Chapter 181 The Secrets of the Principal and Vice-Principal

This won't work, and that won't work either. Fingel really doesn't know what to do.

As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero. If it were so easy to make money, he wouldn't owe a huge debt to all members of the Information Department.

But the person at the top is S-level after all, and it seems that he means that if the problem of the Kyushu branch is not solved, there will be no trace of teaching martial arts. In fact, Fengel also thought about taking the path of Chu Zihang and Ling, running away. Mingfei's hometown city also has Kyushu, and it seems like a good choice to become a disciple there.

This information is not difficult to find, after all, Lu Mingfei didn't hide it at all.

It's just that Fingel considered that Lu Mingfei was in Kassel, so what if he ran to Kyushu in the Far East? Moreover, there was another advantage to staying here. He could follow S-class people to establish the Kyushu branch. This was Original stock, if nothing else, Lu Mingfei will probably be more attentive in teaching martial arts in the future.

Fingel was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu, but he quickly dismissed it and concentrated on thinking about making money.

Suddenly, he noticed that the S-class above him seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Then his gloomy expression changed.

S-class put on a confident face.

Any ideas?

Fingel thought.

It seems that the confidence is not low.

What could it be?

To be honest, he is not surprised at all that S-class can make money. After all, he is an S-class. He only makes money, and it only makes 10 million. Even though this number seems huge, it also depends on the context. In what frame of reference, in a mixed-race society, ten million dollars is really nothing.

Just now Fingel also thought of something, which was the word S-level.

Even though Fingel is like this, he can be considered an expert in appreciating art.

Well, it should be said that every mixed race has an innate talent for appreciating art.

It seems a bit subversive. Aren't words like dragon's blood inherently associated with images such as "violence", "crazy war" and "bloodthirsty"? No matter how you look at art appreciation, there is a huge difference. .

In fact, it is not the case. You must know that in legends, the appearance of dragons often means a large amount of gold and silver treasures. There are even rumors that dragons are fond of eating gold. Behind these symbolic stories is the inherent sensitivity of dragons to art. And pursuit, for example, the real identities of some of the largest private collectors in the world today are all mixed-races with high bloodlines.

Precisely for this reason, with Fingel's level of appreciation, it is natural to see that Lu Mingfei's signature has actually reached a level that is enough to hold a personal calligraphy exhibition. If someone is hired to operate it, after a few paintings are auctioned, a thousand Ten thousand dollars is definitely not a problem.

Of course, even an outsider would be able to think of this, and the S-class himself must be even more aware of it. Looking at him like this, he has probably already reacted.

Fingel thought.

Just when he put on a smile and was about to express his heartfelt praise and reverence from the humble serf class to the great S-class's intelligence.

Lu Mingfei asked the three of them with shining eyes.

"Do any of you know how to play games?"

Fingel:…

…………

The clock tower, the dark night watchman's cabin.

"Have something to drink, my old friend."

The vice-principal collapsed on the dirty sofa like mud.

"I don't have black tea or champagne here."

"Ha, how about some Coke, or maybe you'd rather have some glamorous brandy!"

The old cowboy raised his arms like a believer and swayed from side to side like seaweed.

"Oh, the most sincere compliments and coke for our legend!"

Then the muddy man hugged his belly and laughed into a ball.

Angers paid no attention to his old friend's madness.

got used to. , Geniuses always have some quirks, which is normal.

When the vice-principal had laughed enough, Angers handed him a piece of paper.

"Oh, thank you, you are so considerate."

The old cowboy is about to blow his nose.

"That's an S-class club application form. If you blow your nose with it, our S-class will fight you.

"S-level?"

The vice principal seemed stunned for a moment.

He muttered something brokenly and took out another tissue.

Angers raised his eyebrows in the darkness.

In fact, he was ready to get the application back before the vice-principal did something stupid.

With Ange's understanding of his old friend, he wouldn't care about your S-level. Even the Dragon King was not taken seriously by this legendary alchemist.

But now?

The vice-principal's behavior was somewhat unusual.

"What are you giving me the S-class application for?"

yelled the old cowboy.

"You have to come to me for this kind of thing, oh, I know, Ange, your body can't hold on anymore. Are you ready to train the next principal?"

The old cowboy quickly pulled out a piece of paper from the side.

