"You're out of a thousand." Cross Werther is stating what he sees.

As the dealer of the game, he takes the whole blackjack game into his eyes, and although the dealer will not know the number of cards in the banker's and player's hands, he is still very sure of his judgment. It's not some fancy inspiration or a bells and whistles superpower--- which is the "spirit of words". This is the rational reasoning of an experienced casino practitioner based on experience.

"What's the point of that?" At this time, it was midnight according to the time in the outside world, but there was no day or night in the ark, and Chen Mo, who had just gotten up from bed, was writing parchment.

"Objectively speaking, I did have good luck in blackjack, but as a dealer, you can't easily frame me for cheating. You must have a normal heart in the casino, otherwise one day you play Texas Hold'em with someone, and you touch the 'full house' but someone takes out a set of royal flushes, how can you die of depression? ”

After copying another confidential piece of information in his mind, Chen Mo put away the parchment while continuing to argue with him. "Didn't Wirther teach you? There are two points to catch in the casino. ”

"First, you have to have tangible evidence that you have a goal of 1,000."

"Second, you want to make sure that the casino doesn't have any negative impact on the disciplinary target."

"Now I don't have any evidence, and I can't really ask Wirther to give me two shots. Could it be ......" Looking at the brown-haired big boy in front of him with a somewhat embarrassed expression, Chen Mo's eyes revealed some understanding. "There's no need to ask me about the means of going out of a thousand, and there are few people in the whole world who can compare to half of Wilt."

"Don't worry about Wirther hiding his secrets, if he wants to hide his secrets from you, will he leave him to me?" Chen Mo patted Cross on the shoulder. "Where's Gattuso's itinerary?"

"Werther made a line in the city and gave it to the secretary, and in two days we will find out about it."

"Did Laurent's people get in touch?"

"Elisabeth Laurent has agreed to the place and time of the negotiations, and will arrive at the hotel tomorrow afternoon."

Outside the window, there was still silence in the darkness, the buildings in the outer city were generally not high, and there was a conflict and harmony between the high wall between the inside and outside, and the dim street lamps, the pure darkness of the night and the dotted golden light in them formed a distant view from a window of the high wall.

The warm colors in the darkness are like a nonsensical nightmare, only to feel a chill down my spine but forget everything that is terrifying.

In five years, from an empty villa, to a mixed-race Kassel, to this crazy city, the plan to get to this point is very different from what was originally envisioned, combined with the memories of his previous life and the dragon literature obtained, it seems that his improvisation cannot be better now.

If the world of the future is a grand gamble, I am now just trying to win the money to join it.

The ice cellar is full of secrets, which is a bargaining chip with a lot of face value, and originally only hoped that these would be all his capital, but the strange dragon ruins in front of him.

Ma Lao once said that capitalists will take risks when they have 50 percent of their profits, and dare to trample on all laws when they have 100 percent profits, and 300 percent of their profits will allow capitalists to risk being put on the gallows.

Now that a profitable deal is in front of you, what else is there to hesitate about?

"Prepare the room for negotiation, will Wirther be physically able to participate in the whole process?"

"The fat that gnawed off Gattuso yesterday is more effective than your potion, and he must have arrived on time."

"At three o'clock this afternoon, I will be ready for all negotiations. May God bless us with all the best. ”

"If there is such a thing as God, it will not bless the believers who do not start praying until the end of the day." Cross lightly drew a cross on his chest. "All the best."

Strange to say, the half-bloods with dragon blood flowing in their bodies all understood that the miracles recorded in the history books were either their compatriots who disappeared into the dust, or they were the sworn enemies of the pure-blood dragon clan. The myths and religions that spread throughout the world are only products of the influence of the dragon civilization, but these do not prevent some hybrids from believing in gods like God.

Just as materialism can come up with many reasons to deny the existence of gods, for many believers, faith does not need a reason.

Even the campus in Kassel has an abandoned chapel, and although the function of faith is no longer in use, the bell tower of the church is still functioning.

Chicago is still under the patronage of Eden, the god of spring, and the rain in late spring is not heavy, but it is dripping, and the top of the bell tower of the chapel has been completely wet, but there are still many parts of the ground on the third floor where the big bell is placed below.

Mottled can also be used to describe the face of the old man full of wrinkles and age spots, but at this time, the gentleman in a suit who pushed open the door of the chapel under the bell tower, and the middle-aged uncle who was staring at the computer screen in the sofa, the two ages together are almost equivalent to a Ming Dynasty, but none of them show the word mottled on their faces, or perhaps, their mottled faces are not faces that people can see.

