The entire academy is caught in an inexplicable "game", and at the same time, the central control room on the second floor of the library is brightly lit.

Standing in front of a giant 3D projection, Manstein is suspended in front of him with a 5-meter-high virtual globe that quickly turns to where he wants to see it with a gentle wave of his hand.

It feels like God is fiddling with His creation, and it gives you the thrill of being swept up and the joy of being in power.

If politicians know that there is such an advanced projection system in the world, they will definitely rush to buy it to satisfy their desire to guide the country, s mustache s mustache, s Genghis Khan s Genghis Khan.

It's like the gentleman from the Baicao Garden to the Sanwei Library: "Tie Ruyi, the commander is a fu, and everyone is shocked; Kimporo, upside down, a thousand cups are not drunk......

But Manstein didn't enjoy it at all, and Manstein wanted to die.

Seven or eight red lights flashed on the surface of the dark blue "earth" at the same time, alarms came and went, and the entire central control room was filled with the click of high-speed keystrokes, the hiss of printer work, and the click of mechanical cipher machine translating ciphers, which made his head explode.

Day or night, this is always the atmosphere in this control room, and tonight it will be Manstein's turn to be the hapless professor on duty.

Of course, this is not the most unlucky.

The most unfortunate thing is that today is still the damn "Freedom Day".

As the head of the Academy's Discipline Committee, Manstein was a well-known man as his name suggests.

As the name suggests, Manstein treats financial issues like his hair.

However, as a permanent festival in Kassel, the "Freedom Day" is a regular festival in Kassel, and every year students waste a lot of money on the activities they organize.

Although these funds did not come out of Manstein's pocket, what could be more painful than an iron rooster watching the little treasury he guarded being squandered?

So, long ago, Manstein was associated with "Freedom Day".

Every year, he tries to find some excuse to ask the school board to cancel the funny holiday.

However, it is a pity that a considerable part of the school board of trustees actually chose to support Principal Angers and chose to keep the holiday.

In fact, Manstein also respected Angers very much, but he felt that a day of freedom was probably the only wrong decision Angers made in his life.

Students don't know what saving is, they just spend money to satisfy themselves.

Especially that Gattuso kid.

This kid applied for a considerable number of weapons and alchemy bullets in the name of the student council.

Of course, he wouldn't have guessed what this little guy was going to do with these things, after all, the only one who could use these things was the recently passed "Freedom One Day Battle Royale Proposal".

He carefully read the contents of the proposal, and if you look at the arrangement of activities, whether it is the loss of weapons and ammunition or the damage to the school construction, it is very serious.

These are all green knives.

So why didn't Manstein stop Caesar?

The reason is simple, because there is a note at the end of the proposal: "Any consumption generated by this year's free day event will be borne by the Gattuso family."

Well, that's good.

Although Manstein was a little angry, he still bowed to this wealth, and had secretly forged the report, ready to cut a piece of meat from the Gattuso family.

It was nothing more than dandruff-sized for the Gattuso family.

The arrangement of the event was carried out smoothly until the day before the day of freedom, although I don't know why the young master of the Gattuso family would be so obsessed with the Lionheart, but the academy will not have any losses in this struggle, and may still make a profit.

Manstein didn't plan to care.

Bu！

Plans for an unexpected and wonderful situation on the day of Freedom Day!

Just an hour ago, as many as 70 experts and interns were still busy on the second floor of the library, each facing several terminals at the same time.

It was called the "Academy Secretary", or the super host called "Norma", who was grabbing all the information related to the Academy from all over the world, and finally had to be analyzed and decided one by one.

This central control room is the think tank of the academy.

"The Commissioner of the Executive Department intercepted the smuggling plane in the skies over Peru, and in the cabin we found alchemical equipment from Egypt in 700 BC, which is very valuable! Now they are in complete control," one of the informants wore a headset, hoarse, "but they shot down the plane...... They're crash-landing, begging for help from headquarters!"

"This is the financial reimbursement form, please sign it, our commissioner in Greece is waiting for the funds to be credited!"

The female secretary ran to Manstein in her high heels and handed over a bill.

"$70,000!?"

Iron Rooster Manstein's eyes widened wider than the brass bells: "Such a high amount of money requires them to write an official report to me!"

"It's too late...... They're making deals with gangsters."

"We are the Academy! It's an educator! What do we trade with the gangs?" Manstein was furious.

"The recent serial killings are suspected to be related to Deadpool, the gang knows some inside information, and the Commissioner in Greece believes that Deadpool must be caught before the police can intervene."

The secretary took a breath: "It's urgent, I called directly to ask for money, it is said that the two sides are pulling the trigger and waiting for news, if the money is not in the account...... The other party may think that it is fraud, and they will start fighting!"

Manstein was about to say something here, when a nervous-looking financial expert rushed over there.

