Chapter 172 The Authority of S-Class and the Choice of the Vice Principal

The test was paused, and Lu Mingfei went to eat to replenish his strength. Although the previous project did not exert much exertion on him, it was only three elbows that obviously could not satisfy the S-class appetite. Who can resist the temptation of a big meal?

The masters gathered in a dedicated room to discuss.

They held the experimental data so far, holding their chins and frowning in thought, or sketching on paper.

Suddenly it got dark and someone turned off the light.

"Perhaps we need to take another look at this."

The vice principal said, pressing the remote control.

The rest of the people looked at the only light source, which was the projection screen.

The picture appears.

Focus on a bleeding thigh.

Someone immediately remembered, especially Fingel, that this scene was all too familiar. It happened half an hour ago. The vice-principal used his thigh as a material to let everyone witness the speech spirit of the blood descendant of the Black King for the first time.

Looking at his bloody thighs on the recording, Fingel wrinkled his face and said nothing. But when he touched the card that the vice-principal had stuffed into his pocket not long ago, his aggrieved look disappeared instantly. Empty, he could even describe it as elated at this moment.

He saw that his wound was healing. The camera focused on Fingal's thigh. Every pink bud was clearly visible. The masters were concentrating. No matter how many times they watched this kind of thing that only existed in fantasy works, they could give The shock to people is always unparalleled.

"alright."

The screen paused, the vice-principal took a deep look, and then turned around.

"You discovered it."

Fingel looked around blankly and saw that everyone except himself had thoughtful expressions on their faces, even Guderian.

Oh, he almost forgot. Although his tutor is a bit out of touch, his academic level is really not that good.

"The quality is increasing."

someone said.

"This is it."

The vice principal nodded.

"Although we still don't know the basic principle of how New Word Spirit works."

"But judging from the current performance, since the S-class can heal the wounds caused by the fruit knife within one minute, and even recover as before, we have reason to believe that the rebirth of severed limbs is not impossible for the S-class."

"indeed."

The masters nodded in agreement.

Fingel's eyes widened and he looked around. He waited until you all understood something and then nodded. Could you please come out and explain it to me personally?

Perhaps hearing his thoughts, someone echoed the vice principal.

"Your knife caused the material to lose about 20 grams of mass, including blood and a certain amount of flesh. However, after the S-class used the word spirit, all the lost mass of the material was restored out of thin air in a short period of time. My guess is the vitality. , or some other term, but in short it refers to similar substances. As we all know, of all the hormones or catalysts we have discovered so far, none of them can achieve the effect of an S-level spirit."

"So, it can be hypothesized that there is a mysterious substance, or energy, that we haven't discovered yet."

The man shrugged.

"After all, we still can't determine the existence form of this thing."

"Just call him vitality. In short, when the S-class uses the word spirit, the vitality of the receptors begins to work. They are secreted in large quantities, regenerating the body's tissue and flesh with terrifying efficiency, and they seem to have a certain memory ability."

"Please look at these two pictures."

The projection screen is divided into left and right sides, showing pictures of two chapters' thighs.

Obviously, it's all Fingal's thighs.

There is almost no difference between the two.

"This is pre-injury material."

He waved his laser pointer over the picture on the left.

"This is the material after S-level treatment."

As Fingel listened to the master's introduction of materials one by one, he always felt that something was strange. He even wondered if there was a stamp on his butt that said "Quarantine Passed."

"Did you find it?"

"There's almost no difference."

“Perfect treatment.”

"No."

The man said solemnly.

"Please note that the word almost is not accurate."

"It should be completely and completely."

"Even the hair."

He clicked the laser pointer.

A number pops up on the photos in the two chapters.

Exactly the same numbers.

"Even the hair has been completely restored, every hair is intact."

"So we guess that there is a fixed model for how the vitality takes effect. We can assume that the material state before injury is model A, the injured state is model B, and the S-class Yanling restores model B to model A."

"So, can anyone tell me."

