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Although the Philosopher's Stone is very valuable, there are many of them treasured by mixed-race societies all over the world.
Even if it is a weak third generation species, there is a certain chance that the corpse can be used to refine the Philosopher's Stone.
That is a pure spiritual element that can ignore the obstruction of the power of words. If it directly hits the heart of a dragon, the poison of the spiritual element can spread to the dragon's entire body in an instant.
This is one of the things in human history that has been proven to be able to kill the Dragon King.
Yuan Zhisheng was very self-aware that the Japanese branch was a group excluded from the mainstream society of mixed-bloods. It was difficult for them to obtain the truly valuable parts of the second-generation corpses, so they made a small request and took the initiative to try to contact S-level Lu Mingfei.
Principal Ange readily agreed, "If it's just a small part, an old guy like me should still have the right to dispose of it at will." Ange chuckled.
It seems that before Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo arrived, he had already reached some kind of deal with Yuan Zhisheng.
The world of mixed-races is actually a world of interests, and the only thing that can be exchanged for an interest is another kind of interest.
"In that case, I won't bother you any more." Yuan Zhisheng drank the lemon tea in front of him, then stood up and bowed. Principal Angers also stood up and held Yuan Zhisheng up with both hands. "You are my student, and Kassel College is your second home. How can going home be considered a bother?"
"I will always remember the principal's teachings and noble principles in my heart," Yuan Zhisheng said loudly.
He then stood up straight, and surprisingly he was not the short stature of the Japanese with short arms, legs and body. On the contrary, he was very tall, with a fierce aura and cold eyes. Standing there he looked like a peerless sword that had been unsheathed and was about to see blood.
Afterwards, Yuan Zhisheng came to Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo. He stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes. No emotion could be seen in his pupils, which were just as deep as a deep pool. "Lu Mingfei, Chen Motong, the Japanese branch welcomes you both."
Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo also stood up. "Japan, I have been longing to come for a long time. I will definitely come." Lu Mingfei said softly.
He had long since suppressed his aura, his hair covered his eyes, his eyebrows drooped, and he seemed to have lost interest in everything.
"If there is a chance, I will go too." Nuonuo said. She did not extend her hand, so Yuan Zhisheng could only shake hands with Lu Mingfei alone.
He turned and left, his windbreaker spread out behind him like a Shura spreading his wings.
Yuan Zhisheng walked quickly to the door of the principal's office, but Lu Mingfei suddenly called him.
"Yuan Jun," Lu Mingfei said softly. His aura changed at this moment, becoming sharp and unparalleled, as if there was a dragon or something like a god hidden in his body. He forced a smile at the corners of his lips, and his voice trembled slightly. This tremor was not easy to detect, and only Nuo Nuo seemed to feel it.
Yuan Zhisheng's hand had already reached out and touched the door handle, but he stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Lu Mingfei out of the corner of his eye.
Lu Mingfei said, "Please say hello to Eri for me."
For a moment, Nuonuo only felt that there seemed to be a biting cold wind whistling back and forth in the small office, and in the cold wind there was a knife-sharp rainstorm.
On the backs of Gen Chisei's hands and wrists, veins bulged like angry dragons. At this moment, he looked like a real demon slayer living in mythology before the Edo period, majestic and murderous. His left hand still held the door handle, but his right hand slowly reached towards his waist.
That is the classic Iai opening move!
Gennochi obtained the first "Menkyo Kaiden" in the Kagami Shinmei-ryu. When the sword was swung, it was like dancing, and when the man stood, he was in all four directions and eight phases. It was the ultimate aesthetics integrated with absolute violence.
Yuan Zhisheng's breathing became increasingly smooth, and the muscles on his back rose and fell like the tide. His right palm slowly closed in a shadow at his waist that the three people could not see, as if he would return to the world in the next moment.
Yuan Zhisheng was a true emperor. Whenever his sword came out, blood would flow. With his sword skills, those who were beheaded could only sigh at the sword light like the moon, and then their heads and bodies would be separated, and blood would splatter ten steps away.
Nuonuo's muscles were tense, and she felt a huge pressure coming at her, but Principal Angers was still smiling, holding the teacup with both hands, and Lu Mingfei's hands were hanging down, with his five fingers curled naturally, which was a relaxed posture without any tension or alertness that made his muscles naturally tense. They seemed to have no fear at all, and only felt comfortable and relaxed.
It seemed like in just a breath, the coldness in the office faded away.
