Frost's palms clenched into fists under the table, and the wounds on his shoulders and chest seemed to ache again.

After so many years in high office, it was the first time Frost felt so close to death.

Reports of treatment later revealed that the sword that stabbed him in the chest was only a few millimeters away from his heart - even the result of his own desperate counterattack.

Feeling the indifferent gaze of the boy sweeping over, Frost's expression was cloudy for a while...... Finally, he bowed his head slightly.

There is no need to add any more shame to himself, that boy is destined to be a monster to bite with the Dragon King.

"What about Angers? Why didn't he come? Isn't an enemy of the Dragon King level worthy of his stage? A cold voice rang out.

It was a pale, burly old man who sat like a thick limestone tombstone, with fine white scales growing from the corners of his eyes and the surface of his skin.

He was looking at Lu Mingfei who entered the door, his eyes shining with a golden edge.

"Mr. Beowulf, the 'Dragon's Blood Lover', the patriarch of the Secret Party, is over one hundred and fifty years old, older than the Headmaster."

Caesar whispered a concise introduction to Lu Mingfei on the side.

Lu Mingfei nodded, he had read the history of the secret party in the "black card area" of the library.

In the era before the Industrial Revolution, Beowulf was one of the most prominent surnames, and the long poem "Beowulf" in Norse mythology was written based on the history of this family.

In the past, the Beowulf family had been the most determined, brave and cruel dragon slayers, adhering to the ancient family motto of feeding every boy a drop of dragon blood crystal, which was a highly poisonous substance, but only after the test of that poison did the baby be considered useful by the family.

Although this method may seem inhumane today, it does not deny the family's contribution to the history of dragon slaying, they were cold-blooded and efficient, and their dead companions were buried and cremated together with the dead dragons, at most playing a harmonica in front of the grave as a mourning.

In addition, the Beowulf family, which is of high-risk blood, has never had a fallen Deadpool that has plagued humanity, and the men of the family will choose to drink the last glass of liquor mixed with dragon blood when they expect to be swallowed by dragon nature, so as not to disgrace their journey and the family.

Lu Mingfei admires the Beowulf family very much, and there is no doubt that they can provide the warband with a source of soldiers with excellent fighting will.

Beowulf frowned in displeasure, and the young man, who was much younger than himself, not only did not feel awe, but looked at him with an "appreciative" look, like a general inspecting a good soldier.

"I know you, Kassel's S-class, Ange's most proud sword," he said coldly, "does he think that a student who hasn't graduated from his aristocratic academy can stand on the battlefield against the dragons?" ”

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised, and his eyes looked back at Frost, who was above the conference table, but the other party still lowered his head and said nothing. After a little thought, he probably guessed what was going on:

Perhaps for the sake of future competition for interests or some reason, the story of his killing of the "next generation" was only circulated in the school board as a secret, and circles outside the Kassel Academy did not know about it.

"Give me the location of the enemy or relevant information, I came here for this." Lu Mingfei said bluntly, not wanting to explain too much.

"If there was such a thing, then I should be chasing that dragon instead of sitting here and chatting with you!" Beowulf said coldly.

"Materials." Caesar snapped his fingers, and two documents were quickly brought to him in the room. During this period, he glanced at his uncle, and sighed in his heart that Frost, who likes to suppress others by force, will also have a day when he is so frightened by others that he can't lift his head.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the information, all of which were reports of assault and murder and attached photos of the victims, all of which were shocking red, and normal people would probably feel unwell and vomit on the spot when they saw them.

In addition to ordinary people, there are many members of the Beowulf family on the list of victims, who first attacked in the guise of accidents, then sieges, suicide attacks, and not only men, but also women and children.

Even the Dragon-Bloodlust himself was assassinated several times, but all of them were saved by his strong personal force.

In less than ten days, the Beowulf family had died nearly twenty good men, and the initiator of directing these Deadpools still had no clue, so it was no wonder that the "Dragonbloodthirster" was so irritable and irritable.

"This is the first time we have encountered a next-generation dragon that has not directly clashed with us after awakening, but is lurking in the special situation of human society, which may have another possibility - the enemy is not a dragon, but a hybrid organization of an unknown force," Caesar quickly finished flipping through the information in his hand and looked sideways at Lu Mingfei, "What do you think?" ”

"I'm only good at fighting, I'm not good at reasoning and searching." Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

In his past combat career, he often began to pour out the emperor's wrath as soon as he stepped out of the explosive gun in the airborne cabin, where was there any so-called opportunity to reconnoiter and search for information.

