Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 135 No.80 The old hooligans whose years are running out in Act Two
Angers said nothing and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? You don't seem surprised at all when you hear this news?" the night watchman asked dissatisfied.

"To be honest, I don't care much about the illusory god of alchemy right now." Angers sighed, "Another thing happened today that gave me a big headache."

"Tell me, what can give our principal a headache?"

"The school board's investigative team will arrive at the college next week."

"What?" The night watchman was stunned.

"See for yourself." Angers pulled up a document on his laptop and turned the screen to the night watchman.

It was a video, the background was on an unknown beach, and the protagonist in the picture was very familiar, Chu Zihang.

He was fighting several dragon-shaped deadpools, and his exposed skin showed obvious dragon-like characteristics, which was the result of using violent blood.

"Are you kidding..." the night watchman muttered to himself after the video ended.

"I don't want to believe that you can meet a dragon-shaped Deadpool on the beach when you go on a trip. The probability is simply lower than if you are walking on the street and suddenly the sky starts to rain knives." Angers shrugged and turned the notebook back to Facing his position, "But this video exists, and it was obtained by the school board."

"Could it be that old fox Frost?" the night watchman said with a frown.

"It's the same as what I thought, but..." Ange said helplessly, "I have no evidence, so I can't identify anything."

"Where's Norma's surveillance?"

"There's nothing unusual about it. All in all, there's nothing to look for evidence about. If Frost wants to mess with me, he has a hundred ways."

"This is a nominally joint inspection with the Ministry of Education to inspect the running of Kassel College. In fact, the investigation team was eliminated immediately after the Runde Building incident. The purpose should be Chu Zihang, the central figure in the incident. He is in the office these days. Our campus news network is already very popular." Angers said calmly.

"We do have a good paparazzi. A lot of the school board's understanding of the school's situation comes from the news we released on the intranet. They should be able to detect Chu Zihang's abnormal performance."

"It's not just that, right?" The night watchman frowned, "They regard the Chinese information as so important. They must have had doubts about Chu Zihang's identity and the incident very early."

"Even if Chu Zihang doesn't go wrong, they will create something to make Chu Zihang go wrong." Ange didn't seem to be surprised, "Sooner or later it will come, it's just a matter of time."

"Then what are you going to do?" asked the night watchman.

"You must help me." Angers stared into the night watchman's eyes.

"Say it as if I owe you something..." the night watchman muttered.

"I think there is a reason why you have stayed in Kassel for so many years."

"So I want to ask you what your purpose is? Exchange of feelings is what old friends should do." Angers turned to look at the night watchman, "I seemed to have told you my purpose last time, right? "

The night watchman then scratched his head and twisted his mouth, "I won't tell you...because I don't like lying."

"You used to always talk nice things to women."

"How do you look like a woman in your whole body?"

"I don't want to tell you bad jokes." Angers picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, then put the tea cup on a pile of documents, "Since the school board has sent an investigation team, it means that they have already grudged me on this matter. They have extremely distrustful of me, and I don’t trust their judgment.”

"What about?" The night watchman scratched his head and asked.

"Whether it's because Chu Zihang inherited the Lion Heart Club, or because he is the only person who may have been to the Land of the Dead, I don't want the school board to kick him out of this campus."

"Among the professors, the only one who will definitely protect Chu Zihang is Schneider. He controls the execution department, but his influence is not enough. Those old monsters in the department chair..."

"You're an old monster yourself."

Ange ignored him, "I will still respect the opinion of the school board. The only one who can help me retain Chu Zihang is you. You have been my friend for many years. I need your answer. No need to say more, just a one-word answer." "

"You are just forcing me to express my position..." The night watchman huddled in his chair, folded his arms, and sighed with his stomach raised.

"One word, yes or no." Angers' voice became stern. He knew that it was useless to beg this person. This person looked sloppy, but he had his own judgment on everything.

"I remember that it was my opinion to promote Chinese education in the college." The night watchman said slowly.