"Isn't it enough to drink alone? Call me to your place, and listen to the bell ring every day, as at a funeral. ”

The person who walked in was very familiar with this place, and naturally occupied a single sofa as if he were returning to his own home, "Give me a drink, there are many ways to go to the principal's office and your bell tower." ”

"You still think about the Chinese liquor that the kid got me, it's a peerless treasure, that country is too old, and the wine just needs to be precipitated." Some of the bloated uncles took their attention away from the screen and said lazily, "If only I was used to hearing the bells, then lying in the coffin and listening to the bells on the day of my funeral would be like going home." How wonderful. ”

This time, it was he who called Ange from his position as the headmaster of the day, instead of the usual avenger, the Avenger was calm on his face, but he still roared inwardly to ask him about the knowledge of dragons and alchemy. So the "honorable" vice-principal separated himself from the sofa, slowly moved into the cellar below, and brought out two bottles of agave, which was a Mexican wine, a western wine, with butterfly larvae soaked in the bottles, and pure blue agave grass.

The Night's Watchman's cellar was full of top-notch wines, and he had lived for so many years, and the more he drank, the more picky he became, but today he did not prepare fine salt and lemon slices to enjoy this superb cup of tequila with his friends.

"I've drunk all those bottles of liquor a long time ago, and I only have this one."

"Westerns, westerns, you used to be a good cowboy."

"When I was young, I was riding horses in the Mexican grasslands, drinking tequila and touching the girl's thigh, it wasn't like it is now, I used to imagine that when I died, I had to stuff my treasured playboy in the coffin, and now I just want you to put a computer in it, and pull a network cable, that's home." The vice principal expressed his life feelings with some comedy.

Ange ignored him, he just curled up on his favorite couch and took a sip of wine, and the night watchman stopped talking.

This is really a very sloppy attic, the sunny side is full of glass windows, the sun on a sunny day will make the people lying in the attic feel like they are sleeping on the grass in the afternoon, the whole person is warm, those windows are also pasted with a lot of low-cut girl posters, so there are beauties lying on the grass with you.

The room was shabbyly furnished, with only an unfolded bed, two comfortable single sofas, a computer desk and swivel chair, and a computer on top. Next to the computer desk was a large bookshelf, not the books that allowed our great alchemists to delve into the truth, but the neatly stacked DVDs of Westerns. The only paper books in the room were the adult magazines thrown everywhere, "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard", "Playboy", and some of them had suspicious marks on them, I don't know if they were left by the liquid in the empty wine bottle on the ground or something else.

Hibert Jean Angers, a Cambridge-graduated swinger, a 130-year-old old gentleman who is still elegant and coquettish, does not match the tone of this place at all, and the decoration style full of the atmosphere of a dead house uncle and the aesthetic conflict of Angers are too great, but he naturally blends in here, and naturally even the black suit on his body that should be out of place has become part of this small attic.

Ange was too familiar with this place for he not to be familiar with, because this was the only place where the Night's Watch could be found, and the hidden characters of the academy had lived here for nearly a hundred years.

The Night's Watch took the last sip of his wine and waved for Ange to look at his computer screen.

It was a surveillance video, and the footage of unknown hiding recorded everything in Jotunheim.

The students who thought they were ordinary clerical showed excellent alchemy attainments, quietly infiltrated and even controlled the alchemy matrix that gave the entire academy a sense of security, and pocketed the secrets and research of the academy for hundreds of years.

"My students." The night watchman's lazy tone was a smug and proud voice that couldn't hide it, "Look at this rune penetration. Flamel "tsk" twice, almost pointing at Ange's nose to show off. "See? He simulated my authority on the matrix with dragon script, grandma's, this little rabbit cub really has a hand. "The Night Watch is a great reproduction of the way those comrades spoke when they were pilots in the Flying Tigers.

"I never knew you took such a student." Ange whispered.

"You knew about my last student a long time ago, and she now sleeps under the ice cellar." The tone of the night watchman changed suddenly.

"I can't save my students!" The night watchman sneered: "I didn't expect her to be my student when the executive department issued the emergency order, did the school board consider the feelings of an old thing when deciding on the candidates?" If you're not going to consider me, what's the difference between telling you and not? ”

"We all know that something went wrong with that plan!" Ange put down the tequila in his hand and stared at the golden pupils lit by the night watchman.

