Each generation of Nicholas Flamel will make a grand declaration in front of the whole world, that any alchemical product of Flamel is flawless, and that the symbolic dragon text makes the rules and elements form a perfect closed loop in the realm, and no one can infiltrate into it, either stop or break it head-on with absolute power and power.

And the mentor of this generation, the Night's Watchman, before settling in Kassel and becoming an old otaku, was simply a lawless dragon, domineering the works of the rest of his colleagues at the alchemy meeting of the secret party, but no matter how angry those gray-haired or young and proud masters were, they could not change the fact that the level of European alchemists could only bow at the feet of Flamel.

The realm of the Night's Watch is certainly perfect, but at this time, the ownerless alchemy matrix is all operated by the living spirits in it, not by the old cowboy who has drunk too much and is lying on the sofa in a coma.

Alchemy can be summed up in a simple sentence, it can be said that it is the process of killing matter and then regenerating it, and the most important part of regenerating matter is the guidance of living souls.

After dealing with living beings for several years, Chen Mo understood that there were flaws in the thinking of these seemingly intelligent spiritual creatures, and with the help of the bronze plate that he had purchased with a lot of money, he successfully usurped the control of this matrix.

Patsy sensed the world's malice towards him, if the alchemy matrix just now was just a normal defensive attack, now the living spirit inside was as crazy as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and the surface of his cross amulet even began to crack.

"Who the hell are you?" Patsy was skeptical of the mysterious man who hadn't been affected by the insane defenses.

"Stay here, Second Young Master of the Gattuso family, no one will answer your every question, I am not a mentor who teaches you court etiquette." Chen Mo turned his head and picked up the document that was thrown on the ground when Passy drew his knife.

He flipped through it casually, "Dragon Relics Development, Investor: Georges Laurent, the phenomenon speculates that there may be sub-species bones, and the estimated time for the investor's inspection is ......"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and he said, "Look what I found?" Are you planning to assassinate your allies in the Secret Party? Did Gattuso really feed all the secret party covenants he signed to the dogs? ”

Patsy's expression was in shadows, and he was silent and silent.

Then the man's tone under the mask became more and more mocking: "Oh, I'm sorry. It seems that the secretary of the head of the family does not know much about the family's schemes, and after all, you are just Gattuso's pet. ”

"What the hell do you know?"

"I don't know much, and I don't know much, but shouldn't you care about yourself than care about me? Mr. Secretary. ”

"The fungus doesn't know the obscurity, the cockroach doesn't know the spring and autumn, the short-lived ghost should think about what he wants to do, don't be a dog for a group of old things who live here."

In the next moment, the furious second-generation living spirit truly broke through the protection of the cross in his hand, and the spiritual impact made him faint in an instant.

It was as if Patcy had a bizarre dream, as if she had fallen into a very deep ocean, but surprisingly the water was not cold, but rather warm.

When he woke up, he was lying in the school hospital in Kassel, the warm sunlight shining through the window, the intravenous needle in his hand constantly delivering glucose solution to him, and on the bedside table was a bottle of medicine and a note, which was in Frost's handwriting, telling him to return to the family as soon as possible to explain the situation.

Frost dialed Angers at the first time before receiving Patsy's scheduled contact, and on the surface Angers and Frost did not deal with each other, this was a contradiction between the school board and the Kassel Academy, and no one wanted to see such an important research base and the labor market completely become Angers' bargaining chips rather than a shared cake.

In fact, as the principal of Kassel, Ange already controls most of the power, including the hidden departments, and the school board can only limit Ange through investment and voting within the secret party. Gattuso, as a representative of the hardliners, needs to make clear his hostile position against Angers.

But Patsy is an important part of the family's great plan, and the leak of information about this mission will also cause turmoil within the school board, and this is not what they need, Gattuso hopes to quietly weaken the influence of the remaining school directors before the scheduled time comes, and compete for a greater voice, rather than detonating the fuse of the half-breed civil war in advance.

Ange was dancing at a graduation reception when he answered the call, and among the young graduates, he hugged the young and beautiful students and became the focus of the audience. The fact is that Ange was a learned educator in class, and at the party he was back to the playboy of the Cambridge school grass of a hundred years ago, with the students on the dance floor looking at their principal with admiration, the boys admiring the graceful and skillful dance steps, and the girls glaring at Ange's dance partner eager to dance with him instead.

After rejecting another beautiful girl's invitation, Ange had just answered the phone when he heard Frost's righteous words.

"My secretary lost contact during a visit to the Ice Cellar, and as the Academy's Overseer, I need you to keep my secretary safe and return him intact to the family."

"It seems that your secretary illegally visited the ice cellar and was attacked by defensive measures?"

Frost and Ange were silent.

"The matter is urgent, and I didn't submit an application for a visit, so as a school manager in Kassel, do I still need to make an illegal visit?"

Angepi at the back of the phone tugged at the corners of his mouth with a smile, and several inexplicable laughter were heard on the other end of the phone.

Frost obviously knew that words could not move the thousand-year-old fox, and that Ange wanted something substantial.

"Gattuso will invest an additional 50 percent in the second half of the year."

There was still an unspeakable silence. Frost's head protruded, he hated this kind of negotiation the most, he didn't have any initiative in his hands, he could only put the chips on the table little by little.

"The school board will unveil a dragon relic at the next council, to be jointly developed by various families and colleges."

"The ruins are suspected to have subgeneration-level bones or cocoons." Frost doubled up again.

The sub-breed is undoubtedly a fat meal, and Ange also threw out his own conditions: "The academy department needs to take the lead in the development, and we can provide most of the personnel. ”

Frost gritted his teeth, which just touched the bottom line of his heart, Ange was proficient in power and gradually mastered it over a long period of time, and he guessed his opponent's hole cards from the moment he got the general situation.

"Okay." Even before the reply on the other end of the phone came, Angers began to raise a glass to celebrate, "The deal is established." ”

He said this softly, then picked up the wine glass on the party bar and raised it high: "I wish us success in the future." The dancefloor mates were even more enthusiastic, and all the students around them raised their glasses in the air and drank them down.