"How do I confess?" Chu Zihang sat on his bed and thought so, he had just sent Xia Mi back to the bedroom.

The lights in the room were dark, and Caesar hadn't come back yet, probably putting the finishing touches on the banquet.

Speaking of which, that guy was really unusually kind-hearted, and he originally thought that someone like Caesar would not care about such a thing.

Chu Zihang sat alone in the dark, and began to wonder why he was so impulsive today, could it be that his feelings for Xia Mi had overflowed to the point that he had to say it?

But the problem of his own bloodline has not been solved...... It was true that there was a solution, but it was unknown whether he would be qualified to get the approval of the sword.

The investigation team of the school board will arrive in Kassel in a few days, Ye Sheng glanced at him when he said this, Chu Zihang was not stupid, and understood that the so-called "investigation team" was probably only here to investigate him, and by the way, he kicked Principal Ange down.

It did use explosive blood, this didn't have to run, he only hoped that the current principal could help him solve this matter, after all, it was not his interest alone, once the evidence was really put in front of him, it would be a catastrophe for the current Kassel administrative team.

What if a miracle happens? He was suddenly recognized by the sword, and he never had to worry about overusing the explosive blood...... But that's whimsical after all.

King Arthur's holy sword was now lying quietly under his bed, and when he took out the sword, it was still dark and covered with rust marks, Chu Zihang shook his head, as if he didn't want to think about these questions anymore.

Lu Mingfei always said that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge.

What if you don't qualify? It's good to be together.

He shoved his sword back under the bed, and as he got up, his eyes swept over his desk.

The book "Shanghai Fortress" recommended by Lu Mingfei was placed in the middle of the table.

"Did you forget to put it back after reading it last time?" Chu Zihang thought, picked up the book and was about to put it on the shelf, when suddenly he stopped moving, glanced at the cover of "Shanghai Fortress", and his heart moved slightly.

He remembered that there was a plot in the book, which was about a showdown with the girl he liked, and it seemed that that method was quite good, romantic and interesting.

Chu Zihang sat down again, turned on the lamp, and followed his memory to that paragraph.

"Very good...... he said to himself, "that's all."

……

……

The opposite door of Chu Zihang's bedroom, Lu Mingfei and Fingal's bedroom, Lu Mingfei was also thinking about some things.

"Hum ......" Fingal on the top bunk rolled over and snored like thunder, he had slept very early today, and it seemed that he was tired from doing tasks during the day.

"It's annoying." Lu Mingfei glared at the sleeping Fingal fiercely, "The dog sleeps so soundly, it interrupts Lao Tzu's thoughts."

He sighed helplessly and walked out of the dormitory, his hands propped up on the fence of the outer wall in a daze.

"Holmes hasn't seen anyone since he came to Kassel, he hasn't said hello to me, and he hasn't even come to see me with Watt, who he said he wanted to see me."

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the more strange it became, so he simply called and said hello. ….

He reached for his phone and found the contact "Sherlock Holmes".

After the phone rang a few times, it was connected, and there was a gloomy male voice on the other side, "Lord."

"Hey, Sherlock Holmes." Lu Mingfei said with a big grin, "Where did you go, I couldn't find you when I came to Kassel, and I still brought the alchemy god Watt you said."

"Back to the Lord, I'm discussing the details of the plan with Watt."

"What's the plan?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Watt...... It seems that a contract has been signed with Kassel, and he will provide technical and equipment support to Kassel free of charge."

"What? With whom?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

"Ange."

"Damn, didn't the headmaster hack him to death?"

"According to him, Ange did draw his knife at the time, but it didn't hurt him."

"None of the philosopher's stones can hurt him?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, thinking that this watt was too awesome.

"Although Watt's own strength is not very good, he carries all kinds of alchemy items on him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a walking treasure chest."

"It turned out that it was the alchemy item that saved his life...... Lu Mingfei was embarrassed, "but he is too ruthless, a pure-blooded dragon dares to break into the dragon slayer's den single-handedly, and why does he think that Headmaster Ange will sign a contract with him?"