This person frowned, probably not because he was asking a question with a predetermined answer, but because he was really confused.

“Who recorded these models?”

"Is it a receptor? Or is it an S-class that uses the spirit of speech?"

"In other words, the S-class word spirit helps the recipient return to the state the recipient wants to restore."

"It's better to restore it to the desired state of S-class."

"If it's the former, then the S-class word spirit is powerful, but at best it's just an accelerant, or fuel. After all, we don't know yet whether the vitality is generated by the receptor itself or is provided by the S-class."

"These two situations are easy to understand. One is that the S-class activates the vitality of the receptor, causing it to start to heal itself quickly. The other is that the S-class actively provides vitality for its recovery."

After saying this, he smiled.

"Of course, I prefer the conjecture of an accelerant. Rather than completing the transmission of life force through eye contact, it is more realistic to turn on the switch of the receptor's rapid self-healing function."

"Reality?"

Someone laughed.

"You actually demand reality from an S-class word spirit. Are you kidding me?"

The man shrugged.

"Okay, I know, I know, miracles don't make sense, but the conjecture that favors combustion accelerants is also my personal selfishness."

"After all, this means that the state of rapid self-healing exists in everyone's body. We just need to find its switch, and maybe we can do it..."

He pursed his lips.

"Replicate the S-class word spirit."

Everyone was silent.

The idea of ​​re-engraving the spirit sounds like a fantasy, but for mixed-race scholars, there is a precedent.

To take a recent example, consider hypnosis.

It is a word that ordinary people have heard of, and can even be said to be famous, appearing frequently in various literary and artistic works. Even psychiatrists can master certain techniques through study to achieve similar effects.

But unlike what ordinary people imagine, the technology of hypnosis is not a flash of inspiration from some genius, but directly derived from hybrids, or to be more precise, derived from the speech spirits of dragons.

Serial number 14: Hypnosis.

Scholars studied this word spirit, summarized their experience and then promoted it. After a long period of evolution, they now have hypnosis techniques that even ordinary people can use.

There are even rumors that even the discovery and application of electricity are closely related to certain spirits.

There was one person present, Turing. Everyone knew that he kicked off the information age, but there were rumors circulating that Turing was a computer designed based on a spirit called "Sky Eye".

Of course, Professor Turing never responded positively to this news.

Having said that, with all these things going on, it is reasonable for the masters to attach such importance to the New Word Spirit Society awakened by Lu Mingfei.

A brand new Yanling means a brand new research field and countless results waiting for them.

"Word spirits are more mysterious than we think."

The vice principal said leisurely.

"Do you still remember the definition of this thing?"

"By chanting dragon language, you can expand a special domain and give orders to the world within that domain."

The old cowboy was full of fascination.

"Did you hear that? His main point is to give orders."

"This is authority."

"If your conjecture is correct, there is really a switch in the human body that can control rapid self-healing."

“But we can’t use it without authority.”

"You also know, dragon language, just take Xiao Manstein's snake as an example. We all know how to pronounce this word spirit."

As he spoke, the old man cleared his throat and recited a long passage of complex and ancient language.

"This is the dragon text of the Yanling Snake."

He said.

"But, unfortunately, nothing happened."

"Without the corresponding bloodline, or in other words, without the corresponding authority, even if we learn Dragon Language, it is just an additional level of foreign language mastery, which will not be of any help to the use of word spirits."

"Similar to this, such as the emperor."

"It seems like anyone can use this speaking spirit, but is that really the case? Legend has it that once the Black King uses the Emperor, dragons all over the world have to come to see him. As for us, we can only impress the mixed-blood species, and the effect is better than No Hollywood tearjerker is any better."

"Is such an emperor still a real emperor?"

The vice principal spread his hands.

"The answer is obvious, of course not. The real emperor can only be used by the co-master of the dragon clan. It is the supreme authority that belongs to him alone. No other creature can use it except him. This is the power of dragons and our hybrids. Nature."

"authority."

