The early morning sunlight shines through the white oak shutters and falls on the ground, like brilliant gold. The young man in a blue and white striped hospital gown was lying flat on a white hospital bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his beautiful eyebrows slightly covered by his black hair.
On the black display screen of the pure white electrocardiograph, the fluorescent green thin line representing the boy's heartbeat was fluctuating, and the heart rate gradually returned to normal.
The beautiful girl in a little black dress was lying on the bedside, staring at the boy nervously, for fear that no one would take care of him when he woke up.
At this time, the door of the infirmary was pushed open, and the girl who originally had a harmless expression looked over fiercely. Whoever dared to harm the young master at this time must survive the black sun with his life.
However, what came in was a long-haired girl wearing a beret. She was wearing simple denim overalls, a black and white striped long-sleeved T-shirt, black square-frame glasses, and a small mole under her right eye, looming .
Just like an ordinary painter carrying a drawing board and sketching everywhere, he has a noble and fierce attitude like a queen.
"Who are you?" After the young master fell asleep, Zhao Xi changed his previous confused personality and became a qualified bodyguard.
"Student of Kassel College." The young woman who pushed in the door did not mind the questioning tone and spoke instead.
"But I've never seen you before." Zhao Xi tilted his head slightly, expressing doubt. Now the students in the entire college are waiting for Li Longyuan, Caesar and others to wake up from the intensive care unit, but no one dares to interrupt at this moment.
"This is our first meeting." The woman wearing a crimson beret answered seriously.
"I want to paint a picture for you up close, is that okay?" The woman's next words made Zhao Xi slightly stunned.
"Ah?" However, the woman had already unhooked the black tool bag on her back, took out a folding bench and sat down.
But when she took out a noble and gorgeous bronze sword from the shelf of her bag, Zhao Xi's eyes suddenly changed, like an angry cat.
"Don't be nervous, this is usually my hiking pole." She casually leaned the sword against the corner, then began to install the folding easel drawing board, and then quietly adjusted the paint on the palette.
Zhao Xi sat on the chair at the head of the bed, taking care of Li Longyuan while paying attention to his every move.
And this mysterious woman is just painting, faithfully painting the hospital bed, curtains, tables and cabinets, as well as boys and girls into the paper.
"Where is his sword?" After a long silence, the woman asked again while using a milky-white wolf brush to dip paint on the paper and smear it on the paper.
"Ah?" Zhao Xi didn't understand the meaning of the woman's words for a while.
"Doesn't he have a famous sword handed down from ancient times?" The woman's red lips slightly lifted, revealing a thrilling smile.
Zhao Xi realized at this moment that Tai'a was still stuck on the head of the dead red dragon, as if he had been carried onto a truck by a group of researchers in white clothes.
"I, I don't know." The girl shook her head ignorantly. She wanted to follow the young master at every step to prevent anyone with evil intentions from harming him when he was weak.
"Aren't you afraid that people in the academy will steal this sword?" The woman started to apply paint on the pure white canvas, and suddenly raised her head and asked.
"Young Master will naturally take care of it when he wakes up." Zhao Xi shook her head cutely. After all, she was only a person. Apart from protecting Li Longyuan, she had no ability to care about anything else.
"I can get it for you if you need it." The woman said casually. However, Zhao Xi did not speak, nor did she make any claims for the young master. She just focused all her eyes on Li Longyuan, who had his eyes closed.
The painter also cleverly transferred all the charm of this glance to the oil painting, and the golden light spots outside the window shifted unconsciously.
Ice cellar, Shikodi District Researchers wearing thick white protective suits and oxygen masks hurried back and forth.
The only old man wearing a well-dressed black suit, a fan scarf on his chest, and a precious gloomy wooden cane was walking slowly.
His face has serious age spots due to aging blood vessels, and the veins on his forehead are bulging. Even if he applies a lot of cosmetics, he can't cover up the hideous decay on his face.
"Director Jamil." The researchers who recognized the old man moved out of the way, with panicked smiles on their faces to avoid him.
"Where's that old fellow from Angers?" The old man tapped his cane very rudely and opened his mouth to ask.
"The principal and professors are having a meeting in the library control room." The assistant arranged beside him cautiously approached.
"Humph." The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, but did not hold on tightly.
