Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 186 1 Thirty Acts Their Long-cherished Wish

"Mr. Meineke, we just went to the toilet." Fingel opened the door and walked out.

"Six people coming together?" Meineke looked at Fingel with a half-smile.

"Haha, that's it." Fingel said nonsense seriously.

Meineke said nothing, but felt a strange sense of intimacy. He looked at these young people as if they were his descendants.

"We are drinking tea upstairs." He smiled, "Would you like to have some too?"

Fingel and Lu Mingfei looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"No problem!" Lu Mingfei signaled with his eyes.

"It's what I asked for." Fingel turned to look at Meineke.

"Although we have only just met, I think you are trustworthy people. I have always been very accurate in judging people."

"It would be better if you could chat with the old man." Meineke shrugged, "After all, there are some things that are inconvenient for me to say in my capacity."

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Darjeeling tea from India is brewed extremely rich and fresh milk is added.

Viscount Charlotte was sitting in the classical study room of Cassel Manor, sitting among countless bookshelves, enjoying this authentic British tea, looking at the rainy sky outside, vaguely, dark clouds were rolling, and the real heavy rain had not yet begun. Falling, the sky seems to be trying its best to restrain the desire of heavy rain.

Mendelssohn's piano music was playing on the shaker, Marquis Gambert was eating freshly baked waffles, and Lord Mayek was admiring the exquisite bone china. The three of them had not spoken for a long time.

A knock on the door broke the silence.

"Please come in," Viscount Charlotte said.

"Hello." Fingel nodded and came in, followed by a large group of people.

"It seems I have to prepare more teacups." Viscount Charlotte raised his gray eyebrows and was about to stand up.

"How can you come here for such a thing?" Fingel quickly pressed the old man's shoulders, "Tell us, we can just get it ourselves."

"The teacup is in the cabinet of the second drawer from the left. You can use it as soon as you take it out. There is no need to wash it." Viscount Charlotte said with a gentle face. He had not been as relaxed as he was now for many years.

"Do you feel that these young people are very familiar?" Marquis Gambert whispered to him quietly, "You can even call them friendly."

"Me too." Viscount Charlotte replied, "Are they also hybrids? Because of the "Blood Mourning", it is impossible for us to feel close to ordinary humans. "

"It's possible." Marquis Gambert nodded, "It shouldn't be a coincidence that they came to the manor."

"Perhaps so."

"Speaking of it, I'm really old. When I encountered this kind of thing when I was young, I would stand excitedly next to the doctor and gear up." Viscount Charlotte said leisurely, holding up the teacup in one hand and playing with his outdated knife with the other. flintlock gun.

The aroma of tea filled the air, and he raised his eyes to watch Fingel making tea.

"Of course you are old, you deserve to die." Lord Mayek responded slowly but rudely.

The old guys are no longer angry at such sharp words. They have been partners for too many years, and they have changed from full-blooded competitors to being like conjoined triplets now.

"Meineke is right, now is the age of science, and maybe this is our chance to launch a counterattack." Marquis Gambet said, "Before we die, maybe we still have time to do something."

"But I think we have been suppressing them for hundreds of years," said Viscount Charlotte. "None of their hiding places can escape our control."

"That's just the surface, if there's one resurgence we're in big trouble," Lord Mayek said.

"It's not impossible to revive them. We can use cannons with silver bullets to blast them into a pile of cells!" Viscount Charlotte said.

"But how do you think the emperor would explain this to the people? We killed a giant dragon with heavy artillery?"

"Everyone, let me interrupt..." Fingel raised his hand weakly, "Actually, you all know, we are mixed races."

"I've got a pretty good guess." Viscount Charlotte nodded, his eyes sharpening suddenly, "Then... what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"I want to say that we came here out of nowhere, do you believe it or not?" Fingel cried, and now he was still very aggrieved.

"Letter." Viscount Charlotte nodded.

"I also said that we are actually members of the secret party, do you believe it?"

"Xin...wait, are you also a secret party?" Viscount Charlotte's cloudy eyes widened.

"The Chinese branch of the Dragon Blood Secret Party!" Fingel stood up straight and patted his chest with a proud look on his face, "I am Zhang Facai!"

"I didn't expect that Shan Yan would develop so many secret parties in China." Viscount Charlotte smiled, "It's really good. The speed is faster than I thought."

"Of course, we are in the age of science and technology, and radio waves will bring information to China and even every corner of the world, but there are also disadvantages to this."

"Everyone from Japan to America will be trying to figure out what the truth is about the world," Lord Mayek said.

"Those things in the legend have really appeared. I can only imagine what a devastating situation it would be. The powerful power will be abused."

Viscount Charlotte frowned, "Yes, in the era of the Kingdom of Prussia, we only needed to dig a hole and bury the corpse, and give the farmers a little money to solve the problem. The age of science is really scary."

Lu Mingfei quietly poked Fingel, and Fingel said he was innocent.

"The one I'm scolding is you! You paparazzi!" Lu Mingfei glared.

"But science is also powerful. Now our railways extend in all directions, and we can already use airships to fly to the sky. I heard that some people are studying aircraft that are heavier than air like birds. We have guns and cannons, and they are powerful." Lord Mayek looked at his two old partners, "Why don't we try to launch a war and solve all the problems at once?" "The emperor also thinks so, why not launch a war and solve the entire Europe at once?" Gan Marquis Bethe smiled, "He talked to me about it last week."

"I think so too!" Fingel suddenly shouted with great ambition.

"Are you referring to the German Emperor or to our vision?" Viscount Charlotte smiled again, as he always did tonight.

"Of course it is the idea of ​​the Camarilla." Fingel said, "I think we should launch a general war against the dragons and get rid of them once and for all."