"After all...... Headmaster Angers, he's the one who said he'd send all the dragons to the gallows with his own hands."

"This generation of Flamel is standing by, and it will be fine." Sherlock Holmes explained.

"Do you think a single night watchman can stop Ange? Then you may be wrong, Ange has already decided something, and no one can stop it." Lu Mingfei said in his own voice, "An old guy like him usually looks old and improper, but he even carries a folding knife in his sleeping sleeve."

"The old guy never relents, at most he sighs, and when he sighs, he pulls out his knife and cuts, and he is what he should be."

"The fact that he was able to make such a decision can only mean one thing, and that is that his mind has changed."

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Ange in the car after the auction that day, originally he just tried to persuade him, but he didn't expect the effect to be immediate, old guy...... It's really changed.

However, he also knows that this is only a subtle change, and it will take an opportunity to completely change the mentality of the old guy.

And in Lu Mingfei's script, this opportunity ...... He was going to be placed in Tokyo.

It's not just about saying that he's going to be happy, it's not enough to protect the people he cherishes, he also wants to let all the people around him live happily and happily, and there is no longer any knot.

"Lord?" Seeing that Lu Mingfei had not spoken, Holmes tentatively called him.

"Oh, I'm here." Lu Mingfei retracted his thoughts, "I was thinking about things just now."

"So be it, is there anything else to do with the Lord?" Sherlock Holmes said.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, "It should be nothing."

"By the way, Watt and I will go back to Angers' office tomorrow, if you're interested...... You can find a reason to knock through the door."

"I see."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone, returned to the dormitory, and stared at the StarCraft start screen on the computer screen in a daze. ….

"It's time to put it on the agenda." He stretched, manipulating the mouse to slide boredly across the table.

Ye Sheng and Aki's marriage proposal has been successfully concluded, and it is time to stage their own script.

The upcoming Kassel Investigation Mission incident was actually in his consideration, and Lu Mingfei was not naïve enough to think that the Gattuso family would not have any crooked thoughts if he did it all over again.

It's just that I didn't expect the means to be so dirty this time, Frost actually directly released the dragon-shaped Deadpool to frame Chu Zihang, without any regard for the safety of ordinary people.

Fortunately, there were no people on the beach that day, otherwise with the power of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi's spirit fusion technique, it would be light to kill a few people.

As a result, Chu Zihang's crime will also be aggravated, and things will become more troublesome.

"In the last life, the solution to the Kassel Investigation Group incident was ......," Lu Mingfei glanced at Fingal, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the top bunk.

No wonder he was busy with the special tasks assigned by the academy all day today, and when he connected to the news he got from Ye Sheng today, everything made sense.

"It's just that I don't know if this time can be satisfactorily resolved, because it stands to reason that this incident is more serious than the previous life, and the Gattuso family should have evidence in hand."

"Then Frost used the authority of the school director to delete the records on Norma's side, OK, everything is seamless, when the time comes, it is said that it was taken by a passerby, the evidence is ironclad, Chu Zihang and Ange don't want to run."

Lu Mingfei preoccupied himself with the interface of StarCraft's game, he can now

He really didn't have much of the heart to play games, and he didn't have anyone to play with.

"Old Tang, it would be nice if you were here......" Lu Mingfei sighed as he looked at the dark ceiling, "Is there anything you can communicate with?"

But if Lao Tang was there, Lu Mingfei asked him if he had any suggestions, Lao Tang's temper might slap the table, pick up the guy and go to destroy the Gattuso family, thinking of this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but chuckle again.

"That's why I want to get through hyending, it's more important than anything else to have a friend by your side who can fight with you."

He took out his phone and looked at the incubation interface of Don and Konstantin.

"Good night."

I don't know who it was said to, maybe the two together.

……

……

The next morning, the night watchman got up early in the morning and staggered to Ange's office with a bottle of wine.

"Hey, Ange, I'm coming to Onardo." He knocked the door.

"Enter." Ange's voice came from inside the door.

The night watchman opened the door, and was greeted by a dyed green head and a brown deer-hunting hat.