"OPEC announced an increase in crude oil prices five minutes ago!"

"Does the price of crude oil have anything to do with me?" Manstein glared, "I didn't buy crude oil futures."

"But the academy bought ...... We bought a lot of money, used more than $1.2 billion in reserves, and if we didn't sell it in time, we would have a huge loss."

"How much is a huge loss?" Manstein covers his face.

"A conservative estimate could reach 200 million ......," the financial expert wiped the cold sweat from his face.

Manstein felt that he was about to reach the ceiling with a mouthful of blood, so he signed his name on the female secretary's bill, turned his head and ordered the financial expert: "Throw! Throw them all away!"

He didn't bother to care about the $70,000 in Greece, and this night he was a person with hundreds of millions of dollars in a word, is it necessary to be angry about the trivial matter of $70,000?

It's really declining to the home, and he encountered this kind of thing just after he started work, and he had to rely on him to support it alone.

In fact, usually the professors on duty are in groups of three, and tonight it will be his, Guderian, and Executive Minister Schneider's turn.

Guderian was obviously unreliable, so when Guderian said that he was used to going to bed early and didn't want to work overtime, Manstein agreed to help him out of the righteousness of old friends.

But Schneider, who has always had the reputation of "steel execution", actually dropped the chain, saying that there was an important academic paper that needed to be revised, and asked Manstein to help him.

Manstein knew that although Schneider was a pig-killer, he thought that the entire executive department was a pig-killer, a group of rough people who only knew how to dance knives and guns, but these people had always wanted to get a few more papers, and they were not lagging behind other professors academically, so they also agreed to help.

But it seems that the world is not peaceful today, and there is no good news that makes people feel refreshed.

"The Armament Department has been testing new alchemy weapons in the Sahara Desert with great success!"

An intern from the armament department jerked up from his chair and raised his arms in cheers.

The ecstatic look on his face ignited everyone's emotions, everyone knew that the Ministry of Equipment was preparing a secret weapon experiment in the heart of the Sahara Desert, and the superweapon that might reverse the balance of power between humans and dragons actually succeeded!?

Everyone raised their arms and cheered, and the scene was as enthusiastic as the moment when NASA announced the success of the moon landing.

Manstein perked up and wanted

Ran over to take a look at the intern's terminal.

At this time, the shrill sound of sirens swept through the entire control room. This is a very high level of warning, Manstein turned his head and saw that on the projection of the earth, in the heart of the Sahara Desert, a flash of red light was expanding, and it had a tendency to sweep the entire earth!

"What's going on? Isn't it a great success?"

Manstein growls at the intern.

"Something went wrong...... At that time, the Pentagon's spy satellite Tungusta was flying over the Sahara Desert and observed our weapons test, which was misjudged as ...... Nuclear explosion. According to insiders, the CIA has reported the matter to the White House, because the test site is located in Libya, and it is estimated that the ambassador to Libya will soon send a solemn diplomatic note...... accusing Libya of secretly conducting a nuclear test......"

Manstein slapped himself in the face hard: I'll just say, when did the crazy people in the equipment department get good news? But don't make things so exaggerated, okay?

"What kind of alchemy weapon can be mistaken for a nuclear explosion......?"

The on-duty professor Manstein's angry cries echoed through the marble corridors of the library.

"The ...... equipped with the Silver Smelter Tactical missiles, combined with mercury smelting, nitrate refined from Vesuvius ash, and the blood of the Holy Child, produce an explosion that can fatally poison dragons in the central area."

"What's the use of this? How many dragons will go deep into the desert and wait for you to blow up? What if he stayed in New York? Let a few thousand people bury a dragon? Your ingredients can kill not only dragons, but also humans!"

Manstein slumped in his chair: "I need to make a few phone calls to solve this problem...... I need a little time......

He suddenly jumped up again, slamming his palms on the table: "The executive department will send me someone immediately!" Send someone! Send someone to the Sahara Desert and clean up the scene for me! Before the Pentagon people arrive!"

His roar was drowned out by a loud wave, the ground shook, and the lights went out and back on.

Manstein fell to the ground, rolled to his feet, and rushed to the window to look out, where a black-red flame shot into the sky in the dark night.

That direction is...... Amber Pavilion.

"What are those Lionhearts guys up to!?? Are they going to tear down the academy!!"

Manstein was hoarse, and he was now starting to feel that the Lionheart guy was even more annoying than the Gattuso kid in the student council.

After all, the cost of this Freedom Day event was counted on Gattuso's head.

But having said that, you can't go too far, right, if you really let these guys tear down the academy, then it's worth it?

Manstein yelled and ordered, "Call me at the Amber Pavilion and ask what that Francis guy is up to!" If you can't explain it clearly, be careful that I won't get any credits this year!"