"I have said so much, you should be able to understand. Even if it is confirmed that everyone has the function of rapid self-healing in the body, we are not S-pole, and we have no authority to press the switch."

Everyone looked a little depressed.

Just listen to the vice principal continue.

"but."

Seeing everyone in the room paying attention, the vice principal chuckled.

"But even if we don't have the authority to flip the switch, as long as we prove the existence of the concept of vitality, there are enough treasures inside that we can spend a lifetime exploring."

"S-class is powerful, but after all, there is only one person. Think about it, if we master the secret of vitality, what does that mean?"

"Well, I don't know if any of you here have ever played games."

"For example, in World of Warcraft, there is a prop in it. We call it a blood bottle. Drinking it can restore vitality."

“Perhaps, it’s not certain that we can actually produce such a drug.”

The old cowboy blinked.

The masters lowered their heads in thought, and their cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

Under the auspices of the vice-principal, the latest test plan for S-level spirits was soon released.

There are two main research objectives.

One is to determine the existence of the concept of "vitality" and its specific form of existence.

One is to determine who is the judge of the treatment model, that is, whether the S-level casts the word spirit to restore the recipient to the healthy state that the S-level thinks it is, or the healthy state that the recipient thinks it is.

Regarding the second target, the vice-principal hesitated several times and frowned deeply. Someone keenly noticed his abnormality and immediately asked.

"Do you have anything to add?"

The vice principal's cynicism can be explained by the master's personal character. As long as it does not cause trouble or harm to others, let him do whatever he wants. Everyone present is an expert, and there will be no such thing as the belief that scientists must not only dedicate themselves to scientific progress, but also cannot buy a car. You can't buy a house, and you can't have ridiculous thoughts about your personal life.

Therefore, their respect for the vice-principal is not false, but comes from the heart. After all, the title of the top alchemist in the West in front of them is not just a boast, and no one can question his talent.

"I have an idea about the judge of the model."

After a pause, the vice principal laughed to himself.

"Forget it, it's not necessary. The possibility is too low. Let's leave it like this for now. Call Xiao Mingfei over and let's continue."

When Lu Mingfei returned to the testing room, he was surprised to see the vice principal inside.

The sloppy old cowboy was carrying brandy and pouring it into his mouth. When he saw Lu Mingfei coming, he showed a big smile.

"Would you like a bite?"

He enthusiastically handed the brandy to Lu Mingfei.

The pungent smell of alcohol made the young man frown.

"Forget it, a gentleman doesn't take away what others like, you'd better enjoy it yourself."

He politely pushed the bottle away.

"Young man, young man."

The old cowboy shook his head regretfully and took another sip.

"Where's the test?"

Lu Mingfei asked directly.

"What's next?"

"Continue as before, regenerate the severed limb."

The vice principal burped awkwardly and wiped his saliva.

He chuckled and explained to Lu Mingfei.

"We just tested the effect of your speaking spirit on years of old injuries. Unfortunately, it didn't work, but that doesn't mean you can't regenerate a broken limb."

"What if it's a newly severed limb?"

"Based on your Yan Ling's performance, it stands to reason that as long as it is a new injury, even an injury like a broken limb, it should be able to be treated."

"New injuries?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

"I remember you said that you would not use living people for experiments."

This was what the vice-principal swore not long ago, and it was only with the other party's guarantee that Lu Mingfei cooperated with the test project. After all, once some holes are opened, there will be endless troubles. If they were to test the regeneration of severed limbs, they could cut off the school staff on the spot. arm, then they can also kill people in the name of research in order to test the resurrection of the dead.

This is what Lu Mingfei doesn't want to see.

"Relax, relax."

The old cowboy smiled cheerfully.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?"

"picture."

The vice-principal snorted his drink.

"Xiao Mingfei, do you know what the art of speaking is?"

"So you also admit that your words are not trustworthy?"

"Ahem."

The vice principal looked away guiltily.

