Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 26 Class
"Brother, I admire you very much. You are so generous to a senior who has an empty stomach. How loyal you are!"

Fingel lay stretched out on the seat of Burger King, using a toothpick that he didn't know where to pick the gap between his teeth, and said with satisfaction.

"Hiccup~"

After saying that, he touched his growing belly and burped happily.

Long Kui, who was sitting opposite him, looked at the three Royal Forts, two cups of Coke, and a whole fried chicken that had been wiped out on the dining table with a look of despair.

Yes, these are the work of the long-haired German guy in front.

Originally he thought that the person opposite him was a dog, but now it seems that the pig is more suitable.

Now Long Kui is very smart. If he had Professor Manstein's phone number now, he would definitely call him and apply for withdrawal from school without hesitation.

Are all the students from Kassel College reincarnated as hungry ghosts?
"Ahem." He looked at Fingel, who was lying opposite and enjoying the sunshine comfortably, covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice, and then said casually:
"Senior, have you eaten enough? Now it's time to tell me how to find the CC1000 express train, right?"

"Don't worry! Junior, you are a gift to me, and I will put you on that train no matter what." Fingel patted his strong chest, looking like he was taking care of everything:

"I take that train to school every year. If I miss this flight, I have to take the helicopter."

"Is the school far from the city?" Long Kui keenly extracted some effective information from the other party's words.

"It's quite far. The campus is in the mountains. Only this train can go there." Finger, who was sitting opposite, dragged his full belly, struggled to get up from the chair, and raised his messy face to the table. , took a sip of Coke, then showed a squinting expression of enjoyment, and said unhurriedly:
"No one knows the schedule. No one here at the Chicago station knows. The last train operator who knew the CC1000 express train schedule died last year. He said that train started operating during World War II."

"But don't worry, that train will always come. I have no choice but to take the train honestly because I'm not of high class."

After saying that, he took out a grease-stained ticket from his arms and handed it to Long Kui opposite.

The ticket was printed with the emblem of the Half-Dead World Tree, which was exactly the same as the ticket in his hand. This made Long Kui calm down, but he still extracted some strange words from Fingel's words just now.

"You just said...class? What is this? Is Kassel College divided into capitalist and socialist schools?"

Fingel bit the straw and sipped the Coke from the paper cup while saying:
"We are an aristocratic school. As you can tell by the name, it is something very rich in the feudal dross of ancient Europe. Just like the fifth-class knighthood in the UK, the higher your class, the greater your privileges in the school. On the contrary, your university After four years, you will be like a mule. You have to eat whatever the cafeteria gives you..."

"Senior, you have been in school for six years, so your class must be very high, right?" Long Kui asked casually.

"To be honest, I am struggling between the serfs and the mules." Fingel spread his hands.

"I understand." Long Kui nodded and asked no more questions.

The two sides suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a while, in order to break the awkward situation, Long Kui took a sip of the coffee in front of him and asked nonchalantly:
"Which mentor does the senior follow in school?"

"Professor Guderian, an interesting little old man, but he is a bit neurotic sometimes."

Fingel slurred incoherently while chewing on the royal castle:

"I suspect he still has some lingering effects."

"Sequelae?" "Yes, he was imprisoned in a mental hospital with Professor Manstein."

"Jing... mental hospital??" Fingel kept saying nothing, and Long Kui subconsciously wanted to get up. He grabbed Mamon's head and turned around to take the plane back to China.

Mental illness, what should I do if the school is built in the mountains? This strong sense of déjà vu from an American horror movie is almost overflowing.

"Can a mentally ill person become a teacher?" Long Kui suppressed the fear in his heart and asked. He now very doubted whether the check that Professor Manstein thrust into him would automatically become a teacher when it was redeemed. It became a ghost coin.

"Hey! Junior, don't look down on mental patients. You will know when you get to school. Compared with students, professors are just like normal people!" Fingel responded with excitement.

Long Kui didn't want to talk at all at this time. He was now seriously considering which time of day it would be better to buy a flight ticket back.

Just when Long Kui was thinking, suddenly, Fingel in front put down the clean hamburger paper in his hand, looked calmly at the platform outside the window, and said softly:

"Take your luggage, the car is here."

Long Kui heard the sound of bells and train whistles coming from outside the window, and saw a train slowly entering the platform of the Chicago train station.

A man wearing a dark green conductor uniform was shaking a small golden bell in his hand, with a golden conductor badge on his hat, and was holding a card machine in his hand.

"CC1000 express train has arrived at the station. Passengers who need to board the train please get on the train as soon as possible..."

Long Kui and Fingel looked at each other, and the latter spread his hands, then walked out of the burger restaurant in a swagger.

"Alas...we've come, whether it's the Long Pond or the Tiger's Den, let's go and see it for ourselves." Long Kui sighed as if he was resigned to his fate, and followed the unreliable senior in front of him out.

"Hey! We are here, Fingel and Long Kui." Fingel waved and ran over with a flattering smile on his face.

Long Kui, on the other hand, was holding his luggage, with Mammon on his shoulders, following behind him.

"Fingel, will you be able to earn enough grade points to successfully graduate this year? I heard that the college has considered moving you down a grade."

The conductor took the oil-stained ticket from Fingel's hand and swiped it into the card machine with disgust.

"Beep." The card machine turned on a green light.

"Huh?" Fingel was stunned for a moment, then muttered with a grimace:

"I'm already at 'E' level, can I go down further?"

"I think there is still room for improvement. After all, English has 26 English letters. I heard that the school has prepared an 'F' grade for you. You can become the first F-grade student in the history of Cassel College. , it can be regarded as 'retiring with success'." The conductor signaled the other party to get on the train quickly, then took the ticket politely handed over by Long Kui from behind, and calmly inserted it into the card reader.

"Ding dong~" The green light glowed brightly, but the sound was cheerful music.

"S-level?!"

The conductor's calm green eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the clear young man in front of him with some surprise.

(End of this chapter)