Chapter 356 The End

Frost secretly clenched his fists.

Sure enough, the bad premonition came true.

He knew very well what Andrew's information represented. It was not just a few photos and transcripts, but behind it was the analysis report of an entire team of mixed-race scholars. Although the academic level was not as good as that of the professors, these people were also the most cutting-edge group in the mixed-race academic community. One of the people, many of the scholars inside are even the disciples and disciples of the professor corps.

To be sure, Frost also asked scholars to give a prediction report on the outcome of the arbitration of the professor group. Based on their understanding of their teachers, the accuracy of this report should be extremely high. Frost still clearly remembers At the end of the report, they swore that the probability of Professor Lu Mingfei's normal awakening was extremely low, infinitely close to 0.0001%.

And now, when 0.0001% comes true, it's 100%.

Frost quickly realized the significance of this matter. There must be something wrong with the teaching corps. Thinking of Angers' victory from beginning to end, could it be that the tyrant had bribed the masters of the teaching corps?

But how is this possible!

Everyone knows what kind of lunatics pure researchers are. Thousands of years ago, Archimedes faced the soldiers who were about to take his life. His last words in his life were, "Don't touch me." "Circle", you see, for this mathematician, life is far less than his research topic.

And the professors in Cassel, the most precious brains of the Camarilla, are all Archimedes-type figures.

What could Angers, the tyrant, do to impress these Archimedes?

wealth? status? Fame? woman?

There may indeed be many people in the researcher community who are interested in these temptations, but they definitely do not include the professors in Kassel. They drag their life-support facilities with them and live in a desperate state. Their fundamental motivation is not the fear of death, but the fear of death. It is the pursuit of truth and the unknown.

In fact, if they can, professors are happy to exchange their lives for tickets to the truth. Even if they can only take a cursory glance after opening the door and die in a second, the professors will definitely bring them with them. Leaving the world with a satisfied smile, just like what Liu wrote in his science fiction novel The Altar of Truth, scientists are a group of selfish people. Their simple life is not due to lack of material, but because of the need and spiritual satisfaction. Pleasure transcends all.

Of course, there are only a minority of researchers who can achieve this level of research.

And it just so happens that the professors are all like this.

It is precisely because he understands the professors and their pursuits that Frost can be sure of his plan. His plan is to use Lu Mingfei as a breakthrough. Once he is confirmed as a dangerous hybrid, he will work hard to facilitate the breakthrough. Angers, who knew the non-bloodline rating and stubbornly brought it to Kassel, had an unshirkable responsibility.

The school board then had reason to convene a voting process for the position of principal of Angers.

And Frost is quite confident that he will win with a majority of votes in the end.

This is the purpose of his trip to convene the school board meeting.

However, the plan went wrong at the first step.

Frost didn't know what Angers used to impress the professors, but the current situation is that the professors have already sided with Angers. Their tendency is very obvious, so this journey...

His eyes paused for a moment at the corners of Ange's raised mouth, and then he closed his mouth. Whether he would win or lose would be decided later.

The vice-principal was extremely proud. He was like a victorious attack, flapping his wings, rolling his round black eyes, and looking down at the surrounding hybrids.

Andrew reacted quickly after a brief daze.

To be honest, I don't blame him for being stunned. The more fully prepared you are, the more thoughtful you are, and the more confident you are in your actions, the greater the psychological gap will be when the unexpected comes.

His elite demeanor disappeared. Andrew protested to King Solomon, waving his arms excitedly to strengthen his tone. His face turned red with anger. King Solomon, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, just looked at him quietly. After a long time, Andrew waved His arms gradually stabilized, his expression changed from loneliness to anger, and King Solomon struck the hammer.

"First warning, Andrew Gattuso, please respect the authority of this court."

Andrew opened his mouth and looked at the group of professors. The mummies were silent as if they were dead. What was there were just wax figures, and the wax figures had their eyes open and said nothing, as if the vote not long ago was just an illusory dream.

He expressed doubts about the arbitration of the professors, but was found in contempt of court by King Solomon. Andrew knew exactly what this meant. When the referee came off the field and charged with the ball, the game lost its meaning.

Sure enough, everything was as he expected.