"Where is the body of the second-generation red dragon?" Jamil asked again, his cloudy and dim eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area.
"Currently, it is still stored in the No. 1 ice cellar," a researcher replied hesitantly. There is no other way. The school board is the highest authority of Cassel College. The secret party elder family who funded the school serves as the school director. There are seven school directors in total.
Among them are Pompeii Gattuso, the head of the Gattuso family, Elizabeth Laurent, the patriarch of the Laurent family, Angers, the principal, and
"Dragon Bloodthirsty" Beowulf. Jamil is the younger brother of one of the resident school directors. His power is so great that even Angers has to give him some respect.
Of course, it all depends on Angers mood. Just like just now, if Angers really stood in front of Jamil, the old guy would never show an arrogant attitude, but would instead force a flattering smile.
"Take me there." Jamil pressed the crutch with his right hand and straightened his voice before saying.
"Well, school director, you need to show the school board's approval, or a black card that symbolizes your identity." The researcher looked at the old man with a troubled expression.
Jamil just glared at him hard, and then took out a black card with a silver arabesque pattern from his suit pocket, with Fraxinus written on it in silver-hot artistic Latin.
This is a black card that symbolizes power held by every Camarilla patriarch family when Kassel College was founded, and represents an unbreakable alliance.
The card in Ange's hand also comes from the same source. It has the highest authority set by Kassel Academy and is also the real object of Norma's true service.
Unexpectedly, Jamil actually obtained this black card with supreme power from his brother. The staff member wearing white protective gloves carefully took the black card and passed it across the long and narrow card slot in front of the heavy metal door. The green indicator light came on, and the twelve lock tongues in the door slowly retracted and retracted. The metal door Turned away with a bang.
What comes face to face is the pale white cold fog that has almost turned into substance. The ice cellar room at minus 50 degrees can condense water into ice in an instant.
However, the old man's mind has been completely attracted by the miraculous red dragon in front of him, and he is almost ready to worship this god-like body.
Whether it is the broad red wings, the majestic and ferocious head, or the thick feet covered with tough scales, they all reflect the majesty and dignity of the king.
This is a shocking feeling that is difficult to describe in words. Nothing is more convincing than seeing this picture in person.
It was such a next-generation species with supreme virtue, supreme power, and yet he died under an ancient black-sheathed sword.
The Tai'a Sword has been put away by the researchers at this moment, and it has been integrated with the scabbard left on the lawn, and is still placed not far from Chilong's body.
Jamil's mind quickly left the red dragon corpse and looked at the mighty sword that was said to have been owned by Emperor Qin, with a look of obsession in his eyes.
"Mr. Jamil, this sword is not the property of the college, but the personal belongings of a student." The staff member in charge could naturally see the enthusiasm in the old man's eyes and hurriedly explained.
"You know, is it the new student named Li Longyuan? Isn't he still in the intensive care unit? I can keep it for him." Jamil said without looking back, and slowly walked towards the faintly trembling ancient sword. .
Obviously, the old man came well prepared. Perhaps he saw the power of this sword because of the mission video in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. Or maybe he also saw the power of this ancient sword in school during the Red Dragon invasion.
In the library control room, Angers' face suddenly turned cold after receiving the notification, like a lion hiding anger.
"Brother Conor is really a complete idiot." He just stood in the conference room and shouted at the many professors who came to the meeting, without concealing his mood and attitude at the moment.
Conor is Jamil’s brother and one of the seven school directors. His family controls the highly profitable information technology industry and industry in France, owns multiple multinational groups, and is the leader of several top wineries behind the scenes. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a financial giant hidden under the surface of state institutions.
It's just that Conor is already old now. Although he is also a mixed race, he does not have the excellent bloodline and time zero like Angers to resist the invasion of time.
Nowadays, most of them rely on various biotechnology and oxygen ventilators to survive, and most of the time they will not show up. Therefore, his brother Jamil replaced him as the acting director of Kassel College.
He is incompetent, greedy, yet arrogant and domineering, but he also knows how to follow the crowd, bully the weak and fear the strong. Even if Ange wants to punish him, it will be difficult to find a way to solve it once and for all.
"How long will it take for Li Longyuan to wake up?" Angre asked the assistant next to him slightly.
