"What year did Humen sell cigarettes?"

Ange was dressed in a delicate suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on the blackboard.

"Ming Fei, tell me about it."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei retracted his gaze staring at Nuo Nuo's thigh next to him, and stood up, "It seems to be 19 ......."

"Wrong, it was in June 1839, when the British East India Company used the X-piece trade as a cover to go deep into the Chinese mainland to search for dragon relics, and obtained a second-generation dragon skeleton to be shipped back to England."

"At that time, Lin Zexu, the official in charge of smoking ban in China, was born in a dragon slayer family surnamed Lin, and he knew very well about the secrets of the dragon family, and he knew that if this thing was exposed to the British king, it would shake the pattern of the world."

"So he took advantage of the strict order to ban smoking, and found the dragon skeleton out of the box, and destroyed it in a pool on the shore with a large amount of lime mixed with secret medicine." Ange's voice was gentle, "Ming Fei, you have to concentrate in class in the future, I agree that Nuo Nuo is not here to let you stare at her." ”

"It's too godly, isn't it?" Lu Mingfei wiped his sweat, trying to hide the embarrassment in his heart by scratching his head, "I'm sorry principal, I know, I will listen carefully in the future......"

"You deserve it," Nono snorted, "and the class isn't in shape." ”

Ange waved his hand, asked Lu Mingfei to sit down, and looked around the classroom again, "So does anyone know how many years after the death of Attila, the king of the Huns?" How did he die? ”

"I know, I know!" Natsumi raised his hand with great interest, "He died in 453 AD. ”

"Very good, Xiao Mi can know so much about the history of the dragon clan as a preppy student, I have to praise you." Ange smiled.

"Attila did die in 453 A.D., and the year before, in 452 A.D., the first generation of the venerable dragon family, one of the "Four Great Monarchs", the "King of the Earth and the Mountain", Attila the Huns, crossed the Alps and invaded Italy."

"This dragon, known as the Whip of God, has unparalleled power, and his famous saying goes, 'Where my horse is trampled, no new grass grows.'"

"In the era when dragons ruled the world, the city of Rome was his fiefdom, his "temple of the world", and he wanted to retake this city guarded by secret parties, summon the blood of dragons, and rebuild his dragon empire."

"Sounds like a good guy who can fight." Fingal chewed on a chicken leg beside him.

"It's better not to eat in class." Ange glanced at him and frowned, "You...... Haven't graduated yet? ”

"Headmaster, if you don't let me eat it, I won't eat it, why bother to expose my sadness......" Fingal pulled out a cleanly gnawed chicken bone from his mouth, and looked sad, "My name is Fingal, you may not remember me anymore, I have been studying in Kassel for eight years, and this year is the ninth year......"

"Well, hopefully you'll graduate this year." Ange sighed, his heart paused slightly.

Fingal von Frings, he certainly remembered the name, which was once as bright as Caesar Gattuso.

It's just been too long since Greenland......

"Headmaster, what about after you hit Rome? What happened to Attila? Lu Mingfei interrupted his recollection.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, it's like this when people are old." Ange smiled, "The Elders of the Secret Party at the time, Pope Leo I, the Chief Senate Avinus, and the Janissary Commander Triegus all came from the historic Dragon Slayer family. ”

"Under the prophecy of Aquitaine, the leader of the secret party, they changed the architectural pattern of the whole of Rome 42 years in advance, and from the sky, the streets and buildings of the entire city of Rome showed countless dragon scripts, like a flourishing world tree."

"The power of words and spirits guards this city, and traces of the old days can still be seen on aerial photographs, the city of miracles in human history, the fortress of human resistance against dragons."

"Attila is deterred in this city, he is not afraid of the power of the secret party, but the power of his people makes him uneasy, and this city and this land are rebelling against him."

"Leo I, Avinus, and Trigus went out of the city to negotiate, but in fact, both sides only believed in power, and the dragons will always only fight with naked strength on the battlefield, and there is no political negotiation."

"The Templar Knights, cultivated by Leo I with his life's work, poured out his nest and took the opportunity of negotiation to deal a severe blow to Attila, and the Knights were completely annihilated, and Attila was pushed into the "Water Galaxy" that dissolved the silver at the cost of flesh and blood by these knights three times, and his body and spirit were severely damaged."

