Chapter 170 The Bloodline of the Black King and the Healing Word Spirit

"He...he, they..."

Guderian Kabakaba, could hardly speak complete sentences.

"Keep your voice down, don't you want your tenured professor?"

Manstein warned his old friend.

"Just a few words from anyone here can make you stay as a temporary professor until you die!"

Guderian was obviously frightened and hurriedly covered his mouth, but his eyes that were rolling around were still full of disbelief.

"come in."

He was stunned for a moment, and after coming to his senses, he immediately followed Manstein into the stack of books.

"What, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Manstein lay on the ground in a strange posture, and solemnly picked up a book. He could see that the opened pages were full of yellow accumulated by time, and there was also a certain old smell coming to his face.

He greeted Guderian and asked him to find a place to stay.

Guderian looked around blankly. The only books on the ground were parchments, as well as carefully sealed ink bottles and quills. He had to work hard to avoid stepping on them.

"Aren't there any chairs?"

he asked innocently.

Manstein was really amused by his old friend.

"Chair?"

he repeated oddly.

"Didn't you see the grand scene outside? Scholars who have made some achievements over the past century, whether they are studying science or alchemy, are all there."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Guderian nodded crazily when he mentioned this, his face full of the excitement and joy of a fanatical believer after seeing Jehovah.

"I can't imagine, Professor Turing! You know, the Professor Turing who created the information age! I always thought he was dead! He is still sitting outside!"

"And Camus! Master Camus who improved the alchemy matrix and proposed a new model! It's unbelievable. I really want to get their signatures."

As he talked, Guderian finally felt confused.

"Weird!"

"I have heard before that they conduct experiments in the secret institute in Kassel and climb to the peak of science and alchemy."

"Unless the world ends, or some revolutionary discovery is made, how can they leave the institute..."

"Didn't you say that too?"

Manstein glanced at him.

"A revolutionary discovery in academia."

Guderian still blinked in confusion.

"What? What did you find?"

Manstein shook his head helplessly, his old friend was indeed out of line.

"What did you find? Please use your smart brain to think about what new topics you are studying!"

Guderian blinked, widened his eyes quickly the next second, and opened his mouth again. Fortunately, Schneider looked up at him before the guy screamed, and Guderian finally did not scream.

"You mean, Mingfei!"

He almost jumped.

"Are they also interested in Mingfei?"

"It's over, it's over!"

"Mingfei will definitely not choose me now!"

Looking at his old friends who were already milling around, Manstein rubbed his eyebrows.

"Regarding the issue of S-level tutors, you don't have to worry. The masters still have their projects to complete. They don't have time to teach students at the moment. Even if the student is S-level, you should know that in the eyes of the masters, there is nothing comparable. The truth is more important, even if you are S-class, you have to stay back."

Guderian breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

Then this guy became proud again.

"Hey what did I say?"

"Obviously he is a genius!"

"As long as he comes to Kassel, everyone will discover this. He is a genius, an absolute genius!"

"Ah."

Manstein drooped his eyelids.

"The word genius is used to describe S-class. I really don't know if you are looking down on him, or if you don't know what our S-class actually means."

Guderian obviously did not understand what his old friend said.

"What...what happened?"

"Going back to the previous question, tell me, what is your new topic?"

Hearing this, Guderian looked around like a thief, and in an excited and suppressed excitement, he whispered to his old friend the shocking secret that he had finally obtained.

"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else!"

Manstein rolled his eyes.

Guderian twisted his body excitedly.

"My student, oh no, I mean my former student, he must have awakened his spirit of speech, you know!"

"And moreover!"

Guderian was careful.

"It's a mysterious word spirit that has never appeared on the periodic table!"

"I have reason to suspect that the source of Ming Fei's bloodline is either the Black King, or..."

"Black King."

Schneider said.

"S-class is a descendant of the Black King. Emperor Yan Ling can be effective on him. This is an irrefutable fact."

"Oh, have you already done experiments? Since Emperor Yan Ling can treat Ming Fei..."

"It's... it's working!"

He stared at Schneider in shock.

"You actually eavesdropped!"

"Please!"

Manstein patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not a secret. There's no need to eavesdrop."

"But...but!"

Guderian was jumping up and down in anxiety.

Suddenly he finally reacted.

"What, it's not a secret!"

"Um."

