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

Chapter 988 The Betrayal Incident
Cassel College, Northern Illinois, USA.

In the meeting room deep in the Hall of Valor, the maroon oak table runs through the entire space. Several beams of sunlight shine through the gaps in the carved glass on both sides, and the pale light gathered on the smooth wooden table illuminates the seats on the seats. The same pale and haggard face.

The portraits of the secret party leaders of all ages hang in the shadows and watch the younger generations in the hall. They can be said to be younger generations, but those old bodies wrapped in black show that those who gather together can only be regarded as the old age. The soul of the dead, but lingering in the new era, but unwilling to give up the scepter in his hand.

"Mr. Maxwell, I'm surprised you're still alive."

"Mr. Turing, I always thought you were dead."

"Rumors only stop with the wise. Aren't Fraun and Mr. Fei living well in front of us?"

"Mr. Turing, the rumors may seem absurd, but they also have some basis. The alchemy experiment did almost kill me, but it was all worth it. We got the spectrum and more alchemical elements."

They are all elders of the secret party, who have lived from the era before World War II to today, witnessed the industrial revolution, and also witnessed the explosion of the first atomic bomb.They played an important role in those magnificent historical processes. Some wrote advanced formulas on the whiteboard and personally promoted the development of the dragon slaying era. The head of an ancient dragon.For some reason, they gathered together today, whispering in the depths of the Hall of Valor, like ghosts who do not want to die wandering in the cemetery.

In addition to the shadows of the old days, the figure of the school board of directors can also be found at the table. The most eye-catching one is naturally the Lady Elizabeth Laurent. She looks so young when she sits at the table and is dressed in black. Surrounded by a group of tombstones that may be dying at any time, it is like a bright and delicate flower inserted in the cemetery, so out of place.

Countess Laurent did not show any discomfort for this atmosphere and environment. Instead, she looked a little gloomy, silently looking at the empty seat at the end of the conference table, which belonged to the current principal of Kassel College, Silber The location of Te Jean Angers.

For unknown reasons, Hilbert Jean Angers was late for this meeting, so the elders of the Secret Party left the life support cabin and the dark research room as if they had nothing to do, and gathered together A scene of chatting in this dusty conference room.

"But then again, there are new faces on the board of directors." Mr. Turing temporarily stopped the carriage leading to the past, followed the ruts back to the present, and sniffed the eye-catching flowers in front of him.

"Elizabeth Laurent." Countess Laurent, who was watched by Mr. Turing, stood up behind the table and bowed slightly, paying her respects to the older generation of the Secret Party.

"It seems that many things that I don't know have happened since 1961. It may be a little late, but I express my condolences for what happened to your father." Mr. Turing also bowed, and Countess Laurent nodded to express his gratitude.

Yes, in addition to the core elders of the secret party, the school board also attended the memory this time, except for a few school board members who really couldn't make it back to the academy as promised, old people like Frost Gattuso Friends have already sat quietly behind the conference table, waiting expressionlessly for the late guy.

Even the normally alcoholic vice-principal, who is now sitting at the side of the conference table with his dirty cowboy hat over his face, is snoring like no one, if it weren't for his venerable title, I'm afraid he was blasted out and thrown into the artificial lake in front of Niflheim long ago.

More than half of the secret party's core executives have gathered in this hidden conference room. If a spy can sneak into this occasion and detonate explosives today, then most of the secret party's history will be completely buried with rubble and collapsed buildings. into the grave.

I remember that the last time such a big battle was caused was the aftermath of the Constantine blockade incident on August 2010, 8. At that meeting, half of the elders of the secret party gathered together as today to participate in the investigation of the secret party. The formulation of the dragon slaying plan for the next ten years.

It was that meeting that secretly triggered a series of follow-up disturbances. For example, the draft of the "Bronze Plan" that followed was also confirmed and implemented in that meeting, which directly triggered the magnificent Battle of the Yangtze River, and Afterwards, on the grounds of the development and research of the "White Emperor City Ruins" and the remains of the "King of Bronze and Fire", the Orthodoxy and the Secret Party formed an alliance for the first time.

So what will be the theme of this meeting?no one knows.

The door was pushed open, and the ancient conference room fell into silence. There were no more whispers, but it seemed that the vice principal's sleeping snoring sound was even more out of place.The people in black watched silently the familiar figure walking out the door, with white hair, a three-piece suit, and shiny Oxford leather shoes. Of course it was everyone's old friend, Hilbert Jean Angers.

"It seems that everyone has arrived, except for some people who really can't be there." Anger's natural opening remarks kicked off the meeting. He didn't explain why he was late, and walked to the main seat of the conference table and opened the seat , nodded slightly to all the core elders as a compliment, then sat down calmly, and at the same time put a stack of unknown documents on the table in front of him.

"So Angers, what is the theme of this meeting?" Mr. Maxwell leaned slightly to look at Angers at the end of the conference table.No one minds Angers being late for no reason. The time of everyone here is precious, so there is no reason to waste precious time arguing about meaningless topics.

Angers didn't talk nonsense, he kicked the vice principal who was still snoring awake, the vice principal trembled and almost fell off the chair, but at the critical moment, the bloated physique showed a different sense of balance, and he was stunned. Twisting right and left, he maintained a delicate balance and sat upright.

"Oh? Has the meeting started yet? Where are you talking?" The vice principal leaned on the table with his right hand and pressed his thumb hard on the center of his brow. The laziness and laziness of waking up from a big dream.