"He had to return to the army, but before leaving, he got his wish to get the princess of the Western Roman Empire, Honoria, as his wife, and he was entangled with this woman for the rest of his life."

"This dragon is still a big lover!" Lu Mingfei said casually, but his eyes were aimed at Xia Mi on the side.

She quietly looked out the window, as if she was just enjoying the scenery as usual, but in the depths of her eyes, there was a kind of emotion that Lu Mingfei couldn't understand, like the autumn leaves withering and drifting, flying everywhere in the wind, and finally falling on the surface of the lake, causing layers of ripples.

Actually, it's not as calm as it seems on the surface...... Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"That's fine, in fact, Attila, the great dragon monarch, spent his youth at the Roman court."

"At the age of 12, he was sent to Rome for the proton of the Huns, where he received a full education, felt the call of the bloodline, awakened, and met Honoria, who was a child at the time."

"From the analysis of the bloodline, Honoria may be a complete human being, and her relationship with Attila is intriguing, whether they are political cooperation or whether there is a transcendent relationship between them, no one knows."

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"Honoria was the sister of the Roman emperor at the time, and she was of high status, and she offered to marry Attila at that time."

"And the whole Roman court was against this marriage, as if it would lead to the end of the world." Ange spread his hands, "The truth is unknown, anyway, at the age of 46, Arati finally got the woman he met when he was a teenager." ”

"Cross-racial love?" Lu Mingfei whispered, "Then what?" ”

"The next year he died, in a mysterious way, he died violently after a drink, and in his sleep the blood vessels in his nasal cavity ruptured, and blood gushed down his throat, and he suffocated."

"It's like that, as if I'm choking to death when I eat!" Fingal's eyes widened.

He is confident that he will never be choked to death when he eats, because the chief junior and younger brother have a supper together, and they have a good memory, and there is no terrazzo-like throat, and eighty or ninety percent of the supper that each pays a sum of money will fall into the other party's stomach.

"Maybe fate played a joke on Attila." Ange lamented, "This death occurred before he married a young girl of Burgundian origin, Yin Dike, and the historians of the secret party have speculated that Yin Dike was actually a hereditary dragon slayer spy of the Roman Empire, and she killed the dragon king." ”

"And the reason why the dragon king lost the ability to resist is because of his wife Honoria, the woman he has always thought about."

"She had been poisoning him for a year."

"This poison is extracted from the bones of lizards, and mixed with three pure metals that have been refined, which is completely harmless to humans, but it is indeed highly poisonous to dragons."

"The dragon king, who had been battered outside Rome, was exhausted by the onslaught of poison, so he was powerless to resist the most outstanding Assassin of the Western Roman Secret of a century, Yin Dike, codenamed "Emerald Mix", in the wedding tent that night.

"Don't you think this ending is ridiculous?" Xia Mi said suddenly, her eyes still staring at the plane tree outside the window in a daze.

The wind blew, and the leaves fluttered down.

She retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes, a subtle dark color flashed across her face, "A dragon king, just like this, inexplicable, although it's not good, it's not bad, it's not bad......"

"In fact, the end of history is often like this, there is no good ending, and there is no bad ending."

"The end, just the end, a man died." "Interestingly, he was buried the day after his death, and his body was separated into three coffins of gold, silver and iron. ”

This is indeed in line with the custom of the dragons, one of the three coffins hides the "egg" that will reincarnate him, and burying them separately will prevent the real "egg" from being destroyed...... But such three coffins should not be available immediately, he should have been preparing for a long time. ”

"What does the principal mean ......," Lu Mingfei asked, "did he expect that he would be killed?" ”

"Who knows?" Ange smiled, picked up the Ceylon black tea on the podium, and blew it, "History always leaves doubts, and future generations will figure it out, even if they can't understand it all their lives, there are still countless people who follow one after another." ”

"Maybe that's the charm of history."

"Can't it be that Attila really loves that woman, so she is willing to be killed by her?" Natsumi lay on the table, her tone quiet.

