Dragon Clan: I can only cheat if I can't lose the Dragon King in seconds

Chapter 103 Slaying the Dragon!

Da-da-da.

The sound of unhurried footsteps sounded in the dark corridor.

Because it has gone bankrupt, there are not many people here, only the bankruptcy liquidation team and a few remaining workers still visit here from time to time, so no one welcomes Chu Tianjiao's arrival.

But it's the same if there is no welcome. Anyway, Chu Tianjiao has never been a person who likes to make big scenes - he has already engraved the disguised caution into his DNA.

He came to the second basement floor. The stairs and corridors were dark and long, and the air was filled with the hum of the air conditioner compressor.

A pungent kerosene smell pierced his nostrils, and there were piles of discarded mechanical parts in the corner, red and rusty.

Chu Tianjiao walked to a door wrapped in iron and stood still, staring at the lock for a long time.

The only reason he had chosen this place as a safe house was that no one would have thought that a top executive from Kassel College would bury all his secrets in this basement that even homeless people would not want to live in.

The environment here is simply terrible.

Chu Tianjiao took out a steel wire from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. After fiddling with it for a while, the lock cylinder turned and the door lock opened with a snap.

An air that smelled far better than the one in the passage rushed out and then bypassed Chu Tianjiao and merged into the air behind him. He stepped in and looked at the furnishings in the house.

A double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk plus a chair, and a small refrigerator, that's all the furniture.

A few steel wires were pulled in a corner of the room, and an old jacket was hung on it.

Chu Tianjiao went up to take off his coat, and a not-so-thin layer of dust fell to the ground with the shaking of the clothes.He tapped the cuffs and neckline a few times, and it looked new again.

This was his favorite coat in the past. He often wore this coat and sang along with Elvis Presley's vinyl records. He imagined himself standing on a big stage and showing enthusiasm, and the audience under him would respond with a wave of his hand. Waves of applause... But due to the nature of the mission, he had to bury himself in this small town.

Chu Tianjiao thought, and put the jacket back on his body, feeling cold to the touch.

He casually picked up the photo frame on the bedside table.

The photo frame is carefully framed, and the outer edge is pinched with a circle of silver wire. The wooden frame looks very old and luxurious.

It's just that now everything is covered with a thick layer of dust, and the faces of women, men, and children can't be seen clearly.

Chu Tianjiao's lips moved, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the child's place, stared at it without speaking.

Time seemed to stand still.

The man who used to live here came back again, his clean and handsome face did not show any signs of aging, and he still looked like a young man in his early 20s. He was speechless looking at the photo of his son, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

After a long time, Chu Tianjiao wrung out a sentence from his throat: "Stinky boy...he's doing well."

He gently put down the photo frame and lifted the mattress abruptly, revealing a secret door hidden underneath that was welded with iron sheet and frame, and the padlock was huge and heavy.

Chu Tianjiao repeated his old tricks and quickly opened the lock, and slipped down a steel pipe.

pat.

In the darkness, Chu Tianjiao turned on the flashlight, and a small beam of light hit the opposite wall, illuminating rows of countless but neatly stacked vinyl records, a whole box of Cuban Cigars, and many bottles of island whiskey.

After many years of fermentation, the orange wine became more crystal clear, and when the light of the flashlight hits the past, people may even mistake the bottles for precious works of art.

A small camera and a complete set of equipment for developing photos are piled up next to the workbench. The cork board in front of the workbench is full of photos nailed with thumbtacks. In the photos, the baby-faced Chu Zihang is already frosted. Chu Tianjiao looked at those photos grin.

Other than that, like the floor above, there are things hanging on the walls.

It's just that instead of clothes, there are red threads so brightly colored that they can ooze blood, and there are hand-cut incident reports or photos hanging on them. The net... Then all the red lines converged at the terminal, pointing to a name drawn in ink - Nid Hogg.

Chu Tianjiao went up to touch the cold name, took out a pen from his pocket and added Odin.

He lit a cigar and started humming, the powerful melody sounded melodiously from his mouth, circling in this narrow secret room.

Chu Tianjiao dragged out an aluminum alloy box, with the emblem of the half-decayed World Tree printed on it, which clearly showed that it was an exquisite product produced by the Kassel Armory.