"Haha, when I take over, I will change all the girls' uniforms to Shikushui!"

"It's just art."

"Even for the sake of my dear students."

Angers said.

"I will definitely die behind you."

"asshole!"

The vice-principal gestured fiercely with a stick to stop.

"Can't you fulfill the little wish of a lonely old man?"

"OK OK."

Anger pressed his hands.

"Let's get down to business, old man."

"Business!"

The vice-principal waved the piece of paper with an excited look that was reminiscent of a French military salute.

"Dead bank water! Dead bank water! Dead bank water is the biggest business!"

Angre rubbed his eyebrows.

"Well, maybe I should ask Professor Manstein to talk to you."

The vice principal finally fell silent.

He gave himself a drink of brandy.

"Tell me, my dear Angers, what do you want from your poor vice-principal?"

"Look at that paper."

"oh."

The old cowboy responded.

He squinted at the paper.

"Lu Mingfei, Caesar, Chu Zihang..."

"Aha, are our talented students going to unite to impeach the principal?"

"Well, wait, why are there two Lu Mingfei here?"

"another one."

Angers said.

"As a teacher."

"teacher?"

The vice-principal muttered.

"When did an S-class become a teacher?"

"Night, to be precise, last night."

"I invited S-class to be Kassel's temporary physical education teacher, teaching assistant rank, and the specially developed martial arts elective course has been entered into Kassel's course selection system."

"Assistant teacher?"

The vice principal's tone was strange.

"You invite S-levels to become assistant teachers?"

"What's the problem, my old friend?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Principal, who is wise, mighty and invincible, how can something go wrong?"

The vice principal waved his hands repeatedly.

He hit his head with his fist again.

"What, do you have a headache?"

"Ah, I bet there's something wrong with the wine!"

The vice principal shook his head vigorously.

"Damn it, if I catch someone who mixed the wine with water, let's see how I deal with him!"

The vice-principal cursed bitterly.

"By the way, you said assistant coach."

His tone was a little strange.

"What can S-class teach?"

"If I remember correctly, he is only eighteen years old."

"You should know that age is only a trivial factor when it comes to true genius."

"As for what S-class teaches."

Angers said the word.

"Martial arts."

The vice-chancellor tempered his cynicism.

He shook the bottle and pondered.

"Are you talking about the technology that the S-class demonstrated at Freedom Day?"

"interesting."

"I thought it was impossible for such top-secret technology to be spread outside. You know, the mysterious hidden door in the East has hidden itself for so long, and our dear S-class also comes from the East. It's hard not to have some thoughts. Wonderful association.”

The vice principal frowned.

"I think I must remind you of something, Angers."

At this moment, he finally had the temperament of a legendary Western alchemist master.

"Chu Zihang, that kid from the Lion Heart Society, is the kid who has walked on the same path that you have walked."

"You know the dangers of that forbidden technology."

"This is a path that should be irreversible."

"But now, you know what I found?"

"incredible."

The vice-principal drank another sip of wine for himself.

"His bloodline is becoming more stable day by day."

"This is impossible."

"No one knows what this technology represents better than the two of us. Violence, refining the blood in the hybrid body in an almost brutal way, and advancing it arrogantly towards dragons."

"But the end of the road is not transformation into a dragon, but fall."

"You know, old man, we have not mastered the true path to becoming a god. All mortal beings who touch the supreme authority will bear the most vicious curse."

At this moment, the vice-principal looks like a scumbag.

Suddenly he sneered.

"But now, my God, oh no, my Black King!"

"Chu Zihang, who started a violent bloodshed, is actually stabilizing his bloodline!"

"I thought you were mentally prepared."

Angers said calmly.

"Remember, we talked last time. The ancestors of the Lu family once met a man from the hidden sect who went out to look for materials to refine the elixir."

He asked and answered himself.

"What is immortality?"

"dragon."

"What is the elixir?"

"The medicine that turns people into dragons."

Angers spread his hands.

"You see, in this case, it is not difficult to understand that a child with the same surname Lu has mastered the means of stabilizing his bloodline, is it not?"

The vice-principal held the bottle of wine and pondered.

"What you mean is that the S-level martial arts and the techniques he uses to stabilize the hybrid bloodline all come from the Hidden Sect."

