Isn’t Kassel Academy the only mixed-race settlement?
Properly speaking, it is just one of the settlements.
Just like there are aristocratic families in China, Japan has the Sheqiba family, Russia has the royal family, and Europe has secret parties...
Mixed races are distributed in different areas of the world, and dragon blood goes to every corner of the world with marriages.
No one knows how many hybrids there are in the world.
Among these mixed races, only a small part were selected to join Kassel Academy, and the others had their own way of life.
But because of their blood, they will eventually attract each other and form a sub-society hidden in human society.
The mixed-race society has its own set of social norms.
Just like...
Kassel Academy belongs to the Secret Party and is part of the Secret Party. The purpose of the Secret Party is to exterminate all pure-blood dragons.
But not every hybrid holds this concept. More hybrids are outside this war. They hate the dragons, but they don't think they are on the side of humans.
These hybrids believe that their bloodline is superior to humans and are the third race between humans and dragons.
Because of their bloodline, they age slower than ordinary people, and their life spans are naturally much longer than ordinary people. Some of their families have existed for thousands of years, and their accumulated wealth and power are astonishing.
But because of their different positions, they may not support the secret party.
Of course, they will not take refuge in dragons.
This is a mixed-race society, in which there are all kinds of mixed-races, all kinds of ideas, and all kinds of families.
Angers put his hands in his pockets and hummed some aria as he walked through the gleaming corridor.
The floor is paved with marble, and the walls on both sides are covered with famous paintings, from Van Gogh, Monet to Rubens.
The scarlet ceiling, walls and floors, when the sunlight shines on them, flow with a gorgeous color between blood and roses.
"I didn't expect you to come to me."
A gentle greeting, like an old friend from many years ago.
Angers stopped.
A short figure is projected on the ground, with a stooped back and a cane.
Angers looked down at the figure and was silent for a long time.
At the end of the passage is a Gothic stained glass window, which connects to the earth from the dome. Light passes through the colored glass, leaving mottled colors in the corridor.
Forgot to mention, because of their long lifespan, some of these people may have been active in the middle of the last century, so their aesthetic vision is also very lagging behind, and the flashy Baroque style is still popular among them.
Angers took a deep breath but did not look back.
"Why did you come to see me? Why don't you come in and sit down?" the person behind asked.
"In Texas in 1899, you shot me. The moment I turned around, I hated you calling me behind my back. Henkel, are you still carrying those alchemy wheels?"
"It's been 100 years, don't you still hold grudges?" The person behind him smiled kindly, "At that time, you could only delay for 4 seconds, but now it's more than 10 seconds, right? Even flying bullets can be delayed by you. Slow, what’s there to worry about? Besides, I’m getting older, and I’m no longer the fast-handed Henkel I used to be.”
"But your Holy Judgment is so annoying, I'm not sure I can escape your judgment yet."
"In modern society, we no longer rely on speech spirits and alchemy revolvers. Come in and have a drink, everyone is here."
Angers turned around slowly and saw a crimson door hidden in the wall on the side of the corridor opened. A skinny old man wearing round-framed glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat nodded slightly at him.
He looked like a retired Texas Ranger with a frayed badge on his hat.
There are 13 high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sits on each chair.
They all greeted Angers in the same way, raising their right fists and showing off the thick and simple silver ring on their index finger, with different totems on the huge ring.
That is their respective family crest.
"You don't look like you didn't expect it. It's better to say that you have expected my arrival..."
Han Gao smiled kindly, but did not refute Angers words.
He seemed to be a harmless old man. If Angers hadn't suffered at the hands of this smiling tiger before, he would have been fooled by this guy.
"No introduction is needed, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known financial backer in the circle, our big client, and the president of Kassel College."
Henkel sat at the table and motioned for Angers to sit wherever he wanted: "How many years have we not spoken, Angers?"
"The last time was December 7, 1941, at Pearl Harbor. Our negotiations were interrupted by an aviation alert in the middle of the negotiation. The damn Japanese launched a bombing that day."
Angers sat down on the empty chair next to him and lit a cigar.
"Yes, I remembered it. During the Second World War, the United States declared war, which suspended negotiations for an alliance between us."
Henkel nodded and said with some emotion: "More than half a century has passed since the pause."
"Is this the family representative of your generation?"
Angers glanced at the well-dressed young people.
Henkel nodded: "Outstanding young people from various families."
"Some of the old guys of your generation and mine are dead, and some are lying in hospital beds with oxygen tubes in their throats."
"Bloodline is a tragedy for them. They will not die suddenly due to disease, but their organs will slowly fail... After all, their genes are not perfect, and they can only be regarded as half dragons."
Henkel sighed: "I'm old too. I see you are still as strong as a young man. I'm so envious. If you go to a bar, will there be little girls who are attracted to such a handsome grandfather like you? I like you very much. That Maserati."
"Don't beat around the bush," Angers puffed out smoke, "You should know why I'm here today."
"You don't get angry as you get older, it's easy to hurt your body." Henkel picked up the champagne from the ice bucket, poured a glass and handed it to Angers.
"Actually, I'm quite young. If I go to a bar, there will be little girls who are attracted to me."
Angers raised his glass in greeting and countered with Henkel's words just now.
"You should know that I have zero tolerance for this kind of thing, so if this matter has nothing to do with you, Henkel, you'd better not make yourself angry."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Henkel took two steps back to show that he had no intention of becoming an enemy to Angers, while the young people looked at each other and prepared for the attack.
They looked at each other with serious eyes.
In fact, they were always wary of Angers, and before the conversation even started, they had already decided on the principle of listening more and talking less.
In fact, these people are just shields put forward by the family, and there is no need to fight with Angers.
Henkel is the spokesperson they launched.
