Chapter 424 The Missing S-Class

Angers came to the cemetery carrying a bottle of red wine.

The brisk steps seemed to be coming home.

This is a cemetery named after Kassel. It has a longer history than the Dragon Slaying Campus outside. The furnishings inside are very rough, and the words on the tombstones are not exquisite. After all, these were all created by this man that summer. Done personally.

Angers sat down on a blank tomb. There was no name or date of birth or death on this tomb, because it was the tomb he left for himself.

"Can't believe it, old guys."

"Especially you, Brother Lu."

"Xiao Mingfei is still a descendant of your family. To be honest, if I hadn't made a special trip to look up your Lu family's genealogy, I really couldn't believe that a humble gentleman like Xiang Qian could be like a gangster like Xiao Mingfei. Descendants."

Angers laughed. No one in the world can see this expression on Principal Cassel's face anymore. The few people who can see it have been buried underground.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Cambridge a century ago. He was so young that he still looked immature. Standing in front of him was the big brother-like Cassel, and the always shy smile but unexpectedly very reliable Lu Shanyan. , and others who take great care of themselves.

They are all very good people.

Whether it's from a friend's perspective or a dragon slayer's perspective.

They are all better people than themselves.

Over the past hundred years, Angers thought of it again and again, but no matter how many times he couldn't figure out why it was he who survived in the end.

It's obvious that none of them are more qualified than themselves to have the right to live.

Angers couldn't figure it out.

At the same time, he still had a huge sense of urgency in his heart.

He will think about it.

If the survivors were Cassel or Lu Shanyan, they would definitely do better than themselves.

It is precisely because of this idea that Angers will not allow himself to slack off. He must move forward, move forward, and move forward by any means necessary.

Whenever Angers closed his eyes, the scenes of that sad summer at Cassel Manor would appear one after another.

What the vice-principal said was actually correct. Cut this man's blood vessels and the blood that flows out will burn. They are all the flames of revenge.

Angers came to the cemetery this time mainly to talk to Lu Shanyan. , there is still a hint of suing parents, but the words are not bad words about Xiao Mingfei. In any case, no matter what evaluation system is used, Lu Mingfei is a proud student.

Angers, who lived for 130 years, is almost a living history book. The names of those people who are now shining in history textbooks may have had a drink with him. To Angers, the so-called great people are nothing more than a living history book. It's an old friend.

He has seen too many great people.

Because of this, Ange vaguely saw the same qualities in Lu Mingfei.

This is a person who can risk his life for his ideals.

It also has the power to change this era.

Sometimes Angers is curious and wonders where Lu Mingfei will take the world.

No matter how long it took, he would never forget it. It was an autumn afternoon in the principal's office when he first heard a young man talk about his desire to change the world.

Every teenager should have the dream to change the world.

The only difference is that some people gradually forget it as they grow up.

And some people never forget it from beginning to end, and they don't hesitate to work hard for it.

"Brother Lu, this descendant of yours."

Angers sighed.

"That's not bad."

Norma's avatar appeared in front of her.

This happened quietly.

Ange's original expression of emotion disappeared in an instant.

He scowled.

The time he spent in the cemetery was entirely his own, and Norma would not disturb him unless there was an incident like the invasion of Kassel by pure-blood dragons.

So now this is...

"Mr. Principal."

Norma didn't drag her feet.

"S-class is missing."

S-class missing?

Angers narrowed his eyes.

Great, now there is good news and bad news at the same time.

The good news is that no pureblood dragons have invaded Kassel.

The bad news is that the situation today is much more serious than this.

Information processing center.

When Guderian ran through the door while buttoning his buttons, his sleepy eyes suddenly widened.

The hall of the Information Processing Center was crowded with people, and his old buddy Manstein could only stand in the corner, acting obediently as if they were still attending lectures at Harvard. Look at the guy in the center, the Black King is actually Professor Turing!

Guderian covered his heart forcefully, and then he was sure that he would not die suddenly due to a tachycardia.

"Come here, you're blocking other people's roads, you idiot!"

Manstein pulled him, his voice low.

