Chapter 325 Mr. McDonald

"Hahaha, it's Fingel."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

After all, they are roommates, so they can make trouble in private, but they must be consistent with the teacher.

This is the basic code for students.

Countless thoughts collided and flashed in my mind.

Lu Mingfei's face straightened and he looked honest and reliable.

"He's on a secret mission."

Repeat with emphasis in tone.

"A very important mission."

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"Ah sneeze!"

The man rubbed his nose.

The paper bag with a big "M" written on it made a squeaking sound as he rubbed it.

"Which chick is thinking about me?"

He muttered, straightened the paper bag covering his head, and picked at his vents.

The man opposite him had his eyes twitching.

Angele VII, the contemporary head of the Angele family, is a man with thick blond hair, slightly curly, draped all the way to his shoulders. His facial contours have the edges and corners of Italian sculptures, and nasolabial folds on his cheeks. Very deeply, it can be seen that this is a high-ranking person who gives orders all year round.

The headquarters of the Supreme Council is in Europe. It is a mixed-race organization composed of many ancient families. If compared with a country, it is probably a confederation rather than a federation. Each family is highly autonomous, and the Supreme Council is the place where they distribute interests and reconcile conflicts.

Throughout the ages, the number of seats in the Supreme Council has increased and decreased, some families have fallen, and some have risen. The ancient organizations in the mixed-race world call the Gattuso family the nouveau riche. Their prosperity has been too short, although now there is a faint trace of the third family. The momentum of a mixed-race family, but in the mixed-race world that values ​​tradition, hundreds of years of family history are simply not enough. Gattuso failed to get the recognition of the Supreme Council, and they rejected Gattuso with a proud attitude. But what does this have to do with it? The strength of an organization is never because of itself, but because of the strong individuals who join it. Gattuso turned to the Camarilla. Today, the Kassel School Board of Directors has a knife dedicated to Gattus. chair.

But in mixed-race societies in the West, the authority of the Supreme Council has always remained. Someone once used the word moon to describe them, which means that no matter what, the Supreme Council is there, hanging in the sky like the moon, and in this mixed-race night, faintly Gazing at the earth.

In the Supreme Council a long time ago, there was also a chair with Angele's name written on it. Unfortunately, the law of history cannot be avoided even by mixed-race families. There are ups and downs, ups and downs, so that a hundred years ago, Angele ran away from Italy. , their eyes swept across the corners of the world, and finally stopped in the deserts of North America. There are high and low founders. Among the three of Solitaire Flying Pigeon and Angele, Angele is undoubtedly the most important one.

Now, a century after running away from Italy, Angele's blood descendants finally met the envoy of the Supreme Council again.

Moreover, the identity of this messenger is extremely unusual. King Angel VII has confirmed that he is really the successor designated by the current Chairman of the Supreme Council. Angele is secretly calculating in his heart, not knowing that this young man with a bright future is in front of him. , which family he is a descendant of, the surnames of ancient mixed-race families flashed through his mind, and disappeared into thin air after hitting the McDonald's paper bag on the messenger's head.

Fortunately, Angele VII has developed a calm and composed character in his position as the head of the family all year round. Otherwise, when he saw the envoy of the Supreme Council and the successor of the contemporary parliament president, he turned out to be such a thing. The world view of Angele VII is probably He will be shaken, remembering his kind grandfather when he was a child, telling him about their family's situation in Italy, the glory and greatness of the Supreme Council, and the dreams buried in the hearts of generations of Angels. He must lead the family back to the Supreme Council and get back the They deserve a seat at the table.

So the goal of their family's struggle is to become such a guy?

Angel VII and the McDonald's paper bag looked at each other. In the two holes dug out on top of the paper bag were the eyes full of wisdom of the envoy of the Supreme Council.

"Angele has received the message from the parliament."

Seventh Generation said in a deep voice.

"So, has the Council decided to unite the Camarilla before the Day of Judgment?"

The McDonald's messenger put his majestic legs on the mahogany table, leaning back, with one hand on his lower abdomen in a relaxed posture, and the other hand gently shook his index finger.

"No no no."

"We do want to unite, but the target is not the secret party."

"oh?"

Angel VII showed that he was willing to listen to the details.

The McDonald's messenger flexed and stretched his legs vigorously, using the two stool legs as fulcrums to swing forward and back.

"The Camarilla is a vortex."

“Too many people’s eyes are on this.”

