"Isn't what I said right?"

Angers was a little puzzled.

He once read about Eastern metaphysics about the underworld and the King of Hell, and then related it to the country of the dead mentioned by the vice-principal, and the place where the soul can enter after death.

Good guy, isn’t this all right?

"Right? That's silly! I'm talking to you about the Holy Land in my heart, but you're talking nonsense with me. Although Nibelung is a category of mysticism, I didn't ask you to turn it into mysticism."

The vice-principal looked furious and jumped around as if his tail had been stepped on.

Can he not be depressed?

As the holy land in the hearts of all alchemists, the Nibelungen is the place that people like them pursue throughout their lives, and he even broke through his iron shoes like a painstaking monk and traveled all over the world to find that country.

, just for the sacred faith in my heart.

Nowadays, the holy land in my heart has been turned into a mystical mysticism. It is as if someone has blasphemed his faith. If it weren't for Angers being his old friend, and if he breaks out, he may not be able to beat this old bastard. Today,

No matter what I say, I will never end it with him.

Thinking of this, Flamel took out the last bottle of Lafite from his butt pocket and drank it without hesitation.

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, be gentle with your mouth, what you drink is the last bottle I will treasure." Angers felt heartbroken when he saw the other person drinking happily.

But he didn't say anything. As soon as he said that, the vice-principal stepped on the chair and drank even more ferociously.

Ton, ton, ton, ton…burp!

What a guy, he killed most of Lafite in one go, and even let out a long, thunderous belch as if no one was watching.

Flamel was deliberately provoking Angers.

Since we can't attack this old bastard, we have to attack the opponent from the other side. So far, it seems to be somewhat effective.

"Old man, maybe we should think differently."

Seeing through the vice principal's trick, Ange smiled bitterly.

"What's the idea?"

Due to the strong stamina of the old Lafite in his collection, the vice-principal drank so hard in one breath that he felt a little drunk for a while, and his mouth was a little sloppy when he spoke.

"Perhaps your Nibelung country of the dead is really the underworld from the east. The king of hell who governs the underworld has a book of life and death in his hand, which records the names of all animals and is used to control the life and death of humans and animals.

"

"Good guy, if this is really the case, then your name, Ange, should be in the most prominent position on the homepage, and it should be marked in big red fonts. In this way, the king of hell can easily take away the life of you, an old bastard, at any time." The vice-principal.

Ridicule.

"Oh my, you know I never care about those with false reputations, but since you talk so speculatively, it seems you believe the point I made?"

"Get out of here!"

Flamel snorted angrily.

He wanted to have another round, but when he saw that only half of the old Lafite was left, he felt a little distressed.

After all, he hadn't drunk such a refreshing red wine in a long time. If he drank it all in one breath, he might not be so happy for a long time.

Damn it, it seemed like he was the one stimulating Ange this time, but in fact it was his own blood loss.

It took a long while before he calmed down.

"Old bastard, you are right about one thing, that is, if you want to enter the Nibelungen land of the dead, you must be a person who meets certain regulations, just like the king of hell has crossed out a person's name in the book of life and death.

life, the person's soul will enter the underworld." the vice-principal explained.

"Meets certain regulations?" Angers raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, for example, if you have a certain brand of yourself, or someone who has entered there before, you may find the old road, just like a psychic, you can communicate with different mysterious worlds between day and night, so the same

There is a chance to enter that country again.”

Hearing this, Ange felt energetic.

"Good guys, what are you waiting for? Let's just die. Maybe our souls will really have a chance to enter the Nibelungs. In this case, we can get those secret treasures.

I don’t want more, just give me a few hundred Philosopher’s Stones when the time comes, refine them into alchemy bullets, and I will smash the heads of those dragons one by one.”

"Stop it, stop it!"

The vice-principal forcibly interrupted Ange's fantasy, "I just said that it is possible. It is just a guess. No one knows the truth."

"Then what have you been talking about for so long?"

Angers shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face, expressing that he was very speechless.

This girl drank two bottles of his reserve for almost nothing.

"Yeah, what did I do for a long time?"

The vice principal was also confused.

Why did he say so much.

