Chapter 169 EVA and Professor Cassel

Kassel, ice cellar.

As we all know, Kassel is a college located halfway up a mountain.

Some people have also been curious about the location of this college. Is it just the personal preference of Principal Angers?

Although the flaming red maples all over the mountains and fields in autumn are beautiful, it also makes people sincerely understand art and life. It fully conforms to the positioning of Kassel’s aristocratic college, and it is also like the black formal wear all year round in Angers. What a gentleman with a rose on his chest can do.

But no one can deny that Kassel's true identity is a military base that trains dragon slayers.

Don't forget that there is a rich young man who fills an entire swimming pool with champagne to hold banquets, a night watchman who only walks out of the bell tower every year during the swimsuit beauty pageant, and a strange principal who is keen on inviting girls to have afternoon tea.

Well, it seems that Kassel should be banned immediately.

However, if necessary, the young lady can jump out of the champagne and light up her eyes, the beautiful girls in swimsuits can swing their long legs and walk like flying, and the principal can calmly take out his pocket knife and play with time.

It can be said that every student can single-handedly defeat more than three special forces soldiers. This is definitely not an exaggeration. After all, those serious and professional school workers in Kassel were wearing military uniforms and fighting in the Middle East under a hail of bullets a few years ago. Rolling and rushing inside, everyone is a veteran of hundreds of battles.

Even such great guys, when they come to Kassel, they can only do some work of unblocking sewers and cleaning up garbage.

Even if I occasionally practice sparring with students, I have to sign an agreement on the transportation of the body and the beneficiary of the will before practicing.

What, why no insurance you ask?

Come on, ordinary people and mixed race sparring, which insurance company would dare to insure this kind of thing? If you really do this, you will go bankrupt.

In short, even the worst student in Kassel, even a student determined to pursue a research path, can easily defeat more than three special soldiers.

This is the gap between hybrids and ordinary people, a gap that cannot be bridged by ordinary means. The physical quality is already there, not to mention that hybrids also have superhuman minds, and ordinary fighting skills are always better than ordinary people. People get started faster and have advantages in both strength and skills. It is understandable that the record is like this.

Therefore, what Fingel said in the Norton Hall conference room that the essence of Kassel's student association is an absolutely violent organization is not an exaggeration at all, and it is naturally much more difficult for Lu Mingfei to establish a Kyushu branch than Bigger than I imagined.

After all, in a sense, an organization that has gathered a group of mixed-race students is a completely armed organization, even if it does not have guns or knives.

At the same time, only student clubs such as the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union are already in the category of private armed forces. So Kassel, which has departments such as the Execution Department and Equipment Department, although it is not a military base but is far more terrifying, is really just because of the principal. Can such a serious issue as the location of the college be easily decided on the basis of personal hobbies?

The answer is naturally no.

What few people know is that as early as the founding of the school, Kassel had hollowed out the mountain where it was located, and dug out a complete cavity inside to house alchemical equipment collected from all over the world, as well as Some other unknown uses.

On the complete map of Kassel, this area is labeled: Ice Cellar.

The Campus Secretary, a miracle that cannot be accomplished by current human technology, the body of the artificial intelligence Norma is placed here.

"Verification passed."

The mysterious alchemy vibrations light up one after another.

The airtight alloy door slowly opened.

As the last defense of Norma, Cassell used almost all their means, including the two systems of technology and alchemy.

The man walked in with familiarity.

He is tall and tall, and his strong muscles are full of the beauty of strength. It is absolutely unparalleled violence, which makes people shocked and speechless when they see it.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

The girl's ethereal voice came from speakers in all directions.

With a faint smile.

The joy in this girl's heart was immediately apparent upon hearing it.

A beam of light shines from the dome.

The girl in the white dress stood pretty in the light.

But the word "standing" is not accurate, because the girl's delicate feet did not step on the ground, but floated in the air, hanging naturally, the milky white toes were slightly curled, and the nails were healthy pink.

EVA.

Some students were also confused. By the standards of artificial intelligence, the feedback Norma showed was a bit dull and somewhat unworthy of the name.

But what if Norma is just a shell of Cassel’s artificial intelligence? Norma, running at full power, has another name.

EVA.

If anyone sees EVA at this moment, sees her lifelike face, and her emotional voice, who can deny that this is a real artificial intelligence?

But in this case, students may have new doubts.

Is EVA really just artificial intelligence?

In other words, she looks too much like a person, too much like a real girl, which makes people wonder, can a mixed race really complete such a creation even if it combines technology and alchemy techniques?