Yuan Zhisheng's heaving muscles relaxed again, he exhaled deeply, then a smile appeared on his face again, and he pulled his clenched right hand from his waist. Only then did Nuo Nuo see that what he was holding was not a hilt of a sword, but clearly just a pack of Soft Seven Stars.
Yuan Zhisheng lit a cigarette and turned his face back.
The cold man stared at the principal's expensive mahogany door. He spit white smoke on the texture of the door, and then the smoke dispersed like ink falling into water. He said, "Okay, I will tell Lu Jun."
Looking at Yuan Zhisheng's quickly departing back, Nuonuo suddenly felt relieved.
Just now, she really thought that this man from Japan was ready to draw his sword and fight Lu Mingfei. But then she changed her mind and thought that besides her, an A-level hybrid with excellent fighting power, the other two people in this office were Hilbert Jean Ange, the most powerful dragon slayer and the most ruthless hybrid leader in the past hundred years, and Lu Mingfei, the legendary dragon slayer hero recognized by all hybrids in the world as the leader of the new generation.
These two were far from being comparable to the fierce ghosts that Yuan Zhisheng usually had to face. The so-called fierce ghosts were nothing but rats in front of them. When Yuan Zhisheng faced Lu Mingfei and Angé, he felt like he was facing two lions that despised him.
"Great job, Mingfei." Angers laughed heartily. "The Japanese branch wants to gain more power from me. They think I'm old and can take back what I lost. My student just came to me for this purpose, to test my attitude."
Lu Mingfei's expression did not change. He just sat down on the sofa and drank the lemon tea in one gulp.
If Herzog's conspiracy and identity were not exposed, Yuan Zhisheng would only be Lu Mingfei's enemy. This guy was certainly a very good person with great justice in his heart, but at this moment, Tachibana Masamune, played by Herzog, was like a mountain in his heart, difficult to cross and difficult to shake.
No one can collapse the mountains, because that is the belief of the origin.
"According to the information passed back by Norma, the girl named Uesugi Erie is actually the head of the Uesugi family, one of the upper three families of the eight families of Snake, the Japanese branch. The relationship between her and Minamoto Chisei is closer to that of siblings. The way you greet someone else's sister is like throwing 20 kilograms of TNT into a blazing bonfire." Angé looked at Lu Mingfei with admiration, as if he saw himself when he was younger. "But this is good. Japan is a nation that pursues the culture of the underworld, and it happens that we are all descendants of dragons. We pursue a true culture of the strong. Mingfei, I hope that next year you can come to Japan with a tougher and more superior attitude. I made the entire Japanese branch surrender many years ago, and you can still do it today, many years later." Angé was passionate. He trusted Lu Mingfei more than he trusted himself.
But Lu Mingfei didn't say anything.
His action just now was not to provoke Gen Chisei, but he really wanted the director of the Japanese Executive Bureau to say hello to Eri on his behalf.
Long time no see, little monster.
He said in his heart.
Chapter 59 Hall of Valor
In the meeting hall of Valhalla, all the elders of the secret party sat upright. Each of their faces was as hard as if carved by a knife, and their sunken eye sockets emitted a faint golden light like that of an ancient lamp.
In addition to the board of directors of Kassel College, there are some older faces here.
The scabbard cast by the king was propped up by a dragon bone bracket at the end of the long table. An ancient Hebrew proverb was engraved on it, as if a dragon was roaring, "The blood of the king shall end with the sword"!
The long box is now unfolded like a folding fan, with the ancient and majestic sword sleeping inside, and fine blue-gray iron scales growing on the handle.
The scales opened and closed, as if with heavy breathing.
“Such mythical weapons should be in the hands of the secret party, not a child.” The old man at the right side of the conference table spoke. He had gray hair, was well-dressed, and had a resolute face, like a soldier rushing out of the battlefield.
"Frost Gattuso, you are going to take away something that does not belong to you. This request is not in line with our moral and legal standards." An old man who looked like a mummy said with a heavy breath. His name was Siegfried, and he was the descendant of the most famous dragon-slaying hero in history.
Just like those ancient families that have existed in the history of mixed-race people, the name of every generation in this family is Siegfried, as if they have inherited the name of the ancient dragon-slaying hero and thus inherited the legacy and courage of their ancestors.