For no other reason, because he is the pinnacle of the mixed-breed family's fighting power, and is the only old mixed-breed who can possibly hurt Angers, and who also has an old relationship with Angers.
In their understanding, Henkel has the conditions to allow Angers to have an equal dialogue.
But now, Henkel's decisive retreat left them at a loss.
They lit up their golden eyes and stared at Angers.
Everyone has heard of this silver-haired old man to some extent.
The principal of Kassel College, the earliest member of the Lionheart Society, the organizer behind the massacre of the Dragon King...
This old guy is like a sharp knife. If you want to reach out and grab the blade, you have to be prepared to get your hands cut and bleed.
Among the hybrids, one thing is well known, that is, Angers cannot accommodate dragons.
This is the reverse scale belonging to this old dragon.
Everything else doesn't matter, only this is absolutely not allowed.
Why did Angers come here today?
Why are you all sitting here?
In fact, everyone is well aware of what happened this time.
I don’t care about the mastermind for now, but everyone present put their hands in and grabbed something.
Perhaps based on these alone, Angers could not conclude that they were cooperating with dragons, but no one dared to bet. No one dared to try whether this old guy would fall out because of this inappropriate question.
But unexpectedly, Angers did not look very angry. He just drank slowly and talked calmly: "I always thought that although your family has no future, at least you will be as noble and noble as your predecessors. Stick to the honor of the nobility, but now it seems that I have overestimated you, your methods are much dirtier than I thought."
"We must always fight for the ideals of our ancestors, instead of dying in bed like our fathers."
A young man stood up. He had an artist's mustache and his impassioned tone reminded Angers of the German dwarf who started the war.
Angers knew very well that ten out of ten words this young man said could not be believed.
For them, the ideals of their ancestors are nothing different from shit, and their fathers who died of old age are even more nonsense. Their grandfathers are much younger than Angers and Henkel, and they might still be able to carry the thighs of young girls. Charge into battle.
He asked: "Then what is your ideal?"
The young man opened his hands and said enthusiastically, "Eternal life, that is the power that belongs to the Dragon King, and we are gradually taking this power into our hands."
"Your Excellency, Principal! Sacrifice is inevitable. It is an honor for ordinary people to use their lives to pave the way for our evolution. History is like a wheel of steel. There are always some people under the wheel. This is a historical necessity! "
"Even if we cannot kill the Dragon King, we can still seize their power. As long as we achieve this, the hybrid species will reach a new top of the evolutionary tree. Humans cannot compare with us."
The young man took a deep breath: "We will become... the new dragon clan!"
"New...dragon clan..."
Angers clapped his hands: "Well said!"
With a word of appreciation, Angers poured a glass of champagne himself and raised it in front of the young man.
The young man was praised by Ange, and he stiffened his neck like a victorious fighting cock. He was about to take the wine glass from Ange's hand proudly, but the next second...
"boom!"
The goblet exploded directly in the young man's face, and the golden champagne flowed down the collar of his suit to his chest. The young people around him jumped up from their seats in shock, but the young man with the mustache did not dare to act rashly.
In front of him, Angers was spinning a folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand. The light of the blade flashed on the young man's chin. The unique patterns of Damascus steel were all over the blade, which was crazy and beautiful.
Angers hummed a song at some point. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking focused.
The young people were stunned, but they recognized the song, the aria "The Magic of the Rheingold" from Wagner's "Ring of the Nibelung".
The dwarf Alberich admired the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine River, but the three guardian goddesses ruthlessly laughed at his ugliness and extravagant hopes, so he angrily stole the gold and cast it into a ring that represented power. Doomed to lose happiness.
The young people were vaguely aware of what Angers was implying.
"The ideals of our ancestors... You should be glad that the person chatting with you here today is not Frost. Although that guy is indeed annoying, he is an out-and-out radical."
"For a moderate like me, the most I can do is smash Amosu's wine in your face and scare you. If Frost hears what you just said, he will probably send you to see him directly. Your father who died of old age."
"Hey Ange, don't be angry with the child."
Henkel said lightly.
Angers took a puff of his cigar and said, "You have to educate. You know I am an educator."
"Young man, don't you know that you are a dwarf in the eyes of pure-blooded dragons? Your bloodline with them is not complete. You talk big words but feel inferior. New dragons? Usurping power? Immortality? Stop joking. ,you
Just intending to steal that gold. "
He blew a puff of cigarette on the young man's face, "Your speech on history is very exciting. Yes, great success is always accompanied by sacrifice. When I was young, I studied at Trinity College, and my teacher also said that those who hold power must Looking at history from a higher place is like standing on a mountain overlooking a war. Those people trampled each other to death like ants, but you will not feel the pain because they are too far away from you. It looks so cool without any blood stains on it!"
"But I can't, because my position is not on the top of the mountain. I am in the middle of the battlefield. People are dying around me every minute and every second, whether they are hybrids or ordinary people, their pain surrounds me. I saw their faces, their blood, their broken bodies, every face was familiar to me, they were all my companions.”
"Henkel, I've never been a calm person, right?"
"you are not."
Henkel said flatly: "You're just cool."
"So I've already killed the red-eye. Can you tell the wheel of history to a person who killed the red-eye?"
"cannot."
Henkel agrees.
"Henkel, I suggest you teach your children more simple principles of life. Their methods are not suitable for killing red-eyed desperadoes, nor are they suitable for scheming with dragons. At least let them understand who they are. .”
Angers flicked the butt of his cigar: "Don't talk to me about new dragons. All dragons, whether born or pretentious, are my enemies!"
"Anyone who has been my enemy will end badly."
"If you can't talk to them, I can ask Frost to give them a free lesson."
He patted the young man's handsome but dull face and pushed the door open.
(End of chapter)