He took out a black card from one side, and swiped across the groove, the lock cylinder snapped away, revealing the iron guys with a cold light inside.

Then Chu Tianjiao threw away all the things covering the upper layer, the alchemy bullets painted red at the bottom, the S&W M500 revolver, the Beretta... none of these things are important, the important thing is to hide them underneath s things.

Lu Mingfei, who had faced Odin before, didn't know, so he didn't show it.

Chu Tianjiao patiently groped inch by inch on the bottom of the box, and finally touched an almost indistinguishable LCD screen.

His hand pressed on it, leaving a clear fingerprint.

The black LCD screen suddenly lit up, and the battery in it miraculously kept working after five years.

A little blue figure jumped up and down on the screen - if Finger or someone standing here would definitely recognize it, this was actually Norma, the secretary of the college.

"S-level, Chu Tianjiao, ID number AA0003. Identity verification passed, welcome back."

I don't know if it was his own illusion, Chu Tianjiao clearly felt that the blue girl's cold AI synthesized voice... mixed with some emotions of relief, it was deafening.

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The train gallops through the dark night.

Across an oak table, Lu Mingfei, Finger, Su Ting, and Professor Guderian sat at the two ends of the table to "dominate the river", just like the scene of the three heroes fighting Lu Bu.

And although this Lu Bu's figure is extremely strong, he must be able to swing Fang Tian's painting halberd, but he is a bit too old, and his smiling and happy face makes him destined to be the unlucky Lu Bu who suffers from Alzheimer's.

The carriage is in an elegant European style. The walls are decorated with Victorian-style patterned wallpaper, the portholes are wrapped in solid wood, and the dark green leather sofa is embroidered with gold thread. Nothing is not delicate.

Su Ting yawned and sat at the back of the seat, together with Finger, sandwiched Lu Mingfei to form a sandwich.

Lu Mingfei and Finger had already changed into the school uniforms of Kassel College, while Su Ting was still wearing his own set of clothes, and the reason given was "convenient to move". Professor Guderian scratched his head and said no Leave him alone.

After all, Su Ting is a student of Schneider, and a student of a rough man is of course a rough man.Guderian said in his heart.

On this point of cognition, he and his old friend Manstein have a high degree of agreement. They think that those guys in the executive department can be regarded as butchers, but they still want to pretend to be civilized people.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or hot chocolate? It doesn't look like you can drink." Guderian asked.He leaned against the wall, and behind him was a huge painting covered by canvas.

"I want hot chocolate!" Before Lu Mingfei could speak, Finger had already raised his hand proudly, like a three-good student rushing to answer questions. No one would have thought that his positive attitude would be Eating and drinking.

"I didn't ask you, be serious." Guderian straightened his face, and then turned to Lu Mingfei. The seriousness on his face suddenly melted like spring snow in warm wind, and was replaced by a kind smile, the same as when we met before. Same.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder if this guy might have learned the quintessence of Chinese culture to change his face.

"I'm your temporary tutor, assigned by the college, and now we're going to start freshman counseling."

"Why didn't I have this link when I was in school? I can have a drink or something." Su Ting whispered across Lu Mingfei and Finger.

"This is just something to appease the students. As for you, junior brother, why do you need appeasement?" Fingel whispered in Su Ting's ear.

The heat of their conversation sprayed on the back of Lu Mingfei's neck, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he simply shrank his head: "So... exaggerated?"

Professor Guderian watched Su Ting and Fingel whispering with twitching corners of his mouth, and gritted his molars: "In fact, it may be more exaggerated than you think."

He whispered: "Well, what I want to tell you first is that after arriving at the college, the college will conduct an entrance qualification exam for each student. We call it the '3E' exam. Before passing the exam, you are actually in a If you have not yet been admitted, you cannot receive the scholarship."

"Qualification... qualification exam?" Lu Mingfei stammered, "What kind of exam? Written exam or interview? I didn't say there was an exam..."

"Written test, but don't worry." Guderian smiled and pushed over a document, "It should be very simple for you. There is a confidentiality agreement here, you sign it first."