Angers was taken aback.

"Everyone in this college speaks Chinese, so that we can slay the dragon in China's 'Eastern Strategy', and the word 'bad' in Chinese is two words," the night watchman tilted his head and looked at Ange, "But you want One word answer, I can only say..."

After a long silence, an imperceptible smile flashed across Ange's lips, "Do you have to keep it secret like this?"

"I also say 'bah'..." The night watchman waved his hand, "But I am an educated person, and this kind of word cannot come out of my mouth, so I'd better say 'ok'."

"You seem to be someone who will die if you don't tell cold jokes." Ange waved his hand and poured him a full cup of black tea.

"No need to pour it for me anymore," the night watchman said with disdain, "I don't like drinking tea. Giving me a can of your high-end black tea is not as refreshing as giving me a bottle of whiskey."

"How are you going to help me?"

"I said I would help, then I will definitely help." The night watchman glanced at him, "Are you expressing your doubts about my ability?"

"No, not really, I'm just curious." Angers raised his hand.

"How should I put it..." The night watchman shrugged, "To be honest, I wanted a student to do this."

"student?"

"Yes, he is a student." The night watchman stood up unceremoniously, moved the laptop on the table in front of him, entered a certain interface with ease, and clicked a few more times, "Let me introduce you, your eldest Undergrad, Fingel, head of the campus news network, leader of the paparazzi on this campus.”

He showed off his laptop screen to Angers.

"I know he is my oldest undergraduate student..." Angers held his forehead, "But I really can't think of how he can help me in this matter." "You know what kind of people in the world always Will your secrets be spread all over the place?" The night watchman put on an instructive expression, "No, don't guess, it's not WikiLeaks, it's the paparazzi."

"Paparazzi are the most dedicated journalists in the world. Their sense of smell for gossip is unparalleled. More importantly, they are a group of skeptics. Their sense of smell for gossip is unparalleled..."

"More importantly, they are a group of skeptics who doubt everything. Any pair of men and women in the world may have an affair in their eyes, even if one of them is a princess of a European royal family and the other is an indigenous person in southern Africa."

"Of course, they don't let go of a man or a woman now. They are pervasive." The night watchman changed the topic, "But the people who are easiest to discover secrets are also the best at covering up secrets, because they know where the secrets may come from. leaked in the channel.”

"Is there any necessary connection with this matter?" Angers started tapping the table with his fingers again. Over the years, the night watchman knew that this habit of his was a sign of his suspicion.

"You will know when you see for yourself." He was not angry, because he also knew that this matter sounded really nonsense.

"You just said, 'You'll see for yourself when the time comes,' and you want me to make a big bet?" Angers said, "Find out what the consequences will be if I lose the bet."

"I was kicked off the stage, and Chu Zihang was imprisoned for life on the grounds of being a dangerous hybrid."

"Is it too..."

"You are asking me to help you." The night watchman interrupted him, "I also hope you understand this. There is a Chinese idiom, a fight against the odds. Anyway, even if you don't gamble, you will be kicked out. You might as well gamble. Give it a try, maybe there is hope for a comeback.”

"And..." The night watchman suddenly laughed slyly, "To be honest, I quite hope you will be kicked out. I have been the vice principal for 100 years, and it is time for me to be promoted to a full position."

"..." Angers ignored the night watchman's bad words and thought in silence for a while.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." He leaned back, lay down on the chair, and stared at the ceiling.

"A wise choice," said the Night's Watcher.

"Why are you connected with Fingel?" Angers asked, still staring at the ceiling. "Logically, you and him should be incompatible with each other."

"You don't know?" The night watchman was so shocked that he cursed, "I fucking always thought you knew."

"Don't be so sentimental, I've never been interested in your private life." Angers said lightly.

"Okay, even if you are not interested in my private life, have you never noticed the name of the discussion board on the school network?"

Angers understood, that discussion forum was called... "Night Watch Discussion Forum".As a principal, he doesn't have time to spend a lot of time online. He has endless things to do and drives his Maserati around the world.

