At the Kassel Academy, in the rector's office, two elderly people are drinking afternoon tea across a desk.

It's not rigorous to say that it's afternoon tea, because the outfit in it resembles the sheriff Jali in the western. Gubber's old cowboy, the beer in his hand and the empty bottle under his feet are too eye-catching.

The principal's office is a modest two-story building, surrounded by trees, that looks like an abandoned garage from the outside, but inside it's a different story entirely.

The overall structural design of the house is a bookshelf, the first floor and the second floor are connected, the central patio is a huge skylight, inlaid with frosted glass, the four walls are bookshelves high to the ceiling in addition to oil paintings, on which are placed all kinds of rubbings of ancient books, and the stairs and platforms attached to the bookshelves are high and low, which is convenient for the minifigures to climb up and down in this huge bookshelf house.

The midday sun shines through the skylight on a face full of ravines, making the lines even harder, and the man's skin is like a cracked ancient tree or weathered rock, obviously very old, but the momentum is like that of a young lion.

"Hiccup", the old cowboy burped, it seemed that the sun was a little big, the old cowboy's exposed belly was a little hot, he pulled the floral plaid shirt on his body down, but it still couldn't cover his belly.

"Don't you really need me to help you delete those forum posts?" The old cowboy smiled like a cracked potato, although he was ostensibly expressing condolences......

Recently, the night watchman forum on campus has been so lively, those students don't know who to learn from, and the title of the post is more exciting than the other.

Similar to "Shocked, the centenarian actually has a granddaughter, the reason is ......", "In those years, the girl who chased the principal", "The principal's secret love history. I" such posts are endless.

The content is also more and more exciting, with old pictures full of stories, tear-jerking words, and untold secret love history one after another......

In short, the result was that the former headmaster, Hilbert. Let. Angers has now become a 'good grandfather' whose life is all about lace news.

"No need." Ange said, "Would you like to try the black tea of Darjeeling?" Awesome. ”

"No, the tea stuff is boring." The old cowboy shook the wine bottle in his hand, sat up from the chair with a pout, and his movements were so fast that he actually gave people the feeling that potatoes can be very agile, "You don't really have a granddaughter, do you?" ”

"Really, don't you try?" Ange took a sip of his tea, "I love Darjeeling in spring, it brings the illusion of hope and sunshine. ”

"Ange, don't be confused, you know better than I do what this means to some people on the school board, sometimes I really don't understand you, we both know it's not like this, but you just don't ask."

"When can you tell me that you don't ask such a thing, well, then let me ask you, why do you think I let the executive department go to China?" Ange asked himself, "Yes, as you thought, to prevent some people from jumping off the wall. ”

"Then you know why the man let me adopt his granddaughter." Ange then threw up another topic.

The old cowboy thought to himself, could it be that he took pity on you, a lonely old man, and sent your granddaughter to your old age? If that's the case, then it's really a ghost, and he has a vague grasp of something in his heart, but he has no clue.

"Flammel, my old friend, I'm glad you came down from that bell tower just to care about the family relationship of me, an old man who has long since been buried in the ground, but I didn't expect that you don't even understand these things now, and it's really unforgiving." Ange seemed to be making fun of himself, and he was also laughing at himself.

Nicholas. Flamel, the vice-president of the Kassel Academy, lived in the attic of the bell tower of the Kassel Academy's church all year round, and was also called the Night Watchman.

"In order for you to protect his juniors? No, you are not good enough to entrust your relatives to this part, so what is he for? Flamel shook his head, and he poured another sip of wine without a clue.

"One thing you're right, he must have a purpose, but we don't know exactly what it is, he sent his grandchildren to my eyes in the hope that I would protect them, and he also thought it would help me, he thought I would help his children against some of the people in the secret party."

"He's so confident? Why? ”

"I don't know, but I'll find out soon." Ange smirked.

"But what about the people in the secret party? I'm afraid some people won't let you go so easily, you know, some of them have already wanted to impeach you. ”

"Haha, this is to admire our old friend for being thoughtful, why do you think he handed over the thin-looking girl to me, isn't it just to give me a barely passable reason." A flash of heat flashed in Ange's eyes, "Control that girl, the boy has to think about the consequences of whatever he wants to do, you know, I'm willing to do anything for revenge." ”

The lion will eventually die, but before death comes, there are some revenges that must be avenged!

Ange lit a cigar, slowly brought it to his lips, and took a shallow puff, the smoke rising, and because there was no exit, they turned into a ball in the sun and covered Ange's face.

"That's a sad story."

Flamel wondered if he should hand over a handkerchief, after all, a hundred and thirty-year-old man had finally found out that he had to hand over the child who was holding his coffin to someone else.

Although he hadn't experienced this matter and didn't understand the feelings, it shouldn't be good when he thought about it.

"So they all say that the Chinese are good at scheming, Flamel, have you watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?" Ange said, "After reading this book, I have always been very skeptical that there is someone who can calculate the right time and place and people's hearts so thoroughly, but now I understand a little, obviously I haven't been in contact with him for long, but that guy understands me too well, let me adopt his granddaughter, when did I calculate this point." ”

He may be merciless to a stranger, but he can't be indifferent to a girl who is his granddaughter in legal terms.

Flamel was a little surprised, and after listening to Ange's explanation, his whole person seemed to be sublimated. Although he said he was well versed in Chinese culture, he also organized the Flying Tigers in China with Chennault during World War II.

At that time, the situation in China was already so difficult, but all the Chinese people had a belief that "the dawn is coming", and it was the "will" of this faith that helped them get through that war.

Therefore, in Flamel's impression, the biggest characteristic of the Chinese is their tenacious vitality, and as for now, about what Ange is saying now, he is simply unheard of.

After a long silence, the old cowboy with a figure resembling a potato squeezed out a sentence from his mouth: "Ange, you will be a good grandfather." ”

Ange laughed: "Do you want to see her?" I have a picture and it was a good girl. ”