"I will issue a long-term task to the executive department, to protect a high-ranking family member within three years, he will not be affected by the task during this time, in addition, I will let people sort out the alchemy knowledge, except for taboos, but it can only be copied by hand, and you are not allowed to pass it on, the delivery time will take about two days, and the delivery location is you decided." Laurent said after collecting the blood sample.

"Let's put it in the Pharmaceutical Research Institute." Jiang Yuan took out the bandage from his overalls pocket, his healing ability was stronger than that of normal half-breeds, this was a flaw, he had to wrap it up to cover it up.

"Yes." Laurent asked, "Is the dinner over?" ”

"I'm not hungry, I'll go first."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he got up and left the table, due to a certain Mi's ability, his blood test conclusion no matter what: the A-level hybrid race that uses the dark light, this point has been verified in the Eight Snake Clans, and it is thrown out at this time, combined with the previous guidance, it is convenient to completely dispel the other party's suspicions and reduce the probability of thinking about the possibility of words.

The museum has been emptied, and the Milwaukee police have received orders from the top to deal with reporters who have arrived outside to deal with the news that the local gang leader is taking hostages, and the current situation is inconvenient to disclose.

On stage, Caesar uses Dick Tudor to slash Jareph's hands, and the other hybrids seize the opportunity to shoot their prey, with a large number of paralyzing Frigga bullets hitting their prey's body.

The prey fell, and the war practice class ended without incident.

A big fish quietly swam away after taking the initiative to enter the net.

"Wait a minute, sir, we seem to have met somewhere."

In the hall at the entrance of the art museum, Cheng Fanshuang got up from the seat with a cigar in her mouth and shouted to the man who left.

The dragon that used to be didn't show its spirit, and was obscured by dragon scales, but because he was too impressed, he suspected that everyone with a similar temperament was suspicious.

Jiang Yuan's footsteps did not pause at all, and the body would have an instinctive reaction when he was stopped by someone he knew, and the other party opened his mouth to observe the subtle movements, but as long as he expected it, it was not difficult to restrain his instincts, and he saw each other from the display screen when he first met Laurent.

There are also many strong men in the school work department in the hall, and the word "sir" lacks direction in this environment.

"Isn't it?" Cheng Fanshuang threw away the cigar, the man was a friend of Laurent, and there was no way to test it further.

The alley outside the Milwaukee Museum of Art.

"Recommend dinner and help me contact Mason after dinner."

"Understood, but master, there is too little data on your preferences, and the accuracy of the simulation options is not high, and I don't recommend drinking on an empty stomach."

"Then I will order Noah's Ark to choose a restaurant that you like. If you want to push the boundaries of cognition, you have to look for the boundaries of your imagination, and in order to go further, you need to think about emotions frequently. ”

"Aren't you embarrassed for me?"

……

Two days later, the Executive Department of the Kassel Academy.

In the barely lit room, a thin figure sat by the cart, a gas pipe connected to the cylinder on the cart, his neck covered with dark red scars, his breathing was dark and sticky, as if the old bellows were working hard, but the iron-gray eyes were unusually cold.

"Professor von Schneider, Commissioner B007 Raymond's affairs are decided by the trustee himself, and you have no right to seize documents." Mason said with a butler-standard smile.

The Greenland affair destroyed the man's body, but not his soul, and this is an avenger.

"I think Mr. Mason must know better than I do what the Kassel Academy was supposed to do, and once it becomes the norm, the result is not something that anyone wants to see." Schneider said hoarsely.

"Then let's wait for the results." Mason still smiled, "The head of the family issued the task with the authority of the school director, Norma completed the review, the three professors signed and certified, the commissioner has no objection, your veto power has no reason to support, everything is in accordance with the norms, although it may be disgusting to say so, but the executive department is not your private property, it is a violent machine to carry out the task after all." ”

"I didn't get in touch with Raymond, and Laurent used his authority to do superfluous things." Schneider said coldly.

"That's your problem, the only one who can stop this little thing is the principal, but he is an avenger, in order to take revenge, he can even accept himself as a demon, in terms of helping the cause of dragon slaying, we have paid a price greater than Raymond's value in the past two days."

"I want that person's file." Schneider revealed his true purpose, of course he knew that he couldn't stop it, and there was no need to stop it desperately, after all, Raymond wasn't going to die, he was just curious about that person, and this curiosity came from the sensitivity that he had trained in taking on tasks for many years.

Can you become a personal friend of the school manager when you meet him? What are you kidding, that's definitely a dangerous guy.

Mason looked strange, and he really explained about this matter, and his attitude was quite serious.

"Yes, but there is a requirement, the file has a maximum level of secrecy of D, and to publish his information on the Night's Watch website for a week, and there must be a certain amount of heat."

Schneider frowned, something rare beyond his expectations.

After a slightly long three minutes, the executive minister nodded reluctantly.

Mason began to write the file in the input, obscuring the refractive knife and the mirage as requested, without the slightest subjective opinion, just recording when, where, and what Mezcal did.

The focus is on STTG and the dark light without traces of light ink.

"Pharmaceutical genius." Schneider's gaze flickered over the STTG, after all, medicine can't kill dragons, but he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the dark light.

It's like the headmaster is to time zero.

"The discussion of Yan Ling has always been very topical in the student group, and the executive department commissioners will often browse it after graduation, which is determined by the blood mourning, you don't have to worry about the heat."

Mason shook his head and said, "No, I know you have a more professional team. ”

"A more professional team?" Schneider's eyes narrowed, the only department that could be associated with this kind of thing had absolutely nothing to do with the profession, it was a shame of a college led by the disadvantaged people on campus, the waste wood otaku, and the old man who owed money, and its minister's current most imposing title was nothing more than the 'hierarchical drill warhead'.

"Mr. Fingal's journalistic prowess is unparalleled, he is ahead of his time in the tactics of public opinion, and he is an observer with an excellent eye." Mason said that it was roughly the same as the man had said, but with some written embellishments.

Schneider couldn't help but lean back, could anyone really find gold in a dung pit?

Besides, why do you have nothing to do in the manure pit?

"Okay." He coughed hoarsely.

Mason took his leave and left.

That night, Fingal received a task from the executive minister, and EVA personally informed, after all, since the Greenland incident, the two sides have not had a good relationship in private, and meeting each other will only be forced to remember the tragic past.

"If you want to help, I can help you refuse." EVA ASKED.

"Then you have to use some outrageous reason to reject such an outrageous thing." Fingal scratched his head, "It's the twenty-first century, the old man still doesn't give the serfs a little freedom, they deserve to be pricked in the ass by the pitchfork, but with the productivity of my generation of serfs, this little thing can be made up for after two days of gnawing grass, don't worry." ”