Manstein pointed at the long table.

"Why do you think the masters walked out of their research institutes?" Guderian scratched his head and said hesitantly.

"Is it... Mingfei's Yanling?"

Manstein cast a look of relief.

"At least you're not hopelessly stupid."

He sighed as he spoke.

"Professor Schneider personally conducted a test and found a strong response to the Black King's Word Spirit Emperor, S-class."

"It's a testament to the purity of his bloodline."

"At the same time, a brand new Yanling that does not belong to the genealogy of the four kings."

Manstein paused.

"With your academic level, you should know better than me what this means."

Guderian's face flushed with excitement.

"It's not wrong, it's definitely not wrong!"

"Bloodline of the Black King!"

"It is clear that he is a direct descendant of the Black King!"

"He is the only example so far of a hybrid descended from the Black King!"

"Okay, okay, I can understand how you feel."

Manstein picked his ears.

"Before that, could you please collect it? Be careful not to disturb the masters' research."

"Oh, sorry!"

Guderian covered his mouth innocently again.

Manstein shook his head. He no longer wanted to say anything to his old friend.

"So, the masters show up here and sit together."

Guderian said quietly.

"Is it just to study Ming Fei's speech spirit?"

"if not?"

Manstein turned back to the tome at hand.

“What else could attract the attention of all the masters at the same time but a new and unexplored field of research.”

"You have to know that even for the atomic bomb project back then, at least two-thirds of the masters here expressed disdain."

"But it's different now."

"S-class represents more than just a new word spirit."

"He is probably a direct blood descendant of the Black King."

"As you said, this is the only case of direct blood descendant found so far."

"You should know what this means. According to legend, the Black King split into four kings: bronze and fire, earth and mountains, sky and wind, ocean and water, and generously gave him the earth, ocean, sky, and the entire world. The four heirs.”

"And all the hybrids we have discovered today are the blood descendants of these four monarchs."

"There has never been a person directly subordinate to the black emperor."

"This is an absolute void in alchemy and draconic genealogy, and today the first symbol falls on that void."

"S."

Manstein smiled.

It is unimaginable that the director of the Discipline Committee in Kassel, who usually has a straight face and is famous for his extremely strictness, can actually show such an expression like that of a child seeing his beloved candy. It comes from the heart. Heartfelt joy.

"Blank, absolute blank, represents infinite possibilities. There is no need to rack our brains to find the direction, no need to try and make mistakes again and again. We only need to move forward. If we take a step at random, we can leave a mark in history. One stroke.”

"Think about it for a moment, my old friend."

Manstein said in the tone of a devil's salesman.

"Guderian guess, how does that sound?"

"Oh no."

He smiled.

"What about Guderian's formula, or Guderian's theorem?"

"Well, maybe you would prefer that future students use the words "last ancient and second ancient" when calculating spiritual spirits and ancestry, put their names behind the numbers, and become an existence that goes hand in hand with the truth of the universe."

"How does it feel, my old friend?"

as I thought.

He heard Guderian's heavy breathing, as well as the other person's movements of repeatedly wiping sweat and adjusting his collar irritably.

Manstein curled his lips indifferently.

Ordinary people think that scientists have no desires and desires, and that they can work day and night for the sake of science, truth, and the progress of all mankind.

But they don’t know that the research itself, especially the moment when they run all they can for their conjectures and goals, and even reap the rewards in the end, can bring scientists a sense of accomplishment, well, let’s just say it, pleasure.

The pleasure it can bring to scientists is far more intense than games, animations or even some physiological activities.

This is a game that belongs exclusively to that small group of highly intelligent people.

Coincidentally, such a small group of people are basically sitting here.

Manstein took a deep look at the long table in the forbidden book area.

And the person who can arouse the interest of these great souls is S-class.

What an incredible guy.

Guderian hugged a stack of books and joined Manstein and Schneider in the castle.

This guy had a heroic look on his face.

In order to hang his name behind the truth, even if he risked his life to cooperate with the embryo-killing leader, he, Guderian, admitted it today.

Although Guderian was indeed surprised that Schneider would appear here, he still didn't have Alzheimer's disease. He remembered a few years ago, um, I forgot the specific years. Anyway, it was before Schneider dragged the oxygen trolley. He is also a humble and courteous teacher. His academic level is quite high and he is a respected professor.