Andrew's last problem was Lu Mingfei's bloodline. They couldn't get S-class blood and hair, so they could only start with S-class parents and make a fuss about the fact that they were both S-class.

This is the information that Andrew obtained through the channels of the Gattuso family.

It is a known fact that the offspring born from the union of two S-class hybrids has a high probability of turning into a monster.

But there is a high probability that when it comes to you, it is just a probability. In fact, this issue has a fatal flaw, and that is Lu Mingfei’s bloodline report. If there is a bloodline report of Lu Mingfei, then all the swords that are slashing at him will All will come to nothing.

And this, the vice-principal really has.

The big screen began to play a new file. Pages of information, alchemical symbols, genetic spirals, dense data that would make a layman dizzy at a glance, brushed across the screen like running water.

Until the picture freezes, that is the last picture. Even people with no knowledge of alchemy can understand it. This is proof of Lu Mingfei’s bloodline. It can be stated straightforwardly that S-level dragon blood is stable and reliable. If It's just that, it's possible for anyone to forge it, but the lines of Latin signatures and ancient ornate coats of arms below cannot be deceived. Each of their owners can make the scientific world tremble, just send a message. There will be scholars from all over the world who put aside their current projects and fly in. At this moment, the owners of these names are sitting here, like mummies or lichs, that is, Kassel's professors.

Lu Mingfei controlled his facial expression. In fact, he was shocked in his heart, but even a fool knew that now was not the time to be shocked. Was he going to tell everyone that this was the first time he knew that he had made a pedigree report? This is too stupid.

So Lu Mingfei pretended to be nonchalant, and at the same time, in order to strengthen his persuasion, he kept thinking about Chu Zihang, trying to replicate the senior's paralyzed face one to one.

Although he has never practiced, he is S-level and a martial arts practitioner. He has perfect control over his body. Andrew, who immediately set his sights on Lu Mingfei, saw only a confident face, like this What pedigree reports are really like that.

In fact, this report is indeed true, at least as long as no professor stands up to express objections to the final signature.

After all, the professoriate is the authoritative certification of mixed blood.

Frost was not surprised by this scene.

Although there was a little regret in his heart, this useless emotion was quickly forgotten by Mr. Dai Patriarch. Just as he thought, Angers did not know what means he used to obtain the support of the professors. It is no wonder that this tyrant never From beginning to end, he looked confident.

But, Angers, it's not time to pop the champagne and celebrate your victory yet.

Frost and the old monk looked at each other and nodded secretly. He made a gesture, and Patsy stepped forward. They whispered a few words, and Patsy retreated and walked around behind King Solomon.

Andrew was still roaring. He held the railing tightly and roared with a red neck. He was facing the professors, the vice-principal, and even the mixed-races who were watching. You couldn't find any trace of the initial entry in this man. He was calm and calm at the time, as if he had completely changed his person. Nothing of the elite temperament he had received from the good education was left. Andrew, who bears the name of Gattuso, is no better than Yakuza on the streets of Japan at this moment. .

He used fierce language to express his dissatisfaction with the professors, his doubts about the pedigree report, and his disappointment with the hearing. Andrew pointed at the Abrahamic pedigree and was filled with indignation. He angrily accused this sinful and inferior performance, almost with a trembling voice. The truth that shouts that the half-breeds sleep today in the cemetery.

The mixed-race people didn't care, and the atmosphere was very relaxed. They had smiles on their faces and whispered to each other. The girl squinted her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands. At this point, everyone could see the final result of the hearing. The distance was over. All that's left is a hammer blow to pronounce sentence.

Lu Mingfei was a little bored. He blew his bangs and crossed his arms across his chest, thinking about why it wasn't over yet. By the way, he should go back and sort out the experiences of the two days of retreat. It seemed like he didn't need to type them out, so that was fine. trouble.

I just thought that the protagonist of this hearing was myself, but now it seems that it is actually the vice principal, right? Lu Mingfei stood for a long time like a mascot, only watching the show and mood swings, without saying anything. Two sentences.

Thinking about it this way, it was quite boring. He even complained a little bit about Andrew on the opposite side not living up to expectations. After all, we are just a couch potato. We can't even beat the vice principal. How can we be elites? Let's go home and plant sweet potatoes as soon as possible!

