Mance Rundstedt was a professor of magic mechanics, and by objective standards, he was a good teacher, but he did not stand out among his students.

Because he not only named each class, but even stingy with the usual sharing. Magic mechanical design may be the most criticized course in the Kassel schedule, as a compulsory course, it not only requires a lot of introductory knowledge of alchemy, but also has extremely high requirements for mathematical and physical foundation and operational ability, plus even the hybrid is difficult to absorb in a short period of time

Only those who are "gifted" can get high marks in class. After all, the credits in Kassel are

"Very useful" things, although they can't be eaten at the moment, but when you join the academy's department in the future, good grades will most likely give you better treatment, so that you can have more bonuses to squander after the deadly task.

Chen Mo once looked through the books of the executive department, and it was difficult to evaluate that they spent almost the least amount of money on staff salaries.

Compared to the hybrids on the hunter website, the amount of specialist tasks with the same ability may not be even one-tenth.

Of course, with the intelligence support of Norma and the secret party, the latter is slightly less risky, but after all, Norma's computing power is limited, and there are often trade-offs between different levels of tasks........ But there is no need to worry about the risk, every commissioner in the executive department will be insured to return the body to their hometown by air, but Professor Mance is a good teacher.

First of all, he can remember almost every student he has taught. Stepping onto the deck, a young man in a black trench coat smiled and beckoned to Mance as he approached.

"Chen Mo?" An expression of disbelief appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and the mustache on his lips trembled slightly.

"Long time no see, Professor Mance." Chen Mo stretched out his hands and hugged the middle-aged man with a serious face: "You actually remember me." Mance's hands trembled slightly, and a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

Secondly, he was too 'young' to get in touch with the truth about the Academy. Mance stared at Chen Mo's face stubbornly like a statue, as if he wanted to see something on that face that smiled gently, but he could only see a calm smile, and his facial features were exactly the same as the corpse in the executive department.

Like his thunderous check-in in class, Mance was a very stubborn man, and he had a habit ----of going to the room under the ice cellar every time he heard the night watchman's bell ringing, to see if the unfortunate man was his student.

Ange always liked to call himself an educator, but Chen Mo thought he was a blacksmith, he struck different steel billets, quenched and cooled, and tempered them to make them as sharp as possible.

Ange hoped that the sword forged would be sharp enough to help him accomplish his revenge. But Mance is different, he sees his students as his own students, not swords and guns.

...... Li Mingkong's fingers swiped

The wall of the cabin of "Manihea" gently stepped into the cockpit, her eyes swept over the intricate instrument panel, and she didn't pay attention to these delicate instruments, and with a slight press of her palm on the bulkhead, the thumb-sized keyhole popped out.

"Open it." The girl's voice was unmistakable. Mance and the members of the executive department who were the first mate looked at each other, and the latter had to hand the key to Li Mingkong, and the weapon cabinet containing bullets and firearms was displayed in front of everyone.

It's an L115A3 sniper rifle, made in the UK

The "big toy" can be called the emperor of the sniper rifle, but the executive department is still not satisfied with its performance and has optimized the ammunition.

Bullets glowing with a cold blue glow and with ancient patterns carved on the warheads line the sides of the sniper rifles, and the primer of each bullet is painted red, a sign of high-risk weapon possession.

The girl removed it delicately, looked over and over the assembly of the parts, and picked up the bullet to carefully observe the pattern on the bullet.

"You're going to use these things to explore Norton's bedchambers?" She asked. Both Mance and the first mate were a little overwhelmed by the question.

"To be precise, they're just halfway through the search for that Bronze City." Chen Mo understood her underlying meaning, the orthodox understanding of the dragon's lair was far more than the academy under the information blockade, and in the case of the almost inevitable existence of dragon servants in the dormitory of the first generation, these people were almost looking for death.

"That's it." Li Mingkong said suddenly, she put the gun and bullets into the weapon cabinet again, and walked to the deck.

"Disappointed?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"It's unbelievable that in the orthodox record, the secret party controls most of the European and American hybrids, but this ship even has one.... In your words, not a single A-grade half-breed. ”

"This is the ship of the Kassel Equipment Department," Chen Mo replied with a smile, "What does it have to do with the secret party?" Li Mingkong leaned against the guardrail of the deck and said nothing.