"Of course I have to come, because,"

The man's usually cynical voice was so gentle at this moment.

"You're waiting for me."

The girl smiled.

The long black hair floats as if in the deep sea.

The man stretched out his hand lovingly towards the girl's face, and then also stretched his hand into the light.

"Do you have any good calcium tablets?"

EVA asked.

"Only occasionally, occasionally I forget..."

said the man.

"Without your reminder, this would have been inevitable."

"Okay, although I really want to stay with you for a while, the time is limited. If I remember correctly, someone will be here in five minutes."

"I can still get two minutes."

The man smiled.

"You're always so reliable."

He changed the subject and continued.

"Can you check the S-class files?"

A new beam of light illuminated the screen. Next to the man, a stream of green data flooded the screen like a waterfall. It only took three seconds to form a data panel.

What came into view was the silly smiling face of the young man, wearing a middle school uniform, with his back hunched and huddled up.

The man stared at the boy's face.

He shook his head, feeling sincerely.

"No matter how many times I try, I can't connect this boy with S-class."

"If you want to see it, it's already available on the Night Watch Forum. Although a large part of the S-class past files is missing, it's basically correct."

EVA said.

"The uploader is still from your news department."

"No no no."

The man waved his hands repeatedly.

"How can you talk about our news department? From now on, it will be an S-level news department."

EVA laughed softly.

"I know that your bet ended up losing the entire news department to S-class."

The man shrugged helplessly.

"Who knew it was completely different from the intelligence? Didn't I say that guy wouldn't be able to awaken the word spirit? How come he not only awakened the word spirit in the end, but also the word spirit outside the periodic table."

"Oh, you should have seen how excited the old immortals in the professor group were. I heard that two of them have fainted."

"It's three."

EVA correction.

"A minute ago, Professor Masnow went into temporary shock due to excessive heart rate."

"Very good, S-level, this is S-level!"

The man clapped his hands, and the dull sound was sonorous and powerful, making people suspect that his hands were not palms at all, but bronze iron blocks or steel ingots.

"Mysterious spirits outside the periodic table have never been discovered and have never existed in scholars' inferences. My dear, do you know what this means?"

"new area."

"Whether it's science or alchemy, researchers are a group of out-and-out lunatics. They can stay awake for days and nights just to pursue a topic. Now, a brand new field is before them. The periodic table The word spirit outside, in other words, the word spirit outside the genealogy of the four monarchs, I am really worried about the heart support of those old popsicles."

The man talked endlessly, while EVA was silent, smiling quietly and looking at him quietly.

"You know, I almost thought I was going to die last night."

"That guy is a complete monster."

"If he hadn't been dragged by the people from the equipment department and the teaching team to test the speech spirit today, I really wouldn't have been able to come and see you."

The man sighed, then put on a solemn gaze and looked at the information recording the S-class files.

"So, can such a monster really be the bad boy who has a crush on a girl that is known to the whole school?"

"EVA, are you sure there is nothing wrong with the data?"

"No."

"At least, in the four years I have been in charge, the surveillance of S-class targets has never gone wrong."

"I trust you."

The man shook his head.

"In this case, there is only one possibility left."

He spat out those words solemnly.

"camouflage!"

"S-class is always in disguise."

"He deceived everyone, using a harmless attitude. When we completely let down our guard against him, thinking that he was just an ordinary weakling, we sent him an invitation to Kassel."

"He finally took off his disguise."

The man slid his index finger, and the S-class data turned into light spots and disappeared, and a new file immediately popped up.

The cover shows the high-spirited face of a young man.

The man stared deeply.

"Is this what you really look like?"

"But why?"

EVA asked.

Of course, as an artificial intelligence, she can completely calculate the answer tens of millions of times without having to discuss it with others. After all, for her, the efficiency of discussing this form of communication is so low that it is so low. People point their fingers.

But if the object of discussion is the man in front of her, she is willing to do so.

"Pretending for eighteen years, what does he want to do?"

"Who knows?"

The man spread his hands.

"Perhaps he understands that if he shows the slightest abnormality, he will be sent to a small island in the Pacific to play in the sand for the rest of his life."

"There may be other reasons."

"For example, to accumulate strength."

The man asked suddenly.

"EVA, have you heard of Wu?"

"The matching results in the database are kung fu and martial arts. Kassel's physical education class has teachers of Tai Chi and Bajiquan."

"No, not these."

"S-level said Wu."

The man pondered for a long time.

"I don't know how to describe it specifically."