"Accident?" The night watchman laughed, "What's the accident?" Isn't the half-blood monarch's experiment already successful? You've even managed to usurp some of the authority of a monarch! The death of a few students of low blood is just a small price, isn't it? This is the dragon slaying academy named after the Kassel family, all for the great dragon slaying cause! The night watchman laughed breathlessly, and at the end he stretched out his hands and cheered

His spicy sarcasm seemed to stab the opposite Ange, and only the closest friends could accurately find the old man's hidden old scars, Hibert Jean · Ange also lit up his golden pupils, and the second-generation dragon power collided fiercely in the small bell tower: "Nicholas Flammel! We also gave up on the only successful outcome of the plan, and the college even opened Norma to let your students live in another way, and no one was going to harm your students. ”

Ange took off his tortoiseshell glasses and threw them away, and suddenly approached the sofa and sighed: "At the beginning, most of the Lionhearts didn't like your style, you were as hard as a Nibelungen stone at that time, hunting dangerous hybrids on a large scale, conducting dangerous alchemy research on hybrids and dragons, although I have never done anything like slaughtering civilians, but I never cared about the lives of unrelated people." ”

He grinned: "Menek always wants to recruit you into the Lionheart, but the crazy Flamel will not nest in one place at that time, you kill people all over the world, chase women, slay dragons, and the dragon blood in the hybrid of the secret party comes from the four great monarchs, but you are different, you are the blood of the supreme blood!" The violent factor will not disappear from your veins! But now you're soft-hearted like a sheep! ”

"No one knows why you are willing to stay in this bell tower for nearly a hundred years, and for nearly a century you seem to be immersed in women and wine, as if these glamorous things have softened Flamel's heart. But I've seen you when you were younger, and something must have happened before you came to the academy. Ange's eyes suddenly sharpened and looked aggressive.

The Night's Watch just shook his head. "Not to mention that we made an appointment at the time, I will make you the vice-principal of Kassel, and neither you nor the school board will ask me about it. Besides, will you tell me what happened that night in the Kassel estate? ”

The night watchman smiled and replied to himself: "No, your record for the secret party is full of loopholes, how can you withstand the bombardment of the Rhine while hiding in the cellar?" But the school board is all smart people, and no one cares about a crazy person. If you want me to say, those fabricated records are not useless, and after polishing them, you can take them out to educate students on the ideology of dragon slaying. ”

"Your sarcasm will not work for me, as long as my revenge is not over, I will continue no matter what, until the day when the dragons are completely destroyed." Ange looked at the Night's Watchman, "You must not have called me here to show off your traitorous apprentice and then quarrel with me. ”

The night watchman snorted coldly: "Putting aside the operation three years ago, there must be your acquiescence to Georges Laurent's incident!" ”

Ange was silent, not uttering a word.

"Is the pressure on the school board already so high?"

"I need a family that is completely on the side of the academy, as long as something happens to George, the kid of the Laurent family who has no roots will definitely need allies."

"So you can take control of Laurent?"

"I don't need to control Laurent, I just need them to be on my side to keep the attention of the school board, we both know that the time for the Dragon King to wake up is coming, and I need unchecked power and enough time."

"Menek would never have imagined that his best friend and named school would become like this." The night watchman sighed. "But you're not the only ally of Laurent, and I remember that their little girl is very beautiful."

"You are not ashamed of your age, and there is no problem in wanting to have a cross-age communication with others." Probably never forgetting it, he winked at Ange. "But I think my apprentice is also as handsome as I was when I was young, and he probably doesn't mind good things like getting rich, plus the age advantage. Ange, your odds are slim. ”

Ange walked to the window with his wine glass, and the rain outside the window was already heavy, and the continuous raindrops hit the roof of Valhalla and gathered into a stream of water, and the sculptures on it were soaked in the rain curtain, blurry to be completely invisible.

"Give me their place."

"As an old friend I will grant your request, but you have to think carefully about the weight of being a young Flammel, no one else knows your place in George's affairs, and the school board underestimated your control over the academy."

"You called me here just to give me this position, and your apprentice seems to be very confident in saving his life."

"He has confidence, and to be honest, I was surprised to hear from him, most people just share a room with you, which is equivalent to handing over their lives to you."

"Looks like he's sure he'll be able to buy his life back from me."

Ange picked up the umbrella he had with him and was about to go out, when the night watchman finished speaking, and he got the news he wanted.

"Hey, Ange." The night watchman said behind his back.

Ange stood still, not speaking or looking back.

"The school board is a group of chaebols and politicians, they do everything out of interests, and they can sacrifice anyone for this, in the final analysis, politics is not about morality and bottom line, and the ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness of these people are no different from the dragon you cut down all your life. You want to give a funeral to the dragons, do everything, they want to bury the past with your quick knife, and then establish a new half-breed society, or a new dragon society, think about it, you haven't changed anything, you are just venting your anger. ”

"You're wrong." Ange opened the umbrella and walked out the door, the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella was heavy and unclear. The sky was a steely gray as the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and he looked up at the sky as if he were looking at a future without light.

"I never slay dragons to vent my anger." Ange muttered under his breath, "For revenge." ”