The next moment he suddenly remembered, "Of course I am thinking about your precious student Lu Mingfei. Didn't you say that the other party's strength is beyond your expectation? For such an unexplainable thing, maybe two guns...

...Ah, no, maybe that country will give you the answer."

Angers' expression changed, "You mean, this boy has entered the Nibelungs?"

The vice-principal nodded slowly, and his tone became solemn, "It's very possible, it's like the classic plot in those martial arts novels, where the good-for-nothing boy is chased by his enemies and forced to jump into a waterfall or a cliff, but that's not a dead end.

, there must be hidden masters or magical secrets left by the ancients carved on the stone wall below.

The young man happily accepts the adventure, until a few years later he masters his magic skill and jumps from the cliff. Then there are exciting scenes such as looking for the enemy and pretending to slap him in the face."

The more Flamel spoke, the more excited he became, and his tone changed from solemn to yearning, wishing he could transform into that young man who had an adventure.

But the glare in this guy's eyes made people think that after he jumped off the cliff, he might not be attacking his enemies, but those peerless beauties.

"Good guy, you usually watch it a lot, right?"

Seeing the vice-principal talking with joy, Ange couldn't help but complain.

"Ahem, please be considerate. Watching westerns and action movies all the time can sometimes lead to aesthetic fatigue, so occasionally read those martial arts novels to refresh yourself."

The vice principal quickly became serious.

"In other words, it is very possible that the child Lu Mingfei entered the Nibelungen, had adventures there and improved his bloodline strength, and then walked out of that country?"

"The enemy!" The vice-principal nodded wildly.

"Is that so..."

Angers stopped talking. Although Flamel's imagination was a bit too rich, he could not refute.

Because Ange himself really couldn't explain why Lu Mingfei was much stronger than he imagined. Precisely because he knew every bit of Lu Mingfei's life over the past eighteen years, it was strange when the other party burst out with powerful or even terrifying strength.

.

Maybe, just maybe... Lu Mingfei might have really entered that country and completed a self-transformation.

Ange looked at the falling maple leaves outside.

Over the past eighteen years, Lu Mingfei's behavior has always been too normal, with normal low self-esteem, normal secret love, and normal behavior as a loser.

But Angers knew that this boy's bloodline was S-level, and he had real potential that surpassed almost all hybrids. However, it had not yet been truly released. Angers was looking forward to the moment when the boy exploded, which would definitely shock everyone.

But Ange never expected that Lu Mingfei's true outburst was not only shocking, but downright frightening.

In a sense, this boy seemed to have completed a rebirth.

It's like an alchemical process that kills matter and then re-endows it with new and powerful properties.

What caused the boy to undergo such a transformation?

Or did he really walk into that country, be chosen by dying, and then come out reborn?

The atmosphere in the office fell into silence, with only the slight rustle of the little squirrel holding a muffin and nibbling on it.

It wasn't until a long while that the vice-principal slowly spoke.

He looked at Ange and said, "Old man, if we really find the entrance to that country, maybe it's not a treasure inside, but a bunch of sleeping pure-blood dragons waiting to be revived. What will you do?"

Hearing this, Ange narrowed his eyes and subconsciously sat upright.

At this moment, although the maple leaves were fluttering outside, the sunlight cast patches of light through the maple forest, and the atmosphere seemed particularly peaceful, a murderous aura burst out of the old man out of thin air.

Although Ange was wearing a suit, he looked like a warrior wearing iron armor, with a tall and strong figure, and a majestic look between his brows.

At this moment, silence is better than sound, Angers has conveyed everything with his own breath.

"Hey, hey, old man, I was just joking, why are you so excited? Hurry up and collect your magical powers, don't ruin your practice." The vice-principal said tremblingly.

Although his bloodline is not inferior to Angers, if it is a matter of life and death, ten of them cannot compare to one Angers.

In his words, Angers is a person who climbed out of hell, no, an evil ghost who climbed out of hell. How could such a guy still be fearful of hell?

"It would be wonderful if there were really pure-blood dragons sleeping there waiting to be revived." Angers took a sip of Lafite.

"I will pile nuclear bombs inside, and then detonate them at the same time. Watch the dragons struggling and wailing in pain in the flames. I will also place a piano on the huge copper pillar that nailed the White King. If there is still
To be continued...