Beowulf, in the eyes of ordinary people, is the hero of the ancient legend of slaying dragons, sea monsters and giants, and in the world of half-breeds, this is an ancient and respected dragon slaying family, and each leader of this family is called Beowulf.

At a time when the Kassel Academy had not yet been established and the Secret Party was still a completely militarized and violent organization, Beowulf, the leader of the Operational Team, the predecessor of the Executive Department, frightened dangerous hybrids all over the world. Because Ange, who is more dangerous in every way than he is strong, but who will still sit down with you and reason, and who will not give you time to speak, can be considered a nightmare for those people.

It's a pity that this is such a person, after the secret party decided to transform and transform into an academy, because of the discord in ideas, Beowulf rejected the position of head of the executive department reserved for him, and retreated to the second line as a veteran, gradually emerging from the vision of the mixed-race society.

However, when he received evidence from the Senate's Board of Governors about his old rival Angers, he finally couldn't sit still, and set foot at the Kassel Academy again after nearly a century.

Stepping off the train and looking at the spires in the foothills in the distance, Beowulf couldn't help but frown. To be honest, the secret party that transformed into the academy system still maintains the shadow of the former violent organs, and although the executive department transformed from his action team is not as good as before, it still makes some guys hiding in the shadows dare not show their heads.

But he was very dissatisfied with the loose and excessively excessive atmosphere in this college, all the students did not look like students, the intranet forum on that campus was even more demonsy, and the self-proclaimed School of Neurology among students and teachers lived up to its name. And the culprit who allowed this loose atmosphere to grow freely in the Academy: Hilbert Jean Angers, an old fellow like him who had withdrawn the Beowulf family from view for nearly a century, finally met again.

"Welcome! Welcome! On the platform, an old cowboy with a cowboy hat greeted him with open arms, hugged him and stayed like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Silently pushing away the old cowboy who was full of alcohol and didn't wake up, Beowulf said expressionlessly: "Mentor Ferramel ...... No, I'd better call you the Night Watch or the Vice Principal, and what you've done at the Academy makes it hard for me to call you a mentor anymore. ”

This old and disrespectful guy like Ange is just as annoying, but he is much more useful to the secret party than Ange. If Ange, the headmaster, is a sharp sword, then replacing this sharp sword will only cost more time to rebuild a sharp sword. Even if it takes a long time and effort to build a new sword, it is not unacceptable.

But Mentor Flammel, as the vice-principal, cannot be lost, and he cannot be replaced, because the alchemy that has always been held by them in the first vein is the core of the secret party's fight against dragons. If Ange is a sword, then he is the one who makes it. Compared with this, it is just a little bit of abuse of power for personal gain and spending all day drinking, and these are not issues worth going on at all.

So even though the investigation report submitted by the school board listed many of his crimes, Beowulf was willing to give him some respect, provided that he did not violate the core interests of the secret party.

"It really hurts me when you say that." The Vice Principal made a distressed look, "Don't forget that I fished you out when you led the team deep into the Mayan pyramids. ”

Beowulf sighed a little weakly, "Well, I'll take back what I just said, Mentor Flamel. I know you understand what I'm here for, and please don't get in the way of my work. ”

This is also what he hates about him, there are many people, whether it is an old guy like them who has left the world stage a long time ago, or the next generation who is being educated in the academy, whether directly or indirectly, he has received his favor. In particular, the alchemy department of the academy regarded him as the pioneer who led the way, and the equipment department, which had always been in the limelight, could be regarded as half of his apprentice.

Unconsciously, a force that should not be underestimated has gathered around him. If Ange really wants to be a dictatorship, then he may need the support of the majority of the people, but Flamel does not need to, he only needs to express his dissatisfaction with the current situation, and someone will help him solve everything. Thankfully, he hasn't had that trend so far.

