"Old man, everyone is gone, come out."

After Lu Mingfei left the principal's office with Eli Yi, Ange took a sip of black tea and said in a faint tone.

It seems there is a second person in this office.

But as he opened his mouth, no one else appeared in the room.

"Hey, old man..."

Just when Angers wanted to continue reminding him, he suddenly stopped.

The snoring of a deep sleeper could be heard from the corner of the bookshelf, and it sounded like thunder.

Angers couldn't help frowning and coughed several times, "Ahem! Old man, it's daybreak, you can get up."

"Ah, oh oh, suck, suck, suck..."

Someone responded hastily.

Then there was a sound like rummaging through a box from the inside, and the little squirrel that was eating the muffin was so frightened that it ran out of the plate.

When Eriki left, she handed the entire small plate to it.

Soon, a fat guy walked out from the corner of the bookshelf. It was Vice Principal Flamel.

It is said that this guy had insisted on observing the S-class secretly when Ange and Lu Mingfei were having afternoon tea, hoping to use his insight to see through the S-class bloodline. But who knew that this observation would be done unconsciously?

Falling asleep soundly.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei left the office with Eli Yi, otherwise it would be really unclear.

Is it possible to say that a drunkard broke in to steal wine? Not to mention that Lu Mingfei didn’t believe it, even Ange himself...

But the next moment the old man's face darkened, "Hey, you are really a thief. You even pulled out these two bottles of my treasure."

I saw two bottles of Lafite stuffed in each of the vice-principal's back pockets.

"Oh, don't be so stingy. After all, I am also the vice-principal of Kassel, and I am not an outsider. Of course, everyone should share the blessings. Besides, isn't today the time to celebrate?"

The vice-principal said carelessly.

Then he took out a bottle of Lafite from behind his buttocks, opened it with a pop, and took out two glasses from the bookshelf on the side, then filled them one after another.

"Celebrating what?"

Ange was startled.

"Of course it's to celebrate your recruitment of such an outstanding new student." The vice-principal smiled and said, "Good brother, you can try it first."

After saying that, he handed Ange a glass of Lafite with great attentiveness.

"If you say that, then I have to drink this glass of wine." Angers took the glass.

"Ah~ comfortable."

The vice-principal also took a swig, lying on the chair with a comfortable expression on his face, as if he was completely immersed in the enjoyment of this bottle of aged Lafite.

"How was the investigation?" Angers took a sip of red wine.

"The only silver mask that can provide information about Deadpool's identity has been found out. It is the exclusive mask of Odin, the god king of the Arthur clan in Nordic mythology and legend. It symbolizes the mysterious, noble and invisible identity of the other party."

The vice-principal poured himself another glass.

"Odin?"

Angre raised his eyebrows slightly and read out the word slowly.

"To put it bluntly, those myths and histories are all the history of the dragon clan. If there really is such a god-king, then this Odin is also very likely to be a dragon king. He led the dragons in the past mythical era, which is the so-called gods.

.”

The vice-principal had just filled the wine glass with Lafite, and then drank it impatiently.

With his bloodline, drinking other alcoholic beverages is as indifferent as drinking soda. Only such a strong collection of fine wines can bring him short-term stimulation.

It's sad to think about it. With a strong dragon bloodline, even if you take drugs, you won't feel much.

And for this fleeting excitement, I only drank one glass after another, and soon the bottle of Lafite that had been treasured for many years was exhausted.

"Hey, hey, you think this is Coke."

Angers said with some dissatisfaction.

Watching Flamel drink to the end, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the wine glass and started blowing directly into the bottle.

It was obvious that the other party was completely immersed in it, so Angers had no choice but to give up.

"So our S-class is being targeted by a dragon king?" he asked next.

"That's most likely the case. The dragon-shaped Deadpool is obviously the opponent's minion, or a puppet or something."

The vice-principal let out a long belch and seemed to be really drinking Coke.