If his words were to be believed, little Manstein wouldn't have been struggling until he entered Kassel before he knew he had such a father.

"Okay, hurry up, we're going to start testing."

The vice-principal changed the subject seriously.

"So I said if you..."

The vice principal raised his hand.

"it's me."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

The old cowboy smiled triumphantly and narrowed his eyes.

"The person who cooperates with your testing in this project is me."

"Rebirth of a severed limb?"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei looked the vice principal up and down.

There is no abnormality in the exposed body parts.

No arms or legs missing, no fingers broken.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Lu Mingfei suspiciously followed the old cowboy's fat waist all the way down to his crotch...

"Look there you little brat!"

the vice principal said angrily.

"Um, I didn't know you were..."

"Stop your baseless fantasies, I am a man! Absolutely a man!"

The old cowboy puffed his beard and waved the bottle while staring.

"Didn't you listen to me? It's a new injury! It's a new injury!"

He grabbed the fruit knife, the same one that had stabbed Fingel not long ago.

The vice-principal muttered.

"That bastard Fingel, even though I told him to give me a discount card for the canteen, he refused to come. Why don't I just cut off his finger? I told him that it can be cured by S-level, tsk!"

Lu Mingfei frowned.

He was really surprised now.

"Are you going to...cut yourself?"

"certainly!"

The vice principal said angrily.

"After all, when studying this kind of thing, the data collected personally is the most reliable. What's the point of just reading other people's reports? I haven't personally experienced the spirit of your words. There is always a layer of barrier between them. Hehe, you know what I'm talking about. Bar."

The old cowboy showed a smile that every man knows.

Lu Mingfei didn't smile.

He suddenly felt that although the old man at this moment was still the same slovenly, unkempt, and dishonest person, there was something inexplicably awe-inspiring about him.

The title of the top alchemist master in the West is not inconsistent with him at all.

It's not like Lu Mingfei has never seen that kind of person before.

He talks about righteousness, but when he charges, he hides at the back and calls others to sacrifice.

They may have one reason or another, bright or noble, but look at what they did. They lived to the end, thinking about the overall situation and so on. When it comes to sacrifice or just giving, they put other things aside. People push out.

Lu Mingfei didn't like this kind of person.

Just now, he thought that the vice-principal was like this, ordering others to sacrifice in the name of testing the new spirit.

Even if one's own speech spirit can heal, there is still a certain risk after all.

But I didn't expect that the person the vice-principal chose to sacrifice and take the risk was himself.

…………

"You have a respectable father."

Schneider said.

Manstein did not answer.

He looked deeply at the sloppy old man in the room who was holding a wine bottle.

He chopped off his own limbs to coordinate with the S-class test of his new word spirit.

When everyone fell silent on the selection issue, no one expected that the last person to stand up would be the vice principal.

He said nonchalantly.

"Where can I find such a good thing? I can personally experience the spirit of the Black King's descendant. If you don't want to do it, then I will do it. Hehehehe."

Immediately, Schneider, Manstein, and most of the masters spoke up, trying to replace the vice principal.

Guderian, who was belatedly aware of the situation, also shouted twice.

But, it's no use.

The vice-principal is the one with the highest status among everyone present.

Even if Angers is here, his words may not be as effective as the old cowboy.

Warriors and scholars inherently belong to two different systems.

No matter how famous Angers was as the legendary dragon slayer, for the masters, there was nothing as interesting as the S-level healing word spirit.

There might be something else that can be researched into the treatment, but there's not even a place to start with Time Zero.

So, when the vice-principal with the highest status and the most authority makes a decision, they can only obey it.

What's more, this decision doesn't require them to pay anything. The person who has to bear the risk is the vice principal himself.

"Compared to father."

Manstein said.

"He is also a qualified alchemist master."

…………

"You...what are you doing!"

"A broken limb."

"Those slippers are..."

The vice-principal, who was struggling to pull off his socks, rolled his eyes angrily.