The secretary nodded, took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed the call, but the voice of a young man with a slight wheezing voice came from the other end of the phone, not a magnetic British accent.

He spoke in Chinese: "Hello, I am Chu Zihang, the acting president of the Lionheart Society, if you want to find President Francis, I'm sorry, he is probably lying in a bar in New York right now."

There was an eerie silence.

Manstein frowned, he knew that this kid from the Celestial Empire, as a high-bloodline second only to the S-rank among the freshmen, many professors were concerned about Chu Zihang.

Moreover, Chu Zihang's instructor is still that Schneider.

Looking at Chu Zihang's style and life experience, this teenager has a high probability of taking over the executive department led by Schneider when he graduates, which can be regarded as a potential stock.

Manstein has always felt that this Celestial Boy is very quiet, perhaps a rare kind of relatively stable half-blood, at least he will not suddenly fall ill and cause something.

But now it seems that he was wrong, very wrong.

In a way, this guy is much scarier than the crazy looking guys.

Now this kind of guy has become the acting president of the Lionheart, and that is the lion

The next president of the heart association is here.

Thinking of this, Manstein's bald head hurt a little again.

Putting away his thoughts, Manstein asked, "What happened in the Amber Pavilion just now, don't you know that the use of lethal weapons is not allowed on a day of freedom? If there are casualties, I will definitely report it to the school board to cancel the free day."

Chu Zihang, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent for a moment, raised his head and glanced at the zombie on the other side of the vegetable field.

Covered in black flames, they moved a little slower, but they didn't stop, like a bunch of wind-up machines, moving their feet with their teeth and claws.

"It really doesn't work......

But it doesn't matter, he didn't plan to burn these things with black flames, this thing has been transformed by Gu Bei, although it is a Qimen creation, but there are traces of transformation, and runes are engraved on it, in addition to the alchemy that Gu Bei has studied himself.

The Qi used to run with the Black Flame Burning Point, but it could not be destroyed fundamentally.

Because zombies themselves have no soul and no life.

It can be regarded as a creation that specializes in restraining Chu Zihang.

But even if you can only slow down the zombies, it's enough, at least to buy time.

Seizing this gap, the rest of the people seized the time to move, transplanting the plants in the potted plants into the vegetable patch one by one.

This thing is different from the game, if you just throw it into the vegetable field, the plants will wither in a short time, so you have to plant the plants according to the normal planting method.

"We are well aware of the rules of the academy, and we didn't use lethal weapons, just now we just attacked the zombies with words."

Hearing Chu Zihang's answer, Manstein was a little down for a while: What is it? Spirits? Corpse?

Father's spirit is lifted?

No, what are zombies?

He didn't speak, but Chu's Zihang on the other side of the phone didn't have the idea of continuing to grind, and said, "If there are no other questions, let's do it first, Lionheart will submit a detailed battle report after the battle."

Before Manstein could react, the phone had already been hung up.

Manstein looked at the hung up phone in a daze, and it took a long time for him to react and try to use the word spirit.

And it didn't work out.

That is, the precepts were not lifted.

That was Chu Zihang lying just now?

Zombies don't exist, right?

But...... Is there any point in telling such lies?

Before he could think about it, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the door of the control room was pushed open, and it was actually Schneider dragging Guderian along.

These two unrighteous fellows threw Manstein here alone, and it stands to reason that they would not be kind enough to come back to help.

Guderian was probably taken out of his nest and wore a nightcap with a Pikachu pattern. Very much in line with his aesthetic.

"What's going on?"

Manstein grabbed Guderian's nightcap and threw it aside, but asked Schneider.

Guderian's eyes were full of wistfulness, and he had an expression of "I have nothing to do with me, I want to go back to sleep".

Schneider glanced at Manstein with a very strange look: "What's going on with us, you ask? The person sitting in the central control room is you, okay, didn't Norma report to you?"

Manstein was puzzled: "Report? Report what?"

The corners of Schneider's mouth twitched: "It seems that Norma is also taken special care of by "him"."

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Schneider's gaze turned to Manstein: "My next words may be hard to believe, but you must believe them."

Manstein nodded, he knew that Schneider's character was rarely joking, especially when it came to big things.

A wry smile appeared on Schneider's ice-cube-like face: "If I'm not mistaken, the academy is now controlled by "him"."

Dominated?

This hasn't happened in Kassel for so many years, but Manstein still chooses to believe it.

Not only because of Schneider, but also Chu Zihang's inexplicable words just now, made him feel that everything today was absurd.

In that case, it doesn't hurt to be even a little more absurd.

Manstein gets to the point: "Who is he?"

Schneider smiled bitterly: "Maybe, I guess it should be the new enrollment, S-class freshman, Gu Bei."

Manstein: "...... What?"