"But I can feel that it is a magical power."

"Chu Zihang, you know, he is the current president of Lionheart Club. He is a very interesting boy. I particularly like his eyes, which look like mine."

The man smiled proudly.

"He embarked on that road, and his life would not have been easy for long."

"But just last night, I noticed that he had changed."

"His restless dragon blood has actually stabilized again."

"It's unthinkable, you know, once you go down that road there's no turning back."

"I have also dabbled in Chinese Kung Fu, Bajiquan or Tai Chi."

"But all of them, to be honest, are just fighting skills, how to exert force, how to attack, how to avoid, that's all."

"I have never seen a combat technique that can stabilize the blood of a mixed race. Isn't this something that only the legendary alchemy can do? What does it have to do with combat techniques?"

The man read.

"Wu, Wu, Wu."

"Say it, EVA."

he asked suddenly.

"If I also practice martial arts, right? I can help everyone get revenge."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

A bunch of lights came down.

There were figures one after another inside.

They surrounded the man and looked at him with smiles.

"We are always here."

Eva said softly.

The man lowered his head and put his hand on his forehead.

"Stop it, EVA."

"I have to be strong."

"Feel sorry."

The light and shadow gradually extinguished, leaving only the girl and the sad man in front of her.

"I want to practice martial arts."

said the man.

"If you can get the power of revenge from him."

"I'll just sell myself to him."

"You've sold yourself to a lot of people."

"I'm serious this time."

"I'm sorry for having to work so hard alone."

"I am the one who should say sorry."

The man shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, time is running out."

"Can I trouble you to adjust the S-level papers?"

"Um."

The scanned copy of the examination paper appears in the light and shadow.

The patterns outlined in pencil are like towering trees. There is a thrilling beauty in the complexity and majesty. Like a black hole, it firmly attracts the attention of others and makes them fascinated.

"I'm curious."

The man's unblinking gaze.

"What's his score? A perfect score?"

Didn't get the answer as expected.

The man turned his head strangely.

His eyes widened.

I actually saw confusion on EVA's face.

Is EVA also confused?

No matter how human-like this person is, she is still an artificial intelligence, a living being that relies on servers to exist.

Actually... also confused.

"I don't know how to judge the case."

"Where is the standard answer? Just use your computing power to compare as before."

EVA pulled up another exam paper.

"That's the standard answer."

The man observed carefully, but unfortunately, it was difficult to tell the difference between the two with the naked eye.

This is exactly why Norma is needed to help correct the paper.

"Look, here."

EVA zoomed in on a detail on the two-chapter exam paper.

"And here."

She pointed out several differences.

There are as many as twelve places before and after.

the man said in surprise.

"How could it be possible? I thought the S-level results would be very good, but there are actually so many..."

"No."

EVA frowned and said hesitantly.

"He's not wrong."

The man frowned in confusion. There were obviously more than ten discrepancies between the S-level test paper and the standard answers. Why would EVA still say that there was nothing wrong with S-level.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind.

"you mean!"

"Um."

EVA nodded slightly.

"The standard answer is wrong."

"But...how could this happen..."

The man's mouth was a little dry.

"Don't forget where our standard answers come from."

"Also a mixed race."

"So far, all the dragon knowledge we have, whether it is word spirit alchemy or dragon literature, was researched by hybrid scholars."

EVA emphasizes the tone.

"And not a real dragon."

"All mixed-blood research on dragons ends at the stage of conjecture."

"After all, it is impossible for a pure-blooded dragon to have a friendly attitude toward humans."

"Of course we can't get the real history and knowledge from the mouths of pure-blooded dragons."

"As for Long Wen."

EVA said.

"The higher your bloodline, the more accurate your understanding of dragon writing will be."

"Under this premise, it is not impossible for a student to have a test paper that is more perfect than the standard answer."

The man recovered from the shock.

Indeed, what EVA said makes sense.

If you follow her logic, everything makes sense.

"if only……"

the man added.

"All it takes is a guy with a higher bloodline than any hybrid ever born."

"Then his understanding is the most correct Long Wen."

"Even if it is different from the standard answer, it is because the answer is wrong, not that he is wrong."

The man shook his head in amazement.

"S-level, S-level, you know, I'm very curious now."

"Really, very curious."

"You said, they are both S-level. Compared with the principal or our freshmen, who is stronger?"

"Normally speaking, you don't have to think about it. That's the principal."

"But the new student, Lu Mingfei..."

The man finally took a look at the test paper which was more accurate than the standard answers.

