Chicago, Kassel College, President's Office.

Several documents sit on a huge desk, and when you look at them, the contents of them feel a little shocking for a moment.

"The recovery of alchemy items in the Middle East has been blocked by heavy fire from local rebels, and I have applied to the Commissioner of the Enforcement Department."

"Texas, B-Class Armed Forces Commissioner Dario Segovia, has completed the pursuit of B-Class prisoner Adam Akin."

"Pacific Fleet Alchemy Missile Exercise Report ......"

This doesn't feel like something that should be in a school principal's office at all...... It looks like it's going to be in a secret dark room in the White House...... But they sit quietly there, like report cards on the principal's desk.

Of course, this man is indeed a self-proclaimed educator, and he is indeed in charge of a special university.

At night, the soft light gives the tea leaves in the white porcelain cup a golden halo, and in the small plate next to it, a sandwich with cheese, next to a cup of black tea quietly stops there.

The silver-haired old man sat slightly upright, his straight black suit set off his tall figure, and a monocle hung on his right eye, which added a bit of academic atmosphere to him. Old but still handsome is a true portrayal of him, with his old-school gentleman's attitude, even if he is already silver-haired, he should be able to easily hook up with girls.

As long as he wants.

The old man usually doesn't stay up late, but once he stays up late, he can work like a machine without sleep for half a month, and today is an unprecedented idle time to prepare to stay up all night, maybe this precious ancient dragon book in his hand is really fascinating, or maybe he has a hunch and is waiting for something.

The spiral staircase is staggered between the bookshelves, and the only window in the dome falls in the center of the ceiling, which is a skylight that dialyses the not-so-bright moonlight into the room, and the red squirrels huddle in the corners of the bookshelves, they are one of the little beings here, but even this place still has the air of age.

Quaint, as if out of date.

The books are in the dark corners, but this silver-haired man is in the very center of the light, he is like a rivet fixed to the anchor of a ship, welded to this place, so that the things of the old era are forcibly torn together with the new era.

All the light and darkness enveloped him, and he was casually dressed in a white suit shirt, with his waist straight, as if a warrior was poised to attack, and he was indeed doing so.

Hilbert. Let. Angers, a legend, is the most respected and respected current president of the Kassel Academy, the greatest dragon slayer, and the oldest dragon slayer of the secret party.

But the dragon slayer also had to rest, and Ange enjoyed the moment of tranquility, but the silence was only short-lived, and at this moment, the cell phone in his underwear pocket rang.

This made Ange slightly stop flipping through the book, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then took out his mobile phone, Ange was surprised, at this time, there would be any characters who would find him through this phone.

This number is not something that ordinary people can know, Ange frowned after looking at the caller ID.

The phone is connected.

"Hey, is it Ange."

Shang Yue's voice appeared, and Ange was even more surprised at this moment and put down the book in his hand: "It's me, it's really surprising, I didn't expect you to find me?" If that's the case, I might be able to fly to Japan to cheer you on, because I believe in your craft. ”

This scene is really amazing, who would have thought that a ramen master in Japan would actually be connected to the world's greatest dragon slayer? Of course, it can't be because of the ramen, but only because of ...... Strength.

"You don't have to, you're just going to get in trouble."

The shirt said lightly: "I came to you this time because I was going to bring you a young man, a talented young man who is extremely resentful of the dragon clan......

……

With the description of the shirt, but at this moment Ange had already stood up from his position.

He heard on the phone all the descriptions of the young man, a genius-like boy who was about to get everything, but was so mocked by fate when the honor was about to be enjoyed with his family.

"Is this world so cruel? Did that kid actually say such a thing? ”

"Similar to you, isn't it? His eyes burned with hatred, and this hatred sustained his shattered newly awakened body, killing the three-headed Deadpool, you guy is lucky that when he was almost too old to walk, a teenager appeared who was like-minded with you. ”

"Why did you save him?"

Ange asked a question, and this also made the shirt at the moment scratch his head more irritably: "How to say, Su An may be able to survive because of me, if it weren't for me, he should have died, but sometimes living is more painful than dying......"

"I let him live alone in the world, and I owe this kid a favor...... So ......"

The shirt sighed, "Hurry up and send your people." ”

The phone was hung up, Ange put down the phone, and walked to the outside world without hesitation, at this moment his eyes burned with a scorching light, as Ueshiyue said, he is already old, although he can still lift the blade, but he is no longer as energetic as a young man.

There is no doubt that dragon slaying eats the rice of youth, and the blood of young people and ancient things like dragons are like fire and ice, either one side extinguishes the other, or the flames burn everything out, and Ange knows that hatred is the best accelerant.

The knife that has been tempered from hatred is the most ferocious, and it is the choice of dragon slaying, and now, a brand-new, hate-tempered knife, although there are still some immature knives that have appeared, and they have just awakened and single-handedly tore apart three seriously dragonized Deadpools, which is not something that a simple "A" class bloodline can do.

"Prepare the plane, tell the Japanese branch that I'm coming."

Ange took out another call, but this time the tone was not as humorous as the previous conversation with Kami-Etsu, but like a general about to go on an expedition, cold and solemn.

If you go to other parts of the world, Ange doesn't have to be so formal, and even needs to arrange for the commissioner of the academy to be there to take the teenagers to the school, but Japan is different.

This place, Ange came once, but that was many years ago, when Ange came to this defeated country on an American warship, and under Ange's iron fist, they succumbed, but now that a long time has passed, and it is time for the rebellious heart to appear.

So, he was going to look for the boy who seemed to look a little like him, and by the way, it had been so long since he looked at this place in Japan...... What kind of consciousness will those people have?