The atmosphere in the academy has been a bit weird lately.

Although the teacher of the dragon genealogy class still likes to talk about the consciousness and preparation of dragon slaying, the professor of the alchemy principle class still imitates the style of the night watchman as always, with a wine bottle in one hand and a book in the other, and proudly feels that he is one step closer to the greatest alchemist in the world.

But some of the things that can't be said have changed.

Lu Mingfei curled up in the quilt while nibbling on the sandwich he bought last night for breakfast, while operating the mouse to ramble around the computer.

It wasn't until he finally opened the school forum and refreshed the headlines several times that he realized what was wrong.

It's so calm.

Of course, the maniacs of the Armament Department are not stopping for a day to conduct various explosive experiments, the Executive Department is conducting daily grave-digging expeditions around the world, the night watchman stays in the clock tower day after day, and the Headmaster is said to be on an annual spring trip.

No matter how you look at it, it's the usual routine at the Kassel Academy, but only if it's supposed to happen when everything is fine.

It was clear that Mercer had only been out of the academy for about a month, but it was as if everyone had forgotten about him.

Not only that, but immediately after his defection, Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society, and Zero, the unusually beautiful vacuum queen, also lost their movements.

On the one hand, Zero's information on the college beauty list has not been updated for about three weeks, but it has only aroused the resentment of some idiots who love beautiful schoolgirls in private, and no one has posted complaints about how the college paparazzi are incompetent.

On the other hand, the Lionheart Club, which has temporarily separated from the main backbone, should have lost the upper hand in the daily fight with the student union, but at this moment, the student council seems to be abiding by some tacit regulations, and the large dance party that was originally scheduled to be held has also been postponed indefinitely, which greatly disappoints many single men and women who have begun to dress up carefully before the dance.

After all, relying on the financial resources of the Gattuso family, it is already a practice of the student council to hold a large dance party every year to sweep the limelight of the Lionheart.

Caesar, who had a flamboyant personality, suddenly fell silent, and was no less surprised than the ascetic Chu Zihang who suddenly learned to enjoy himself.

"What are you thinking about early in the morning?"

Fingal's convention is to dress up in a small white vest + big gray pants + flip-flops, and he doesn't care about the temperature below 10 degrees in the academy, and his strong tendons and flesh seem to be as thick as his nerves.

"I'm wondering when the money you owe me will be paid."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes angrily, this product paid off his debts after making a lot of money for the official briquette washing last time, but the credit card limit was still in a semi-overdrawn state, and he needed to help him from time to time.

"Ahaha, everyone is a brother, talking about money hurts feelings, hurts feelings."

Fingal rubbed his head wryly, then changed his tone.

"I don't care about you, if you want to open something. Emotional sadness, sorrow, as long as you can think about it, it's not a big deal. Drinking to kill your worries is not only expensive, but also useless. ”

“…… Well. ”

Lu Mingfei silently looked at the few dozen empty bottles on the side of the bed, and he didn't know what it was like.

He thought he was an optimist, but the news of Nono's engagement to Caesar still rushed in front of his eyes from time to time, stirring up a violent wave that swirled around the world.

At first, he thought it was anger, so when he took the physical fitness class, he slammed the sandbag more attentively and with his fists, in exchange for the grinding off of a layer of skin and the exhaustion of his body.

So he began to think about whether it was sad or not.

After watching a few old domestic comedy films, he rubbed his sore stomach while laughing, while covering his forehead, and he was dazed in the lingering violent waves.

Then he drank a bottle of beer and felt a lot better.

Then there were a dozen and a dozen beers, but a little lackluster; Switching to cheap red wine, it is sour and difficult to drink. Whiskey gives him a bit of a feeling like drinking piping hot alcoholic hot chocolate, and it's easy to feel nauseous when you drink too much.

I just tried the domestic liquor yesterday and found it surprisingly useful.

'That's emptiness, my dear brother. ’

The voice of the little devil came to his ears, and he was unmoved, as if he had heard nothing.

'Emptiness is the most violent poison, it destroys one's mind, destroys one's dreams, destroys one's emotions. Even if it were left in its place, countless people would die as a result. ’

In the meantime, the little devil no longer appeared in front of him, but only whispered in his ear - but more often. So much so that he is accustomed to having such a person who can say a few words when he is bored, so that he unconsciously agrees, or complains in his heart.

To make matters worse, there is no antidote to emptiness. ’

I don't know if I noticed Lu Mingfei's attitude of no longer resisting, and the little devil's voice became a little lighter.

'Anger can be vented with violence, to abuse; Envy can be satisfied by destroying those that are good; If you are greedy, you will plunder......'

Emptiness alone cannot be filled. It's like multiplying 0 by any number, and the result is still zero. ’

"And the end of all feelings is emptiness."

Fingal was long gone, and in the empty room, he spoke to a figure that didn't exist in the air.

"I really don't know who summed up the so-called seven original sins, it's just nonsense."

'It's not surprising,'

Amazingly, even though he couldn't see the existence of the little devil, he knew that he was shrugging his shoulders at this moment with a nonchalant attitude.

After all, the humans and dragons of the past were too young to be easily confused by what was in front of them. ’

'Thousands...... years later, the ...... who survived The dragon kings have come to understand that the only thing that can truly be called original sin is emptiness. And human beings, who are still struggling with those lowly things, are really not lucky or sad. ’

"Probably both."

Lu Mingfei replied hastily and ended the conversation.

After holding one hand and turning half a circle in the air, he landed on his slippers with ease, and his knees were only slightly bent a few centimeters, indicating that he had just jumped from a height of one person.

I don't know since when he was no longer the useless scrap wood who couldn't do anything.

Even without any exercise other than physical fitness classes, his body is getting stronger day by day, reflexes more quickly, and his strength is stronger. Maybe this is the 'bloodline awakening' that I talked about in class, but a half-breed who awakened so late like him has never appeared in the history of the school.

Locking the door of the bathroom, Lu Mingfei looked in the mirror and carefully removed the season-throwing black contact lenses.

Remembering that the cold president of the Lionheart Club used to sneakily hide in the toilet like this, using the small mirror he carried with him to ensure that the contact lenses were not deviated, he couldn't help but laugh out loud with an inexplicable sense of dislocation.

He wasn't going to reveal his suddenly awakened bloodline, and that strange spirit called 'Don't Die'.

Everything that had happened recently made him feel uneasy, as if a huge whirlpool had quietly formed, swallowing everyone one by one: Mercer, Chu Zihang, and Zero......

Sooner or later, more people will be involved, and probably he won't be able to escape.

But will he become another Chu Zihang?

Excellent and powerful, cold and correct, able to turn the tide and kill a dragon king alone at a critical moment.

The golden pupils reflected in the mirror, and the glittering light was not old-fashioned majesty, but something else.

Of course, no.