"Of course I do!" The Vice-Principal, who had regained his hippie smile, put his hand on Beowulf's shoulder again, "Not only do I understand, but we have the same enemy!" ”

Expressionless again, Beowulf asked, "Why do you say that?" Aren't you and Ange best friends? ”

"Who's friends with him!" The vice-principal almost scolded, and then he winked at Beowulf, "As long as you kill Ange, I will be the headmaster of the academy by then, and no one will be able to stop me from changing the women's swimming championships to the Miss Cassel beauty pageant!" ”

Beowulf's face darkened a little, and he mentally retracted what he had just said.

……

Kassel Academy's Valhalla, in the deepest office, is now a wet market compared to the previous board meetings held here. Many old men in black, with pale hair and walking tools, gathered here to greet each other, and the sheer number of them made the otherwise empty conference room seem a little cramped.

And if you look closely, you will find that many people here are very familiar, and may have seen them in that book.

"That's Mr. Turing!" Guderian's face was full of shock, Mr. Turing, the father of modern computers, who was declared dead half a century ago, actually appeared in the Council of Elders of the Kassel Academy!

"Not only physical strength but also intelligence, the lifespan of a half-breed is several times that of ordinary people. Many of the great people who have left their names in history are undoubtedly half-breeds, and it is not unusual for them to survive to this day. Manstein, who was beside him, explained to him that he looked at Mr. Turing, who had left a controversy in history, "This gentleman was not understood by the world, so he simply announced his death and joined the Kassel Academy." Because this gentleman has always been in the ice cellar where our clearance is not reachable, most people are unaware of their existence. ”

"I've been working with such beings for twenty years without knowing it!" Guderian grabbed Manstein's shoulder and shouted, "Did you already know? Why don't you tell me! ”

"I didn't know that it didn't take long." Opening the hand of his frenetic friend, Manstein held up the list of attendees on his phone that he had received not long ago. It was sent by his father, a fake vice principal, who was supposed to let them know who they were facing, so that they could prepare in advance.

Guderian, who took the phone, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a heavy face: "Do you have a notebook?" The notice of this meeting was a bit anxious, and I forgot to bring it. ”

"It's been prepared for a long time, and I've already written the speech you will use later, so just read it later." Manstein was already prepared, and handed over a notebook with a lot of polite words written on it to deal with the next situation, "Now you know who your two papers have incited, they are all veterans of the academy, and the Kassel Academy is inseparable from their contributions today, I hope you will not be too nervous to speak later." ”

"I know it now......" Guderian took the notebook with a heavy face, as if he had just realized that the matter was really big. Then, with a snap, he tore out the first few pages of Manstein's speech, which he had spent so much effort writing in such a short time.

Then, in Manstein's furious expression of what you idiot are doing, he turned solemnly and whispered to the old man sitting next to them, "Dear Mr. Doug Jones, I wonder if I will have the honor of leaving your true handiwork?" I'll tell you the truth, I actually grew up reading your books. ”

"Absolutely." The old man, who had been greeted by Guderian, looked at him, and then took off some of his classical top hats as a greeting. He took the notebook and wrote down his name casually, obviously like a withered branch but extremely steady.

Returning the notebook to Guderian, the old man said, "I have read those two papers of yours, and they are very well written. If the existence of the White King's bloodline is proven, then presumably the position of tenured professor is not far from you. ”

Putting away the notebook preciously, the solemnity on Guderian's face suddenly disappeared, revealing a smile as if he had been praised by the teacher: "I am flattered by your affirmation, and I am extremely looking forward to ...... with you."

Then before Guderian could finish his words, he was dragged back by Manstein. Manstein smiled apologetically at the patriarch, then pressed Guderian's head and said angrily, "Are you crazy? At this time, don't think about how to protect yourself, what kind of signature do you want, why don't you go and ask for a group photo? ”

Guderian was stunned, as if he finally found that he was really facing a big hurdle in his career, and he said with a little trembling: "Yes, why didn't I think of it...... I could still ask for a group photo! ”

Seeing him actually fiddle with his phone, Manstein almost vomited a mouthful of blood. Then Schneider beside him said faintly: "What he did at this time is right, at least he can gain a little favor from the patriarchs." Do you really think that he can lie in front of these great men who laid the foundation of modern society? ”

This time Manstein was stunned, he raised his head and looked into the hall, those senators who were so old that they seemed to have crawled out of a coffin each had an unforgettable story behind them, their merits and prestige as senators may not reach the level of the principal, but they are not comparable to these little "new professors". In their eyes, their painstaking plans may be nothing more than a child's trick.

