Celebrities gathered at the scene, and figures intertwined. High-ranking people from all over the world were dressed in suits or dressed in distinctive clothes. Angers walked past the crowd and raised his glasses with them to drink. The scene was once very lively.

In the thunderous applause, Angers came to the public's sight, and Henkel also walked over with a cane. He was the host of the banquet, and Angers and the guests below were all VIP guests.

On the stage, Henkel took the microphone and whispered: "Everyone, this is Hibert Jean-Angers, our great president of the Cassel Academy, the greatest educator of the last century and even this century, and the well-deserved leader of the Secret Party."

Under the scorching gaze of everyone, Anger waved his hands with a smile, then turned his head to look at Henkel.

"It's all just some false names. The real great ones are the members of the secret party who sacrificed their lives for the battle to slay dragons. They are warriors and heroes. I am just a participant and a bystander. The thing I regret the most is that I am alive, and the hero is dead and the dragon clan has not disappeared."

"Haha, Angers, don't be there to be humble. Everyone knows that you are an old urchin who loves to show off." After picking up Angers, Henkel did not forget to step on it. Anger was covered in dust, but still kept a smile and explained: "If I were not active, I would be buried in the soil or lying on the bed with the elderly of my contemporaries."

Angers looked at the well-dressed young men below with their older and coquettish eyes. Most of them stood behind, looking forward to the seats in front were left for the outstanding seniors.

He waved his hand and said, "Let the children get closer, don't stand too far, everyone is a warrior, for the same belief, like proletarians, are all trying to achieve social goals, and not to be divided into different levels."

When the young people behind heard this, they left the seat one after another and stood forward with their glasses. Everyone knew the rules very well. No one made a fuss or made a discordant voice in such an occasion.

Anger's eyes flashed, he nodded to the young man below, and said passionately: "If you can come here, you have proved your strength to the whole world. You are the top elites in society. Your every move can affect the development of the whole world, but what I want to say is that this is not enough."

There was some commotion below, whispering rustling, some people nodding, and some were proud of being able to join the ranks of elites.

"Why isn't it enough? Because the dragon clan who ruled us and wanted to slave and destroy us had not yet completely destroyed. They lurked in the dark, like ferocious beasts hiding in the darkness. They peeked at our lives and interfered with our behavior. They wanted to steal the victory created by our mixed race. If the dragon clan is not dead, then the world is not controlled by us!"

Anger clenched his fists tightly, gave a passionate speech with a spirit of ecstasy, dancing like a crazy Nietzsche, but there was a sense of qi in the hearts of the people below, and this empathy could be realized.

"Everyone, it's not the time for us to celebrate. Why are our wine glasses raised?" Anger reached out and led to a young man below. The young man was obviously a little confused. He listened to the speech well but was lucky to be selected as an interactive audience. Anger smiled, "Don't look at others, it's you."

This young man was dressed in military uniform and looked like a descendant of a military family. The grandfather of the general who had outstanding achievements in front of him cast an anticipated look at his grandson.

The young man thought for a while, "It was for victory, for us to win the Dragon Clan to raise our glasses!"

Anger smiled and showed some praise, but shook his head, "We did not win. Our wine glass was raised for the souls who were moving forward and sacrificed. We raised our glasses to comfort their heroic souls. Their blood was not cold. Their spirit and their sacrifice inspired us to move forward. We cannot retreat. Facing the dragon clan, we have to hold the sword and we have to swing our deadly sharp edge!"

"We will sweep the dragons into the garbage dump of history, we will write derogatory words on their tombstones, and we will achieve the final victory. At our feet are the corpses of the martyrs, don't let them down, young elites, you are hope, moving towards your goals and enemies!" Angers shouted loudly.

The emotions at the scene were driven, and everyone was holding their breath, raising their glasses and shouting: "Go forward!"

The deafening sound shook the windows of the opera house slightly, and Angre drank strong wine and exuded his passion. The young people in the audience were touched by his speech, and his purpose had been achieved.

Yuan Chinniao held up her wine glass and mingled among the crowd. The young people around her were angry. This was indeed an inspiring speech. The speaker Anger successfully impressed the passionate young people present.