"Where do you think I want to cut off, of course it's the toes. If you fail, I can barely accept it. If I cut off my fingers, how can I dance with the girls!"

"I thought your fingers would be used to complete alchemy experiments and the like..."

"Haha, no matter what nonsense you say, I can draw a matrix for you with my feet for something as simple as alchemy!"

The vice-principal smiled boldly, took the fruit knife and put it on his little toe and made gestures back and forth. He grinned for a while, but he didn't cut it off.

"Need help?"

Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid that if you stab me, your whole leg will be gone!"

The vice-principal muttered, closed his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised the knife and dropped it.

"Oh oh oh!"

The old cowboy hugged his feet and howled.

Lu Mingfei:......

"Well, you cut it off target."

The howling suddenly stopped.

The vice-principal looked down at his unharmed toes.

"No wonder I don't feel any pain."

The room next door, which was originally a bit solemn, suddenly became subtle after the vice-principal started howling.

Schneider thought about what he had just said to Manstein.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

Manstein rolled his eyes.

"I knew it was going to be like this."

…………

"Forget it, leave it to me."

Lu Mingfei took the fruit knife and gave it a clean blow to the vice principal's toes.

Before the old cowboy could cry, he looked the vice principal in the eyes.

"do not die."

The masters stared closely at the wound on the vice-principal's toe.

As expected, a miracle happened.

The same scene as Fingal began to play out.

But it's more exaggerated than that.

Bones, even bones, are growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Even if everyone present was not a mixed-race president, whose dynamic vision was far superior to ordinary people, they might not even be able to see clearly the scene of the vice-principal's flesh and blood growing.

too fast.

The vice principal covered his mouth tightly.

His eyes widened and he explained his wounds motionlessly.

He felt the tingling sensation Fingel was talking about.

Besides that, is there anything else?

Can you feel the vitality, the vitality that promotes wound recovery?

The vice-principal was attentive.

It's a pity that until the last layer of skin was covered, he couldn't grasp anything resembling vitality.

Perhaps it can only be observed through instruments.

he thinks.

"By the way, Xiao Mingfei!"

"How are you feeling? Is it taking a lot of energy?"

"fine."

Lu Mingfei took a moment to sense it.

"It's probably equivalent to the amount of energy I spend running five kilometers."

"Five kilometers, then..."

The vice principal suddenly discovered the point.

"You mean, five kilometers to you!"

"Um."

The masters also reacted.

Everyone knows that the overall physique of mixed-race people is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Not to mention the S-class, the pinnacle of hybrids.

For him, five kilometers may be just the level of a normal person taking a walk.

"good, very good!"

The vice principal clapped his hands.

"Your consumption is much lower than we thought."

"The main reason is that your S-level physique is here. Five kilometers may be a burden to others, but it is not worth mentioning at all to you."

"That being the case, the testing we expect to take a day to complete may be completed by noon today."

After speaking, the vice-principal immediately described his feelings orally, writing down all the itches he had experienced before and the fruitless search for vitality.

He looked pale, especially emphasizing the huge consumption of receptors. He guessed that this might be proof of the existence of vitality.

Then came one test after another.

The candidates were all volunteers, the master's assistants and a few slightly younger professors.

After the first few attempts to sense vitality on their own failed, they quickly used instruments for detection.

But progress toward this research goal remains frustrating.

They have never been able to find concrete proof of what forces promote wound recovery.

In sharp contrast, there is another experimental goal.

Conjectures about model judges.

The progress is quite gratifying, even to an unexpected degree.

“The above are the requirements for this project.”

"Xiao Mingfei, you are still the same as before. The point is Schneider. After Xiao Mingfei uses the spirit of speech, you have to start imagining what you were like a few years ago. It is best to give yourself a strong hint and tell yourself to recover to the time before the serious injury. "

"receive."

Schneider chopped off his pinky finger.

He even smiled at Lu Mingfei.

"Leave it to you, S-class."

"rest assured."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"I will not let the minister go into battle with his fingers cut off."

