Isn't the Kassel Academy the only half-breed settlement?

To be precise, it's just one of the settlements.

Just like the Celestial Empire has a family, Japan has a snake family, Russia has a royal family, and Europe has a secret party......

Half-breeds are distributed in different regions of the world, and dragon bloodlines go to every corner of the world with marriage.

No one knows how many hybrids there are in the world.

Of these hybrids, only a small fraction of them have been selected to join the Kassel Academy, while the rest have their own way of life.

But because of their blood, they will eventually attract each other and form a sub-society hidden in human society.

A mixed-race society, on the other hand, has its own set of social norms.

For example......

The Kassel Academy is part of the Secret Party, whose purpose is to exterminate all pure-blooded dragons.

But not every half-breed has this idea, and many more are outside of this war, they hate dragons, but they don't see themselves on the side of humans either.

These hybrids consider themselves superior in bloodline to humans and are a third race between humans and dragons.

Because of their bloodline, they age slower than ordinary people, and their lifespans are naturally much longer than ordinary people, and some of their families have survived for thousands of years, and the wealth and power they have accumulated are amazing.

But because of their different positions, they may not necessarily support the secret party.

Of course, they don't turn to dragons either.

This is a half-breed society, with all kinds of half-breeds, all kinds of ideas, and all kinds of families.

Ange put his hands in his pockets, humming an aria, and walked through the glittering corridor.

The floors are cut into marble, and the walls on both sides are covered with famous paintings, from Van Gogh and Monet to Rubens.

The scarlet ceiling, walls and floors, where the sun shines, flow with a gorgeous color between blood and roses.

"I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

A faint greeting, like an old friend from many years.

Ange stopped.

A short figure was projected on the ground, hunched on his back and on crutches.

Ange looked down at the figure and was silent for a long time.

At the end of the passage is a Gothic stained glass that connects the earth from the dome, and the light shines through the stained glass, leaving a dappled color in the corridor.

I forgot to mention that because of their long lifespan, some of these people may have been active in the middle of the last century, so their aesthetic vision is also very lagging behind, and the flashy Baroque style is still popular among each other.

Ange took a deep breath, but didn't look back.

"What did you come to me for? Why don't you come in and sit down?" The person behind asked.

"In Texas in 1899, you shot me, and the moment I turned around, I hate it when you call me behind my back, Henkel, do you still have those alchemy wheels with you?"

"It's been 100 years, you won't still hold grudges, will you?" The one behind him smiled kindly, "You could only delay for 4 seconds then, but now it's more than 10 seconds, right?" Flying bullets can be slowed down by you, so what's there to worry about? And I'm getting old, not the Kuaishou Henkel I used to be."

"But your judgment is so annoying, I'm not sure I'll be able to escape your ruling."

"It's all modern society, don't rely on words and alchemy revolvers to speak, come in and have a drink, everyone is here."

Ange turned slowly, only to see a crimson door hidden in the wall open on the side of the hallway, and a thin old man wearing round-rimmed glasses and a cowhide curly hat nodded at him.

He looked like a retired Texas Rangemp with a frayed badge on his hat.

There were 13 high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and on each chair sat a handsome young man.

They all greeted Ange in the same way, raised their right fists, and showed the silver ring on their index fingers, a thick and simple ring, and a different totem on the huge ring face.

That's their respective family crests.

"You don't look like you didn't expect this, but rather like you're coming to me...... I expected it."

Henkel smiled kindly, but did not refute Angers's words.

He seems to be really a harmless old man, if it weren't for the fact that Ange had suffered a loss under this smiling tiger, it is estimated that he would have really fallen for this guy.

"You don't need to be introduced, do you? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known financier in the circle, our big client, is also the rector of the Kassel Academy."

Henkel sat down at the table and motioned for Ange to sit casually: "How many years have we not spoken, Ange?"

"The last time was on December 7, 1941, at Pearl Harbor, and our negotiations were interrupted in the middle of our negotiations by an aviation alert, and the damned Japanese bombed that day."

Ange sat down in an empty chair next to him and lit a cigar.

"Yes, I remember, World War II, the United States declared war, and negotiations for an alliance between us were suspended."

Henkel nodded, with some emotion: "More than half a century has passed since the pause."

"This is the family representative of your generation?"

Ange glanced at the well-dressed young men.

Henkel nodded: "Excellent young men from various families."

"Some of the old guys from your generation are dead, some are lying in hospital beds with oxygen tubes in their throats."

"Bloodline is a tragedy for them, there is no sudden death due to disease, but only the slow failure of the organs...... After all, if the genes are not perfect, they can only be regarded as half dragons."

Henkel sighed: "I'm also old, I see that you are still as vigorous as a young man, I really envy you, if you go to the bar, there will be a little girl who will be tempted by a handsome old man like you, right?" I love that Maserati you drive."

"Don't beat around the bush," Ange puffed out of his cigarette, "you should know why I'm here today."

"When you get older, you don't get angry, and it's easy to hurt your body." Henkel picked up the champagne from the ice bucket, poured a glass and handed it to Angers.

"Actually, I'm still quite young, and when I go to a bar, there are little girls who have a crush on me."

Angers raised his glass and countered with Henkel's words.

"You should know that I have always had zero tolerance for this kind of thing, so if this matter has nothing to do with you, Henkel, you'd better not set yourself on fire."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and Henkel took two steps back, showing that he had no intention of making enemies of Angers, while the young people looked at each other in anticipation.

They looked at each other with a solemn look in their eyes.

In fact, they were always wary of Angers, and before the conversation began, they decided on the principle of listening more and talking less.

In fact, these people are just shields pushed out by the family, and there is no need to fight with Ange.

Henkel is the one they put out.