Ange would not mention it to anyone before launching this operation, he knew that there was a bronze palace under Yang Zijiang, and he knew that Konstantin's remains were hidden inside, but he would not report it to any of the school trustees.

Once the news about the dragon king is leaked, the vulture hyenas will swarm to it, and they will be photographed by the dragon king's prestige at first, but when it is discovered that it is just a harmless egg, the whole hybrid world will go crazy.

Ange had to get the egg, and only by holding both Constantine and Norton in his hands could he ensure that these noble monarchs hatched and then stepped into the trap of death.

Chen Mo's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, he looked at the endless rivers in the distance, and asked bluntly: "Zhao Anmin is already ready to make a move?" ”

"The blockade of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor began three days ago." Li Mingkong replied: "More than half of the dragon species in the country have participated in the action, and the feng shui master and the alchemist are analyzing the method you gave. ”

"Don't you want to go to Xianyang to see what's inside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor?"

"I don't want to, the dragon vein has been out of control once, and the nodes of the First Emperor's Mausoleum may also get out of control, and the risks inside are too great."

"What are you going to do if that huge team is really wiped out?"

"........" This is an exhaustive plan

"Wonderful." Chen Mo couldn't help but applaud: "Killing the chief and seizing power, you really didn't live up to your surname, but is the heart of the old guy of the Li family too lenient?" With such a name, haven't they ever doubted ambition and the like? ”

"My elders really don't like me, or they don't like my name." The girl stroked the hair that was blown to her ears by the river breeze: "But my name was chosen by my father who died in the dragon's den, he was supposed to be the head of the Li family, but he died, so the head of the Li family became that old man." "It's a cliché within a slightly larger family.

"But it can be seen that your status as orthodox should be okay." Chen Mo poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but as if he remembered something, he put it on his ear with a sad face.

"I was a nail inserted in the Li family by the Zhao family." Li Mingkong said bluntly: "The Zhao family has been the interface between the orthodox outside world in modern times, and Zhao Anmin's father and he controlled the channels of most of the mixed-race forces, including the orthodox and secret parties, and their strength has also risen. ”

"Just call the elders by their names?" Chen Mo shook his head and smiled, the fully invaded spirit was in a completely defenseless state, and the girl obviously had no respect for those old men.

"This kind of position is the same as a half-breed, the two sides are not pleased, your original relatives will hate you because of it, but Zhao Anmin will not treat you as his own."

"Should I be honest and under the hands of the family?" The girl's voice was as cold as a knife: "Looking at the old man who is related to me in five suits sitting in my father's place? Of course, I know that I should hate the dragon, but that dragon has been killed by the people, so who am I going to hate? Chen Mo threw the cigarette into the river, and there was not a trace of splash in the broken water of Monihea: "Do people have to hate something if they live?" A normal person should try to forget about their grief and continue to live as they were. ”

"Yes," the girl nodded, "so I plan to live and become the head of the Li family just as my father is still alive." "It's an amazing desire for power, as outstanding as her bloodline, dragons are greedy creatures, and the dragon's blood left in the half-bloods reinforces desires all the time, and the ideas and soul structures formed by human education will conflict violently with this desire.

None of the half-breeds can be described as normal people, they are addicted to power, and they struggle with the call of blood, and they fight against the impulse of bloodthirsty and strong.

The Lionheart of the Academy will suppress desires with penance, vent the violence of inhibition during battle, and hold the rope of the dragon one by one, which is a weapon to gnaw at the enemy, and one day will bite himself to death, and the violent blood that unleashes the lion's heart comes from this reason.

But Orthodoxy apparently has a different approach. Unlike the Stormy Blood's relaxation, they seem to be artificially channeling the desire for dragonblood.

"One last question," Chen Mo casually asked the question he was most concerned about: "You and Lu Mingfei ......." The final question and answer sound drifted through the wind and waves of the river, and the Manihea galloped towards the area suggested by Norma.

......... Lu Mingfei sat on a small wooden bench, looked at the people in a circle in the distance, and sighed quietly.

He felt like a child abandoned by his parents, huddled on the side of the road and shivering. Lu Mingfei had been on the edge of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor for two days, and he took Chen Mo's thick pile of alchemy codex with Zhao Anmin and others to this great mausoleum that had not yet been developed.