He looked Schneider directly in the eyes while saying don't die.

Immediately, when Schneider heard the obscure dragon words spoken by the S-class, he used hypnosis to give himself a strong hint, suggesting that he could completely recover with the help of the S-class spirit.

Unfortunately, it failed.

Schneider moved his newly grown fingers, and indeed, they were exactly the same as before.

But apart from that, injuries to other parts of the body still exist.

So S-class treatment has nothing to do with the recipient's personal wishes?

the masters thought.

Isolated examples were not convincing, so they hired several commissioners from the execution department. It was easy to select a few injured people among these young people who were charging at the front line of dragon slaying day and night.

At the same time, in order to enhance the effect of suggestion, they specially invited Professor Masashi Toyama, who is a hypnotist. With his help, the effect of the experiment was even more significant.

But unfortunately, the result remains the same.

"It can be confirmed for the time being that the effect of S-class speech spirit has nothing to do with the recipient's wishes."

"So the treatment was completed based on S-level judgment?"

"In this case, I have an idea. Do you think S-level can control the degree of his healing? Is it true that as long as he is willing, a person can heal himself infinitely until he exhausts his own energy and dies."

"What you said reminds me of cancer cells. It's very interesting. Perhaps this therapeutic spirit can be developed to be a powerful single-body killer."

Scholars discussed in twos and threes.

"before this."

said the vice principal.

"We're not sure yet, testing continues."

Scholars are not surprised. Research is such a process. It does not mean that if A is wrong, B must be right. At least it requires experiments to make a judgment. Maybe A and B are both wrong, but no one has thought of the correct answer. C.

Just like the debate about the nature of light in physics, one group of people thinks that light is a wave, and another group of people think that light is a particle. They have been arguing for a century, but the most common understanding now is, Light is both a wave and a particle, that is, the wave-particle duality of light.

It’s no wonder that some people speculate that the real world is the Matrix, or just a story in a book. The seemingly stable daily world, when enlarged to the micro level, shows an inexplicable disorder, like garbled code.

At this moment, the S-class word spirit also showed a maddening wave-particle duality.

But it is different from light.

Light is both A and B.

Lu Mingfei is different.

He is neither A nor B.

The masters were surprised to find that even if Lu Mingfei stared at Schneider's young photo for ten minutes, it was completely imprinted in his mind, and then used the word spirit on Schneider, the head of the executive department would only recover from the newly caused wound, and other parts of the body would indeed appear. There was numbness and itching, but no change.

This tingling sensation also appeared in the last test.

Subsequent experiments also had the same results.

The masters are going crazy.

It's neither S-class nor receptor, so who made the judgment?

Could it be that the wound still has a brain that can judge on its own how far it should recover?

What a joke!

Compared to this, the masters are more willing to believe in another possibility.

That is, there is a third party.

The third party in the dark. When the S-class uses the word spirit, the receptors begin to secrete a large amount of vitality, and the third party in the dark appears.

He is as elusive as a ghost and as aloof as a god. He determines how far the wound should be restored.

Of course, many more theories have been proposed.

The masters debated.

And Lu Mingfei's work has come to an end.

Research is a long-term work, just as Rome cannot be built in one day. Kassel's institutions such as the Professorial Corps Executive Department and Equipment Department have signed long-term contracts with Lu Mingfei. Under the premise of S and personal wishes, He was asked to cooperate with the research and was given a considerable reward.

Of course, the mere reward is nothing compared to the friendship gained from these institutions.

Needless to say about the equipment department, Minister Mohammed patted his fish tank and assured Lu Mingfei that from now on they would blow up whoever the S-class wanted to blow up. Even if Lu Mingfei was interested in Angers' old and immortal principalship, they could still plan it. A seamless explosion sent that old guy's soul to the west!

It was true that Lu Mingfei felt the enthusiasm of the equipment department, but he always felt that their enthusiasm would be very troublesome.

Of course, the most important thing is the professors in Kassel.