Although it was said that it was an urgent meeting of elders, this time the participants were not only those elders who could not see the end of the dragon. In addition to Schneider, who had to attend as the head of the executive department, it was a bit rare for too young "connections" like Manstein and Guderian to attend. Of course, members of the school board who also have the status of elders were also in attendance, but this time, there was less chatter, and every time he appeared, he must be angry with the representatives of the Gattuso family.

Sitting around the long table in the center, the school directors who hurried to the school after receiving the news had different expressions. Yin Lizabeth was still cold, but the ice and snow disguised eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of worry. Normally, the operation of the college is handled by the school board of trustees, and the council of the higher level has not been held for nearly half a century, and combined with the news that Norma has deliberately spread in paper media in order to prevent Norma from deleting it, this time the situation may be much more serious than the last one.

Su Enxi was a little bored fiddling with the information on the table, and when she turned to the page about someone, she swiped her face. In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a dissatisfaction with the investment object, but in fact, if she doesn't lose her face, she will definitely laugh out loud.

The rest of the school directors were uneasy, especially those who were looking to Gattuso's family.

So, in such a noisy and heavy atmosphere, the door of the conference room opened, and the noisy venue instantly fell silent. Outside the gate, two old men who seemed to be close to each other walked in with each other's shoulders.

"Hey, you're young, it's quite neat." The Vice Chancellor waved to the conference hall, as if he were passing by a banquet.

"Mentor Flammel." The passers-by all bowed their heads to him and bowed slightly, confirming Beowulf's fears.

Beowulf kept a straight face, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone. But someone wanted him to speak, and the vice principal clapped his hands and gathered all his eyes: "Look at it, maybe some newcomers don't know this person very well." ”

He pointed to Beowulf: "This, a dragon-blooded man as famous as Ange, Northern Orwulf. In the past, many of you little guys grew up listening to his stories! ”

Hearing this name, there are many "little guys" who show a look of sudden realization, although there are many old guys who are more than 100 years old, but they are really newcomers in front of this one. Although this gentleman had not been seen for more than a hundred years, so they did not have much impression of him, but as the vice-principal said, his name could compete with that of the headmaster, Angers.

The vice-principal took the lead in applauding and winked at the crowd covertly, and the other elders began to applaud as well, and someone in the crowd seemed to shout loudly, "Mr. North Owulf, I'm your fan!" When someone heard the sound and looked, they only saw a flashing bald head. But because of him, the atmosphere began to become relaxed, and there were really many admirers of Beowulf who came forward to talk.

The vice principal smiled and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "In order to congratulate us on our reunion in nearly half a century, I deliberately dismantled the wine cabinet in Ange, for the sake of me making such a sacrifice, let us not get drunk today!" ”

"The Vice Principal is mighty!" The crowd shouted again, and this time those who heard the sound could only see a bright reflection. But that didn't matter anymore, outside the door of the important conference hall, there were beautiful girls pushing wine carts. This attracted many interested veterans to look out, and it was a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that could be collected by the headmaster Ange.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the door of the conference hall was closed, and the girls and wine carts were mercilessly shut out.

"There will be three topics for today's meeting of the senators." Standing in the doorway, Beowulf's golden eyes swept across the chamber, and everyone who looked at him bowed their heads.

He said with a blank face: "First, the discussion about whether Ange can continue to serve as the president of the academy; second, the discussion of whether there is an abnormality in the bloodline of Chu Zihang in his freshman year; Third ......"

His gaze gradually became cold: "There is a discussion about whether Lu Mingfei is of the blood of the White King in his freshman life, and whether he will pose a threat to mankind." ”