"I didn't say that."

Angers shrugged.

"It's just a possibility."

"But, my old man, there are so many coincidences, aren't there?"

"The Hidden Gate masters a special fighting technique called Wu."

"And S-class has martial arts."

"The Hidden Sect has the elixir of death, and the S-level also has the same means of stabilizing the bloodline."

"You know, I even suspect that Lu Mingfei is the walking figure put on the stage by the Yinmen generation."

"I don't care whether you walk or not!"

The vice-principal waved his hand, his eyes burning.

"If I remember correctly, you just said that S-level classes were about to start, right?"

Ang nodded.

"That is to say,"

"That is to say!"

The vice principal licked his lips excitedly.

"We may be able to get complete bloodline stabilizing technology from him!"

"You son of a bitch, the Black King!"

"Ange! Do you know what this means? Think about it! The technology of stabilizing bloodline plus violent blood! This is a real path to becoming a god! It is much more reliable than that Nibelungen plan!"

Angers smiled faintly.

"Perhaps, S-class has different ideas."

The dancing vice principal suddenly paused.

He calmed down quickly.

"Yes, yes!"

"How can such great technology be handed over so easily!"

"Maybe I should go follow him..."

At this point, the vice-principal suddenly covered his forehead and shook it.

"Damn fake wine!"

he muttered.

Angers watched his every move calmly.

"Do you want to negotiate with S-class in person?"

The vice principal's dog-like wrinkled face trembled.

He shook his head repeatedly.

"Forget it, forget it."

"I am a great master of alchemy, and I try to use a technique in the hands of a child. If word spreads about it, others will think that I am bullying the young."

"I can't pull off this old face."

His cloudy eyes rolled around twice and settled on Angers.

"hey-hey."

"That, or you, our great principal..."

"You may have misunderstood."

Angers said.

"The S-Class has no intention of hiding technology."

The vice principal was overjoyed.

"It's just that what I just said is that maybe S-class doesn't care at all about the path to godhood that we all want to do."

"What's the meaning!"

"that's all."

Angers shrugged.

"He has his own path to follow."

"You mean, martial arts?"

The vice principal murmured in disbelief.

"What you mean is that from an S-level perspective, the future of martial arts is more powerful than transforming into a pure-blooded dragon."

"Who knows?"

Angers' tone was incomprehensible.

"But isn't S Ji himself the best example?"

The vice-principal seemed to remember something, and turned his eyes to stare at Angers.

"Let me guess, you, the butcher who deserves to go to hell, are you excited?"

"Hey, can a 130-year-old antique also practice martial arts?"

"Perhaps I should tell you that S-class has agreed to let me observe."

Angers said.

"I think it's pretty obvious what he meant."

"Anyone can come and learn, it doesn't matter."

"So confident."

The vice principal sighed.

"However, since it's him, it's normal to be confident."

"he?"

"S-level."

The vice-principal glanced at Angers strangely.

"Otherwise, who do you think I'm talking about?"

The old man smiled.

"Who knows?"

The vice principal slumped back into his chair.

He asked lazily while filling himself with wine.

"Speaking of which, you just let him be your assistant coach?"

"Aren't you going to consider what those idiots on the school board think?"

"Ah."

Angers laughed.

"Old man, you call them idiots, why should I consider the ideas of such a group of guys?"

"After all, this school is called Kassel and it doesn't teach Camarilla, what do you think?"

The two old guys looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Angers' meaning is very simple. Although Kassel is the continuation of the Camarilla, it is not the Camarilla after all. There is an essential difference between the two.

The difference lies in the name Kassel.

This was the family name of the original Lionheart Club president at that time.

If you really think about it, after so many years, perhaps the imprint of the Lionheart Society in Kassel is much heavier than that of the Camarilla.

This also means that the principal of Kassel is and can only be Angers.

An old man who has been the principal for more than half a century.

Unless he dies, his authority is unshakable.

So, no matter what the people on the school board do, even if Angers spends a large amount of his budget on flying around the world every year just to attend concerts and sunbathe on the beach, the position of the principal belongs to him. Who can Can't take it away either.

If he just accepts that a teaching assistant will have to go through the procedures of the school board, then Angers will no longer be the legendary dragon slayer.