It can be said that if Lu Mingfei and Ange were put together in front of the professors, the former's words would be more effective than the principal.

Lu Mingfei could not cooperate with their research. Angers was nothing more than a rude butcher.

Lu Mingfei, who had been severely punished in front of the professors, could basically walk sideways in Kassel without any problem.

Even if the school board of directors wants to hold a hearing, Lu Mingfei can completely influence the judgment of the professors as long as he is not willing.

This is equivalent to indirectly influencing the outcome of the hearing.

Finally, there is the issue of naming New Word Spirit.

This is no small matter. The naming of a new spirit represents the honor that is enough to leave its own mark on the history of mixed races. There are still quite a few masters who value this. After all, who doesn't love honor?

They came up with a lot of options.

Some people considered Lu Mingfei's hometown and gave "Huichun", "Xuanhu", "Shennong" and so on.

Some people are simple and clear, and suggest that it be called "eternal life".

Others named them after myths from other systems.

Until Lu Mingfei said something.

"do not die."

Not using the spirit of speech.

He just said calmly.

"This Yanling, just say don't die."

Someone tried to say something, but when he met Lu Mingfei's eyes, he stopped talking.

S level.

When an S-class makes a decision, who can make him change his will?

Perhaps such a person does not exist at all.

He said that his spirit of speech told him not to die.

Then this saying spirit just doesn’t want to die.

What is his alone, do not die.

Yan Ling's name was finally decided.

People are more impressed by the S-class’s last look than the name that they don’t want to die.

"What a great look."

Schneider sighed.

"Why, did you see your own shadow?"

Manstein asked.

"No, it's not."

Schneider recalled the boy's back before leaving.

Decisive, firm, without hesitation, move forward indomitably.

"I could tell there was something he had to do."

"But not revenge."

Schneider paused.

"Compared with S-class beliefs, revenge is too small. What he wants to accomplish is much greater than mere revenge."

"great?"

Manstein gave him a strange look.

"Yes, great."

Schneider repeated.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Manstein opened the door and entered the empty room.

Here, the vice-principal was drinking wine alone and looking at the wall in trance for a long time.

"Hey, you're here."

said the vice principal.

"Little Manstein."

"I'm a bald, middle-aged man."

"What does that matter?"

The vice principal smiled.

"In dad's eyes, you will always be the little kid you were back then."

"I'm sorry, you probably haven't seen me when I was a child."

Manstein didn't want to continue the boring conversation between father and son.

He said.

"Just let him go?"

"We still have a lot of research to do."

"What's the limit of not dying?"

“How serious of an injury does it take to start being ineffective?”

"Even if there is only one head left, can it be saved?"

"OK OK."

The vice-chancellor interrupted Manstein.

"I know, little Manstein, you always want to prove yourself."

"You want to achieve more than I can."

"But don't rush, take your time."

"And, little Manstein, you have to remember."

The old cowboy's voice dropped.

He shook the brandy and looked far away.

"We are researchers."

"And they are warriors."

"He is an S-class warrior."

"Coincidentally, Dad has known such an S-class for decades."

"I know exactly what kind of guys they are."

the man said.

"madman."

"A lunatic who is desperate for what he believes in."

"You can laugh with him, joke with him, and drink with him."

"But never, never try to touch their reverse scales."

"He's going to die."

The vice principal smiled.

"It can be regarded as a little bit of experience as an incompetent father."

"Will he die?"

Manstein muttered.

"We know too little about the S-Class."

The vice principal sighed.

"The bad boy in the file and our current S-class are two different people."

"Obviously, we cannot treat S-class with the same attitude as we treat weak children."

"The plan is completely messed up. Everything has to be restarted. We need to start from scratch bit by bit and approach this S-class carefully."

"Remember, be careful."

The vice principal sighed quietly.

"One thing I think a lot of people noticed, but didn't take to heart."

"That's because their understanding of alchemy is too shallow."