Zero stood beside Yuan Chin Nu with a calm look on his face and sipped the red wine in his hand gracefully. The old madman's speech is indeed an inspiration for young people who are new to the cottage and ambitious, but it also depends on the person.

Yuan Zhinu actually had no touch in his heart. His power was just used for those who care about it. Whether the dragon clan was destroyed or not, and whether the dragon king died or not had anything to do with him. As long as the dragon king did not disturb his life, it would be fine if they wanted to overthrow the sky.

Of course, there are more than two people who understand Yuan Nu and Zero. There are many old foxes who are sophisticated and well-versed in the world and are versed in the ways of interests. In their opinion, Angers' speech was just to deceive children.

There is only one thing in the world that can really drive people to fight for it.

Benefit.

If you lose your interests, no matter what kind of movement or revolution, you will lose your backbone. A world without interests is unimaginable, but it is interests and desires that drive the operation of this world.

Anger kept slaying the dragon. He was just using his emotions to incite the flames in the hearts of the young people on the scene, and was as crazy as Adolf Hitler, raising the Germanic hatred of the Jews to the state politics.

Once these young people enter the battlefield of dragon slaying, they will discover how powerful the worthless dragon clan that was demoted by Angers is.

Unless humans have powerful people who save the world, such as Moses and Jesus, the dragon clan will continue to develop like a shadow, accompanying the progress of human history.

The demise of the dragon clan was just a lie made up by Angers.

They all know where the blood flowing in their bodies comes from. Once the dragon clan is destroyed, the world will fall into an unprecedented major change, and then there will be a real fault in human society and divided into three or six or nine levels.

A mixed race with high bloodline must sit high above the throne, and the people under their feet have to surrender. At that time, the real human beings will be in the moment of disaster. It is conceivable that in the era of slave society, human beings will become slaves, and human rights only exist among mixed races, which is a huge lie.

At that time, young and beautiful girls will always think about how to get to the mixed race of noble blood, just like the ancient mothers who are noble by their sons, and the mixed races will be like the chaotic and dirty medieval times. In addition to political marriages, internal depravity and corruption, and ethics may become empty talk.

This is an unimaginable thing. Angers is a lunatic, very ideal and ambitious, but not to mention how to realize this ideal, just after this ideal is truly achieved, the world may become unimaginable.

Sure enough, after listening to Angers' speech, Henkel did not have any ups and downs in his heart. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Anger, I heard that you have obtained the dragon bones of the Dragon King of Bronze and Fire among the four kings?"

Anger took a photo with the beautiful girls in the audience. Henkel's words made Anger turn back, and he narrowed his eyes, "Henkel, don't you know that the word 'keel bone' is a taboo word for mixed races?"

"Hahaha, maybe it should be called the 'Holy Grail', because it carries the power of the Dragon Kings and is a supreme existence." Henkel recalled and laughed twice.

"You mentioned this matter like putting a knife on my neck and asking me for benefits. This is an unacceptable thing for both me and the Secret Party. I hope you can take back what you said just now." Angers said seriously.

"Oh, old friend, you're really out of the way. Everyone knows that you, Angers, is a moderate. If Gattuso Frost is here, I believe he has now pressed his gun against my forehead." Henkel smiled.

"Everyone likes moderates, don't you?" Anger's gray eyebrows raised.

"Yes, moderates are good, reasonable. As long as there are enough conditions and bargaining chips, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated. We should build a bridge of communication and talk about the joint matters calmly."

Anger's coquettish eyes flashed through his coquettish eyes, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders, "You're right. We negotiated at Pearl Harbor last time, but unfortunately the matter was not completed, but the Japanese bombing was coming, and the world was in chaos."

"Yes, what a pity. Now we can sit together and discuss things about... the 'Holy Grail'." Henkel showed an experienced smile, with a bit of hypocrisy hidden in his smile.

"I don't think there is any room for discussion on this matter. The property of the Secret Party will not be divided to anyone." Angers shook his head.

"It's not about dividing, it's about wanting to invest, it's about becoming a school director or something." Henkel rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Not everyone can become the elder of the Secret Party. I don't have the final say." Angers was helpless.

Henkel was a little anxious. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. His crutches knocked on the ground and argued, "We are sharing a benefit. As long as we unite, we will have more and more property. We can stand on others' heads and stand out!"
Chapter completed!