Listening to Anges's words, Caesar didn't say anything, but he suddenly remembered something, he had seen the old man in front of him in a book, it was a school history, and the picture of the principal was printed on the top of the third page, but the person in the photo was much younger than now, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

The only half-breed academy in the world, its headmaster is called Hibert Jean Angers, the dragon slayer of Destiny.

The words in his ears would not stop because of Caesar's recollections, and Ange lightly perfected the story with an unexpected ending.

That was decades ago, the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union had just begun, Angers was in charge of the executive minister, and the previous executive minister died unexpectedly for political reasons, so a lot of the work of the executive department fell into the hands of Angers in a short period of time. However, the Kassel Executive Department was the school board for most of the time, not the Kassel executive department, lacking sufficiently slick ministers, and many of the secret commissioners belonging to the various families were hidden, and the school directors invariably chose to restrain Angers' powers.

The accumulation of low-level tasks is not without a solution, and it can be perfectly solved by appropriately calling some excellent students and squeezing the labor force of the executive department specialists. But when it comes to high-level missions of wild hybrids of high-bloodline and pure-blooded dragons, Ange can only oil his elderly body and pull it out to work for the school directors.

The Ark's juvenile half-breed trafficking is one of the high-level missions, but this mission doesn't have Deadpool, Dragons, and those bad things, and the Secret Party plans to find a representative person to warn the people behind the trafficking business, although they are not Christian saints, but they still want to curb the fools who are trying their best to fish.

In front of the sharpest and most precious blades of the secret party, the participating half-breed downline only resisted at the beginning, and the falling companions, the flying blood, and the enemies that were too fast to see quickly broke the will of the rebels, forcing fear into the hearts of everyone who tried to resist.

Ange was not a soft-hearted man, and he didn't care about the proper intimidation warnings from the school board, and although he slaughtered most of the half-bloods involved, as long as the people behind the scenes did not give up on getting oil and water from it, the same thing would not stop.

It's just that he didn't expect the situation to turn around so quickly, one of the children who was arrested quickly united with other people who had the same experience, and even gathered most of the half-race children in the outer city of the ark.

Theoretically, a child's physical strength is often not enough to support the long-term release of the spirit, but in fact, on the contrary, many children do not have enough control when releasing the spirit, which will lead to the loss of control of the spirit and increase the effectiveness of the spirit, and the consequence is the purification of the dragon's blood.

These children's organizations, which had acquired a certain ability to protect themselves, collapsed on their own after a period of formation, and the children who saw the half-race children's organization again had become the agents of the people behind the scenes, continuing to do what had happened to them in Ark City.

"Ironic, isn't it? But the story doesn't end there. ”

"The kid I'm talking about, and the owner of the bar today, the founder of the dark order in the city, is called Sherlock Werther, who later eradicated this stupid business completely, in an unexpected way."

"In what way?"

Ange laughed strangely, and he said:

"He did a dirty business for a while, and then he used the money to open a casino here."

"Casino?"

"To be precise, it's more appropriate to call it a hotel. According to what I later learned, many of the half-breed children in the Ark were adopted by him, and the half-breeds who used them as materials turned out to be the ones who defaulted on their money in the hotel. ”

Caesar took a sip of the strangely colored liquid in the wine glass with a bitter face, and the extremely strong stimulation made his face that he could take out to seduce the girl into a ball, and even unconsciously lit his golden pupils, and it took a while to calm down this strange stimulation, Caesar gestured to Ange, motioning for him to continue.

Obviously, at this time, he also understood that the person Ange was talking about should be the owner of that Taoyuan Hotel, and he was probably calculated when he came here, and now he has bound Chen Mo and Taoyuan together, since the weakness of the name "Gulweig" has been pinched in the hands of others, and he has no means or plans to counteract, so he can only take one step first and see one step.

"The bar here was originally a club, a place where the half-breeds who had been with Wirther since the beginning had their way out of the black city to hang out and entertain."

"It's not like a private club right now."

"When there aren't many members left in a private club, it's dead in name."

Ange's face became serious, and there was the heaviness of time in his voice: "Premature vision and awakening 'ignited' the dragon's blood in them, and the dragon's wrath often does not quench in the face of their enemies who tear them apart, the dragon's blood gives them strength, and they return their lives at the price. ”

"You come from a family of dragonblood, and you are proud to be a half-blood, but remember that the dragon's blood flowing in our bodies is never a gift, half-bloods and dragons are mortal enemies, and dragonblood is our strength against dragons and a curse."

"You may wonder why I call such a life-prolonging thing a curse, since dragon's blood greatly enhances our bodily functions, and some half-breeds live far longer than humans."

"I'm a Cambridge Ph.D. in grammar, not a scientist, but a friend said something to me that I still remember today, and it's the best interpretation of dragon's blood."

"Don't treat him as your blood, genes or anything else that sounds very scientific, the dragon's blood in every half-breed is a parasite that grows with him, and when you can suppress his violence, you have a mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship, nourishing the dragon's blood, and the dragon's blood gives you strength, until one day he has eaten enough, eaten enough, and you have indulged in the power he gives you, he will swallow you whole in one bite, leaving behind an empty shell full of flesh and blood."

"We call that stuff Deadpool."