A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 266 259. Xuan Hao: Alas, I am such a good person

"It's just one vote, it really doesn't matter," Xuan Hao glanced at Elizabeth again, and then focused on Beowulf and Frost, "Now you two are the only ones left, I want to know how you choose?"

Elizabeth next to her felt that her underwear was soaked with cold sweat. Just one glance made her heart almost stop. Angers was indeed right. This man was really dangerous. She didn't believe it at first, but now she found that she It seemed like he had committed a terrible death.

Beowulf had a sullen face. Although he was old and a little out of step with the times, he could still hear the contempt in the other person's tone. How dare this monster in front of me be so arrogant? This is their territory.

He turned to motion to Frost, but Frost ignored him.

Frost took out the handkerchief from his chest and wiped the cold sweat. Although he felt a little aggrieved, he did not dare to say anything.

Caesar is his nephew. He often pays attention to Caesar and often pays attention to things in the college. This also means that he knows Xuanhao at least much better than the school director next to him who disdains the college's 'moderate' style. .

Beowulf? what is that? If you want to exterminate the family, don't take our Gattuso family with you... Frost subconsciously did not look at Beowulf. His current decision may be related to the fate of the Gattuso family. That guy from Pompeii doesn't care about anything. Everything in the family is run by him. He has worked hard and managed to achieve some success, but he can't ruin it just because of this insignificant vote.

"I vote in favor." Frost looked at Beowulf with a dodge in his eyes, "I have no objection to Mr. Xuanhao being the school director."

"You..." Beowulf's hands under the table were tightly squeezed, and his eyes were angrily staring at this spineless guy. If Pompeii were here, he would never make such a decision.

No, I don't think Pompeo cares at all about who is the school director... Frost rolled his eyes, after all, that guy doesn't even care about his position as school director.

"A wise choice." Xuan Hao nodded with satisfaction and looked at Beowulf, the only one who had not yet voted. "Then the vote is now 3 to 3, and you are the only one left. Old man, think carefully and don't worry."

"..."

Beowulf was silent, the anger in his heart welling up. When had he ever been wronged like this?

When had the Beowulf family been so threatened by a human? Even when facing dragons, they are never afraid.

Countless dragons died under the sword of the Beowulf family. In that era of bloody dragon slaying, he once commanded the iron-blooded 'action team' to cross the desert and snowfields and attack the dragon's lair. Every order he made was made of steel. It is so hard and heavy, and the blood on the blade is a symbol of glory for the dragons slain all over the world. And now, he is actually threatened by a human being?

But...the other party's strength really makes him afraid. Beowulf's fists clenched and unclenched, and he was struggling in his heart about how to make a choice. Wouldn't letting such a monster join the school board equal to inviting a wolf into the house? Why did these guys agree so easily? There is no backbone at all, worse than Angers and this little girl.

"Have you considered it?" Xuanhao waited for a long time, but did not see a reply from the old man. He frowned a little. Isn't it the position of a school director? I don’t do anything extreme, so why does it feel like it’s harder than letting you die?

Perhaps it is really harder than letting Beowulf die. As the most hard-blooded faction in the secret party, death is much better for Beowulf than having his dignity trampled on.

"I……"

Beowulf suddenly wanted to get up. He had the honor of being a 'Dragon Bloodthirsty' and didn't even care about death. How could he be surrendered by force?

"Old man, think carefully..."

Beowulf had just stood up, and before his legs could straighten, a heavy hand pressed on his shoulder, and a dull voice sounded in his ears.

"It is honor to die on the battlefield of slaying dragons, but there is nothing left if you die in the hands of humans. Why bother?" ?"

Beowulf sat back down in his seat again.

The hand that fell on his shoulder was as heavy as a huge boulder, as if it was going to crush all the bones in his body. The indescribable feeling of suffocation made Beowulf even forget to breathe. It wasn't until the man beside him slowly walked back to his seat and sat down that he gasped for breath.

"Ha ha……"

Beowulf was breathing heavily. At that moment, he seemed to have escaped from hell. A feeling of exhaustion continued to pour out of his body, and a sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on his heart.

"What kind of monster is this?" The opponents he had faced in this life were all dragons and deadpools who dehumanized humanity, but this was the first time for such a guy.

This guy actually calls himself human? Beowulf's eyes are a little dazed, must he compromise? He began to understand why the other school directors had no objections, because it made no sense at all. They couldn't stop this man, no matter what he wanted to do.

Even if he firmly votes against it now, the result will be the same. This man will still sit in the position of colonel director.

The only difference may be that there are fewer school directors on the school board.

Everyone present watched Beowulf gasping for breath, but they saw nothing clearly. They only saw Beowulf standing up suddenly and seeming to be too old to sit down.

The old man's face became extremely ugly, and he seemed a little older.

Beowulf sighed softly. He recalled that Angers had warned him not to use any common sense to judge the man in front of him. Now it seems that Angers was right.

He looked at the man sitting on the seat in front of him. Although this man was sitting, he seemed to be looking down at them all.

The blazing golden eyes exuded a suffocating aura. Just by looking at each other, he felt that his body was about to fall apart, and it was difficult to breathe even while sitting.

In his surprised eyes, the man suddenly stood up.

Xuan Hao walked towards the door, seemingly not caring about what kind of vote the old man would cast in the end.

The door opened, and the light outside shone on Xuan Hao. He stretched slightly. It was too dark inside and he didn't like it.

The sun shone into the dim conference room, illuminating the old man's pale cheeks.

The old man slumped feebly on his seat, staring blankly at the man leaving in the sunshine, opening his mouth, unable to speak.

There is no point in talking now. His vote is destined not to be an objection.

Walking outside, Xuan Hao turned his head and looked at the huge white castle, and sighed softly, "Oh, I am such a good person."

If he had been more bad, the castle would be in ruins now, and the old man inside would be forced to say something against his will, but he was so soft-hearted that he still couldn't bear to push the old man too much. It seems that he is really a kind person.