Although he has been working hard for the execution department over the years, Schneider's academic level has not fallen behind. After all, the truth lies here. If you want to kill your enemy, you must first understand the other party.

"Speaking of which, do you have Mingfei's latest test data?"

"I'm sorry, the information we have is the same as yours. We only know that this is a spirit spirit outside the periodic table, and it seems to have a therapeutic effect."

"Treatment."

Guderian murmured.

"It is indeed a type that has never appeared before. It is unique and worthy of being Mingfei."

"Instead of lamenting over something as obvious as the S-class, it's better to seize the time and find a practical path for research."

Manstein said.

He glanced at Guderian.

"Come on, my old friend."

The reason why he talked so much to this off-line guy was, on the one hand, because of their years of friendship, and on the other hand, because Guderian did have outstanding talents in the academic field.

From middle school to Harvard, whether it was homework or graduation reports, Manstein copied everything from Guderian.

Although he is now a tenured professor in Kassel, Guderian is still struggling with this title.

"This is a war without smoke."

"Everyone fights on the battlefield provided by S-class, and only the wisest person can win the final crown."

Manstein said suddenly.

"I think I need to remind everyone that the S-class new word spirit has not been named yet."

"Perhaps the truth is too far away for us, but when it comes to naming a new language spirit, hey, who can refuse to write their name into the textbook?"

The three of them looked at each other.

Needless to say, Schneider and Manstein.

Even Guderian's eyes were blazing with the flame of fighting spirit.

Even if they have to compete with the masters, they will not flinch at all.

"Wait, why are your eyes red?"

Manstein noticed something strange about his old friend.

"Oh I just cried."

Guderian said in a tone that was nothing more than that.

"Originally, I planned to cry and go find Ming Fei. Maybe this kid can agree to be my student if he has a soft heart. Even if that doesn't work, he might as well let me study his new spirit for a while."

He sighed.

"It's a pity that the brats from the execution department actually blocked the training ground and said that confidential information is prohibited. That's my former student, actually..."

"You seem to have some issues with my commissioner."

Schneider said.

Guderian seemed to have been struck by the spirit of thunder and lightning.

He raised his head awkwardly and showed a smile that was uglier than crying at the boss of the brats in the execution department.

"No way, Professor!"

"Performing your mission faithfully is an absolute virtue!"

“I am extremely proud of Cassel for producing such outstanding students as your commissioner.”

Manstein couldn't stand it anymore, shook his head, and patted Guderian on the shoulder to prevent his old friend from further embarrassing himself.

"Okay, our executive director is kidding you, right Schneider."

The air became strangely quiet.

Manstein, as expected of Manstein, changed the subject without changing his expression.

"And having said that, put your delusions aside, it's impossible to realize."

"With S-level abilities, not just anyone can become his mentor."

"Let me tell you something that you may not like to hear, Guderian. Even if you become Lu Mingfei's mentor, what can you teach him?"

Manstein twitched his lips.

"Do you have the ability to sleep with your eyes open, which you practiced hard at Harvard?"

"This is it!"

Guderian excitedly grabbed Manstein's shoulders. This sudden scene caught the director of Kassel's Discipline Committee completely off guard. For a moment, his mean face like dead tree bark actually showed a little confusion and innocence.

"I'm still worried about what I can teach Mingfei!"

"With his excellent performance in the Free Day, even if I tie up a hundred of them, they will definitely not be a match for Ming Fei."

"In terms of academics, but to be honest, am I, a loser who is still struggling for the title of tenured professor in Kassel, really qualified to take on S-level education?"

"I'm very scared, really, very scared. With a genius like Mingfei, he will definitely surpass me in less than a month, no, in a week! What should I do then, go back and call him Teacher Lu!" "

"My old friend, you reminded me!"

The excited Guderian grabbed Manstein's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

Manstein cast a helpless look at Schneider.

But Schneider, who was deep in thought, obviously had no time to talk to our ethics director.

As for what Schneider was thinking, he was joking about the performance of Guderian and Manstein. He sincerely doubted the professionalism of his two collaborators.

"I'm sleeping with my eyes open!"

Guderian almost roared in Manstein's ear.

"I can also teach stunts like S-level!"

"He'll definitely be interested!"

"Hahaha I will become an S-class mentor!"

"I will go down in history!"

