If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 30 Dawn
The clock tower of the Kassel Academy rings three times a day, the first bell for getting up, the second for lunch, and the third for the last class of the day.

In the morning when the white pigeons are flying, the sun splits the twilight of the dawn and reflects the halo of dew on the Bermuda lawn. Lin Nian walks on the cobblestone path with the bells and the yawning Fingal, and runs from the hill to the red of the college. The squirrel hid in the green forest and looked at the new face.

"To be honest, I haven't heard the morning bell for a long time. When I woke up, I thought it was noon." Fingal yawned. He received a notification from Norma this morning, and he was responsible for bringing the roommate Lin Nian went to the gym for a physical test. Yesterday, the conspiracy of the dormitory allocation was immediately exposed. After becoming a mule, Fingal had to be an old horse who knew pictures.

"Does anyone in the clock tower ring the bell? I heard the interval between the second and third bells is two seconds apart from the third and fourth." Lin Nian turned his head to look in the direction of the clock tower.

"Junior brother, your ears are very good, but why do you notice that this kind of detail has no soul. The bell tower of Kassel College is manually struck, and the bell is delayed. Most of the time, the vice-principal is drinking while ringing the bell. Now, the two seconds of pause is the time for him to pour whiskey into his mouth." Fingal stretched hard, and the huge skeleton under his strong flesh rattled.

"The vice-principal is also responsible for ringing the bell every day?"

"He lives in the clock tower. Usually you can only see him on the forum. He is also the top administrator of the forum. At most, I am a freelancer under him."

"Is it bad for your health to drink alcohol early in the morning?" Lin Nian euphemistically questioned the quality of life of the leadership of Kassel College.

"Don't worry, instead of worrying about the vice-principal's body, you might as well worry more about your tutor's blood pressure. Recently, there was an alchemy item stolen from the ice cellar, and Professor Manstein was so angry that Professor Manstein almost smoked it - oh, by the way, let me tell you a little secret, our college The vice-principal is actually your mentor's biological father, how about it, surprise, surprise?" Fingal raised his eyebrows.

"How old is the vice-principal?" Lin Nian was stunned for a moment, remembering Manstein's shiny bald head and moustache. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like he was in his 60s or [-]s. The vice-principal of Kassel College was actually Manstein's father?How old must the Vice-Chancellor be to drink whiskey every morning when the bell rings?
"I don't know. Every time someone asks him about his age, he will pretend to press the brim of his cowboy hat and say something: a man's age is like wine, the longer it gets older, the longer it tastes, the more drunk it is for women. But I am I can tell you that our principal is over 130 years old and is still alive now. You can use the age of the principal to calculate the vice-principal. I heard that they are close friends." Fingel tugged his collar against the slightly cold mountain in the morning wind.

"The principal has not retired in his 130s? At this age, he should only be able to work in a wheelchair?" Lin Nian was shocked by this number.

"Because of bloodlines, a mixed race like the headmaster basically has nothing to do with diseases in his life. If he dies one day, it must not be due to coronary heart disease or cerebral infarction. Hang up, or be so old that all the parts of the body are rusted and unable to move." Fingel bent his right arm, and his biceps bulged the school uniform: "The 130-year-old principal of Angers is still strong and strong. , just like me, he is a hero who can walk on his arms!"

Lin Nian tried his best to imagine a 130-year-old man as strong and strong as Fingel, but no matter how he thought about it, he could only think of the mummy mother in the wheelchair that SpongeBob met when he was selling chocolates.

"Well, in fact, if your bloodline is as good as Professor Manstein said, then basically you can live to the age of the principal and swim back and forth in the Chicago River." Fingal patted Lin. Nian's shoulder squeezed his forearm again and said, "Of course, if you want to achieve the second point, you have to keep exercising every day. Junior and brother see that you have practiced the way you look now."

"I have studied kendo for self-defense for a few years, and occasionally participate in exhibition competitions to earn a living." Lin Nian explained.

"Oh? In this way, your cold weapon course can be majored in swordsmanship. If you have the basics, you can easily get full credits in the first academic year." Fingal said.

"There is still a cold weapon course in the academy?"

