The afternoon sun spilled into the room from the window, and then spread evenly on the tabletop, where the white bone china cup on the table was slightly rippling in the sunlight with a slight golden halo.

This is the rector's office of the Kassel Academy, and across a large desk, Mu Qingtong is drinking afternoon tea with Principal Angers.

Just like the bloody and tearful accusations from Xia Mi's mouth yesterday, after waking up from her deep sleep, Mu Qingtong's physical function has actually returned to normal, and after being pressed by zero and going through a tedious and meticulous examination, she was discharged from the hospital that night.

The New Year has passed, and she has been asleep for so long, the beginning of the school season has arrived, thanks to their excellent performance in the [Bronze Project] before, although they did not take a single class last year, they still got full marks in the assessment.

As the most outstanding student in the Bronze Program, she was honored to be invited to afternoon tea by the principal.

At the Kassel Academy, being invited to afternoon tea by the Rector is an even more eye-catching honor than the Rector Scholarship...... Although Mu Qingtong said that she didn't have any real feelings.

…… Afternoon tea? All she knows is late-night snacks.

While drinking tea and eating dessert or something, she was really not used to it, although the muffins sprinkled with rose dew were delicious, but the amount was a little too little, she only ate a few pieces, and the dessert box on the table was already at the bottom.

…… It's too stingy.

"Dessert is not what you eat. Also, afternoon tea is a good British tradition handed down from the Victorian era. ”

Looking at the dessert box that quickly bottomed out in a few minutes, the corners of Ange's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly, and he sighed a little helplessly at the look of the girl in front of him who seemed to be looking at a stingy ghost, and he pushed a cup of tea that had just been poured over.

"Darjeeling's No. 2 black tea, give it a try?"

"Black Tea ......"

Looking at the bone china cup in front of him, after thinking about it for a while, Mu Qingtong first picked up the cup and took a sip, and then quickly put the cup back in place.

The next moment, under the slightly twitching gaze of the headmaster in front of her, she pulled out a can of frozen Coke from her pocket......

At this point, the afternoon tea atmosphere that Ange had created with great difficulty and was proud of was completely destroyed.

While drinking Coke, Mu Qingtong looked around.

Although she had said that she had been here a few times before, the timing of those times was not quite right, either at night or in a hurry, but in this rare afternoon of leisure time, she found a little difference in this principal's office.

Not far from Valhalla, the Headmaster's office is a nondescript two-story building surrounded by trees that looks like a garage from the outside, but inside it has a completely different feel.

Rather than the principal's office, the room is a large bookshelf, with the first and second floors opened, and the central patio is topped by a large skylight, inlaid with frosted glass, covered with leaves that had fallen last fall.

Because of this unique design, the lighting in the principal's room is quite good, and the sun shines warmly on people.

As for the four walls of the room, in addition to the oil paintings, there are bookshelves as high as the ceiling, on which are placed sets of hardcover books and rubbings of ancient books, and the stairs and platforms attached to the bookshelves are high and low, very much in the unique retro style of the library in the last century.

"Well, my office is nicely laid out, right?"

Looking at the girl in front of him who was looking around curiously, Ange's face showed a slight smug look.

"It's very old, and it's very suitable for you, the principal."

Nodding, Mu Qingtong, who retracted his gaze, made his own comment.

"Okay, let's get down to business, if you like muffins, you can take some with you later, this is a specialty I brought back from a seaside city in Italy."

With a slight smile in his mouth, Ange spoke.

"First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to you. If it weren't for you, this time the Bronze Project would have wiped out all of us...... We are wrong to underestimate the power of a king. ”

"Not only that, you're underestimating more."

Putting the Coke back on the table, Mu Qingtong shook his head slightly.

"A Norton in a state of madness is not all his strength at all, he can only be regarded as a large wooden stake."

"Wooden stake...... It's really apt. ”

Recalling the detailed report he had seen earlier, Ange had a wry smile on his face.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, principal, just ask, I'll go to see Xia Mi and Lu Mingfei later, otherwise the porridge and chicken soup prepared before will be cold."

With a wave of his hand, Mu Qingtong spoke.

"Rest assured, no matter what the question is, I know everything, whether I want to know Norton's past, or whatever, I can answer it in detail."

“…… In that case, then I will boldly ask. ”

After a moment of silence, he nodded, and Ange looked up at her.

"First of all...... Norton, Lord of Bronze and Fire, is he really dead? ”

"Huh? Why doubt this in the first place? ”

Looking at Principal Ange in front of him, Mu Qingzhi looked curious.

"Didn't you get your hands on it from the Dragonbone Cross Academy? That thing should be the best proof of this, right? ”

"Yes, we did get our hands on the Dragonbone Cross, and after Flamell's confirmation, it was confirmed that it was Norton's Dragonbone Cross, but that's why I felt a little skeptical."

Ange looked her in the eye.

"With your kind of personality, it doesn't look like you're going to kill someone...... Especially under the premise that the other party is obviously calculated. In the face of Norton, you will only try to save the opponent, and you will definitely not want to kill the opponent in one fell swoop. ”

Mu Qingtong: "........."

…… So I really look like a good old man?

"I can't answer this question for the time being."

After a moment of silence, Mu Qingzhi looked up at Ange in front of him.

"What I can say now is that the dragon bone cross is not as important as you think, it is an item born of the vengeance of a certain king, and it is indeed a hoodoo thing."

“…… I see. ”

Listening to the girl's words, his eyes flickered slightly, and Ange nodded thoughtfully.

Every day since he obtained the dragon bone cross, he has lived a restless life, coveting too many forces in his hand, including the behemoth of the secret party.

In the past week, he has received more than ten summons from the school board alone, which has made him exhausted.

- But now, he seems to know what to do with that hot potato.

PS: Good morning (づ●─●)づ

(End of chapter)