"I shall……"

The red light flashed suddenly.

A low alarm sounded.

Schneider looked up suddenly.

"Well, I'm in a normal state of mind and there's no need for such a big fight, right?"

Guderian said weakly.

"You should really look at what you looked like just now before you say this."

Manstein adjusted his collar.

The two set their sights on Schneider.

The head of the executive department stood up solemnly.

He clapped his hands vigorously, trying to attract the attention of the audience.

"Masters and seniors, please stop, our system is under attack. For the sake of everyone's life safety, please follow the instructions of the emergency manual and evacuate quickly, evacuate quickly."

He stood for a while.

The restricted book area was as quiet as ever.

The zombie-like scholars were still standing straight next to the desk. No matter how the emergency lights above their heads flashed, no one gave a reaction. Not to mention that they had evacuated or evacuated as Schneider said, not a single person raised their head. No.

Schneider stood quietly.

"I suddenly feel that the head killer is a bit pitiful."

Guderian covered his mouth and whispered to Manstein.

"Should we give him some applause? Otherwise, it would look bad if he was left standing alone."

Schneider turned back silently.

"I heard."

"Sorry, sorry, I really don't feel sorry for you, wuwuwu..."

Manstein covered Guderian's mouth and allowed his old friend to struggle and flutter without moving one hand.

Rather than being killed by the angry executive director, your life would be better to end in my hands. Old friend, this is my last tenderness for you.

"He will really die if we don't let him go."

Schneider shook his head.

"I'm going to see what happened. I hope it's not an awakened dragon attacking Kassel. Let our masters continue their research."

"S-level, hehe, S-level."

Schneider is gone.

Not two minutes after he left, the alarm was lifted.

Schneider lugged his oxygen cart back again.

"what happens?"

Manstein spoke.

"It's a small thing, Norma is cleaning up her own trash."

Schneider said.

"Hurry up. We have wasted another eight minutes. We hope to come up with a rough guess before the official test of the S-class tomorrow morning. Otherwise, we can only watch the masters perform."

The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and each picked up a tome or parchment and started working.

The forbidden book area once again fell into deathly silence.

No one had ever thought that just an ordinary 3E exam would actually explode all the masters hiding in Kassel.

There is no need to go into details about their importance in their respective research fields, but if anyone wants to have a deeper understanding, it can be said that once the list of everyone present is exposed, all the top scholars in the world will have to fly to Cardiff overnight. Serge, as a disciple and grandson.

And their specific weight is worthy of another world war for the superpowers.

It is just such a small group of people, but because of the words of a young man, they stay up all night and burn the midnight oil to fight.

But they are not the only ones who have trouble sleeping tonight.

Night Watch Forum.

This is a communication platform for all teachers and students in Kassel. When Class S announced his arrival by sweeping the entire school on the Freedom Day, the boy's popularity has remained high.

Especially this night, the night after the 3E exam just ended.

The news that the S-class had awakened a mysterious word spirit outside the periodic table swept through everyone's terminals like a nuclear bomb.

Even the executive department, which has no interest in researching this matter, is also paying close attention to it.

Just because the effect of the S-level awakened spirit is: healing.

Anyone, anyone who has been on the battlefield, knows what the word healing means.

What's more, there is a high probability that Yan Ling can achieve first aid effects.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the S-class word spirit is not a funny thing like a band-aid, whether it is to speed up wound healing or something else, it will be no less than a first-class weapon for all hybrids who will step onto the battlefield in the future. Two lives.

Anyone who has played games knows, what is the most popular profession in a team?

warrior? Mage? Or an assassin or a human shield?

No, no no!

It's a pastor!

He's a priest who can restore blood!

But that's just a game. Even if a character dies, it's just a waste of time to go to the cemetery and survive.

There are no resurrection cemeteries or crystals in reality.

When people die, they really die, and the same goes for hybrids. After all, they are not dragons, so they cannot be reborn again and again by cocooning.

It is precisely because of this that the healing spirit awakened by the S-class is even more eye-catching.

Countless people, even the specialists from the Executive Department who have graduated and traveled all over the world to perform tasks, are also paying close attention to S-class news on the forum.

In one post after another, they had a lively discussion about S-level healing spirits.

Will there be any restrictions?