Even though this old man always looks like a suit and tie, it means he is in a good mood.

Don’t forget, Angers’ blood is full of warlike and bloodthirsty blood.

"So, where is the hidden door?"

said the vice principal.

"Or, to put it another way, what about the forces behind S-Class?"

"It doesn't matter."

Angers replied.

"You may not believe it, but for an S-level person, spreading martial arts is entirely his own will."

"No, I believe it."

The vice principal took a sip of wine.

"It's hard to imagine that anyone could order that young man to do something."

"No one can pervert his will unless he does so willingly."

Angers eyes were a little surprised.

"You value S-class more than I thought."

"No, it's the S-class that has enough strength to be valued by everyone."

"Too."

Ang nodded.

"Then do I want to congratulate you in advance, dear Mr. Principal?"

The old cowboy said in high spirits.

"Congratulations! You are about to gain great power!"

"No, it's still early."

Angers pointed at the application.

"Even if I get a direct offer from an assistant, I don't intend to directly teach martial arts based on the S-level intentions."

"It seems that he wants to establish the Kyushu branch first."

"Kyushu branch?"

"Well, that's what S-class calls the new club he's about to establish."

"interesting."

The vice principal read the signature on the application again.

The old cowboy laughed.

"Didn't anyone tell us that the S-level teacher's signature here must be a tenured professor in Kassel, and he is just a teaching assistant."

"He obtained the authority and conditions from Caesar."

Angers chuckled.

"You also know that Caesar kid doesn't care about this. Whether he is a tenured professor or an ordinary teacher, he can easily get it if he needs it. Perhaps it is for this reason that he did not specify the conditions for S-level."

"but."

His tone paused slightly.

"The S-class filled in their name where the teacher signed it. Don't you think this is interesting in itself?"

"interesting?"

"Um."

Angers asked suddenly.

"Don't you see anything from this signature?"

Hearing this, the vice-principal frowned and stared at the application form for a while.

After a long pause, he let out a haha ​​and said happily.

"The S-class signature is really nice! I have to have it stamped. I'm sure I can sell it for a good price later!"

Angers twitched the corners of his mouth.

Well, this is his old friend, the top master in the Western alchemy world. What can he do?

The old man shook his head and said directly.

"It's control."

"With S's strength and status, as long as he opens his mouth, I believe that no professor in Cassel will refuse to give him his signature, or even, in a sense, be able to sign the application for establishing a new society in S-class. It’s an honor in itself.”

"Look at the names of those five students. Which one is not a true genius of the mixed race?"

"Real genius?"

The vice-principal pointed to Fingel's dog-like words on the application.

"Is this guy the same?"

Ange's expression did not change, and he nodded very naturally.

"certainly."

"Before the Greenland mission, he was better than almost all students, including Chu Zihang and Caesar. Although he still can't compare with our S-class, there may be a hidden door behind the S-level, but he is completely He has reached that level based on his personal talent, and no one can doubt Fingel's ability."

"But I have to doubt his limits."

The vice-principal muttered.

"To be honest, when I see Fingel mixed into the names of children like S-class Chu Zihang, I always feel that this world should be over as soon as possible."

"The person least qualified to say this is you."

"What do you mean you damn butcher!"

Ignoring the vice-chancellor's rant, Angers continued.

"But, you also saw that no one from the S-class was looking for him. Instead, he filled in his name."

"I saw his absolute control."

“Determination to keep everything in hand.”

"cut."

The vice principal pouted.

"It's just a signature. You can see so much. Why does our legendary dragon slayer also have a minor in psychology?"

He flapped the paper.

"Perhaps our S-class is just too lazy to find someone, so hurry up. After all, ten million is not a small amount."

"Of course, maybe it's just like what you said."

Angers agreed casually.

"By the way, could you please sign the application form?"

"I?"

The vice-principal pointed to his nose.

"Um."

"After all, the rules require tenured professors, and the signature of an S-level assistant is not enough."

The vice-principal was about to refuse immediately.

Just kidding, how could he, a master of alchemy, be reduced to playing house games with his students? That would be too much for Han Chen.

But somehow, he hesitated before the words came out, and finally nodded.

"Alright alright."

"I'll sign. It's just a matter of writing my name. I'll just sign."