The vice-principal was extremely happy. He waved frequently to the female students in Kassel, blew a kiss from time to time, and occasionally twerked to Andrew opposite him. If his physical condition hadn't prevented him, he would have danced the samba long ago. dance.

Andrew became even more excited. He pulled off his tie and waved his fist.

Caesar in the audience shook his head slightly.

"It's so ugly."

He said calmly.

"Gattuso can fail, but he cannot be defeated. You are too weak."

After whispering to King Solomon, Patsy retreated behind Frost, the wooden hammer fell, and King Solomon's majestic voice sounded.

"Everyone was silent."

The mixed breeds looked over quietly.

Surprisingly, King Solomon’s verdict was not the final one.

Instead, the court adjourned.

"The school board requests that this hearing be suspended and resumed in three days."

"stand up."

There was a uniform movement of chairs.

The half-breeds all stood up.

King Solomon put his hand on the Abraham blood contract, and he activated the alchemy matrix again. The familiar feeling once again enveloped the auditorium. The mixed-race people lowered their heads slightly, but a strange atmosphere spread. Many mixed-race people had something to say in their hearts. There is an unexplainable feeling of weirdness. The original solemn contract always feels a bit hard to explain at this moment.

King Solomon raised his hand and announced the dismissal.

There were still many mixed breeds who stood still for a long time.

Lu Mingfei is also one of them.

He frowned slightly, thinking about his previous hearing experience.

"What is eternal?"

Angers asked in a low voice beside him.

"Mingfei."

The hybrids were leaving. When they saw the S-class talking to the principal, no one came to disturb them. They just nodded to the S-class from a distance and walked out in twos and threes.

Caesar ignored Patsy and talked to Chu Zihang.

"Going to the martial arts arena?"

"Walk."

Frost nodded.

"That's right, Caesar."

"Should we..."

Frost waved his hand.

"It's normal for children to have a temper."

"Give him a little more time, I believe Caesar will understand one day."

As he spoke, he looked at the big screen, which showed the S-class pedigree report. Frost's eyes were as deep as a bottomless well.

He suddenly thought, who was the person who impressed the professors?

Does it have to be Angers?

Is it possible that it's someone else?

For example...

"Patsy, I want to read the S-class information again."

Frost said.

"All information."

At the same time, the noblewoman and her steward walked out of the auditorium.

"Gattuso's plan failed."

"Miss, it's too early to draw conclusions at this time. Let's wait until the court resumes in three days."

"Three days later..."

The woman murmured.

She recalled the two attacks made by the professors during this hearing.

The corners of the woman's lips under the veil were slightly raised, looking interested.

"I'm curious, since when did the professors in Cassel obey the orders of a student?"

When they arrived at the door, the husky and the girl school director, who were still wearing helmets, gathered around the motorcycle and looked at it non-stop. The girl looked eager to try. The husky introduced her eloquently, and the third person here was standing at the girls' school. The housekeeper behind Dong had a dark face and was obviously very angry.

The female noble stopped and watched for a while. The housekeeper over there noticed her and bowed slightly, and the woman lifted her skirt.

"After the court resumes, it's time for Gattuso to really take action."

"I don't know how many of the seven chairs on the school board he got."

"No, ma'am, six."

The noblewoman glanced at him.

"You are so arrogant, you can't miss one of the seven chairs."

The auditorium gradually became empty.

The clerk organized the manuscript, nodded to Lu Mingfei and Ange respectively, and left in a hurry.

Finally, only the two of them were left here.

The auditorium that was crowded a few minutes ago was now the only one left with Angers and Lu Mingfei.

Angers stepped up to the high platform step by step. He sat upright in the position that originally belonged to King Solomon, with his hands on his knees and his well-developed muscles holding up his uniform. No one would believe that this thug in a suit was actually a hundred and thirty years old. Advanced age.

Angre looked around politely, and finally his eyes fell on Lu Mingfei.

"Actually, I'm curious."

He arrogantly put his legs on the high platform.

There was originally a blood deed of Abraham of mixed race.

Now it's Angers' boots.

"Why did you, Mingfei, come to participate in this boring farce?"