Yin Lisabeth. Laurent did not show any other strange look because of Lu Mingfei's surprising words, but stared at him.

After a while, she replied:

"Absolutely. As long as you think you have the absolute force of Angers and the bonds that are long gone."

"But even if you kill Frost, it won't help, he's just a temporary school director, and the real school director is his brother Pompeii. Gattuso. If someone does attack this meeting, there is no doubt that the Gattuso family will be the fastest to restore order."

"Looks like he's just a push stand-in."

"Just because of Pompeii. Gattuso's life was too debauched, and he wandered in the world all year round, so the Gattuso family asked Frost to act as an agent in various affairs. But despite this, Frost's voice is just as powerful, and if you kill him, you will either hide incognito in this world for the rest of your life, or you will be arrested and spend the rest of your dark life in Chernobyl Deathpool Prison."

Lisa said earnestly and calmly.

"That only shows that the decapitation is not perfect."

Lu Mingfei asked, "Pompeii. Who is Gattuso?"

Decapitation tactics were no stranger to him - in fact, after Astarte was turned into a regiment, Astarte's tactical presence was mostly a delicate and lethal scalpel that stabbed through the heart of the enemy.

The frontal battlefield was almost entirely handed over to the mortal astral army, who formed a frontal line of defense against the ghosts, snakes, and gods of the dark galaxy with their courage and flesh and blood.

Lu Mingfei has performed many decapitation missions, such as decapitating the space battleship jump gang, or killing Tyranid node creatures......

His mind had begun to settle on the Pompeii he had never met. Gattuso.

「…… I don't want to go into this topic with you right now."

Lisa leaned back slightly, clearly refusing to continue with the dangerous topic.

But there was a clear glimmer of light in her cold eyes under her black eyes, as if there was a deep desire for excitement — or rather anticipation of watching a good show.

Immediately, she hid this gaze well, and restored her majesty and indifference as a superior person.

"And what is the weight of your family's power in the school board?"

Lu Mingfei also changed the topic, wanting to know more about this family that might support him.

"Normally we use the word 'voice,' . The right to speak depends on the annual donation to the Kassel Academy – the first place is often the Gattuso family, and the second is the Laurent family."

"But this does not mean that the wealth of the Laurent family is inferior to that of Gattuso, the Laurent family just lacks an opportunity to invest. Although you are the person that Ange values, you can't expect the Laurent family to invest too much in you until you have the capital to stand on the stage and the trust you can give me."

……

At this moment, the door opened from the outside, and the meticulous driver in white gloves held the door frame and waited for his distinguished owner to get out of the car.

"We're here." Yin Lizabeth looked at Lu Mingfei's calm face for the last time, "I hope your performance can satisfy me, which also determines the Laurent family's future investment in you." ….

The girl bowed slightly and walked out of the car door, her black high heels making a crisp sound as they stepped on the snowy marble floor.

"How? Did that time of 10 and 37 seconds allow you to get to know each other better?"

The car door behind Lu Mingfei also opened, and Ange stood by the car and looked at him with a smile.

"No cooperation has been reached."

He bent down and stepped out of the car and said truthfully.

"It's okay, the coming days are long, the last thing you young people lack is time."

Ange patted Lu Mingfei lightly on the shoulder, like an old father comforting his eldest son who had failed on a blind date, and took him out of the parking lot to the building standing in the snow not far away.

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More than an hour later, with the complete closure of the building, there was no death

The meeting that was known to others began.

The light of the candlestick on the long table in the room printed the silhouettes of swaying figures on the wall, and there was a hint of strangeness in the solemn atmosphere.

The faces of the six school trustees were faintly illuminated by the dim candlelight, and their eyes converged on Ange, the only one in the room who had not yet sat down, humming a ditty.

"The one who never attended, still didn't attend."

Ange sat down comfortably on his bench and rang the brass bell in front of him:

"Alright, now that everyone is together, then I declare the emergency meeting of the school board officially open."

None of the six trustees spoke, acquiescing to the status of the "moderator" of the Angers meeting, including Yin Lisabeth, who had accompanied Angers to the hotel not long ago. Board of Trustees Laurent.

Surprisingly, there was also a younger school director next to her, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with golden hair coiled on the top of her head, although she still had a little baby fat and a serious expression, but compared to Yin Lisabeth, who was as cold and noble as a queen, she looked like a delicate Barbie doll.

Among the other old-looking school trustees, they were like delicate flowers blooming from the grave.

Charlotte of the House of Göttingen. Board of Trustees of Göttingen.

A butler with his head held high was hidden in the shadows behind her, and only the white gloves he wore could be seen.

"According to tradition, the first to speak is the school manager who convened this emergency meeting, and he is supposed to explain to you the 'urgency, the state of affairs and the emergency measures...... Well, so I give the floor to Mr. Frost of the Gattuso family."