"Everyone has their own thoughts and different demands."

"I ask you."

He held up a finger.

"Are all dragon slayers killing dragons because they hate the dragon clan?"

It was such a sharp gaze, as if it wanted to cut open his chest and record the rhythm of his heart's contraction and relaxation.

Just the presence of that McDonald's paper bag, no matter how solemn the atmosphere, was destroyed.

Angel VII wanted to think, but McDonald's paper bags pulled him out of his thoughts time and time again. Damn it, the half-breed's sense of smell was so sensitive that he could even smell the smell of frying. This guy ordered a Family Bucket and ate it. It's really clean.

"of course not."

The McDonald's messenger picked up the goblet. In the expensive vessel, the brown liquid swayed slightly, making ripples in circles. Countless fine bubbles rushed to explode. He lifted the McDonald's paper bag and took a sip.

Angel VII resisted the urge to turn his head and not look.

Hell, he was drinking coke from my grandpa’s collection!

“There are also careerists who want to slay the dragon.

McDonald's Messenger said.

"As long as the dragon clan truly disappears, then hybrids will be the only dragons."

He spread his hands.

"Never look at an organization in a personal way. As long as it has more than three members, it will be a collection of contradictions."

Angel VII was slightly surprised, but nodded in sympathy.

I didn't expect that the guy in front of me who looked like the fugitive character in the Mr. Bean movie could say such a thing. It was really surprising.

"So,"

The McDonald's messenger sat up straight.

"What we are uniting with is not the Camarilla, but their S-class."

"S-level?"

Angel VII pondered, and his nasolabial folds became heavier.

"Can you tell me, what kind of person is this S-class?"

"How to describe it?"

McDonald's emissary drawled his voice.

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei's behavior and his experiences in Silent Hill come to mind.

"Good guy."

He gives an evaluation.

"S-class are good people."

Angel VII was shocked in his heart.

Good guy? What kind of evaluation is this?

What do you think this is, a kid playing house? We are mixed races, the real masters of this world. How can there be adults who still distinguish between good and bad? Cold and rational interests are what we pursue. Goodness or evil is something only children care about.

And he actually heard the word "good guy" in the Supreme Council's envoy's evaluation of the Camarilla S-class.

"Okay, just pretend I've never been here, goodbye."

The McDonald's messenger stood up and walked out.

Angel VII looked at his burly back.

"I will meet him in two hours."

"Do you have any advice for me?"

"advice?"

The McDonald's messenger stood still, raised his head slightly, and thought for a while.

"Um."

He said.

"If you want to have a common language with S-class."

common language?

Angel VII came to his senses, concentrated his attention, and listened attentively.

This is a secret about the legendary S-class. Many hybrids can only dream of it. He must keep it in his heart...

Then the McDonald's messenger spoke in a deep voice.

"Let's seize the time and read two Japanese comics."

"By the way, there must be a little loli girl in it."

"For example, Shakugan's Shana is good, very classic. Use this as a breakthrough, I believe you will have a very pleasant and profound memory with S-class."

After speaking, he nodded.

"You don't need to thank me. This is for the sake of the friendship between Angele and the Council. One last thing, I would like to close the distance between you and the S-class while there is still a chance. I will give you a key word."

He said those three words in a deep tone that sounded like a code for the launch of a negative nuclear weapon.

"Children's Palace."

"If you find this place, maybe you can get a ticket to the new era."

The McDonald's messenger is gone.

Although he hit the door frame, this did not affect his majestic figure at all.

"Damn it, I can't see it."

He muttered and dug two more holes, blinked his eyes, and walked away with his head held high.

It wasn't until the footsteps of McDonald's messenger disappeared at the end of the corridor that Angel VII came back from his contemplation.

The first thing he saw when he came back to his senses was his empty cigar box.

Angel VII was stunned for a moment.

when?

As expected of the heir recognized by the Speaker of the Council, he was able to take away all the cigars without anyone noticing. This skill is so impressive that people cannot help but admire him.

It's just...

Angel VII's face was full of words.

The dignified waiter of the Supreme Council could just put a McDonald's paper bag on his head. Modern people can even freely decide their own gender. What's wrong with wearing a paper bag? He can still understand this freedom.

But what to wear on the head can be said to be a personal preference. It's wrong for you to take advantage of others. The Supreme Council is proud of being an ancient mixed-race organization!