Similar to the Bronze Throne, although it can gain tremendous power, it will put an unimaginable burden on the user's muscles and bones, and may even be life-threatening in the end.

Of course, there may not be one, and it is best not to have one.

Some people have also suggested that S-level speech spirits should use their own life force as fuel to function. Many fantasy works have similar settings. Characters who have mastered the healing ability often need to sacrifice themselves to save others.

But such posts were quickly taken over by angry students. Before the specific results came out, they would never allow anyone to curse S-class and their leader like this.

Yes, in their eyes, such speculation is a curse.

In the words of a student named Chilan.

"He is S-class, how could he die for such a ridiculous reason! Do you want to fight with S-class!"

Of course, there are also people who are intensely discussing the specific effects of S-level speech spirits.

As for treatment, is it group treatment or individual treatment?

To what extent can this be achieved?

What is the scope of treatment? Does it only work on skin and flesh injuries, or can it also work on injuries caused by chemical hormones? Some people even put forward an exaggerated statement, a concept!

“Why not let our imaginations run wild!”

"Everyone, I need to seriously remind you all again that he is S-class!"

"Recall what another S-class can do!"

"Time Zero, our beloved principal, he can do incredible things like playing with time."

"Why can't our dear freshman Lu Mingfei, who is also S-class, not able to do it?"

"Treatment, huh, if it's just physical treatment, even if it's a word spirit that never appears, it's too ordinary for an S-class, isn't it?"

"So, concept."

"My idea is that the treatment of the concept itself, that is to say, has nothing to do with vitality or anything like that. In fact, what I want to say is, partners, let us forget about that ridiculous vitality. Time, let us Focus on time and space, and if you treat it, restore a person to the state before he was injured, aha, isn’t this the most perfect treatment!”

"Don't tell me that it's impossible. Time is a superior thing. It's not being played with in the hands of the principal."

"What happened to our S-class doing something similar?"

"Is it weird?"

"not at all!"

"In fact, I want to say that if it is really a conceptual treatment, a thorough treatment, and the effect of returning the injured person's state to before he was injured, it is really as I imagined."

"I prefer to call this word spirit: refresh."

"Yes, refresh, what a perfect word, it makes people feel like a computer desktop or a file, snap, okay, how do you say the S-class motherland has a word, yes, yes, a new look!"

In a short period of time, this post gained thousands of views.

And it is growing at an even more terrifying rate.

I have to say that although this man's conjecture is outrageous and unreasonable, the future he depicts is really exciting.

If their leader has such a spirit of speech, they must have the courage to charge even when facing the Dragon King.

After all, that is the word spirit that can bring people back as long as you still have breath.

Still thinking about defense and dodge.

As long as you charge forward without hesitation and have an S-class presence, you will have no worries.

Which fighter doesn't dream of fighting alongside teammates like this?

Especially when a post like this quickly made it to the front page of the forum.

"It would be great if Cedric could wait until S level."

The owner of the post recalled his best friend in delicate writing.

He started from their college days, when they took part in physical education classes together, made suggestions for each other's pursuit of girls, were punished for being late, and were also put through thick and thin in war practice classes.

After graduation, the two also joined the executive department together.

They also agreed to be each other's best men at future weddings.

Although neither of them got rid of the fate of being single at that time.

Sadly, Cedric is breaking the promise forever.

He died in a battle with a dangerous hybrid at the age of twenty-four.

"I have read the report of that mission. Cedric was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital where he died."

"The doctor said that if he could have come ten minutes earlier, there might be hope."

"Just ten minutes."

"You know what I'm thinking now? I think, if Cedric can wait until S level, or even, even if they can form a team with a healing word spirit, that guy probably won't die."

"This way I'll have a best man."

After typing such a line, the poster disappeared.

No one responded for a long time.

Until similar sentences started flooding the screen.

,That is.

"It would be great if Annie could wait until S level."

"It would be great if Vincenk could wait until S level."

"It would be great if Leon could wait until S level."

No one is illustrating, and the scroll wheel of the mouse is slid silently, and the neat replies are heart-breaking and breathless.

Until this moment, the freshmen who had just joined Kassel and were still immersed in the excitement of seeing the true face of this world finally experienced it truly.

What does it mean, slaying a dragon?

It is a battlefield that belongs to the truly brave only when you have to risk your life and be prepared to wake up.

A narrow escape from death.