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

Chapter 64 School Board

Italy, Portofino
The blue-green blue-green water is so clear that you can see the bottom at a glance. There is an emerald green leaf floating leisurely on the water surface, slowly drifting away with the direction of the water flow.Suddenly there were ripples on the surface of the water, and a Lamborghini roared past the shore at a speed of more than 300km per hour, as arrogant as a shark just out of the water, and then drove towards the winding mountain road.

At the end of the road, a white building in the Splendid Hotel clings to the cliff, and the dedicated parking lot is almost full: a silver Rolls-Royce, an old Jaguar, an AMG converted Mercedes-Benz, and a...orange mountain bike.

Eventually the roar of the Lamborghini engine died down next to the white building, with its walls of hard white marble and narrow windows like a small fortress.

In fact, its level of security is indeed comparable to that of a fortress, and even a company may not be able to successfully attack it—because this is the place where the Kassel School Board Meeting was held, and all the people sitting inside are big figures from the secret party , which one of the incidents is enough to cause earthquake-like vibrations in the world of mixed races.

The door of Lamborghini was opened, and the first thing that came out was a pair of well-crafted Bontoni custom-made leather shoes, with exquisite and gorgeous patterns walking on them.The owner of the leather shoes stood firmly on the ground, stepping on solid ground.

This simple act of stretching your feet and stepping on the ground alone can leave a deep impression of a tough guy.

The person who got out of the Lamborghini was an old man with gray hair, his face was as tough and rough as granite, like Michelangelo's sculpture.

Already more than 130 years old, he still has a thick Montecris to No.2 in his mouth. He wears an expensive custom-made suit sewn by an Italian suit master himself, with a white handkerchief in his left breast pocket. She looks as elegant as a top male model at Milan Fashion Week.

This is Hilbert Jean Angers, the current rector of the Cassel Academy.

He stared at the white building in front of him, raised the corner of his mouth and walked in.

A secret organization that has lasted for thousands of years, a dragon slaying army composed entirely of mixed races, and a "secret party of dragon blood" that has trained countless outstanding fighters and talents. The trustees of Cassel College.The school council is equivalent to the council of elders, and possesses the most lofty power among the secret parties of this faction, and Angers is nominally just a speaker jointly elected by them.

"Ange, you're late again."

The "palace" that used to be an ancient monk's penance place was abnormally dark. A huge carved red sandalwood hardwood long table stretched across the wide hall, and the lit candlesticks on the long table illuminated the faces of five people.

The one who just spoke was the representative of the Gattuso family, Frost Gattuso.

"Really? Forgive me, this small Italian city is so beautiful, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times."

Ange walked casually to the end of the long table, where a seat had already been reserved for him.

"Everyone is here... Oh, except for the young master, but it's harmless." Anger took the cigar out of his mouth and rang the small brass bell, "Then I announce the emergency school board meeting Start here."

Ange's extremely fast speech stopped the gloomy-faced Frost from opening his mouth again, so he could only sit in his seat peacefully. His crisp black suit looked solemn like a funeral decoration.

There were six people in total, except for Frost Gattuso sitting on both sides of Angers, there was another man who was so old that his age was almost unrecognizable, with a crimson handkerchief stuffed in his jacket pocket, he stared silently. In front of him, the red sandalwood beads in his hand kept turning, as if nothing could attract his attention.

The rest are a man and two women. A man who is no more than 40 or [-] years old is wearing a bright yellow sportswear. The bicycle helmet of the same color has just been taken off and placed on the right hand side. It makes people think that he is here to participate in a bicycle race. A sprint race rather than a serious meeting, and the orange mountain bike in the parking lot clearly belongs to him.

On the right side of the man is a girl who looks like a European noble lady. She has a bright appearance in her 20s, but she wears 30-year-old makeup. She is so dignified and outrageous. The silky clothes made of expensive fabrics are like clouds on her body. Especially fitting—Elizabeth Laurent, taking over the school trusteeship from her father who died in a plane crash.Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe.

Sitting opposite Elizabeth Laurent was a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a serious face and a little baby fat on her cheeks. The butler standing behind her held her head high.

"Ange, I hope you can give us enough evidence to allow your precious student to stay in the academy."

Frost lightly picked up the small brass bell in front of him and shook it, which is the tradition of speaking in school board meetings.

"What? I don't think Su Ting is not qualified to stay in Kassel. He is an excellent S-level hybrid, and he didn't fail too many subjects. He even handled an A-level task perfectly. He will be nearly The best dragon slayer in decades! He is destined to ring the funeral bell for the Dragon King."

Angers' voice was extremely relaxed, as if he didn't take Frost's question to heart at all.

So Frost paused on the ground with his cane, and rang the bell again.

"Calm down, my old friend, calm down." Angers rang the bell and exhaled a thick smoke ring, "This is an assassination operation, Frost. So the incoming killer has a bomb implanted in his body, once It's not Soutine's fault that the heart stops beating and there's a violent explosion."

"The test attached to the mission report did not mention any explosives at the scene." Frost refused to budge, staring at Angers with old but not cloudy eyes.

"Maybe they forgot to add it? Who knows."

Angers shrugged his shoulders, as if he was watching everything at the scene.

　Chapter 2 ha~
　　There was also a question about Fingal's class before. At that time, many book friends told me that it was F-level, but today when I was looking through the dragon clan, I found the original text of Fingal's downgrading to G-level in Long Er...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)