"Oh, what a master, in my opinion they are just a bunch of elementary school students."

The old man sneered.

Manstein said sarcastically as his expression changed wildly.

"I didn't even realize that the S-class didn't expand its territory from the beginning to the end."

"Lead...the territory!"

"Well, my little Manstein."

The vice principal seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"You said, how can a mixed race use the spirit of speech without a domain?"

"how can that be possible?"

There was a long silence.

It was so long that people thought there was only the silence of the dead.

"Could it be that the S-class has just awakened its word spirit and hasn't fully mastered it yet?"

"Ah."

"You know, little Manstein, I remember saying before that you are not suitable for this research path."

"In comparison, your friend's name is Guderian, which may be more appropriate."

"If he were here, he wouldn't ask this question."

"The essence of the speaking spirit is that hybrids give orders to the space within their own domain by chanting dragon texts."

The vice principal paused.

"Either, if you don't want to die, it's not Yan Ling at all."

"It's not Yanling!"

Manstein exclaimed.

It is unimaginable that the director of Kassel's disciplinary committee would have such a moment of lapse.

But the impact this incident had on him was too great.

A small group of the smartest people in the teaching corps, equipment department and execution department in Kassel studied it all day and night. Finally, you told me that this thing is not a word spirit!

"impossible!"

Manstein retorted subconsciously.

The vice principal smiled generously.

"Is it difficult to understand?"

"But I prefer to believe that this is not Yanling."

"Compared to the other possibility, the fact that S-class can heal is not the effect of the spirit, but it makes me relieved."

Manstein licked his dry lips.

"Other...possible?"

"yes."

The vice principal sighed.

He raised his head and drank half a bottle of wine for himself.

He let out a heavy breath.

His eyes were open and he was talking incoherently.

But Manstein heard it anyway.

His master alchemist father was saying.

"I can't feel the realm, haha, who said this means there is no realm!"

"Mixed-breeds have to expand their domain to use the word spirit. That's because we are only half-breeds!"

"We can only give orders to a small area of ​​time and space!"

"But he's different."

The vice principal suddenly sighed.

"If I could just give orders to the world."

"What else do I want?"

"Ha ha."

"The whole world must listen to what I say!"

"Field, oh, realm!"

"This whole world is his domain."

Manstein froze.

He felt like a rock on the seashore.

I couldn't move or think.

Just standing there in a daze.

The more you understand alchemy, the more you understand dragons.

After hearing what the vice-principal just said, he became more shocked and horrified.

Give orders directly to...the world.

Not long ago, the vice-chancellor said that the spirit of speech is authority.

What kind of terrifying power does an S-class person who can directly give orders to the world have?

"alright."

The vice-principal poured the rest of the wine onto the floor.

The star-like alchemical matrix lights up one after another.

"Some information is wrong if you remember it."

"It is a sin to remember."

Manstein looked around blankly at the stars of the alchemical matrix.

He heard his father speaking to him in an inexplicable tone in the light of the stars.

"forget it."

"Together we will forget."

"Forget all those damn realms and worlds!"

"But, father!"

Manstein said hurriedly.

"He is a huge danger!"

"We must report to the principal!"

"No one knows what S-class is!"

"Too dangerous!"

"Hahaha."

The vice-principal laughed exaggeratedly, leaning forward and back, and tears came out.

"S level?"

"S-level!"

"My naive little Manstein, do you still think he is just an S-class?"

"No, maybe we should respectfully call him, Him."

"Who knows?"

The vice principal smiled mockingly.

"And don't forget, who sent this being the admission invitation."

"It's the principal you have been thinking about so much."

The light of the alchemical matrix gradually dimmed.

The work of cleaning up the memory has come to an end.

"As a father, let me give you another life lesson."

"My sweet little Manstein."

The vice principal said solemnly.

"A wise man is good at forgetting."

he said softly.

"Just take a nap, take a nap, everything will be the same as before, nothing will happen."

"Good night."

"My innocent and cute little Manstein."