Generally speaking, Astarte recruits will serve as scouts for a certain period of time before completing the transformation surgery and receiving the complete power armor, and then become official Astarte, but Lu Mingfei's transformation surgery is completed on the eve of the departure of the Atonement Expedition, and he directly skips the scout recruit stage.

"Then we'll have to wait for a new anomaly alert from the local branches, and it's better not to be too far away from Italy......" Caesar rolled up the sleeve of his trench coat and glanced at his golden Patek Philippe watch, "Twenty-seven hours have passed since the last attack, and this is the longest interval between them, and there may be a big attack." ”

"This makes it easier for us to act, we can characterize it as a terrorist attack, and it can mobilize a lot of forces at the national level......"

"What about the artificial intelligence that you Kassel has invested a lot of money in? Why not use it for searching? Beowulf said coldly.

"Do you mean Norma? HER COMPUTING POWER CAN INDEED BE SPREAD THROUGHOUT ITALY, BUT HER POWER IS LIMITED TO THE INTERNET, SUCH AS THE DRAGON, UNLESS SHE WAKES UP IN THE GRAVE AND BROWSES FACEBOOK WITH HER PHONE FOR A WHILE, EVEN THE MOST POWERFUL ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CANNOT LOCATE THE DRAGON. Caesar explained calmly.

"Why don't you speak, Frost? You weren't so quiet when you were dictating to my intervention. Beowulf noticed the unusual silence in Frost.

“…… I don't have much to say. That's exactly what Caesar said. Frost raised his head slightly, his tone a little absent-minded.

"Your Gattuso's bloodline grading has always been so interesting." Beowulf's gaze lingered on the young man Caesar for a moment longer, as for the S-class of Cassel...... In the end, it will be up to the real battle to prove whether his bloodline is worthy of his strength.

Maybe the S-class is a rarity in the Kassel Academy, but not on the outside - none of the dragon slayer families have sent their hybrids to the Kassel Academy.

"Where are you going?" Caesar saw Lu Mingfei turn away without saying a word.

"It's not my habit to sit and wait." Lu Mingfei walked out of the door.

"Let's go have a Sfogliatella together, it's not too late for breakfast." Caesar smiled and followed.

"Come back, Caesar." Frost said in a deep voice.

Caesar didn't seem to hear, and walked side by side with Lu Mingfei and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

"What are you afraid of? Frost. Beowulf sneered.

Frost lifted his head, regaining his former majesty slightly. He didn't answer Beowulf's question, only breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"Do you have any plans?" The Ferrari drove away from the manor, and Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat, blowing a cool breeze.

"No, we can only wait for them to show up, and the men of the Beowulf family are all watched," Caesar shrugged, "Maybe that dragon has a grudge against the Beowulf family?" In that case, we should pull Mr. Beowulf into the car when we leave, and perhaps they will appear sooner. Going to eat Sfogliatella? ”

"What's that?"

"Mille-feuille with cheese, a Neapolitan breakfast favourite."

"Sounds like a delicious food. But I still want to get the martial arts ...... first" Lu Mingfei didn't finish speaking, and instinctively sensed a strong sense of crisis!

A premonition from the prophecy psychionics! Attack...... From the sky!

Several scenes flashed back to Lu Mingfei's mind, and he immediately stood up and hugged Caesar who was driving without hesitation. Gattuso jumped out of the car - neither of them was wearing seatbelts.

Caesar instinctively wanted to resist, but after seeing Lu Mingfei's stern face, he roughly understood what was going on, and let himself be taken out of his seat.

With a "plop", the two fell to the ground and rolled several times, and before they could stabilize their bodies and get up from the ground, they heard several deafening explosions like thunder.

The Ferrari, which was still driving in a straight line on the road, turned into a dazzling ball of fire, followed by several more fireballs rising behind them, the convoy sent by the Gattuso family to Master Caesar, but they were engulfed in the explosion before they could even give a warning.

Caesar's handsome face was covered with dust, and his sea-blue eyes were full of astonishment under his scattered blonde hair, and he got up and looked around warily, but he didn't find any RPG figures.

"It's a drone?!" He raised his head to look at the sky, and under the supernormal vision of the half-blood, he could faintly see three flying machines the size of a grain of rice in the air at a height of thousands of meters.

Caesar is no stranger to this modern weapon, drones were used extensively as early as the Gulf War, and the US army's attack drones hit Iraq's artillery and ammunition depots; But he never thought that he would also be the target of a drone strike!

"Running for me? Or Lu Mingfei? ”

"Let's go, take cover immediately!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Caesar's arm and rushed to the tunnel entrance in the distance, without any armor protection, they couldn't withstand the "baptism" of this thermal weapon!

(End of chapter)