Lu Mingfei took over the agreement, and the Latin and English on it complemented each other. Most of the words and sentences made him a little confused, so Lu Mingfei looked at Su Ting subconsciously.

"Sign it, there's no problem." Su Ting nodded towards him, and then Lu Mingfei took a long breath and signed his flamboyant name at the end.

In a foreign country, the train he was riding was running on the rails at a high speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, and it was said that its terminal station was a big mountain... Under such circumstances, Lu Mingfei instinctively took his only acquaintance Su Ting took it as a life-saving straw.

"Okay..." Guderian put the flamboyant agreement into his suitcase with satisfaction, and then folded his hands together, "Now I want to show you a painting, which can help you complete This admission counseling."

With that said, Guderian got up, grabbed the corner of the canvas on the giant oil painting behind him, and shook it away.

Su Ting frowned when his eyes touched the painting, and a very uncomfortable feeling burst out from the bottom of his heart.

He suppressed the urge to rush up and kick the painting shelf down, and continued to sit on his seat, and suddenly thought of the picture he "saw" when he entered school... Could it not be the words of Teacher Toyama Masashi at all? Due to spiritual ability?
It feels exactly the same now as it did back then!It's just that the current self can endure and restrain that boredom and anger.

"Dragon?" Lu Mingfei trembled his lips.

"Yes, Dragon." Professor Guderian nodded in agreement with his answer, "How do you feel?"

"The painting skills are good." Lu Mingfei said calmly and seriously.

He looked at the contents of the painting carefully.

The sky on the screen is iron blue, mixed with the color of flames.The only giant tree stood upright, and its dead branches spread out in all directions to form a dense net, supporting the cracked sky.

The wasteland is full of dead bones, and black giants rise from the depths of the pile of bones, with skeletons hanging on their wings.

Professor Guderian smiled, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Sure enough, the principal's rating is correct...Ming Fei, you are the calmest freshman I have ever seen when seeing this painting!"

"What?" Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at Su Ting, whose face turned a little pale, not understanding what was wrong with him, "Brother Ting, are you feeling well?"

"Hmm... kind of, Professor, could I trouble you to put that painting back on?"

Su Ting felt a little disgusted when he saw that painting, as if the painting was not a black dragon but a pile of oligo, and the black and red lines looked messy - of course, this was added by Su Ting himself "filter".

Although it wasn't a big deal, Su Ting didn't have to be disgusted with himself, so he simply blocked the painting again.

"Yes." Professor Guderian re-covered the canvas calmly, and then began to talk to Lu Mingfei again, "The creature on the painting is indeed a dragon, more precisely, it is the Dragon Emperor Ned Hoag."

"Mingfei, you read these." Guderian's fingers slid across the hardcover books placed on the huge bookshelf next to the seat, "If you know Latin, you can understand the names of these books, "Dragon Genealogy", "Dragon and Alchemy", "Solomon's Key", "Theory of Draconic Lineage", "Dragon Genetics"..."

"This is our accumulation of thousands of years, which contains the research and exploration of dragons by countless generations."

"Wait a minute, Professor, may I ask a question?"

Lu Mingfei raised his hand, and continued after getting the nod from Professor Guderian, "Is the college telling short stories and then leading to admission counseling? Should we play some role-playing later... I What do you mean, stories about dragons and princesses and warriors?"

This burly old man and Fingal, who is also of great stature, can play the evil dragon, and a princess and a warrior will be born between him and Soutine!
"What? This is the entrance counseling!"

Professor Guderian was at a loss at the beginning, and he couldn't help interrupting his creative association until Lu Mingfei became more and more off-line, "I said this to tell you that we study dragons and trace their footprints. , all purpose is... to slay the dragon!"

He looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes: "The courses of our college are actually designed for Tulong, just like the courses of the business school are for students to master the ancient proposition of 'trading', and the courses of Kassel College are for Students learn to slay dragons!"

"Get down!" Before Lu Mingfei's face twitched to refute this strange old man, he suddenly heard Su Ting's thunderous roar in his ear.

A sharp sound exploded above their heads, and the iron sheet was melted and torn apart... Something came in from the roof of the carriage!

(End of this chapter)