"Then it seems that my student is even better than I thought, and can be targeted by a dragon king." Angers couldn't help but said.

Hearing this, the vice principal's face darkened, "Ange, don't forget my other title."

"I know, curry rooster." Angers thought for a while.

But seeing the dissatisfied expression on the other party's face, he thought for a moment and said, "Is it Moon Catcher? No, Mimi Killer? Slutty Cowboy? Please, you have so many titles, how can I remember to please?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid with me. I am the night watchman of Cassel College. I want to protect the safety of everyone in Cassel College. But now you have placed an uncontrolled nuclear bomb directly in the college.

inside.

And for this nuclear bomb, even the guy suspected of being the Dragon King got involved. Angers, we are in danger now and will be spiraled into gas at any time." The vice-principal said in a solemn tone.

The pair of eyes that were still full of drunkenness not long ago burst out with a dazzling golden light at this moment, which was even brighter than the headlights of a car.

Flamel actually exploded with his dragon bloodline at this moment.

A terrifying and powerful aura descended directly on the entire principal's office.

No one in the college knew how strong the vice-principal was, and even Ange had no idea how powerful the vice-principal was. This old, pot-bellied cowboy had even lived longer than him.

Normally, the discipline only carries out basic operations at Kassel Academy, but the sense of restraint is no longer trivial, almost imprisoning everyone's speech and soul, as if a heavy lock has been added to their bloodline.

Now that its owner has exploded with force, all the teachers and students in the college seem to feel that their heartbeats have slowed down by half a beat.

"Good guy, I'll block it again!"

Angers raised his glass to cover his eyes.

"You are blocking the wool! Angers, do you think you can't see what is about to happen if you block it? No, the crisis is always there, you are covering your ears, and when all this really happens, you won't even have a chance to regret it.

, do you want to experience the Summer Mourning incident again!!"

Flamel almost shouted the last words.

However, the moment he finished shouting, the temperature in the office suddenly dropped sharply.

The smile on Ange's face disappeared, replaced by deep coldness, and golden lava flowed in those old eyes.

Miso miso miso.

The vice principal was forced back by this sudden momentum.

"Holy shit, I'll block it!"

He quickly blocked his eyes with a wine bottle.

"Old friend, don't be impulsive. I may have drunk fake wine, so I said some nonsense and acted a little drunk. Please forgive me."

The vice principal is cowardly.

"I personally collect this red wine. I still know whether it is genuine or not. Flamel, can you yell at me the last sentence you just said?"

Ange said calmly, but his tone was extremely cold.

"I, I, I also want you to recognize the reality, and I hope you can understand my good intentions."

The vice-principal felt unsafe standing in front of Angers, so he quickly hid behind the bookshelf, shivering with the little squirrel holding a muffin beside him.

He admitted that he had deliberately provoked Ange just now. The mourning of summer was a thorn in the old man's heart, and only this thorn could deeply hurt him.

Whether it's Lu Mingfei or the Dragon King hiding behind the scenes, all of this will put everyone at Cassel College into an unpredictable crisis.

Maybe in the near future, before Lu Mingfei's nuclear bomb explodes, the Dragon King named Odin will fly over like a frenzy with his "gods".

Sale College casts a shadow of death.

For everyone at Kassel Academy, it was a complete disaster.

"Old friend, what about you? You used to be a powerful figure, but now you play yourself like this. You curl up on the sofa in the church bell tower like a lazy snake every day, drinking and watching movies. What's funny is that you still think

You look like a chic and stylish cowboy, but the jeans you are wearing are not only dirty and pulpy, but they can’t even fit your beer belly.”

Angers mocked in a cold tone.

"Stop scolding, stop scolding."

The vice-principal lowered his head in grievance, but did not see the instep of his own feet.

The eight-pack abs that he was once proud of have become perfectly rounded. The handsome Western boy back then has become history, and he has turned himself into a wretched man with a big belly.
To be continued...