"It seems that Kaiser-san loves Chinese culture very much!"
Flamel praised with a smile.
"After all, no one can turn a blind eye to the ancient oriental country that has a long history and is now rising."
Caesar glanced at Nono, who was lying idle on the table to his left, twisting a strand of dark red hair with his fingers, Chu Zihang, whose back was as straight as a cypress, and Su who was sitting dignified, with an elegant and gentle posture. Akane and her head were buried deep in her arms, as if she had slept to death.
The inner monologue is that the girl he likes, his current opponent, his opponent's right-hand man and his future opponent are all Chinese.
Whether from the perspective of a military strategist who "knows oneself and the enemy, and can fight a hundred battles without danger", or from the ideological consciousness of doing as the locals do and preparing to become a half-"foreign son-in-law", there is a need to learn Chinese culture.
"Ahem."
Susie, who had been watching, put her fist to her lips and coughed slightly. The topic of discussion between the two seemed to be getting more and more eccentric.
"Let's talk about the fifth element."
Flamel was very discerning and noticed the abnormalities in the students, and immediately returned to the main point with a wave of his hand.
"As we all know, the bodies of dragons are so sharp and hard that they will not be corroded even after hundreds of years of wind and sun. And they themselves are extremely powerful. Whether they spray dragon flames or recite spiritual spirits, they are enough to bring devastating disasters to the city. .”
Although what the old cowboy said was very plain, the expressions on the faces of the students listening to the class gradually became serious. As Caesar said, only by truly understanding your opponent can you better deal with your opponent.
But when the power of dragons is fully revealed in front of people's eyes, they will realize their own insignificance and weakness.
"According to historical records, there are only a handful of dragon slayers who can single-handedly kill pure-blooded dragons. They were all world-famous heroes at the time, and they were all hybrids with an S-level bloodline rating. As for Other mixed-race species, even if they swarm up in groups, will crouch and tremble under the dragon's power suppressed by their bloodline, unable to even release their spirit spirits, let alone draw their swords."
The students' faces became increasingly embarrassed, and some even looked at the sleeping boy in the back seat with complicated expressions.
This information has been widely disseminated among the professors of the college. Perhaps because it is too cruel and can easily damage the self-confidence of this group of young elites, it has remained silent to the students.
When the micro-expressions of this group of young elites changed, Flamel was also secretly observing and considering them.
True dragon slayers will not be swayed by words, they must have the heart of a fearless lion.
Fortunately, there was no worry, fear or doubt on the faces of the two students he was more interested in.
Chu Zihang still sat upright. In his eyes, the violent blood technique of the Lion Heart Society was the key to breaking the bloodline suppression. If he really encounters a dragon, he would rather break through the restrictions of bloodline shackles layer by layer than passively wait for the judgment of fate like a lamb to be slaughtered.
As for Caesar, he has never respected history, even the family honor and historical glory that the Gattuso family senators always emphasized. The road is under his own feet, and the future is written by him.
Moreover, we are in the age of science and technology. Many thermal weapons can cause a certain degree of damage to dragons. As for the deeply buried "space-based weapons", they can even turn the tide of the war.
"Teacher Flamel, may I ask how many dragon slayers who single-handedly killed dragons are still alive today?"
Some students asked driven by curiosity.
Unexpectedly, the old cowboy did not refuse to answer.
"The head of the Beowulf family of this generation and our current principal Angers."
The old man's answer was very concise, so concise that it was almost despairing.
Of course, there are more than just these hybrids in the world who are capable of killing dragons. Some of them hide in the dark and don’t want to be exposed. Some want to become real dragons. Some are already dead. In short, It does not line up with the mission of Kassel College to slay the dragon.
For the members of the secret party, the last captain of the "Action Team", Beowulf, the famous dragon-blood-thirsty family patriarch in Europe, has a good background and a solid foundation.
Students can all understand that he is now an old man in his 130s.
As for the principal Angers they are more familiar with, anyone who knows anything knows that he had officially entered Kassel College in 1900. Even though the dragon's blood had transformed his body, he was already half a foot in the door. Old man in coffin.
Even Chris, who still doesn't quite understand this world, has now noticed the seriousness of the matter from the livid faces of her classmates. If these two tough old men died, would they still have any hope of victory in the war?
"Of course, there is also a young guy, right in front of you."
Flamel looked in the direction of Li Yongyuan who was sleeping in class. Not only did he not feel that his dignity as a teacher was offended, but his eyes were kind.
There is no way, apart from Angers, who has complicated things and is in the aging stage, there is only one S-level student in the entire Kassel College, which is precious and rare.
Facts have proved that a guy with a keen sense like Li Longyuan can feel the weight of sight. Dozens of eyes look back and forth around him in an instant, which is too much for him no matter how calm he is.
So the young man who had slept for most of the class suddenly raised his head, yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Even though he and Eri stayed up all night playing games last night, he wasn't very sleepy. I just felt that I could listen to the lecture with my eyes closed, so I gave it a try, and then I felt that it was more comfortable to listen to the lecture while lying on my stomach with my eyes closed, and finally I was successfully persuaded to sleep by Flamel's voice.
"Don't belittle yourselves. Even if you don't have the bloodline of the Dragon King, you can still kill dragons with the help of alchemy."
"This is the Philosopher's Stone bullet refined with the blessing of the fifth element quintaessenti. It can directly destroy the target's soul."
After suddenly cueing Li Longyuan, Flamel did not continue to delve deeper. Instead, he mentioned a slender and crystal clear sniper rifle displayed on the projection screen, which looked like it was polished out of dark red crystal.
"Kill the soul?"
A girl murmured a question. She was materialistic during the entrance test and did not believe in such words. In her view, death is caused by the failure and decay of body organs, the aging of cells, and the degradation of microorganisms.
"This is the secret of dragons' immortality, children. Not only are their bodies stronger than steel, but also because their souls are immortal."
The old cowboy sighed to the doubtful students.
Immortality, such an impactful word, even when he first heard it, he was shocked and speechless.
"Students who are interested in alchemy can go to the library after class to check out books such as "Jade Record", "The Cultivation of Gold", "Catalog of Various Studies", etc. Now, get out of class is over."
From the church, the melodious bell rang along with the words of the old cowboy. Flamel stepped out of the classroom under the shocked eyes of the students, and couldn't help but smile again. It was rare for him to teach students seriously.
A flock of startled white pigeons flew in the distance under the bloody sunset, like a white boat swallowed by the rolling red tide.