"Ange, you're having a masquerade party in the office?" The Night's Watch asked dumbfoundedly, "Who is this...... The famous detective, Mr. Holmes."

"I am." Holmes smiled and nodded, holding out a hand.

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time." The night watchman took a sip of wine and rushed up to shake Holmes' hand, "Mr. Holmes is here, why didn't you see Watson?"

"Watson, he's long dead." Holmes was still smiling.

"......," the night watchman thought, what kind of hellish joke this was.

"Alright, don't make a fuss." Ange looked up from a pile of drawings, "This is really Sherlock Holmes, I won't say much about the specifics, you just need to know that Conan Doyle originally created the Sherlock Holmes detective set based on him." ….

"I don't seem to wake up." The night watchman patted his head in confusion, turned and walked out the door, "It seems that you still get up too early, haha, even some Sherlock Holmes is here, it's a hallucination, Ange, I'll go back and get some sleep first."

"Come back." Ange said.

"Yes! Sir!" The Night's Watch sneered back on the couch and sat down, "So this is really Sherlock Holmes?"

"You won't be obtrusive from the perspective of a pure-blood dragon." Ange rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, "Don't mention this yet, come and help me see the drawings of these alchemy items, I'm not specialized in this business, and I haven't seen a reason for it all morning."

"Ange, you've changed." The Night's Watch said solemnly.

"Changed?" Ange asked, "What has changed?"

"You used to have a blood feud with the dragons, but now you can live in harmony with two pure-blood dragons." The night watchman was a little relieved and a little melancholy, "It just makes me feel like time flies, time is like water......

"You always have to be flexible, don't you?" Ange smiled, but his gaze didn't fluctuate.

"I'm relieved that you can think so." The night watchman walked over to Angers' table, grabbed a few drawings and looked at them.

At first, he looked at it casually with an indifferent expression, but the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became.

"It's ...... Master Watt handed it to you?" The night watchman looked up in a daze.

"Yes." Ange replied.

"Tai...... It's awesome!" He shouted, almost kneeling down three times to Watt next to him.

"Master, I don't have much culture, so I can only use the word awesome to express my shocked mood at this time." The night watchman was excitedly grateful, "I don't know if the master can accept apprentices now, I can change the court and become your disciple!"

"That's so easy to say, come to Oonardo, people like you are traitors who have betrayed the sect if you put them in the Chinese Immortal Cultivators, and you will be executed." Ange didn't expect the Night's Watch to be so low.

"You know!" The night watchman was so anxious that his face was red and his neck was thick, "There is another saying in China, which says, the morning hears the Tao, and you can die at night

Carry on! After reading these drawings, even if I want to betray the sect, I will be willing!"

"I'm sorry, I don't take apprentices." Watt waved his hand, his expression a little lonely.

"It's alright, Master, just seeing you is enough to make my mouth open." The night watchman fluttered, "Just a moment ago, several alchemical problems that have been bothering me recently have been solved immediately."

He looked at it carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes admiring.

Half an hour later, the Night's Watch put down the drawings and hesitated for a moment, "Master, this technique is advanced, that is...... I'm afraid that the equipment department of our academy will not be able to comprehend it."

"It's for you to learn." Watt smiled, "Have you ever played a MOBA-like game?"

"We antiques don't talk about games, but a master is a master, keeping up with the trend of the times." The night watchman waved his hand.

"I play MOBA games and like to play jungler, which is a kind of character who walks around the world and helps other routes." Watt said, "And if a jungler wants to play a game well, the first thing he needs to learn is one sentence, helping the good and not the bad."

"It means that first help the way of strength, and then consider the way to help the disadvantage."

"I want to bring up your skills first, after all, to put it mildly, the gap between you and your ancestors is not a little bit." Watt said regretfully.

"I know how many pounds and taels I have." The night watchman took an open posture, "After drinking wine for so many years, the alchemy I learned at the beginning has already gone to the dog's stomach."

"Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water." Ange sneered.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door, "Headmaster, may I come in?"

"Lu Mingfei?" Ange immediately recognized the familiar voice, thought for a moment, and decided to let him in.

"Come in."

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