Deep in Valhalla, North Illinoli, USA, Kassel College.

This is an old conference room, in the center of which is a long mahogany table, the wood that was cut down three hundred years ago is full of angels and dragons and snakes, and the surrounding walls are hung with portraits of the leaders of the secret party of the past generations, some old and introverted, some young and sharp, the latest one is painted with a young man with blond hair, like a young lion--- Menec Cassel, the original leader of the Lionheart, the name of the academy.

The black-clad people sat at the tables, drooping old but erect, some wearing dresses and hats that did not belong to this era, as if they had just come out of the grave and rushed here to attend the party.

These people are the elders of the secret party, they have all been important figures in the world's largest half-race organization, almost all of them have changed the course of history, some have used excellent skills to stir up the situation in the treacherous world situation, and have the ambition of crushing **, some have promoted the development of the scientific process, pushing the basic science of mankind upward, and some have personally killed the revived ancient dragons, maintaining the boundary between the half-breed and normal humans.

Most of them are very old, and their withered hands can neither hold authority nor sword, but a few old people with active brains are still conducting research, and they are not the current power of the secret party, but advisers, advisers with a belly of life and experience.

However, their lives have been very peaceful over the years, the thriving half-breed family has gradually controlled most of the world, and the dragons are often smashed in the face by the full dragon slayer team and thermal weapons before they have fully recovered, and their contemporaries Ange maintains extremely vigorous energy, still presiding over the decision-making of the new generation of secret parties, they have also begun to make breakthroughs in dragon-related research, everything is on the right track, and the next step should be to try to completely kill those kings who keep returning, and completely control the world in the hands of the half-bloods.

Until a few days ago, a current school director, the current power of the secret party, suddenly disappeared, no one knew where the head of Laurent disappeared, as the school board of directors of the various families and the elders of the secret party were surprisingly silent, and then Jotunheim was stolen, suspected of a student of the academy invaded the ice cellar, after three days of unsuccessful arrest, Ange and Gattuso, Laurent three families jointly revoked the wanted, and a large number of executive and Laurent personnel went to the North Pole, and illegally transferred items at the bottom of the ice cellar.

The dragon slayer of the Mandate of Heaven sat on the main seat of the long table, the patriarch and the current school director sat on either side of the long table in turn, and on the other side of the distance sat an old man of Ange's time, pale skin, not burly, but also without the rickets of the elderly, like a heavy limestone tombstone, hard to face death.

Beowulf, an ancient dragon-slayer family, a madman dragon slayer, knows that something big is happening in the world of half-breeds, so this kind of historical figure also jumps out to know something.

"The ice cellar has been invaded twice in such a short period of time, once by a student who has betrayed the party, and once by the trustee of our academy, Ange, we need an explanation."

"I can explain it to you." Ange said nonchalantly, although he has always shown himself as a playboy, but everyone sitting in Valhalla knows what kind of achievements he has achieved on the battlefield with the dragon clan over the years, that person is a burning fire of revenge, and it will never be extinguished if he does not burn the enemy, and today his unexpectedly good speech makes people feel a little uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and the middle-aged fat body walked in with a heavy smell of alcohol, and the vice-principal walked in in shabby jeans and a denim shirt, and walked to an empty seat at the round table and sat down, which was supposed to be the place of George Laurent, and next to Gattuso's seat was also vacant.

The old thing turned his head to the girl of the Pendragon family next to him and kissed it, and then twisted twice in his seat in dissatisfaction, as if complaining that the chair was too hard and that he couldn't adapt to the couch' tasteful ass.

However, none of the elders present were dissatisfied with the attitude of the night watchman, they only bowed their heads slightly, "Mentor Flammel." ”

The mad Flamel deserves the respect of all the Secret Party.

Beowulf frowned as the Night's Watch swaggered to his seat, he equally respected Flamell's alchemy, but disliked it.

Angers' words came from afar across the long table: "Since our Vice Chancellor is rarely present at the meeting, I think he will be happy to explain how Jotunheim was stolen, after all, his matrix should be the best defense of our database except for the measures of the Equipment Department." ”

The vice principal patted the table nonchalantly: "There's nothing to explain, our deepest hidden database hasn't been stolen at all, it's just a small accident, my student used my black card to have a compliant and reasonable access to the ice cellar, of course the matrix can't stop him, and Flamel's disciple won't be stopped by any ownerless matrix in the world." ”

"Norma has not received a record of her visit to Jotunheim!" Beowulf's voice was extremely harsh, like two saw blades rubbing against each other: "Illegally visiting the ice cellar is tantamount to treason against the party!" ”

"If I go to Jotunheim tonight and look through the books written by my teacher and grandfather, am I still a traitor?" The Night's Watch blew his beard and glared, "You moved their writings to a hellish place like Jotunheim, and I didn't even have textbooks for my students, and I would be called a traitor if I was too old to run and let my students go?" When did the party rules of the secret party become so indistinguishable from right and wrong? ”

The senators and trustees were silent, Ange had a smile on his face, and Beowulf stared coldly at the Night's Watch, but the cheekless old thing didn't take him seriously.

"He's still a student, not Flammel, and he's still within the scope of the party rules."

The Night's Watch's molten golden pupils looked back: "He can be the new Flamel, the power of this name inheritance is in my hands, watch your words, barbarian with a muscular brain"

Flamel is a name engraved deep enough in the history of the Secret Order, since the fifteenth century, when the first Flamel who opened the door to ancient alchemy joined the Secret Order, the name of the Chief Alchemist of the Secret Order has not changed, they have mastered the secrets of alchemy, and provided the Secret Party with important alchemical weapons and recipes, but have not shared the secrets.