He originally thought that the name just expressed the students' respect for the guy hiding in the bell tower. Now it seems that the reason why the campus paparazzi are so arrogant and spread the information everywhere is because there is someone hiding behind the scenes.

It’s no wonder that an old guy who spends his whole day sitting in a bell tower drinking and reading beauty magazines lacks opportunities to understand the outside world if he doesn’t go online.

Well, Angers resisted the urge to throw tables and chairs at this guy, "Why should Fingel help me? This vortex is very deep, and no sensible person would want to get involved."

"If our president is willing to use his privileges to allow Fingel to graduate this year, I think Fingel will be very willing to serve you." The night watchman said casually.

"Then it's settled." Angers finally straightened up, "Now our topic returns to what you saw today. You said that the God of Alchemy came to you. What exactly happened?"

"He is the one who came to find me." said the night watchman. "He is still in our school."

"In our school?" Angers seemed a little surprised, "Where are you now?"

"Outside your principal's office." The night watchman said in a sinister tone. "Speaking of it, you are really powerful. The first generation Flamel had to kowtow when he saw him. Now you are hanging outside the door. Half an hour.”

"I will apologize to him." Angers stood up, walked to the mirror, straightened his collar, and then walked solemnly to the door.

"Hey, old friend, I have to remind you..." The night watchman wanted to say something, but it was too late. Angers had already opened the door.

"It's over..." He lowered his head, as if he didn't want to see the bloody scene that followed.

With a "swish" sound, Ange pulled out the folding knife in his sleeve the moment he saw the person outside the door, and at the same time turned on "Word Spirit·Time Zero".

"Wait a minute!" The man watched Ange rush towards him, his fingers moved slightly, and then Ange was blocked by a transparent barrier.

"What is your purpose!" Ange asked sternly, the blazing golden light glowing in those iron-gray pupils.

Damn it, a Dragon King-level figure?Completely unaffected by his "Word Spirit Time Zero", and still pushing "Time Zero" to the extreme, is Cassel College going to be destroyed today?
Just like that night 100 years ago...

"My purpose?" The man scratched his head in the barrier, "It's very simple. To help Cassel College overcome the next difficulties."

"Stop it, Ange, the master does not mean any harm." The night watchman slowly walked out of the door and said, "You don't even think about it. Just because he is willing to wait for you outside the door for so long can explain the problem."

"Would you believe the words of a pure-blooded dragon?" Ange's voice was low, but he still did not put down his battle-ready posture and stared at the man.

"There's really no malice..." The man raised his hand innocently.

The two remained face to face for several minutes.

"Alas." The night watchman suddenly sighed and said to Ange, "You have watched "Unforgiven" with me three times. Do you remember the plot of this movie?"

"Tell me this now?" Angers almost couldn't hold back, "How out of touch are you? Now a living pure-blood dragon is standing in front of me, and it is very likely that it is a Dragon King level dragon. You Do you expect me to answer your bullshit questions?”

"If the master wanted to kill you, he would have killed you long ago, okay?" the night watchman said impatiently, "Who do you think you are? Angers, you are over 130 years old. You are already very old and will soon die. In fact, you don’t have the ability to be such a badass anymore, right?”

"..." Angers was silent for a while, put the folding knife into his sleeve, and then nodded, "I don't deny that I am old."

"That's right, let's sit down and talk in a friendly manner." The night watchman breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not belittling you, Angers. When you were young, you held a folding knife and dared to get close to dragons. The one who fights.”

"But last year in the Bronze and Fire incident, when you rushed towards the Dragon King, you asked Lu Mingfei behind you to hold a sniper rifle and leave the killing with one shot to others."

"Actually, I remember the plot of that movie." Angers whispered, his figure seemed to stoop all of a sudden. At this moment, he was no longer the majestic and legendary dragon slayer, but an old man who had to accept his old age.

(End of this chapter)