Siegfried of this generation is definitely the longest-lived mixed-race person. He was born in the ancient and distant late 18th century and chose to sleep in the early 20th century. At that time, Europe was still in turmoil. Siegfried witnessed the fall of the Bourbon dynasty in his youth and saw Louis XVI being sent to the guillotine. Most of his period of exploration of the world was in turmoil. Finally, he saw the re-establishment of moral standards and legal order. He thus became the most rule-abiding and law-abiding elder in the secret party.
The school board headed by the Gattuso family is of course the absolute leader of the secret party in the industrial age. But before humans stepped into the industrial revolution, it was them who wielded swords and took secret medicine to send their descendants to the battlefield one after another to hunt dragons all over the world. They were ancient families named Siegfried, Beowulf, and Cassel. The Elders were the mixed-blood emperors of the old times. Their status among the American mixed-bloods today is equivalent to the US House of Representatives.
Although the Gattuso family also has a history of hundreds of years, compared with the Siegfried family, it is just a new rich and upstart among the mixed-race people.
When the warriors of Siegfried's family slayed dragons with swords, the surname "Gattuso" had not yet been born. However, over the past hundred years, this family has produced many talented people and has become the most prominent family among the mixed-blood families, while families like Siegfried, Beowulf and Cadmus have gradually declined and become synonymous with old age.
The cunning Sicilians have taken away the glory of Beowulf's family, and in other countries different mixed-race families have risen up, and the honor of the elders is being stripped away.
The new rich drank the most expensive wine, were surrounded by the most beautiful girls, behaved frivolously, made friends with powerful and wealthy businessmen, and amassed astonishing power and wealth.
Their current status was built with money, but the surname of a family like Siegfried's is cast on a monument of glory!
Therefore, even an arrogant old man like Frost had to consider the size and weight of his words when facing Siegfried, so as not to cause dissatisfaction among his predecessors.
"Dear gentlemen, it seems that you have not adapted to the changes of the times. Today's secret party is by no means a just organization. We can do many evil things to slay the dragon. It's just buying weapons that a student does not deserve to have with a suitable price. It's nothing." Frost said in a hard tone. He then suddenly became quiet, sat down, leaned back, and leaned against the wide chair back.
The school directors who had taken time out from their busiest official duties around the world to attend this meeting looked at each other and whispered to each other. The elders of the secret party, whose skin even had scales growing on it and who had just awakened from their slumber after years of erosion and torture by the manic dragon blood, glared at each other angrily.
Frost sat in the armchair peacefully. He and the Gattuso family behind him held the greatest say in the mixed-race society today. Of course, he respected these predecessors who had shed blood on the battlefield, just like respecting heroes, but he certainly would not be afraid of them.
People in the Gattuso family have always been arrogant. Even if you put a Desert Eagle against his chin, he will not be afraid. Instead, he will open his clothes and laugh wildly to show the bomb tied around his waist, then hug you tightly and pull the fuse.
Only a madman can fight his way out on the stage of power, and Gattuso's family has no shortage of such madmen.
Such a Frost reminds people of Michael Corleone in "The Godfather", old, calm, confident, like an old lion king, still holding the power of the grassland. He is the monarch of darkness, and even the Hawaiian sun cannot warm him.
"We have come to this day with difficulty, and have frustrated the dream of the dragon clan's revival time and time again, strangling one ancient dragon after another that was about to awaken in the grave. All of us present are huddled together for one purpose, and for this purpose, I can do whatever it takes. This mythical weapon forged by the great Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, can exert an even more powerful force in our hands. Each sword will patrol the sky over the entire earth, and the revival of each ancient dragon will be met with the wrath of the dragon monarch. Just think about it, how much benefit we will gain from the legacy of those ancient dragons? We never kill dragons to make the term dragon disappear from this world, but only to usurp the legacy of dragons. From ancient times to the present, we have been sharing wealth and power, and these weapons will help us consolidate this power." Frost looked around.
No one answered. The elders had different expressions, some agreed and some were angry. For a moment, it seemed that a storm was brewing in Valhalla.
Frost was pleased with everyone's reaction.
"We always have to find high-sounding excuses for ourselves when we slay dragons, such as holding up the backbone of mankind or resisting the tyranny of dragons, or even implementing complete justice in every era of mankind. But ask yourself, are we really that great?"
Frost spread his hands. He had always been a politician. Politicians are best at inspiring speeches, such as the Führer's "Mein Kampf".
"Everyone present here, every family behind you rose to prominence with bloodshed. If you were truly a righteous group, you should have followed Marx to implement absolute communism. But look at us now. We are covered in the stench of money. The smell of capital is fascinating. We can rely on the seven deadly sins to kill more ancient dragons and gain more money, status, and power. We have it all at our fingertips."