In the Middle Ages, the sorcerers believed that alchemy was a secret of heaven, and that it was a interference and blasphemy against the Creator to be mastered by man, and that once preached, he would suffer the deepest curse and the soul would fall into hell.

Strictly speaking, the Flamel family is an ally of the Secret Party rather than a member, the binding force of the Secret Party's party rules is very small for them, and each generation of Flamel is basically protected to the extreme, the vice principal, a prodigal, did not know how many bastard things he did when he was young, and I don't know how many disasters the previous generation of Flamel carried for him, but if the respected old man did not cherish his mantle so much, it is still unknown whether the night watchman can survive until now.

"Good." Beowulf's words were filled with a chill: "Then what happened next, why did your students disappear from the school for no reason, and at the same time, a large number of half-breeds entered the Arctic Circle, and important items in the ice cellar were illegally transferred. ”

He put the palm with the dragon scales on the table and knocked twice:

"Ange, don't tell me you don't know anything about this, that would make me wonder if you have what it takes to lead the Secret Party."

"Of course I know." Ang nodded his head: "We found a dragon relic near the Arctic Circle, and the missing Laurent family master is also in the ruins, so the executive department who knows about it, Laurent has sent enough personnel, and the student named Chen Mo was recruited as a student with enough alchemical attainments, and he had a one-year internship experience in the executive department before, and Norma has relevant information on it." ”

"But there is no record of requisition." Dragon-blooded warriors are aggressive.

It wasn't Ange who answered him, and the Night's Watch lazily retorted, "Do you have to record all the dragon slaying actions of the Secret Party on the computer?" It is a good word to be in a hurry, and I hope that the self-proclaimed resolute barbarians will not be illiterate. ”

This old thing's ability to make people hateful hasn't been forgotten with age.

"But what is that item that was illegally called?" A voice that was out of step with the ancient atmosphere of Valhalla rang out, full of youthful breath like flowers blooming in spring.

Flamel looked at the girl who asked the question at hand, and replied, "Ice Sea Bronze Pillar Table." ”

As the word came out of the mouth of the night watchman, the girl keenly felt that the air in Valhalla had dropped a few degrees more, the senators whispered like ghosts in a coffin, Mr. Beowulf looked down and thought about something, the night watchman was still lazy, and Ange took off his flat glasses, which were used to cover his eyes, and it was clear to those present what it meant.

A senator stood up from his chair, his name was Turing, Norma's former college supercomputer builder, and Fingal's math tutor for a time, looked at the Night's Watch and asked:

"Just because you're still here doesn't mean there are people in the Arctic who can understand it?"

"Of course, as for who it is, you should have already guessed, I said that the secret party can have a new Flamel at any time, not only because he is my student, but also because his level of alchemy is also up to standard."

"That's not a matter of alchemy level!" The old man's voice on the side of the long table became noticeably louder: "He only has a bloodline rated C, and the curse on the copper pillar table is not something that a C-level half-breed can withstand." ”

"Are you talking to me about the Dragon's curse?" The Night's Watch looked at Beowulf coldly: "He survived, that's enough, he can understand the words on it, I don't bother to explain the details to the barbarian, you just need to know that he has qualifications." ”

"Excuse me?" The delicate voice sounded again: "Is there anything special about that Ice Sea Copper Pillar Watch?" The girl raised her hand weakly, and the butler, who had always been able to answer her questions, did not have the authority to enter the room, and she had to ask for answers for herself.

Turing pondered for a moment and explained: "It is a copper pillar full of dragon scripts, it can be seen from the gaps at both ends that it is only a part of the entire copper pillar, it was confirmed by the previous generation of Mr. Flamel that it was an alchemical creation, but the living spirit in it had already died, the mentor thought that it was the curse of the copper pillar itself that made the living spirit weak to death, he deciphered the content of the above text, but did not disclose it, the secret party also had other people who knew dragon script, died in the process of interpreting the copper pillar, and it was an accidental death." ”

"It's hard for a half-breed to die accidentally." The Night's Watch said lightly, "That's the effect of the curse." ”

"Your students have found a way to use the copper pillars?"

"Who knows?" The night watchman shrugged: "You know, I drink in the bell tower every day, and he doesn't report everything to a drunkard, right?" ”

Beowulf clenched his fists: "Where is that copper pillar now?" ”

"I don't know, but I want someone to know." The night watchman called softly, "EVA"

The fluorescent blue projection appeared next to the night watchman, and the girl in the school uniform appeared, the slender girl in the light and shadow was expressionless, but even then she was beautiful and took her breath away, her long pale blue hair and almost transparent skin with a surreal feeling, and the fluorescence together formed a phantom in the dream.

The girl bowed slightly, and after waving her hand, the ceiling projected a laser downward, and the holographic image first showed the Earth, and then showed a satellite view of the Arctic Circle, where there was a flickering red dot, but when the patriarchs thought they would see the image at the red dot, the circle of fluctuations spread out in all directions with the red dot as the center, and the image seemed to be on the verge of collapse in the violent fluctuations.

"What's going on?" Beowulf asked.

"Elemental turbulence, communication near the North Pole will be greatly disrupted, icebergs will melt, or thousands of miles of ice, anything can happen," the night watchman sighed, "A sign of the awakening of the dragon king, this intensity of turbulence is expected to be that of the first generation of dragons." ”

"What the hell is written on that bronze pillar?"

"You can't know that there is more to the curse than just direct reading, but the awakening of the dragon king is indeed unexpected to me."

Unexpectedly, there will always be a sentence behind it.

But can only that copper pillar in the ice cellar hold down a real white king?

Don't die, little bunny.