"Of course there are, but they are collectively referred to as physical education. Other schools test 1000 meters, pull-ups and lung capacity. We test unarmed combat, cold weapon melee and field survival. Since you have a foundation in kendo, I suggest you choose Bajiquan or Bajiquan for unarmed combat. Barou."

"This course is really a professional dragon slaughtering academy, but does the person who arranged the course expect us to subdue the dragon race with physical techniques? It's hard for me to imagine a student using a throat lock or a cross on a behemoth more than ten meters high." Lin Nian expressed doubts about this. .

"In fact, most of our enemies are not often true pure-blood dragons." Fingal shook his head and said, "Of course, fighting with bare hands is used to deal with enemies of the same size as us."

"You mean people?" Lin Nian paused.

"It should be said to be a dangerous hybrid." Fingal looked back at Lin Nian, who was standing there: "The academy will always miss some hidden hybrids in normal society. Among these hybrids, there are many dangerous elements. It's part of our job to get rid of them."

"That's killing people," Lin Nian said.

Fingal also stopped and seemed to realize that he had gone too far in the topic and said in advance what he shouldn't have said. He scratched his chicken coop-like hair and looked a little embarrassed: "You can't say that, those who are irrational. The hybrids can no longer be called human beings in a sense, and what they have done has greatly threatened human society, and we can only get rid of them or take them into custody.”

"Brother, have you ever killed someone?" Lin Nian asked softly, following Fingal's footsteps again.

"Me? No, I haven't graduated yet." Fingal said: "Most of the killers with blood on their hands are in the executive department. Mandy should have told you about our college package allocation? After graduating from the senior year You can choose to work in the executive department, and by the name you should know what the place is for."

"So things like the war with the dragon clan are actually only accessible after graduation?"

"It's not actually accurate to say that you should still have the opportunity to experience the feeling of war before graduation." Fingal hesitated and said: "The predecessor of Kassel College was the Secret Party, the Secret Service Headquarters, and later because of the original few The members of the school board decided to go the way of running a school after they had a concept innovation, but to put it bluntly, the iron and blood beliefs upheld by the secret party and the Kassel Academy are the same. Therefore, in order to make the freshmen feel the heavy responsibility on their shoulders, The college will regularly send first-year freshmen on a mission. Most of the missions are to hunt down and capture dangerous hybrids. The freshmen are responsible for a series of work such as lookout and watch, and can observe the work of the executive department’s commissioners in a safe place. It will allow the newborn chicks to quickly and directly appreciate the cruelty of the war between hybrids and dragons."

"It's very interesting. Senior brother, have you considered joining the executive department after graduation?" Lin Nian asked while looking at the rough man who was half a head taller than himself but had a listless face next to him.

"That's for sure. I think I had a good time as a senior brother. Joining the executive department is the graduation direction of 90.00% of the students. My dream is to join the executive department after earning enough credits and be assigned to the Cuban branch. I heard that there is a small crime rate. The brothers on business trips are all driving convertible cars with beautiful girls who can put a goblet on their hips, with a cigar in their mouths that the beautiful girls just rubbed out from their laps, holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding the desert flag in the other. In short, the eagle is so hot!" Fingel's tone was full of expectation and piety.

Lin Nian suddenly felt that if every student who graduated from Kassel College was like him, probably the history of mankind should have ended long ago.

While talking and chatting, the two of them were almost at their destination. Even if they looked up in the forest path, they could already see the eggshell-like dome of the gymnasium, which was a rare modern-style building in the academy.

"The gym is right in front of me, I'll send you here, Senior Brother." Fingal suddenly stopped.

"Brother Fingal has a class in the morning?" Lin Nian turned his head.

"No, it's just that I had a hard time eating breakfast before, and now I want to squat on the toilet." Fingal covered his stomach with embarrassment.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for leading the way." Lin Nian nodded, and Fingal slipped away immediately.

After walking the last path alone, Lin Nian passed through the forest and saw the main entrance of the gymnasium. Professor Manstein and a man like an iron tower stood there waiting, and immediately waved when they saw Lin Nian walking out of the path. He went over.

(End of this chapter)