Wearing the glasses on his chest, he gnawed on ancient books in the orthodox clan for a whole month, compared to the "Alchemy Chemistry" that was at least written in human words, the "Minutes of Fangshu" and "Qingwu Jing" in classical Chinese....... It's simply not something that people can understand, after two layers of transcoding, his brain has become unresponsive.exe although the foundation of alchemy is already partial, but he can't see that Chen Mo's codex is a complete process of deconstructing the matrix, at this time, the crowd in the distance is arguing loudly, those are all orthodox magicians, array magicians, and the quintessence that comes out from time to time makes Lu Mingfei very eager to complain.

But there was not even a person around him who made him complain, Chen Mo threw him to the old man, and he didn't know where he ran with Li Mingkong, and more importantly, he was actually told to enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor with these people.

If it was a dream, he just wanted to wake up now. However, he had neither the means to leave, nor the courage to run, so he could only sit there and memorize the hundreds of elemental reactions he had seen to pass the time.

I don't know how long it took, there was a commotion in the surrounding crowd, and Lu Mingfei, who had been sleeping in silence, opened his eyes and was pulled up.

"Wake up." Yang Huaizhou said to him: "We're leaving." ”

"They get it?" Lu Mingfei rubbed his eyes while looking at the place where he was arguing, and found that everyone was sitting on the ground, one holding a codex and staring intently, and he would exchange ideas with the people on the side and discuss in a whisper.

The air is full

The atmosphere of "learning".

"Sort of." Yang Huaizhou didn't know whether to nod or shake his head: "At least someone understands it." ”

"Is the teacher's writing so difficult to understand?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head and asked curiously.

"Part of the reason," Yang Huaizhou patiently explained, "One of our best array magicians has disappeared at the node of the Dragon Vein, and Mr. Chen's matrix analysis technique is not the same path as the orthodox one, so it took us a little time. ”

"Sounds like you've learned this too?"

"Hmm," Yang Huaizhou dodged and sighed,

"I just gave up later."

"Why?"

"Because it's a desperate feeling that you can't even see other people's backs." His voice had always been calm, and he spoke it with a gentle tone.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said sorry.

"No need to apologize," he shook his head, "Everyone has their own talents, and it's sad to despair after that compared to the talents of others in the areas where you don't have them." ”

"Pathetic?" Lu Mingfei repeated slowly. ........ Frost, Rome, Italy, stood quietly on the balcony, watching Mrs. Elsa Lafayette get into the car and slowly fade away from his gaze.

Laurent was suddenly relieved at the election for seats in the Ark. Gattuso's voice was low, and the pale-skinned Percy stood behind him, bowing his head to take in the voice of the head of the house.

"Is there anything noteworthy lately, like the whereabouts of that person?"

"By some indications, he may indeed be alive." Patsy replied respectfully: "According to the information of the 'Chosen One', the scope of the 'Taoyuan' has been much larger in the past six months, and Madam Laurent has been rejecting the proposals of various families, including the temptations we have instructed, and Laurent's elders appear unusually calm. ”

"Is there any additional resistance to the 'winners'?"

"No, sometimes we even have a certain degree of cooperation with 'Taoyuan', they have gradually monopolized the intelligence industry of the Ark, and only the family intelligence industry with seats in the Ark Council still has room to survive."

"Sherlock Werther." Frost slowly muttered the name: "He had a funeral a few years ago, but he is still not dead, and these old things seem to live forever, just like Ange." ”

"According to the speculation of the senators, Mr. Sherlock should indeed have died at that funeral and then passed the power to his heir, but ....." Patsy was about to continue, when Frost raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I've seen the list of funerals, even Pompeii was there, and the little girl from the Laurent family was there." He raised his hand and grabbed the marble fence on the balcony: "Can you find out where she is now?" Patsy removed the tablet behind his back, and after a quick search, replied, "The Laurent family should have just finished business negotiations in Russia, and they are ready to cooperate with the Romanov royal family to lay a railroad in a certain area of Siberia." Frost turned his head and stared into Patsy's hair-covered eyes.

"What about the Pompeii master?"

"According to the transfer of accounts, Monsieur Pompeii should be in the territory of China for a charity auction, and it seems that he has recently handed in a new one..."Patsy pondered his words, interrupted again by Frost.

"Enough, you go and prepare the dinner with the Pope for the evening." Frost stared at the spire of the Roman cathedral not far away, his vision dim.