Not for anything else, because he is the peak of the half-breed family's combat power, and he is the only one who has the potential to hurt Ange, and at the same time has an old half-blood with Ange.

In their perception, Henkel had the conditions to allow Angers to talk on an equal footing.

But now, Henkel's decisive retreat has left them a little overwhelmed.

They lit up their golden eyes and stared at Ange.

Everyone has heard of the name of this silver-haired old man.

The headmaster of the Kassel Academy, the earliest member of the Lionhearts, and the organizer behind the slaughter of the Dragon King......

Such an old guy is a sharp knife, and if you want to reach out and grab the blade, you have to have the awareness that your hand has been cut and bleeding.

And among the hybrids, one thing is well known, and that is that Ange can't accommodate dragons.

This is the reverse scale that belongs to this old dragon.

Nothing else matters, only this thing is absolutely not allowed.

Why did Ange come here today?

Why are you sitting here?

In fact, everyone knows what happened this time.

The mastermind didn't care for the time being, but everyone present more or less put their hands in it and fished out something.

Perhaps with that alone, Ange couldn't decide that they were working with dragons, but no one dared to bet, no one dared to test whether the old guy would turn his face over this inappropriate question.

But unexpectedly, Ange did not appear very angry, but drank slowly, and talked calmly: "I always thought that although you families have no money, at least you will be as noble as your predecessors, and stick to the honor of nobility, but now it seems that I am overestimating you, and your methods are much dirtier than I thought."

"We must always fight for the ideals of our ancestors, not die in bed like our fathers."

A young man stood up, with an artist's mustache and an impassioned tone that reminded Angers of the German dwarf who had started the Great War.

Ange knew very well that ten out of ten of the young man's words could not be trusted.

For them, the ideals of their ancestors are no different from shit, and the old and dead fathers are even more nonsense, their grandfathers are much younger than Angers and Henkel, and maybe they can carry the thighs of young girls to charge into battle.

He asked, "And what are your ideals?"

The young man opened his hands and exclaimed, "Eternal life, that is the power that belongs to the dragon king, and we are gradually taking this power into our hands."

"Your Excellency, Headmaster! Sacrifice is inevitable, it is the honor of ordinary people to pave the way for our evolution with the lives of ordinary people, history is the wheel of steel, there are always some people under the wheel, this is the inevitability of history!"

"Even if we can't kill the dragon kings, we can take their power, and as long as we don't, the hybrids will evolve at the top of the tree, and humans can't compare to us."

The young man took a deep breath: "We will be ...... New dragons!"

"New ...... Dragons ......"

Ange clapped his hands, "Well said!"

With a word of appreciation, Ange himself poured a glass of champagne and held it up in front of the young man.

The young man was praised by Ange, his neck was bent like a victorious fighting, and he was about to take the wine glass from Ange's hand triumphantly, but the next second......

"Bang!"

The goblet exploded directly in the young man's face, and the golden champagne flowed down the neckline of his suit to his chest, and the young men around him jumped up from their positions in shock, but the young man with the mustache did not dare to act rashly.

In front of him, Ange spun a folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand, the light of the blade flashed on the young man's jaw, and the unique pattern of Damascus steel spread all over the blade, frantically beautiful.

Ange's mouth hummed a ballad at some point, and he lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression focused.

The young people were stunned, but they heard the song, the aria "The Magic of Rhine Gold" from Wagner's "The Ring of the Nibelungen".

Alberich the dwarf marveled at the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine, but the three goddesses mercilessly laughed at his ugliness and extravagance, so he angrily stole the gold and forged it into a ring of power, and was doomed to lose his happiness.

The young people were vaguely aware of what Ange was hinting at.

"The ideals of our ancestors...... You're glad it's not Frost who is here to talk to you today, and while that guy is really obnoxious, he's a radical in the truest sense of the word."

"A moderate like me can smash Amosu's wine in your face and scare you, and if you let Frost hear what you just said, that guy will probably send you straight to meet your old father."

"Hey, Ange, don't be angry with the kids."

Henkel said lightly.

Ange took a puff on his cigar, "You have to educate, you know I'm an educator."

"Young man, don't you know that you are a dwarf in the eyes of the pure-blood dragons? You don't have their bloodline completely, you talk big and have low self-esteem. New dragons? Usurpping power? Immortality and immortality? No kidding, you

Just trying to steal the gold."

He puffed a puff of smoke on the young man's face, "Your speech on history is wonderful, yes, great success always comes with sacrifice, when I was young I was studying at Trinity College, and the teacher also said that those who hold power should stand on a higher place to see history, just like standing on a mountain overlooking a war, those people trample each other like ants and die, but you don't feel pain, because they are too far away from you, you are personable, and there is not a single trace of blood on your sleeves, you are so handsome!"

"But I can't, because my position is not on the top of the mountain, I am in the middle of the battlefield, and every minute and every second there are people dying around me, whether they are half-breeds or ordinary people, their pain surrounds me, I see their faces, their blood, their broken bodies, every face is familiar to me, all my companions."

"Henkel, I've never been a calm person, have I?"

"You're not."

Henkel said lightly, "You're just cool."

"So I've killed Redeye. Can you tell the wheel of history to a red-eyed man?"

"I can't."

Henkel agrees.

"Henkel, I suggest you teach your children more simple life principles, their set of things does not apply to red-eyed outlaws, nor is it suitable for intrigue with dragons, at least let them understand who they are."

Ange flicked off the cigarette butt of his cigar: "Don't tell me anything new dragons, all dragons, whether born or pretentious, are my enemies!"

"Whoever has been my enemy has ended badly."

"If you can't get along with them, I can ask Frost to give them a free lesson."

He patted the young man's upright and wooden face, and pushed the door open.

(End of chapter)