Angel VII shook his head and remembered the advice he gave before leaving.

Japanese comics? Loli?

Either this person was joking with him.

Or it's that S-class guy... Hehe, he still has a childish heart.

After careful consideration and referring to Mr. McDonald's behavior, Angel VII always felt that this man's problems were probably bigger than those of the S-class.

So, it's probably a joke.

He thought, shaking his head.

After processing a few documents, making a few phone calls, arranging the venue, and rejecting the security team's plan, the McDonald's envoy was unorganized, but his attitude towards the S-class left a deep impression on Angel VII. There is no doubt that, S-level, this dragon slayer who completely ended the life of the Bronze and Fire Emperor possesses impressive power.

In a mixed race society, whoever has the power owns everything.

Although this meeting was at the venue of Solitaire Flying Pigeon and their Angele, everyone knew very well that the one who really held the initiative was Cassel, who had less than ten people, or in other words, one person. S level.

Last night's battle report appeared on the desks of the three leaders at the same time.

The strength of contemporary Cabal youth is surprising.

The Gattuso boy named Caesar has already shown a dominant level of combat effectiveness.

What about S-class?

This is why Angele VII vetoed the security team.

If S-class has any idea, no matter how much security force they have, it will be just a decoration.

A good person?

He reviewed the conversation between himself and McDonald's.

Although he couldn't believe it, if he could, he still hoped from the bottom of his heart that the "good person" comment was not a joke. If the S-class was a good person, everyone would be relieved.

After all, one lunatic like Angers is enough.

Angele VII walked out from behind the table. He wanted to go to the secret intelligence room and had to get S-level intelligence. He was too passive now. He made up his mind to use the dark sub-system at all costs in order to achieve his goal.

At this time, Mr. McDonald's advice flashed through my mind again.

Japanese comics? Loli?

What kind of children's palace?

Does he really know nothing about the Far East? What kind of place is the Children's Palace? Isn't it just a training class with a nice name? What should I care about...

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

There was a clicking sound.

It was like countless snakes were crawling, their scales rubbing against the wall, making a tooth-piercing sound.

Angel VII slowly raised his head.

"Boom!"

Smoke expands.

An entire wall turned to dust.

From this room, go all the way to the end of the corridor.

The entire wall turned into dust in an instant.

Housekeepers and security guards hurried over.

"My lord! My lord!"

They were so anxious that they didn't want to rush into the smoke.

Fortunately, their head of the family is still standing here fine, with nothing unusual except that he is a little dirty.

However, I don’t know why, but the head of the family keeps looking at a certain point without moving.

They quietly exchanged glances and then confirmed where the head of the family was looking.

Nothing.

Could it be that the master of the family...

They immediately put the bad thoughts out of their minds and started talking about the wall.

Is there a quality problem? Are you kidding me? What kind of quality problem can be so precise that it only damages one wall and yet it is so completely damaged?

So, it can't be wrong.

They get confirmation from each other's words and looks.

The opinions of several people quickly reached unity.

It was definitely Solitaire!

This is their declaration of war against Angele!

Coming to their conclusion, they were quickly filled with outrage.

Just when a few people were about to suggest to the head of the family to refuse peace talks and completely eliminate the cards.

The head of the family spoke first.

Angel VII looked away. There was the door frame that Mr. McDonald had accidentally hit.

Huh, accidentally?

At that time, he might still be dissatisfied with the successor of the Supreme Council.

Looking at it now, it was really rash for me to judge a strong person so arbitrarily.

Angel VII remembered his grandfather's words.

An organization with thousands of years of heritage, you should never doubt their strength.

Re-examining everything that happened tonight, Mr. McDonald, who claimed to be the special envoy of the Supreme Council, came to the door, identified himself, and in the name of the Supreme Council asked Angel to give up the war and instead negotiate peace with the Solitaire Flying Pigeon.

And his subsequent attitude towards the S-class...

No, there was no need for Mr. McDonald to mention the S-class in particular later. When he revealed the Supreme Council’s attitude toward the S-class, it was more like a reminder to me.

Angel VII thought.

Reminds me to pay attention to S-class.

With this in mind, here’s my final piece of advice…

Angel VII spoke to several people in a heavy tone as if he was about to start a war.

Their expressions imply excitement, war! war! Angele is the real master of this city!

"Get me Shakugan Shana."

Angel VII said.

"I want to watch the whole episode."