Frost looked at them one by one, as if watching the anger of the elders slowly rising to their cheeks.
"This is Valhalla, right next to you. The heroic souls of the secret party's victims throughout the ages are watching you. Buried under your feet are enough bones to cover half of the Normandy beach. How dare you say such things in front of their tombstones?" The old man named Beowulf stood up abruptly. His dry face suddenly turned red and his eyes were burning golden like the roar of an ancient dragon.
Beowulf is close in age to Ange, and they are both determined dragon slayers with a will so strong that it can almost penetrate stone.
A raging majesty burst out from Beowulf's body, and the long, narrow and sharp Atkan sword was slammed hard on the conference table. It was a true alchemical weapon, roaring as if it wanted to drink dragon blood.
Beowulf's family is full of fearless fanatics. Their children have been drinking dragon's fetal blood since birth, so their resistance to dragon serum is much stronger.
Every Beowulf has used a lot of serum, and their bloodline may only be A-level, but in the end they can even fight against pure-blooded dragons.
The old man's muscles bulged, his bones popped and shifted, and his back stretched like that of a strong and tall young man.
Beowulf, the dragon-blooded one!
They value honor more than life!
"Among those heroic spirits watching me, there are many ancestors of the Gattuso family; among the corpses under my feet, the bones of the Gattuso family can be piled up into a mountain; the names of the Gattuso family on their tombstones can be strung together to compile an epic! Why can't I say it?" Frost did not show any weakness.
He watched Beowulf quietly.
"Of course no one here denies Gattuso's honor." Cadmus, who was also old and frail, had eyes as bright as flames. He looked at Frost first and then at Beowulf. "Similarly, no one will resort to force against anyone in Valhalla."
Frost was originally a man as proud as a lion. Even when the field burst out when Beowulf was angry and even other elders fled, he remained standing tall and motionless.
Beowulf glared at Frost fiercely, but Cadmus just looked at him quietly, and the dragon-blooded man's anger gradually subsided.
Beowulf's family devoured dragon blood to obtain a higher bloodline, and Cadmus used forbidden techniques to allow himself to touch the boundary between humans and dragons again and again. Legend has it that every Cadmus eventually degenerated into a dangerous dragon-shaped deadpool, but they killed countless dragons or deadpools when they were still human.
The school directors and elders calmed down again, and the leaders of the new era and the old era glared at each other.
"We have all heard Mr. Gattuso's passionate speech. So, are the board of directors of Kassel College on the same side as Frost?" Cadmus smiled. At this moment, he looked like just a gentle old man, but everyone knew how much power the old guy could burst out in an instant. He was a powerful man who truly fought with the noble second-generation species on the battlefield with the dragon clan.
The girl sitting next to Frost pressed the bell. She was probably the only one here who would abide by the meeting rules.
Elizabeth Laurent, the girl's face was as delicate as a sculpture by a famous Greek artist. She looked like a 20-year-old, but had eyes of a 30-year-old. She wore the makeup of a European noblewoman, a black veil, an expensive waisted dress, and a fur vest.
This is the youngest person in the world of mixed-bloods, 22 years old. Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe, engaged in mining and finance. She graduated from Eton College and then studied at the Royal Academy of Arts. After her father died in a plane crash, she had to interrupt her studies at the Royal Academy of Arts to inherit the family business.
"Although we really want to stand on the same front with the noble Gattuso family, unfortunately, the Laurent family believes that the boy named Lu Mingfei deserves honor and reward, not shameless plunder." Elizabeth's voice was as cold as ice.
The expressions of the school directors suddenly changed, and Frost sat up straight.
"This is good. It proves that our successors have not completely betrayed our original intentions." Cadmus leaned forward and tapped the table lightly with his right index finger. The whole conference room echoed with the crisp low sound. "Frost, your theory just now is very similar to that of the dragon clan. It is probably that people like you want to become the new dragon clan after we destroy the dragon clan."
"There's nothing wrong with becoming the new dragon clan. We will share the supreme power." Frost said lightly.
The school directors' eyes changed. Everyone present had the most noble dragon blood flowing in their veins. When the monarchs who swore to devour the world died, who would be the most qualified to inherit the dragon clan and become the master of alchemy technology, noble bloodline, and the mysterious world? Of course, it would be them.
But they dare not say it.
The elders stand among humanity, while the directors stand above humanity.