"Young man, it is well said that I am not as interested in the great German Emperor as I am in Nidhogg." Lord Mayek said.

"Nidhogg?" Viscount Charlotte raised an eyebrow, "I'm also very interested in him."

"Dragon King Nidhogg, the ancestor of all dragons, if you kill him, you will kill all dragons. This is what the classics say." Lord Mayek lowered his voice.

"First of all, can we believe the words of the ancients who had no guns and could only rely on cold weapons to slay dragons? Secondly, we have to find Nidhogg. Finally, we have to kill him. He has not appeared for thousands of years. No one has ever been able to really hurt him." Marquis Beninte's eyes shone slightly, "Mayek, my old friend, I heard that you have some novel ideas, please tell us."

"You are right. No one can kill Nidhogg. The only one who can kill Nidhogg is himself." Lord Mayek said softly.

"Young men, you may have to stay away for a while." Viscount Charlotte said lightly.

Fingel was stunned for a moment, and then the three old men leaned forward in unison, wrapping up the most secret conversation between them. A purple mountain stretched across the sky directly to the earth, and their backs were illuminated by a sad light.

After a long confidential conversation, the three of them were exhausted as if they had gone through a long-distance obstacle race. They resumed their sitting postures leaning on the backs of their chairs and remained silent in unison.

"What do you think of Menek?" Lord Mayek asked.

"Although he is a playful child, he and his partners are brave and smart enough, just like us back then." Marquis Benint said.

"Then I hereby propose that Menek Cassel, a descendant of the Cassel family, become the next leader of the secret party and replace our elders." Lord Mayek raised his hand, "It is our new leader. Time for blood.”

After a brief silence, Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambernin also raised their hands, and this crucial but extremely simple vote was completed.

Lord Mayek smiled, "Old guys, we haven't felt this relaxed for many years. My next proposal is, why don't we set up an academy?"

"Academy?" Marquis Gambert was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, that's right, the academy!"

"An academy that teaches secret knowledge only recruits a limited number of students, but they should be the most outstanding, the most elite, and the best!" Lord Mayek clenched his fists, "We will use them to organize an army! Win our war!"

Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambert were silent together. After a long time, Viscount Charlotte sighed, "Mayek, like Meineke, you are a young man with restless blood flowing in your veins! Your heavy Sun Du was able to fly away on his bicycle, but you are an old man and you are not willing to lie down and die quietly."

"To win this war, we should be prepared to make huge sacrifices, and we will need more people to help us. Just like Meineke and his "Lion Heart Club." "

"And now is the age of science. We must learn to arm ourselves with science."

"We can find the best teachers for young people, provide the best conditions, and train them into unparalleled elite talents. There are only a handful of people in the world with our financial resources and influence, and we will become better with the help of education. More powerful!" Mayek raised a hand, "Can we vote by show of hands now?"

Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambert looked at each other and raised their hands together.

"Okay, okay," Viscount Charlotte smiled, "I just hope that when the first batch of students graduate, I can be alive to award them with their degrees to satisfy my vanity as an old man."

"What is the name of the college?" asked Marquis Gambet.

"Since Oxford and Cambridge are both named after places, why not name it Cassel College? We established this college at Cassel Manor." Viscount Charlotte suggested.

"Hello Cassel College! Then it's decided." Lord Mayek stood up, "Then those here today are the three directors of Cassel College. Shouldn't we celebrate? I should Go to the wine cellar and find a bottle of good wine."

"Don't go there for the time being. I think the wine cellar is very busy," Viscount Charlotte said. "We might as well think about how to build this college. I insist that physical fitness is one of the most important qualities of our students. We should build them the best stadium."

"Yes! There should be complete sports facilities like the ancient Roman Arena. Yes, do you remember the Olympic Games held by Coubertin in Greece five years ago? We should have such luxurious sports venues!" He said. A little excited.

"Students should be divided into three departments, involving technology, alchemy and biological anatomy respectively. Students should be encouraged to establish their own organizations, like fraternities like the "Lion Hearts", and they will produce the culture of their own small circle. "

"This power will be quite powerful. We should give funding to these fraternities. In addition, there will be beautiful girls in the fraternities. This will make the boys unite better!"

Marquis Gambert touched his chin happily and thought, "We have to say that. Thinking about it, I suddenly felt that Mayek is a genius and can come up with such a good idea. This way we will have a lot to do."

The old people discussed happily and shook hands with each other. They were classmates in Oxford, and even members of the same fraternity. Their minds were open, and they all thought of the shared memory of the girl with slender legs running on the sports field when they were classmates in Oxford. Make them feel young again, their blood flow speeds up, and their faces smile.

Meineke raised his head blankly and looked at the second floor. He was very puzzled when he heard the cheerful laughter of those old guys coming out of the window.

"What are they happy about?" Lu Shanyan didn't understand, so he put down the telescope and walked to Menike.

Meineke frowned and shook his head, "I really don't know. As a group of people who control half of the country's wealth but are about to be buried, they are now like the gangsters who whistle when they see a pretty girl in a bar."

Before he finished speaking, a loud whistle cut through the air, like a bird taking off, passing through the window and disappearing into this stormy night. This was obviously the voice of Marquis Gambert.

Menike and Lu Shanyan looked at each other.

"Have you got girls for them upstairs besides English tea?"

"How is it possible?" Menec said righteously, "Although I'm not a very serious person, I also want to take care of the cardiovascular system of those old guys, do you think it's good for us to let their excited nosebleeds splatter? "

"But that laughter is really obscene." Lu Shanyan spread his hands.

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"Young men." Viscount Charlotte turned to the few people beside him who could not say anything and stared blankly. "Would you like to be the first batch of students at Kassel College?"

"It's an honor." Fingel rarely put away his frivolity and said seriously.

(End of this chapter)