"The doctor said it will be in the next two days." The assistant's low-pitched reply brought a smile to Ange's stern face.
"Okay, okay, then let this boy handle this matter himself." Angers once again looked at the people present in the conference room, regaining his elegant and calm posture.
Orthodox, Tai Chi Palace
"Urgent report!" Li Chengqian was currently sitting at the head of the hall. On the two rows of carved huanghuali wood chairs in front of him were the core figures of the Li family's orthodoxy, including family elders and heads of branch families.
"Say." Li Chengqian looked down at the man coming in to report, still blowing the hot air from the teacup slowly.
"Kassel College was invaded by an unknown organization at 9:13 last night, causing a second-generation species to wake up. The True Lord used Tai'a and the orthodox ancient swordsmanship to kill it, killing it. It is still in a coma." Poorly dressed. The middle-aged man in casual clothes, Ren Xuanyi, held up his hands and roughly explained the matter clearly, and most of the sitting family heads looked shocked.
Especially after hearing that Li Longyuan was unconscious, their expressions became more gloomy.
"While Zhenjun was in coma, what was going on inside Kassel College?" Li Chengqian said calmly, as if he had expected it. He didn't even raise his lowered eyebrows while drinking tea.
"I just received news that Jamil, the acting school director of Kassel, has entered the ice cellar with a black card in his hand, and seems to want to snatch the Tai'a sword for himself." The bad guy who reported the report lowered his head and bowed behind his feet, with a difficult tone in his tone. Hidden anger.
Li Longyuan saved the entire Kassel Academy from fire and water last night. After he fell into coma due to injuries, something like this was born and came to covet his sword.
The elders and heads of the branch families on the side were also filled with boundless anger following these words, but they had not yet shown their expressions.
"No more?" The old man in a white robe with a green jade hairpin in his bun gently put down the azure moon white glaze teacup in his hand, glanced at him and asked softly.
"No more." The man replied affirmatively after thinking for a moment.
"Since ancient times, there have been many such scoundrels, and there are countless ungrateful people." Li Chengqian said slowly, and the others naturally straightened their backs and listened upright.
"They are greedy, cunning and cunning. They hide in the dark and stir up troubles. No matter who they see is weak or lose power, they want to step on them and run them over a few times. But they often live longer than those loyal and kind-hearted guys. Long."
"Such people naturally do not deserve the title of benevolent Lord. They cannot be as domineering as a hero in troubled times, and they do not have the power to bring trouble to Chao Gang. But they are like cockroaches, endlessly breeding greed, always thinking of disgusting you. Come back." The old man's voice became colder and colder, and anyone could feel the undisguised murderous intent in it, and he became even more trembling.
"Within three days, I want this person to disappear. All the company groups and overseas personnel of this family will be repatriated. In addition, they need to provide compensation." Li Chengqian's last words almost sealed the death penalty for Jamil and his family. People will raise objections, and no one dares to raise objections.
Of course they know that the strength of Kassel Academy cannot be underestimated, and they also know how deeply rooted the several major secret party elder organizations are around the world, and how they are in the same spirit.
However, you are not joking, it is probably the case. And only when the behemoth of orthodoxy opens its fangs, will the hybrids in this world understand what the real disaster is.
The world has forgotten this ancient existence for so long that its reputation cannot even suppress the ambitions of ants.
Perhaps only when they wake up from the realm of desire will they realize that they have angered those who once regarded gods as their enemies.
And when these guys focused their attention on the ants on the ground, they didn't know whether to feel honored or trembled first.
In the vast expanse of ice, the emperor, who was lying on the head of the black snake, had a smile that was three parts cool, two parts sarcastic, and five parts careless.
He just waved his right hand under his broad black robe, and the fishing rod, as thin and straight as a long sword, was thrown out.
In the Ice Cellar No. 1 room, Jamil's eyes became increasingly greedy as he kept getting closer to Tai'a, just when his hands were about to touch the gilt scabbard.
Even the assistant on the side heard a clear sound like a dragon's roar, and then, a golden light flashed into the sky.
The middle-aged assistant fled out in horror and shouted toward the passage outside: "Director Jamil, he's dead!" The meandering red blood gurgled like a stream, but it condensed into a solid state in the low-temperature ice cellar, and under the incandescent light It looks like scarlet crystal under the light.