Chu Zihang looked at her, and suddenly felt that the girl sitting next to her was unpredictable, and a heavy sadness slowly flowed out of her body.

"What my sister said also makes sense." Lu Mingfei looked up at the skylight above him, and the shadows of fallen leaves were projected on the frosted glass window, and they swirled and fell silently, scraping the surface of the glass with a slight "hissing" sound.

As his words settled, the small classroom on the top floor fell silent for a moment.

"If it were written, it would be a beautiful story, wouldn't it?" Ange whispered, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and looked up at the skylight like Lu Mingfei, distracted.

"Every time I think of this story, I can't help but think of the man named Arati, the female lord of the county who he has been entangled with all his life, and his other woman, the assassin Yin Dike who killed him."

"What's going on between them? Knowing the date of his death, why did he never resist, just drank heavily? ”

"Dragon, you can't understand what the dragon thinks." Xia Midu shouted, her slender calves dangling under the table, "I love someone too deeply, I think, even if the final outcome is to be killed by him, it doesn't matter." ”

"She may have thought about resisting and killing the man who poisoned her, and I'm sure it would be easy for a dragon king."

"But she can't do it, she's completely sunk, and she's greedy for the beauty when we're together."

"Every time she sees his face, she will be soft-hearted, and she will be reluctant to start......"

"In the end, he can only kill him."

Natsumi said as if casually.

"But in the end, she can die in the arms of the person she loves, I think she can be regarded as having a happy ending......"

Chu Zihang frowned, he loved someone too much, was he willing to be killed by him? That's fundamentally wrong, isn't it?

He couldn't accept such a bullshit ending.

Is it true that the female lord Honoria doesn't have any feelings for Attila? Every time she poisoned Attila, wouldn't she feel pain in her heart?

Yes...... He wished there were, even if it was just a little bit.

He was willing to believe it, adding some romance to this sad ending.

Chu Zihang turned his head to look at Xia Mi's lonely side face again, and suddenly had an illusion, Xia Mi seemed to be talking about Attila, the Hun king who had been dominant in the history of the Dragon Clan, and seemed to be saying...... Myself.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, junior sister, are you really emo by the forbidden love between Honoria and Attila?" Lu Mingfei suddenly broke the gloomy atmosphere in the classroom, he stood up and crossed his waist and shouted, "Do you want to become Chen Wenwen?" Depressed about a relationship that has nothing to do with you? ”

"How is that possible!" Natsumi bared her teeth at him angrily, "I look like someone who is so easy to emo?" This girl is an optimist, and she can keep a happy mood all day long! ”

"But who is Chen Wenwen?" She asked.

"My brother's former crush." Nuo Nuo said casually, "It's a literary girl, the kind that often grieves the spring and autumn." ”

"Senior Brother Lu still has this gossip thing?" Xia Mi's eyes lit up, "Talk about it, talk about it!" ”

"Uh......" Lu Mingfei waved his hand, "There's nothing to say, it's just that I am young and ignorant, and when I met my senior sister, I realized how stupid I used to be." ”

"Stupid? I don't think so. Nono pouted, "Aren't you proud of helping her?" ”

"You said you weren't jealous, senior sister!" Lu Mingfei regretted it very much, and banged his head against the desk, "I also explained it to you that night......"

"I can't help it, that's how I am, I'm very careful about what belongs to me." Nono shrugged, "You'd better stop doing things that make me jealous in the future, otherwise I'll remember it for the rest of my life." ”

"No next time!" Lu Ming swore to the sky.

"I don't want to interrupt you, but I have a little test in the classroom." Ange suddenly said, "Ming Fei, Attila, king of the Huns, how many years did he die?" ”

"A.D. 453." Lu Mingfei immediately gave an answer.

Ange smiled, "You remember, don't you?" In fact, whether it is Humen Tobacco Sales or Attila, it is just a personal name and year in history. ”

"Those years, times, and names will be engraved in your mind like a knife, and you can't forget them."

"When history looks back and describes a person's event, there are often only a few crosses."

"But the price paid by those who can leave dozens of words is ...... It is often life, and when their life burns like fireworks, often no one can see it. ”