Guderian hurriedly wanted to respond, but he seemed to suddenly think of something before he spoke. He quickly covered his mouth, his face was bruised from holding it in, and nodded vigorously. This movement really made people doubt that he would blow his head if he used any more force. Just click it and drop it.

"Everyone, everyone!"

A loud voice echoed in the hall.

Everyone glanced at him.

Their faces were solemn and their movements were neat, like soldiers about to embark on the battlefield.

Of course, except for a certain offline professor.

Guderian looked around blankly, and only came to his senses after a friendly elbow from his friend Manstein.

He clutched his ribs and looked at the speaker with a husky-like attitude trying to disguise himself as a hungry wolf.

That's their principal, Angers.

Guderian was startled.

He bets his coveted tenure as a professor that he has never seen such a principal.

He stood there like an unsheathed sword. His sharp aura was hard to ignore, and it stung one's eyes so hard that it only happened to veterans who had survived on the battlefield of life and death. The ferocious aura that appeared on his body was undoubtedly revealed. Only when you see Ange at this moment can you truly believe the rumor. This guy might really be able to kill the Dragon King.

Guderian was so shocked that his mouth gradually opened wide, so big that it could even hold an egg. Manstein tapped his chin, and Guderian made a snap, almost biting his tongue.

He wanted to shout, but under the friendly gaze of his old friend who was about to kill someone, he finally swallowed back the urge to shout with tears.

Guderian once again set his sights on the principal. He was still full of wonder in his heart. It was not that he had never heard of Mr. Principal before and his glorious past as a legendary dragon slayer, but what Angers showed to them was basically a kind educator. Such an image that Guderian gradually forgot that Mr. Principal was still a ruthless man who could rush to the battlefield and fight hand-to-hand with dragons with a folding knife.

After attracting the attention of everyone, Angers looked around and nodded.

"I think everyone knows the situation."

"here."

He pointed downward.

The movements were clean and decisive, and Guderian even shrank his neck subconsciously. He had the illusion that if Mr. Principal was willing, if this finger poked himself, wherever he poked, there would be a hole that was transparent from front to back.

"right here."

Angers said.

"In Kassel." "Our S-class is missing."

Guderian, who was still worried about the blood hole, was stunned for a moment.

What did he hear?

Who is missing?

S level!

Guderian blinked, and then his eyes opened wider and wider.

What did he hear!

Mingfei is missing!

Although the expressions of other professors are not as varied as Guderian's, they are more or less surprised or worried. Now Cassel, the S-class, has a very different meaning. He can not only fight, but also has a different meaning than Cassel. The professor group and the equipment department have maintained a considerable degree of relationship. The disappearance of the S-class is not a trivial matter.

Angers began to assign tasks.

Centered on the Mid-Levels campus where Kassel is located and radiating to surrounding areas, Norma will fully cooperate with this operation, with the research team led by Professor Turing as the central coordinator.

At the same time, the mixed-race students and Commissioner Kassel who were still in school worked in pairs to conduct a dragnet investigation of the surrounding area.

The way the S-class disappeared was very strange. It was like disappearing from the world. He just disappeared on the heavily guarded Kassel campus, where Norma is everywhere. It can even be said that he disappeared directly on the Kassel campus. disappeared under Ma's nose.

Norma lost the image data of the three seconds before and after the S-class disappeared. Angers confirmed this with the highest authority card. There is no trace of human manipulation in Norma's backend, so who could have done it?

But none of that matters.

Green characters cascaded across the screen.

People come and go in the information processing center, everyone is in a hurry, and there seems to be endless things on hand.

Angers looked out the window and fell into thought.

The most important thing is what the S-class thinks.

Is there anyone else involved in Lu Mingfei's disappearance?

this is a problem.

Very serious problem.

If there is someone else in this, who could it be?

Not just anyone can do this to forcefully take away their S-class from Kassel.

After all, this is S-class, it is Lu Mingfei, and with Ange’s understanding of this boy, can anyone really take this person away silently?

So, what if there is no other person involved in this matter?

In other words, Lu Mingfei's disappearance was not abducted, but of his own free will.

