"My name is Konstantin, and I have gone to the top of the mountain of flames, and there have melted seas of bronze, and cast the name of God." Elizabeth Yin recited the ancient scriptures softly,

"In thousands of years of history, the four great monarchs have appeared very few times, and we are facing not so much dragon kings as gods with flames in their hands."

"But now he's just an egg," the blonde girl rattle replied, "Shall we be afraid of an unhatched egg?" It was a fortune, a great fortune, and it had to belong to the Presbyterian Church. The old man who twisted the Buddha beads stopped the movement in his hand, put down the red sandalwood string and gently shook the bell: "The egg is not awakened, and it cannot be killed, we are not sure if there is a second monarch of flames, and the bronze city under the Yangtze River is not necessarily the only 'burial place'." ”

"This is our chance." The old man put down the bronze bell and also put down the Buddha beads: "Trick that egg to hatch, kill it in the process of gaining spirit and forming a larvae, after hatching, the monarch needs to create new eggs to continue to be reborn, this is a unique opportunity." The girl nodded in agreement: "The four great monarchs have not appeared many times in history, but each time it is accompanied by disasters, we need to use a large number of casualties in exchange for a hypocritical victory, and even 'the first generation cannot be killed' has become an iron rule that we believe, which is a shame." ”

"Of course we need to wash away the shame," Ange shrugged, "but I also need to tell you the sad news that the alchemy of the eggs, the 'Brass Jar of Comfort', is not complete. [Recommended, the source change app chasing books is really easy to use, download it here.huanyuanapp, you can try it soon.]

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"What do you mean?" Frost rattle.

"As the name suggests, there are two cavities in that copper pot that holds the eggs, and one of them is empty with the double confirmation of our dear Tutor Flamel and the Armament Department." Chen Mo rattle picked up the conversation: "In addition, after the teacher's analysis of the inscription matrix and material, the possibility that the alchemy object originally only had one egg has been basically ruled out, that is to say, ....." He looked around at these high-ranking hybrids, and announced a very impactful news: "It is suspected that one of the twins on the Bronze and Fire Throne has hatched and escaped." After a long silence, the old man gently shook the bell, except for Ange, who seemed to be immune to the washes of time, he was the longest-lived and longest-serving school director at this long table: "The thrones of the four great monarchs are a pair of twins, this conjecture has been put forward for many years, but only bronze and fire can be confirmed, after all, the bronze creations of Norton and His Highness Constantine have been handed down to this day, can you confirm the time of hatching?" ”

"More than fifty years." Chen Mo's answer was like a sword of Damocles, hanging above the head of the entire world, but it was enough to make people's hairs stand on end.

"I guess it's a scary story for us." The girl's rattle interrupted the silence once more, but the voice was harsh.

"I know what you're afraid of," Yin Lizabeth rattled her bell, her voice cold, "We can besiege and kill an unprepared Four Great Sovereigns, even the power and power of the first generation are not invincible in the face of technology and our research on dragons. ”

"But we don't seem to have a chance to be rounded up." After the middle-aged man lost that kind smile, he quickly covered up something with another expression, so he became sad: "Our struggle with the dragon clan has been going on for thousands of years, and the dragon clan is not a madman who wants to burn the city and landless with the ultimate words, they are an intelligent race like us, they can hide their strength in the human body, and they can also make peace with ordinary humans. Blonde girl: "But that's only part of the story, isn't it?" There are also many irrational dragons who will fall into a state of extreme rage, slaughtering humans and trying to destroy our civilization, and these groups will be more numerous than the former. ”

"Can we just pray?" Frost's face was a little gloomy: "Pray that the Lord of Bronze and Fire is a mad dragon who has lost his mind, and his mind is full of only thinking about lighting the world with candle dragons?" ”

"It's unlikely that the first generation will fall into madness," Chen Mo corrected with a smile: "Although the first generation species seem to have great malice towards half-breeds and humans, there is a high probability that they will not lose their minds because of this malice. ”

"After all, there are only two possibilities," the old man who put down the beads sighed softly, "that king still hasn't regained his memory for some reason, or he has been hidden in our world, waiting for the time to destroy us. ”

"Looks like you've forgotten something?" Ange watched as the dark cloud of anxiety gradually enveloped the entire conference hall, and without the slightest wave, he took out a cigar from his arms, took out the matchmold lake and lit it instantly, he smoked the smoke with the fragrance of cream and pine into his body, and the nicotine flowed into the brain along the old but full of vitality, and interacted with the receptors to bring stimulating waves.

"We have one of the biggest trump cards in our hands, and this trump card is also some kind of guarantee," Ange pressed the cigar in his hand lightly in the ashtray,

"The hatched dragon king did not come back to look for his siblings, and if he awakened his memory, he would surely find his twin brother in the first place." The old man leaned forward, his flat glasses slid down a little to reveal the eyes behind him, as sharp as the folding knife, and as pure as the powder of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Whatever the reason."

"Looks like you've got a solution." The old man also recited something silently before ringing the bell, which seemed to be the words of Buddhism.

"I've always had a way." Ange smiled, put the cigar in his mouth and took another puff.

"Your request." Frost stared at Ange without fear, his palms clenched into fists on the table.

"No interference." Ange extinguished the cigar in his hand little by little, leaned back in his seat and whispered.

"No interference?" Gattuso's school director repeated,

"So you're trying to refuse the help of the school manager? We all know what the essence of the academy is, and there is a great risk in hunting only those students. He asked, banging on the table.

"I'm confident in my students," Ange just smiled, "Gattuso has helped us, Caesar Gattuso is very good, he will be a sharp knife that threatens the life of the Dragon King." ”

"But isn't that a little too risky?" The middle-aged man spoke cautiously.

"I'll take it upon myself to take care of it when necessary." Angers is not just asking for less interference from the school board in this mission, regardless of what the nature of Kassel is, at least it has gradually escaped the control of the school board and has become a word of the word of Hebbert Jean Angers, and Angers is implicitly revealing this fact to the school board, and using this dragon slaying to prove that Kassel has the strength to kill the first generation alone.

His actions will determine the outcome of the Board of Trustees' review of the College. By that time his seat did not only belong

"Destiny Dragon Slayer",

"The Avengers",

The "Secret Party Executive", who also belongs to the Principal of Kassel. No one can turn Ange into a puppet, but Ange will die eventually, and what about the next headmaster of Kassel?

So Ange chose this attempt.

"Then let's put it to a vote." Yin Lizabeth took out a dark gold emblem: "The voting rights of the school directors who did not attend this time have been appointed to me, which is proof." The girl turned the badge over and pushed it onto the long table as the result of the seventh school director's vote.

When no one pulls out the emblem, the Council of Elders will acquiesce to the mysterious school director's abstention. Beginning with Frost, the school trustees rang the bell one after another to make their own decisions.