The current principal and vice-principal of Kassel College are top-notch in a sense, which is why the Beowulf family, which has been in charge of the predecessor of the executive department since the seventeenth century, the "action team", took office for these two top-notch students. At that time, he resigned decisively and retired as the core elder.The rise of the Angers faction has changed many things about the Secret Party, but the only thing that remains the same is that the organization has always had the same goal and iron blood.

Angers took the touchpad from the vice principal's hand. He placed the touchpad horizontally on the table and touched it a few times to look at the vice principal. The metal ball casually spilled on the conference table.

The core elders watched the few metal balls rolling on the long oak table, and when they rolled to the edge of the table corner and were about to fall out, they suddenly made a slight 'click' sound, as if they were fixed in the corner magnetically, facing upwards. The metal sphere began to emit silver-blue light, and countless chaotic laser lines began to construct a 3D projection on the huge oak conference table.

Many martial elders who have been asleep for decades and have not been able to keep up with the advancement of science and technology opened their eyes wide, watching this ever-changing scene.Anger was operating on the touch version, and the 3D projection on the table was constantly rotating as he fiddled with it. When it was completely frozen, a huge building with a tortoise shell-shaped glass dome appeared in front of everyone.

"This is a former railway station in a coastal city on the other side of the ocean. The total construction area of ​​the station building is 10997 square meters, and the waiting hall can accommodate 4000 people waiting for the train at the same time. It is expected to be officially opened in early September 2011." Angers looked up at the table Introduced by the elders who were looking up at this huge projection.

The elders nodded frequently, all of them were amazed by this exquisite projection technology, and some even gently stretched out their hands to block the ripples on the projected beam.There are also a small number of people silently observing the structure of this building, thinking about why an ordinary train station appeared on the meeting table of the secret party across the ocean.Only some people in the know looked at the 3D projection with a gloomy expression, which naturally included Frost Gattuso. He sat in front of the chair and looked at Angers through the 3D projection with cold eyes, but Angers was Even Yu Guang didn't leave him a point.

"It's a very exquisite projection, as if you are in the scene. But Angers, you said this is a 'former' train station?" Mr. Turing looked sideways at Angers and asked.

"Yes, once." Ang nodded and swipe on the touch panel.The next moment, the 3D projection on the conference table changed, and when it reappeared, it was already a horrifying ruin and a terrifying giant sinkhole.

The switch between the exquisite and magnificent architectural masterpiece and the devastating ruins landform made many elders' expressions tremble. The golden pupils under the black clothes carefully observed the ferocious steel bars twisted like snakes in the ruins, and the truncated stones in the spectacular tiankeng. Rock formations and dirt for subways and surge faults.

"This is the current scene of the South Railway Station." Anger said looking at the horrified scars on the ground.

"How long did it take to go from the former to the latter?" asked Mr. Maxwell aloud.He didn't immediately ask what happened, but pointed the question directly at the more core and critical point. The elders of the secret party always look at things from such a pungent and deadly angle.

"Less than ten minutes," Angers said.

"So the instigator was a natural disaster?"

"Yes, not entirely true." Anger said, "After all, it depends on how you define 'natural disaster'."

"Natural disasters have always been defined as catastrophes caused by poor operation of celestial bodies, or non-man-made disasters caused by the chaos and collapse of the earth's ecological environment." Mr. Maxwell gave a precise definition of "natural disasters".

"Can the activities of the Dragon Clan be considered a natural disaster?" Anger asked, looking directly at Mr. Maxwell.

More whispers broke out on the conference table, everyone was aroused by Angers' question, and the only burning pupil on their haggard faces all radiated amazing light.No matter how the years change and how withered their bodies are, they will always be so enthusiastic and passionate when facing the problems of the Dragon Clan.

"Of course." Mr. Maxwell said slowly: "The meaning of natural disasters also includes natural mutations induced by human activities. In the eyes of the Dragon Clan, human activities themselves are an unforgivable sin, so they never hesitate to bring down disasters. In the history of mixed races, the meaning of natural disasters always retains a detailed explanation of an entry: a huge disaster caused by dragons."

"But not all dragons are worthy of the meaning of 'natural disaster'." Mr. Turing said, "nor are all natural disasters able to make you call us together to discuss and discuss."

"Of course it's not ordinary dragons that can cause such damage in 10 minutes. If it's a normal dragon awakening event, of course it wouldn't call so many old immortals to the meeting." The vice principal said lazily while lying on a chair Then, he even scratched his buttocks.

"So, Mr. Flamel, is the theme of this meeting to discuss the disaster caused by this dragon?" Mr. Maxwell looked at the vice-principal.

"Yes, and no." Angers answered the question instead of the vice principal.

"Please speak clearly."

"If you want to understand the theme of this meeting pertinently, I don't think I should answer this question. After all, I have never been the one who convened this meeting." Anger shook his head.

"Aren't you the convener of this meeting?" Mr. Turing asked subconsciously.

"I just prepared this meeting at the request of the school board, don't you think so? Frost Gattuso?" Anger looked sideways at the blond middle-aged man who had been silent from the beginning to the end at the conference table the man asked lightly.

Under everyone's gaze, Frost Gattuso stood up indifferently, "This meeting was convened by a vote of the school board, and there are two themes for the meeting discussed with the elders. illustrate."

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the conference room heard Frost Gattuso's calm, but deafening and terrifying speech.

"I announce that the themes of this meeting of elders are: the possibility of early awakening of the 'King of the Earth and the Mountain' and the possibility of first contact; Vicious betrayal incident!"

(End of this chapter)