"How can it be?"
Everyone in front of the screen who saw this sentence felt an absurd emotion in their hearts.
They are all the elites of mixed-race species, and their brain calculation power is generally higher than that of normal people. It is not without reason that many wild mixed-race species were imprisoned in mental hospitals before their dragon ancestry was discovered. After all, geniuses are on the left and madmen are on the left. Right.
But this man was almost alive standing in front of everyone, but they could not find any information about him through the Internet, which was undoubtedly a major blow and shock to their confidence.
"@Norma lawns, please look up the profile of preppy Lee Yong-yeon."
Finally, someone is @chu college, the virtual secretary with a real personality below.
"Sorry, you don't have enough permissions to query." The avatar of a cute black-haired anime girl replied.
The crowd below started another uproarious discussion. How could preparatory students be granted permissions without enrolling in school, and it was at least above the A level.
They have realized that this is the arrival of a big-shot figure. His background and real strength are not inferior to that of the Italian nobleman Caesar, no, to be precise, even more so.
"Selling information related to Li Yongyuan, the first one with the highest price will get it."
Just when everyone was looking at the situation and couldn't find the direction, such a statement undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people.
A person with the ID name Flame Dragon Slayer posted such a post. Heh, such a powerful and domineering name, but it’s a pity that the person who uses it is a useless dog.
Fingel, the director of journalism at Cesar College, became a blockbuster after being silent for three days.
In addition to the comments from the paparazzi reporters who are also his subordinates, there are many people who are chatting enthusiastically with this good-for-nothing senior and asking him what he has been doing these days. Even the Night Watch forum is depleted.
Obviously, Fingel controls a large market in the online public opinion area of this college, which is equivalent to a character like Jianghu Baixiaosheng in Chinese martial arts novels.
"Oh, do you think it's someone who has the discerning eye to spot this pair of crouching dragon and phoenix chicks from China among all the living beings?"
Fen Gou pretended to speak profoundly, boasting in a way that a thousand-mile horse often does, but Bole does not often do.
"Didn't President Angers and Professor Guderian specially go to China to invite us back?"
Someone replied directly below to expose this guy’s true identity. One look at this ID, good guy, it’s a real person’s name. Haha, you idiot, who uses their real name when posting stickers?
Fingel scoffed in front of the computer and read it carefully again. Gerd Rudolf Manstein, director of the disciplinary committee of Kassel Academy.
His unshaven, unshaven face suddenly became serious, and he started typing with great seriousness and a solemn and deep emotion.
Damn it, I didn't do anything against the rules and regulations, so why did I come out to cause trouble?
Fingel whispered bb in his heart.
The words typed on his hand read: "Of course it was our beloved Principal Angers who went to China alone, cut a way out of the thorny road with a butterfly folding knife, and brought out these two teenagers. "
He summarized it very generally, but he did a good job of erecting the heroic image of the principal among the students who did not know the truth. They thought he had killed a large number of dead waiters or slaughtered a second generation in China.
"Of course, all this is inseparable from the guidance of the mysterious guide who has the profound wisdom of a prophet." Fingel finally praised himself a little.
It's a pity that his later posts were only glanced at slightly and disappeared like nothing. It's quite miserable to use traffic to this extent.
"I'll pay $1,000 to buy all the materials."
There are still people who can't restrain their curiosity and reply below. The profile picture shows a simple and exquisite ancient bronze sword. The blade of the sword flashed slightly with a cold light. The ID is Chunjun. He looks like a Chinese. No wonder he cares so much about Li Longyuan.
Fingel rubbed his hands excitedly. The first business had come. Not to mention other things, there were really not many students from Cassel College who were short of money.
"Is there any classmate with a higher bid?" The greedy and ugly face of capitalists was vividly displayed on Fingel.
No one replied.
Fingel had no choice but to sigh, pack the photos and documents into a folder, and send them privately to the person who had previously replied.
As a result, no one with the ID "Chunjun" opened it and forwarded it directly to the forum. Fingel's idea of selling the information step by step was instantly shattered.
Many people clicked on it, and there was only one photo in the folder. It was quite blurry. It could be vaguely seen that it was a handsome young man in a plaid shirt and sunglasses. He had a good jawline and should be good-looking.
Everyone clicked on the Word document below, which contained a simple sentence, "An orthodox young man, charming and suave."
Is this... gone? This is what you bought for $1,000?
"Unscrupulous and profiteers defraud consumers' rights and interests." Some righteous people held high the banner of anti-Finland, and many students gathered in response and joined in the condemnation of Finnish dogs.
Fingel glanced disdainfully at the ID of the first speaker on the screen. If a group of prostitutes dare to provoke, they must be led by a freshman who is inexperienced in the world. I regret to tell you that your priorities for the next three years are The right to choose a mate is gone.
As an old paparazzi with countless paparazzi, he has many ways to dig up dirt on this guy.