As the words fell, the eyes of all the school directors focused on the second old man in a wide suit on the right of Angers, whose eyes were as deep as bottomless dry wells.

"I'm glad you didn't say any bad jokes and got straight to the point, Ange."

The old man said in a deep voice.

"Uh-huh."

Ange shrugged his shoulders slightly, took a cigar from his chest pocket and cut it, and set aside a box of matches.

"I'm sure you all know what the topic of this meeting is."

"I remember an outright rejection of the Board of Trustees by a freshman of S-class descent. This is a trivial matter that can be disciplined within the Kassel Academy, and the time of the school board should not be wasted." A middle-aged man rang the brass bell in front of him, "I haven't finished my daily 200-kilometer mountain bike ride today."

He was about thirty or forty years old, wearing a conspicuous bright yellow trackshirt and a bicycle helmet on his right hand — apparently the latter of his words was not a joke. ….

"Oh yes, by the way, what the mission is."

"That's the main topic of the conference."

Frost. Gattuso placed a stack of fist-thick papers on the table and passed them to each of the trustees—including Ange.

There was a brief silence in the meeting, the only thing left for the long table was the rattle of turning pages of paper, and the school board members were attentively reading the documents provided by Frost.

"It's kind of interesting...... It turned out that the composition of the Japanese branch was a yakuza gang. I really didn't know that."

The middle-aged man was the first to speak and make his own evaluation.

"Didn't the Gattuso family also start with the mafia? Half a pound and eight taels."

Ange smiled and took a cut cigar into his mouth and lit the match.

"This is not the time to delve into the history of the Board of Trustees."

Frost said.

"It's true that the autonomy of the Japanese branch has been a bit too liberal lately, and Principal Angers, who was in charge of signing a secret contract with the Snake Eight Clan, should have taken some responsibility."

Another old man on crutches rang the brass bell, "And the task assigned by the Frost school director is in the interests of the secret party - to install surveillance software in the independent intelligent system 'Kaguyahime' in the Japanese branch. However, if this kind of mission is not handled properly, it may lead to a war within the half-bloods."

"At that time, Frost can say that it is the Commissioner's personal behavior, and has nothing to do with the department. They're the best at doing this kind of face-turning."

Ange You

A misty cloud of white smoke erupted from the ground.

"This kind of task should be reported to other school managers in advance before it is promulgated. Did Board Frost treat the Board of Trustees as a hall for the Gattuso family?"

Yin Lisabeth said coldly.

"I can give you an apology and a report afterwards for this kind of thing, Lady Laurent. That's not the point of the situation right now."

Frost said calmly, "I believe you have already read the information report on this S-class student Lu Mingfei."

"Lu Mingfei, a 2007 S-class student of the Kassel Academy, was tried by Principal Angers to launch it as the banner of the secret party. In fact, he did just that, and at an auction in Chicago where alchemy items were recovered, all the hybrids remembered the name of the super hybrid."

"The most memorable one is probably the Henkel family, I watched him chop off a young and vigorous cub of Henkel with a single sword."

Ange rang the brass bell, and with a smile on his face and pride, he made up for the lack of information in the materials to the school directors.

"Oh, I've heard of him. I had a pre-school kid at the Kassel Academy who saw his sword splitting an armored vehicle in two — pretty cool!"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows fluttered.

"Really? A sword cracks through an armored car?"

The young Chancellor Charlotte was intrigued, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.

"It's true, I was there. If you are interested, you can log on to the Night's Watch Forum at the Kassel Academy, which is still very popular."

Ange said with a smile.

Frost rang the brass bell, and his face was calm:

"Please don't digress, the focus of the topic now is the trustworthiness of this S-class cadet, and whether there is a possibility that he has betrayed the secret party."

The long table fell silent all of a sudden, and the interest of the rest of the school directors in Lu Mingfei was completely extinguished by the phrase "betrayal of the secret party".

Ange's gaze became as sharp as a knife, and he did not hide the coldness in it, and examined Frost.

"This is a pretty serious accusation."

Yin Lizabeth rattle.

"Whether this accusation is valid or not is the thesis and theme of this meeting."

Frost stared at Ange, not flinching from the S-Class half-blood's hostile gaze.

He took out a remote control from under the table and pressed it, slowly lowering a large LCD screen at the end of the long table.

The screen lights up, and the first thing that shows is a magnified and clearly processed photograph of a boy falling from the sky almost naked.

The boy held a silver sword in his right hand, and in his left hand, he restrained two large white objects with something black - of course, the most attractive thing was the pair of light wings with obvious outlines behind the boy, and the silver-white skeleton that was like a work of art, like an angel and like a demon.

96.

White Chapel