He muttered and started flipping his quills around the room.

Angers handed him a pen.

"Use mine."

"Oh, thank you, my dear old fellow."

The vice-principal readily signed the application.

It is a font that grows like a flower or a vine.

Latin, a tool for alchemists to get started.

"Aha, it's just art!"

He admired his notes.

Although this person's tone made people angry, it must be said that these words were not exaggerated at all.

The vice principal's notes can really be described as art.

After all, no matter how inconspicuous he is, he is still a true master of alchemy, and his skills will never be forgotten until his death.

"very good."

Angers put away the application with satisfaction and glanced at his old friend.

"Presumably, S-class will definitely not forget your help in the future."

"Tch, who cares."

The vice principal raised his voice exaggeratedly.

Then he lowered his voice and asked.

"Really?"

"I mean, will he really remember?"

"Haha, you are a legend."

Angers slapped the vice-principal vigorously on the shoulder.

"Why do you start caring about a student's opinion?"

"This is nothing like you, my old friend!"

Angre's voice suddenly dropped.

"Yes, this is nothing like you, my old friend."

He stared seriously into the vice principal's eyes.

"You are so strange today, what happened?"

The vice principal did not dodge.

Instead, he glared back fiercely.

"Ask why!"

"Isn't it my turn to ask you this?"

"My dear Ange, you are so strange today!"

The vice-principal opened his arms and made an exaggerated gesture.

"Where is your Dragon King?"

"That one of bronze and fire!"

"Didn't the Bronze City of the Three Gorges just disappear in front of you? How can you still stand here so well and still give me an old man an analysis of S-level desire for control?"

"Damn it, shouldn't you be searching for bronze and fire like crazy all over the world? Slay the dragon! Slay the dragon! Aren't you shouting the battle cry of charge even when you're asleep!"

The two stared at each other.

They all know that they have huge secrets about each other.

Also deeply curious about this.

But, a world where we can be honest with each other simply cannot exist.

The only ones who must figure out each other's secrets are children.

It was obvious that neither of the two people present was a child.

Whether they are dragon slayers or alchemists, Angers and the vice principal are figures who have reached legendary levels in their respective fields.

Guys like this can have all kinds of weird fetishes.

But there is one thing, no matter what, they are insulated from words like innocence.

Angkor nodded and took a step back.

"Thank you for your signature, my old friend."

The vice-principal also relaxed, raised the bottle of wine, and greeted Ange from afar.

"Go ahead, don't send me away."

The dragon slayer smiled lightly.

The moment he turned around.

The old cowboy's lazy voice came from behind.

"S-level?"

"I've been listening to you talk about S-level for a whole day."

"But, Angers."

The vice-principal raised the bottle, squinted his eyes, and looked at Angers through the curved glass, the distorted and even blurry figure.

"Don't you always call that child affectionately, Mingfei?"

The old man turned around, his golden eyes were so sharp.

Angers smiled.

"Because he is no longer a child."

"You know that."

"Respecting a warrior is the greatest respect for yourself."

The vice-principal laughed like a midnight snack.

"Not a child?"

He whispered softly.

"Are they companions or enemies?"

The aged brass lock of the night watchman's cabin clicked shut.

Angers let go of the handle and touched the application form in his pocket.

"Companion?"

The old man lowered his eyes and walked out.

The vice principal's behavior today was so strange.

The wine in his hand was taken from the principal's inventory. How could something that could be collected by Angers be fake?

Since it's not a fake, what's the reason for the headaches?

Even if Angers knew nothing about alchemy, he could still tell that it was most likely related to S-class.

After all, every time that guy had a headache, they happened to be talking about S-class related topics.

From this perspective, review all the performance of the vice principal.

It is not difficult to find such a conclusion.

In other words, he was subconsciously avoiding all topics related to S-class.

Even this reaction was not intentional by the vice-chancellor.

It's completely instinctive behavior.

So, what exactly happened to you?

Angers walked out of the bell tower, looked back, and looked at the window that was covered with black curtains all year round.

He believed that that person must be behind the curtain at this moment, looking at him.

Ah.

My old friend.

PS: I overestimated my state on New Year's Eve. There were many things entangled with me. I will treat it as owing two updates today. I started paying off the debt in February, and now I will treat it as owing thirty updates.