"How can the existence of monsters be explained by common sense?"

"So, how do I judge the case?"

EVA is a little troubled.

"Are you adding points to your perfect score?"

"If you do this, the old school board members will fly over in a hurry the next day to hold a hearing."

The man chuckled.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you don't need to worry about this kind of thing. Some people are anxious."

EVA's expression changed.

"There's new news from the principal."

"He said that the grade given to Lu Mingfei was: S."

"Ha, you don't need to worry about what I said."

The man smiled and stepped forward to give EVA a virtual hug.

"I'm leaving, see you next time."

"Take care of yourself, remember to take calcium tablets, don't forget."

The man waved his hand.

"I know, I know."

The man's back gradually faded away, the airtight door closed, and the alchemical matrix was activated.

EVA's silent sigh turned into scattered light spots.

…………

Kassel, library.

Even during the final exam week, the place was never as crowded as it is today.

And what is crowded is not the ordinary area where students borrow books, but the restricted book area that requires certain permissions to enter.

How to describe the forbidden book zone?

Let's put it this way, "The Fragments of the Ice Sea", which is almost as famous as Abraham's blood contract in mixed-race society, is lying quietly on a bookshelf here.

This alone can explain the status of this place.

It would not be an exaggeration to call it one of the holy places among mixed-race scholars.

Not to mention that there is a lot of forbidden knowledge in the forbidden book area that ordinary people cannot imagine. There is even a rumor that the long step for humans to ascend from mortal creatures to dragons is hidden in the forbidden book area of ​​​​the Kassel Library.

It's a bit unbelievable that it's just a university library, but it actually contains such terrifying secrets.

But after thinking about it, it makes sense. Kassel is not an ordinary university. Its predecessor is the famous secret party in the West, an organization that has been at the forefront of slaying dragons for thousands of years. A place like this Even if the library records information about the Dragon King, it is not impossible.

But even places like this are overcrowded today.

"Please give way!"

"Well, Guderian?"

The professor in Jiwotou raised his head when he heard someone calling his name.

"Manstein!"

he exclaimed.

Immediately, the face of Professor Manstein, the director of the Discipline Committee, changed.

"Keep your voice down!"

In fact, without his need to remind him, Guderian had already covered his mouth in panic, nodded and bowed at the gazes cast from all directions, and smiled apologetically.

"You guy."

Manstein murmured something in a low voice, grabbed his old friend's hand, and hurried to a corner.

""Ehehehe! ""

"etc!"

"where are you going!"

Guderian put a hand in front of his mouth, lowered his voice and shouted repeatedly.

"I still have to find a seat, topic! New topic!"

"seat?"

Manstein sneered.

"Okay, that's it."

He let go of Guderian.

At this time, the two people were standing in the most inconspicuous corner of the library. Guderian was surprised to find that the place was filled with books, various gold-edged tomes and even ancient parchments, forming a small Castle, the distant historical atmosphere blows in your face.

A head poked out from the castle of the scroll. Guderian was so frightened that he took a step back. Schneider looked him up and down, with a look that could not tell whether it was disgust or joy.

"Although you... in short, I admire your academic level Professor Guderian."

"Oh, thank you."

Guderian cast a pleading look at his old friend.

What's going on, why is the famous embryo-killing leader in Kassel here!

He is just a simple little scholar. If he gets too close to this guy Schneider, he will be killed. He has not yet obtained the tenured professorship in Cassel, so he really doesn’t want to die.

Manstein ignored this guy's eyes. As a friend he had known since the orphanage, he knew his old friend's character very well.

I must be thinking about things in my head that are impossible to happen.

People don't know what to say.

Simply ignore it.

"If the new topic you just mentioned refers to the new S-class awakened spirit."

"Just come together."

Manstein walked into the pile of books.

"Also, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't try to find a serious position."

"Look over there."

Manstein pointed in the direction.

Guderian looked over curiously.

Just for a moment, the curiosity in his eyes was replaced by complete shock.

What did he see!

Old men with pale faces and skinny bones, holding oxygen bottles or hanging infusions, stood upright, occupying all the long tables, and were meticulously flipping through brown-covered classics.

This picture does not need any special effects processing, nor does it need to add eerie background music. It only needs to be recorded realistically, and it can be developed into material for movies such as zombie movies or gatherings of lich scholars.

Everyone here is closer to a zombie than a living person.

However, in Guderian's eyes, this is not a zombie.

One by one, everyone who can sit on that long table is a god!

The realm of alchemy and science, the god of mixed-race scholars!