Before the merchant could use the final right of explanation, someone posted a new high-definition picture on the forum.
The picture is on the rooftop of the Hodel teaching building that is familiar to students. The original brass-colored metal railing has been violently sawed off. A handsome boy wearing a silk white shirt is standing on the edge, with a figure as tall as a bamboo, and is holding a hunting knife in his hand. Slowly put into the sheath, the wind blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing the majestic golden pupils of a king, which seemed to have a substantial impact on people through the screen.
Not far behind him, a tall figure wearing a blue-black combat uniform could be vaguely seen lying flat on the ground, most likely Caesar.
Everyone was stunned and speechless for a moment. They had never seen this man as proud as an emperor lying down in a miserable state. It seemed that he had experienced a war of kingship replacement and lost completely.
This photo was quietly withdrawn when people were shocked. The background showed that the previous download data was zero. When it was sent again, Caesar's figure had been cleverly cut off.
It seems that someone placed in the academy by the Gattuso family took action. After all, this incident is not a big deal, but it has rarely become a stain on the ideal successor they have cultivated.
"So handsome!"
After a while, someone commented below. If he had simply learned some Chinese idioms, he would have known how this could be summed up by a simple word of handsome. It was like a jade tree facing the wind, graceful and graceful...
"His golden eyes are so terrifying. His bloodline rating after passing the 3E entrance examination must be very high."
Unlike all the girls who are nymphomaniacs, there are still boys who pay attention to the important points. Just a high-definition picture can create natural fear in the hearts of elite hybrids like them. I wonder if they will kneel down to the king directly when they see it in person.
The pressure brought by the dragon bloodline to them is far more serious than imagined. It is like the pyramid structure in the feudal era. Emperors, princes, grand dukes, and marquises are arranged in order. The lower ones will be suppressed by the strong blood of the upper ones. This has never been done before. The reason why hybrids killed pure-blood dragon kings.
It just looks at you from a distance, making people tremble with fear, and the mind goes blank. Even the spirit of speech forgets to recite it. Even if it can be recited, this kind of power is not the same for the Dragon King who holds some authority in the periodic table of speech spirit. Like scratching an itch.
Maybe wait for the hybrid elite to hold back for a long time and release the ultimate move Yan Ling·Chi (Sequence No. 77 of the Yan Ling Periodic Table, the effect produces a large amount of flames, used to burn the enemy, the flames caused are like hundreds of tons of fuel being ignited)
The King of Bronze and Fire can give you back the Word Spirit Zhulong (No. 114 in the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, a world-destroying word spirit that causes all materials in the field to burn rapidly and instantly generate a huge amount of high heat, causing an explosion equivalent to a nuclear bomb. powerful effect)
Even if the flames released by Yan Ling Chi are clustered together, the temperature cannot even bake through the surface of the dragon king's red membrane wings. A simple breath of fire from it can melt a mountain and destroy a city. The difference is more than just heaven and earth.
Ange, a destined dragon slayer with rich experience in fighting dragons, is only looking for the unawakened dragon king all over the world. He dare not let the twins merge into one and become a true monarch. That would truly destroy the world. disaster.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, any kind of natural disaster are enough to destroy fragile humans.
This does not take into account the black emperor's return to the throne. At that time, those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will die. Absolutely no third party will dare to stray from the supreme order of the noble emperor. The future fate of mankind can be imagined.
"Perhaps he will become the sharp knife of the college and the successor of the principal."
Manstein leaned on the black leather back of his office chair, stared at the computer screen, slowly drank black coffee, and said to the white-haired old man next to him.
"The principal has been looking for hybrids with blood enough to compete with the prince level over the years. Only they can look directly at the majesty of the Dragon King, insert the alchemy knife into their chest, and then crush their majestic and powerful heart."
Guderian sat half-sitting on the edge of his desk in a straight suit, using a silver spoon to stir the dark brown and milky cappuccino in a white porcelain cup. The golden sunlight slanted on his back shoulder, making people feel like they were in a trance. .
If it weren't for the unique age spots on the old man's face, their posture and expression would be the same as those of the young people who gathered here to discuss issues decades ago.
"What about the others? Does the principal intend to use this huge academy to train just one person?"
Manstein raised the issue from another angle. This was their way of discussion, divergent thinking and solving problems at the same time.
"It should be to become an S-class grindstone, or to do his logistical work well so that he doesn't need to worry about things other than dragon slaying." Guderian said it tactfully, but he also guessed the principal's thoughts.
No one knows the Dragon King better than the principal. In their eyes, the human sea tactic is of no use at all. They only need someone, the dragon-slaying warrior.
Everyone else will have to make way for this.
"Then the question is, how many hero candidates do you think the principal has selected?"
Manstein held the coffee in his left hand and tapped the index finger of his right hand rhythmically on the red-brown wooden table.
