Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 42 The Honest Long Kui

Professor Manstein looked at Long Kui's test paper in his hand with astonishment, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, US time, and it has been ten minutes since the 3E exam ended.

Ten minutes ago, Long Kui walked out of the classroom with a calm face. When he left, he said hello to Professor Manstein, who was in charge of invigilating the exam.

The latter looked at Long Kui's confident look and thought to himself, "It's stable", and couldn't help but reveal a kind smile on his face.

Then when Professor Manstein walked to the desk and put away the test papers, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

The test paper he picked up was blank, a clean piece of white paper.

Then Professor Manstein took this piece of white paper, his head buzzed, and his thoughts immediately flew to the outside of the universe.

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Long Kui listened to music for nearly two hours, ranging from rock music to classical music. He had not listened to music for this long in Island and in this world. Long Kui was a little hungry after listening to it.

Then, relying on the Dragon Slayer's excellent sense of smell, he successfully found the restaurant at Kassel College.

Originally, Long Kui had some small expectations for this university restaurant that was said to be "aimed at slaying dragons", imagining that it would sell all kinds of dragon dishes.

Who knew that the last thing served to him would still be sauced pork elbows.

There is no way, there are still three days before the start of the new semester, and so far there are only one or two cafeterias that still serve food.

After eating the elbow, Long Kui didn't forget to bring some food to the arrogant senior in the dormitory to prevent him from starving to death in the dormitory.

"Squeak..."

Long Kui gently pushed open the dormitory door, and was greeted by the stench of fermented corpses.

His sense of smell was extremely sensitive, and he almost fainted when he smelled the smell.

Long Kui covered his mouth and nose with his right hand and looked towards the source of the smell with dark lines on his face.

I saw a mountain of smelly socks placed on the lower bunk. The smell was so strong that it killed several flies.

"Junior brother is back!" Hearing the sound of the dormitory door being opened, Fingel sat cross-legged on the armchair, sucking instant noodles in his mouth, and said hello.

Long Kui frowned, holding the elbow in his hand, carefully walked through the "biochemistry" area, walked to the other party, then covered his mouth and nose, and spoke with difficulty:

"Senior...can't you smell the stink?"

"Stinky?" Fingel, who was eating noodles, was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly put down the instant noodles in his hand, ran to the bed, picked up the pile of smelly socks, and put them in in the plastic bag below.

Then he tied a tight knot, touched the back of his head, and said with an embarrassed smile:
"Hahaha...I'm really sorry. I'm used to living alone. I originally planned to collect these socks and wash them together, but I forgot about them when I was hungry..."

Long Kui couldn't bear the smell anymore. He was about to go out for some air. Suddenly, he felt as if something was holding his left leg. Looking down, he saw Mammon, who was already half-dead from being smoked, struggling to hook his trouser legs with his claws. His royal blue pupils were full of "take me away quickly" signs of help.

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After a while, Long Kui forced all the windows to be opened for ventilation, and finally the unacceptable stench was eliminated.

Then Fingel asked inarticulately while chewing on the big elbow that the other party brought back from the cafeteria:

"Junior brother, how did you do in today's 3E exam? Isn't it very easy?"

Long Kui asked while comforting Mammon who was deeply injured internally:

"Senior, how did you write those dragon texts hidden under the music when you were taking the 3E exam?"

After Fingel heard this sentence, he couldn't help but stop chewing his elbow, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then replied:
"It's very simple. Just resonate with those dragon texts. We hybrids are born with dragon blood in our bodies. Even if we have never learned these dragon texts, as long as we hear them, we will naturally have spiritual vision, and those dragon texts will naturally appear. It’s in my mind.”

"So...if someone turns in a blank paper, they will be judged as ordinary people?" Long Kui touched his chin.

"That's for sure. As long as it's a hybrid with dragon blood in its body, unless the proportion is too thin, it will definitely be able to resonate with dragon blood." Fingel licked the sauce on five fingers one by one and continued:
"It means that everyone in tests like the 3E exam relies on bloodline. The more corrupt the bloodline, the better the final test result will be. On the contrary, the worse the bloodline, the less sensitive it will be to Long Wen's performance. Generally speaking, this Such students will either be demoted or expelled from school."

"Expelled from school?" Long Kui's hand touching Mamon suddenly tightened. He really didn't expect that he would have such a hand if he failed in the 3E exam.

"Yes, I ordered you to drop out of school. Our school is a dragon-slaying school. We really need to go to the battlefield with real swords and guns. The combat effectiveness of a mixed-race is linked to his blood. Instead of letting those low-blooded hybrids or ordinary people go up and send them How about letting them go back to their hometowns and live an ordinary life, isn't that very humane?"

Fingel pulled hard on the skinned part of the elbow, and while cursing those British guys for not knowing how to stew elbow, he answered Long Kui's question.

After answering, he specially added:
"But these are just fun for you. Junior Brother You's performance in the two major clubs of the Free One-Day Lion-Slaying Club and the Student Union is a standard S-class super hybrid. You don't have to worry about this at all!"

"I think we should be more worried." Long Kui rubbed his temples and said slowly:

"What I handed in... was a blank paper."

Click!

Fingel's movement of chewing his elbow suddenly froze, and the whole dormitory suddenly became quiet.

"Are you kidding me, junior brother." He turned his head mechanically, with a stiff smile on his face.

"What I said is true." Long Kui said quietly:

"Yesterday, I saw that both Professor Manstein and senior you were very calm about the 3E exam. They thought it was just a small test at the beginning of the school year. So, when I didn't understand the dragon text, I I handed in the blank paper very honestly."

"Clap!"

Fingel stared at Long Kui next to him with wide eyes. The elbow in his hand fell to the ground without even reacting.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into an eerie silence again.

After a moment, the sixth-grade senior showed a rare calm side. He looked straight at Long Kui with his silver-grey pupils and asked quietly:
"You really...have no reaction to Long Wen?"

(End of this chapter)