"Nan Feng, calm down!" Nan Feng, who was in a madness, heard a familiar voice, but at this moment his mind was in chaos, "These are just illusions, don't get deeply trapped in it!"

"This voice... is so familiar." Lost Zhong Nan Feng was stunned, as if he was waking up from a dream, "Yes... I was obviously still in the principal's office just now, so everything here is just... fake!"

Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, then the dark space began to fall apart like a mirror falling to the ground. Countless white light penetrated through the black cracks, instantly illuminating the surrounding space.

Nan Feng then came to his senses, staring at his hands with a dazed look, and he had returned to his normal appearance.

Suddenly, Nan Feng felt a strong hand slap his shoulder. He slowly raised his head and the principal's worried face appeared in front of him.

Just as he woke up from the state of spiritual vision, Nan Feng's consciousness had not fully recovered for a while.

"What's wrong with me just now?" Nan Feng said, his tone full of matches, as if he had a long nightmare, and his back felt cold.

"Congratulations." Anger's face was full of smiles. "If you pass the Spirit Vision, I can be sure that your bloodline is 'S' level. You don't have to take the '3E' exam next week. I will say to Goodrian, you can pass the test without a try!"

"This...this is over?" Nan Feng was stunned, "Isn't it a bit perfunctory..."

"Are you questioning the authority of the principal?" Anger's face darkened, as if he was anxious to deal with something, and he didn't want to continue talking to Nan Feng. "From today, you are a formal student of Kassel College. I look forward to your performance. If possible, I hope you can become the backbone of the college's future."

After Angers finished speaking, he returned to his seat again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Nan Feng knew that the conversation was almost over. After bowing politely again, he walked slowly towards the door.

"Oh, there is another thing I forgot to say." Looking at Nan Feng's back as he was about to leave, Anger suddenly said solemnly, "Don't tell anyone any scenes you see in the state of spiritual vision today, even your mentor Goodrian, can't do it."

Hearing Anger's words behind him, Nan Feng stopped his pace again. He didn't know what Anger's intention was for a moment, but he could only nod in obedience.

After Nan Feng left, Anger sat alone in the chair and was silent for a long time, as if he was still recalling what had just happened. Then, he called Professor Guderian.

"My dear Principal Angers, what's wrong with me?" Goodrian's tone was very enthusiastic. After all, he would be rated as a tenured professor at Cassel College this year, and the principal's opinion was very critical.

"Appoint a good student for you. If you can train well, the title of tenured professor this year will be stable." Angers said directly.

Judging from the rushing breathing sound on the other end of the phone, Angers' strategy is indeed effective.

"Uh..., when you arranged for Finger to me seven years ago... that was the same." As if thinking about something, Goodrian said with some conscience, "That guy has not graduated yet, and I have been in the position of associate professor for so many years."

"..." Angers didn't know how to go on for a while, and he said after a long silence, "You know, I have always been optimistic about you. Finger was indeed the strongest genius in that class. Of course, if there was no Greenland incident, I can't blame me. I can guarantee you that as long as you can let the students I arranged for this time graduate, the tenured professor would take it casually."

"Oh?" Goodrian suddenly became interested, "That student, there seems to be no outstanding students this year, is it that Nan Feng who is very popular recently..."

"That's right, it's him!" Anger said with a smile.

"Why do I feel like you are putting a trap for me..." Goodriander's tone became even more depressed.

When Nan Feng first entered the academy, Guderian did want to "recruit him", but he was sure that Nan Feng was a useless man when he got the news from various channels!

The kind of fighter among the waste.

"Don't worry, this time is definitely reliable because... he is 'S' level." Angers's words were very important, and he expected that Goodrian had no reason to refuse.

"S-class?" Goodrian's tone became excited in an instant, "Principal... Are you sure we are not distant relatives? I suddenly realized that you are much more kind."

"Haha, it's really a bit like saying 'relatives'. Your grandfather and I were comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, so I'm very optimistic about you. Every time I see your face, I always remind me of the glorious years of my youth."

Angers said, with a little vicissitudes in his tone, "I'm looking for you today, just to ask you to help me pay more attention to him. His bloodline is too strong, strong and a little unstable. All he must be in our sight at any time and be completely controlled by us."

"That's necessary!" Guderian did not think about the "little bit" in Anger's mouth, and agreed happily, "Thanks to my dear Principal Anger, thanks to my great-grandfather, I promise to complete the task!"

I don’t know how excited Guderian was at this moment, but his mind was full of how to become a tenured professor and reach the peak of his life.

But he seemed to have forgotten that when Principal Angers arranged Finger to him, he was so excited.

Then...one set lasts for seven years, which is even more unreliable than the greenest stock market.

If nothing unexpected happens, with Nan Feng, Guderian's dream of professor would probably be shattered.

Angers didn't know that Guderian felt complicated in his heart at this moment. After hanging up the phone, his thoughts were still immersed in the previous scene.

When Nan Feng had spiritual vision just now, the golden light bursting out from his eyes was something Anger could not see directly. It was a kind of suppression from the depths of his bloodline and fear from the depths of his soul.

You know, Angers' bloodline is ‘S+’, the top mixed race, and he is the human closest to the monarch at present.

It is conceivable that there are only a few legendary existences who can suppress him so much.

Especially the black scales faintly appeared on Nan Feng's hand at the last moment. Although they only appeared for a moment, they were still a little illusory, Anger still recognized them at a glance.

At the same time, he could also clearly feel that the power and soul in Nan Feng's body seemed to be far from fully awakened.

So, a bold idea began to emerge in his mind.

A thought that seems to anyone is extremely crazy, which is something that only a madman can think of. But Angers thinks that the most crazy thing is to deal with the dragon clan.

Only demons can truly kill demons!

Angers could clearly feel that his vitality was weakening. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he was indeed old and far from the combat power he had when he was young.

Now, there is almost no one who can shoulder the heavy responsibility of sealing the Dragon King in the new generation. Angers is actually a little scared in his heart, afraid that after the older generation of dragon slayers grow old, the new people can only tremble under the power of the Dragon King.

The most important thing is that more than a century of experience in slaying dragons and the sacrifices of countless close comrades made him gradually tired of this endless battle with dragons.

He wants to completely end all this in his lifetime!

He wanted to carry the dragon kings' heads and throw their blood to the graves of his comrades. Perhaps at that time he could retire with peace of mind and return the wave of the times to his next successors.

A century of persistence is the only way to accompany the anger of revenge and the pain of separation of his close friend. He is tired and exhausted, and he wants to end all this!

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