voice, Elizabeth quickly figured out who it was.

Just by listening to the voice, you can imagine the appearance of the speaker: a playboy wearing a navy blue suit, white casual pants, and a pair of loafers, lying lazily in the sunshine of the Gulf of Genoa or Tahiti, drinking beer and looking at the blue sea.

"Yes, it's me. If I hadn't been stopped by this little secretary, I should have joined this meeting via video call half an hour ago." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Pompey's voice.

"EVA, why don't you let Pompey in?" The vice-principal was also a little puzzled.

EVA lowered her eyes and waved expressionlessly. A beam of bright blue light was projected above an empty seat, and in it sat a man wearing only white swimming trunks.

His chest and abdominal muscles were clearly visible, and countless pairs of delicate hands were touching his body, or applying sunscreen to him.

Pompey raised the juice glass in his hand and said, "Finally I'm in! Long time no see, bosses!"

A group of well-dressed old gentlemen were sitting around the conference table, among them were underage girls and unmarried women like Elizabeth. Suddenly, such a nearly naked man appeared, and the little girl was so scared that she quickly covered her eyes.

Given this scene, it’s no wonder that EVA didn’t let him in. It’s like this now, and it’s hard to imagine what it was like half an hour ago.

"To be honest, I have always admired your taste, but it is indeed a bit indecent in the presence of ladies." The vice-president stared at the beauty next to Pompey and spoke.

"Besides, you haven't asked me to join you, so it's hard for me to speak for you."

"I'll take you with me next time." Pompey raised his eyebrows.

"Ahem, I think it was your fault for leaving Pompeii outside for so long, EVA. Don't do this again next time," said the vice-principal.

EVA on the side showed a look of contempt and silently distanced herself from the vice-principal, as if she was afraid of getting stuck with something dirty.

"Okay, it's not too late for you to join now. Let's continue with the topic we were just discussing." The vice-principal continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"No, no, no, what I just meant was not that you forgot me, but that you forgot someone else." Pompey shook his head and looked at the vice-principal.

"In this world, besides the Dragon King, there is another person who can be compared with Ange, and he is younger and more energetic. In other words, his words are also more powerful."

"You mean... Lu Mingfei?" The vice-president quickly understood what Pompey meant.

"Bingo!" Pompey snapped his fingers, and then a series of information appeared beside Pompey.

"As everyone knows, this guy is a genius among geniuses. My outstanding son is far inferior to him."

"He cooperated with Caesar to kill Norton, killed Fenrir alone in Yanjing, and killed the White King in Japan. With his strength, he has indeed surpassed Angers." Mr. Turing on the side nodded.

"No, I believe that child would not do such a thing." The vice principal sighed.

"Your personal inference alone is not convincing, Mr. Flamel." Pompey smiled.

"If he hadn't met someone very familiar, how could Angers have said, 'Is it you?'"

"Yes, I think Principal Ange must have met someone who was very familiar to him. Everyone should have seen the surprise on his face." Elizabeth spoke loudly and looked around at everyone.

"So Lu Mingfei is indeed a strong suspect," said Mr. Turing.

"Then, I suggest that we send someone to bring Lu Mingfei back first," Pompey asked.

"Let's put it this way. The executive department will send someone to bring Lu Mingfei back." Schneider interrupted the conversation.

"No, no, no, Mr. Schneider, your executive department is not qualified to deal with such a guy." Pompey shook his finger.

"Mr. Beowulf died at the hands of Jörmungandr. There is no suitable candidate at the moment. How about calling out those guys who are frozen in ice?"

"Pompeii! Do you think Lu Mingfei is a traitor? There is no conclusion yet!" As Lu Mingfei's mentor, Guderian could no longer sit still.

"Calm down, Professor Guderian." Pompey raised the corners of his mouth.

"If he really assassinated Ange, the executive department would only die if they went there. Do you want other students to die in order to protect your student?"

"Okay! Let's do as Pompey said!" the vice-principal suddenly spoke.

"In addition to waking up those guys, call Chu Zihang and Caesar as well. Now that they have graduated, it's time for them to make some contributions."

"Tsk... You really don't admit defeat, my vice-principal." The smile on Pompey's face froze, and then he waved his hand gently and hung up the call.

"That's all, let's go..." The vice-president waved his hands and left the meeting room with a staggering step.

"Vice-Principal, how could you agree to something like this from Pompey!" Guderian trotted up, his face full of anxiety.

He knew very well what kind of beings those frozen guys were. They were the last trump card of the secret party besides Angers.

"Do you have a better idea?" The vice-president glanced at Guderian.

Guderian lowered his head in frustration: "No."

“That’s it. This old fox must have wanted to target Lu Mingfei for a long time, and he even sent out his own son.” The vice-principal sighed.

"It seems that we have underestimated him for so many years. Maybe he is the one hidden the deepest in the Gattuso family."

(End of this chapter)