It was him who wanted to leave. For example, if something urgent happened suddenly and he was too urgent to leave a word, Lu Mingfei would have to leave.

Among all the speculations, Angers felt that this one was the most likely.

Feedback came back piece by piece.

Centered on the Kassel campus, the radiation range is getting wider and wider, but there is not a single piece of information related to Lu Mingfei.

It's like the S-class has really disappeared from the world.

Professor Turing frowned.

It doesn't make sense.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces.

However, they searched all the way, and there was not even a single sighting record about him, let alone an S-class person.

How to explain this?

Could it be said that the S-class will really disappear out of thin air?

The range lasts so long.

He has never heard of similar speech spirits existing.

"Norma."

Angers said.

"Expand search."

It will continue to expand!

The professors were inclined to conduct a second search, but judging from Ange's intentions, he seemed to have other ideas.

"The range is..."

"worldwide."

At the same time, Angers ordered.

He wants to re-screen all abnormal events before and after the disappearance of the S-class, on a global scale.

Even if they don't understand it, this is an order from the principal, the tyrant from Kassel. In the final analysis, in front of the tyrant, they don't need to understand, they only need to obey and execute.

The information processing center is once again in chaos.

At this time, the Far East was separated by an entire Pacific Ocean.

"Senior! Over here, senior!"

The voice sounded full of vitality, and a girl with a smile like a flower suddenly appeared in front of people's eyes.

Xia Mi jumped to her feet and waved vigorously. This girl was so confident and sunny. She displayed all her youthful vitality unscrupulously, attracting side glances from passers-by without even caring.

The brave boys were eager to give it a try, thinking of going up to her and asking for her contact information. They were still thinking about how to increase their success rate when they heard the girl call out to her senior.

Senior?

All of a sudden, they looked serious and entered a state of war readiness. They wanted to take a closer look at who this creature, which the writing seniors read as a love rival, was.

Then they saw Chu Zihang.

Will...will be killed!

The biological survival instinct made them bow their heads obediently and walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Chu Zihang glanced around without leaving any trace.

Is it an illusion? The dangerous premonition just now was...

"Really, so slow!"

Xia Mi grabbed Chu Zihang's hand, pulled him, leaned back, and stepped back step by step.

Even so, Chu Zihang's footsteps were still steady.

The premonition of danger just now made Chu Zihang very concerned, especially in a place with a lot of people. He felt the need to remind Xia Mi, but looking at the girl's carefree look, he still swallowed the reminder of the upcoming exit. in stomach.

Forget it, I just need to pay more attention.

Chu Zihang thought so.

"Wow, this hairpin looks great."

"This lipstick looks great too."

"Speaking of which, um, what color do aunties usually wear..."

"Sorry, sorry, look what I asked, how could a boy do this kind of thing..."

"Ah, senior, you actually know!"

"As expected of you, senior, you know all this stuff. It's so considerate. Auntie must like you very much!"

Chu Zihang felt that he might have encountered something more difficult to understand than Long Wen and Alchemy.

Who can tell him why girls talk so much when shopping?

And Xia Michia, aren’t you feeling unwell? You also said that you are definitely going to die now, shouting some incomprehensible words. Originally, they were going to the Roof of the World to participate in Master Lu’s World’s No. 1 Martial Arts Conference. , which is good this time, because Xia Mi’s affairs have been delayed.

It is really strange to say that not long ago, he looked half-dead and dying, but now he can be alive and kicking around in the mall, with endless energy all over his body.

But Chu Zihang can be sure that Xia Mi's dying appearance cannot be faked.

"Senior must also care about it."

They are walking on the road.

Even though she had been shopping around for so long, saying that this one looked good and that one was cute, Xia Mi still didn't buy anything for herself. The only packaging bag in her hand was lipstick for Chu Zihang's mother.

"Speaking of which, it was really scary before."

Xia Mi pretended to be frightened.

"A little bit, really, just a little bit!"

She gestured to the nail of her little finger, as if she was using this action to strengthen her tone, so that Chu Zihang must believe in herself, and it was really just a little bit close.

Xia Mi's tone dropped.

"I'm going to die."

she says.