Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 57 Target: Magician
five hours ago.

The blue water washed over the black reef, leaving patches of white foam on its surface.

There are looming islands on the other side of the sea. There are trees on the islands, a lush and vibrant scene.

This is a seaport town in Italy with beautiful scenery, especially in midsummer.

It is now mid-June, and the atmosphere here is mixed with the gentle sea breeze, exuding a lazy and lazy atmosphere, as if a person here can relax his whole body with just one breath.

It is now June 2007, 6, and summer is about to enter. The annual school board meeting has been convened in advance.

The person responsible for organizing this meeting is the Gattuso family who is in full swing.

They bring hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue to this seaside town every year and have absolute say in this land.

Therefore, the school board meetings for the past ten years have been held in this seaport town located on the sea.

It's just that this year, the town residents saw those top luxury cars bathing in the sun one after another a few months earlier.

In the past, the opening of the meeting was a bit cumbersome. A moderator would recite an impassioned opening speech, praising the heroes of the secret party for their contribution to the century-old plan to slay the dragon, and then start the discussion amidst the clinking of glasses of expensive red wine. The pattern of major events.”

But today, there were no complicated opening remarks, and there were not even wine bottles clinking glasses. The only thing placed in the center of the table was a black USB flash drive.

When everyone arrived, an old man inserted the USB disk into the playback machine. After a while, a video of Chicago, the United States, on the other side of the ocean began to play on the screen.

It was a picture of a figure wearing a black suit, a white mask and a magic hat slowly walking out of the Chicago Municipal Opera Hall.

After seeing this picture, every school director couldn't help but look at each other. Isn't this just an ordinary video?

Before they could ask any questions, the figures in the picture were walking, as if they had entered another world, and suddenly disappeared.

The school directors' eyes instantly became serious, and their backs sitting on the chairs were as straight as a javelin stuck in their clothes.

The next second, the space on the screen suddenly distorted, and the figure wearing the magic hat appeared in front of everyone again.

I saw him patting the dust on his body, carrying a suitcase and walking straight into the distance.

Seeing this, the expressions on everyone's faces were quite calm. Although their hands had been clenched involuntarily, at least their faces still looked calm.

But when the wisp of blue dragon flames burst out from the ground and swallowed up the famous opera house located in Chicago, USA, in one fell swoop and turned it into ruins, everyone's heart felt like it was shattered by the waves pouring down from the sky below. Indelible marks were left on the black reef.

"This is an incident that happened in Chicago this morning. It was finally classified as an ordinary 'seismic event.' Everyone, what do you think?"

Frost Gattuso, the current head of the Gattuso family.

At this time, the old man was sitting in the front seat and spoke slowly with a gloomy expression.

"Excuse me, am I dazzled? Why did I see the figure inside suddenly disappear for a few seconds?" A middle-aged man wearing summer cycling clothes shook the copper bell in his hand and asked. It is worth mentioning that , and a valuable mountain bike was placed next to him.

"You read that right." Another school director in a suit and leather suit on the side explained with a solemn expression: "The Nibelungen is a fictional space created by alchemy. It is usually composed of pure-blooded dragons and even dragon king-level talents. Create it.”

The middle-aged school director was stunned for a moment, then blurted out:

"You mean... that figure is the Dragon King?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present couldn't help but clenched their fists. Even the gentleman couldn't help but panic flashed across his face at this time.

Except... Angers sitting at the end.

"Whether it's the Dragon King or not, it's obvious that what destroyed the opera hall last night was not the so-called earthquake." Frost waved his hand, and the assistant next to him once again handed over a USB flash drive. At his signal, he inserted it into the playback machine. What is shown this time is not a video, but a photo. The person in the photo is wearing a magic hat and a white mask on his face, looking like an elite and capable person.

"The Magician, the protagonist of the last video, is also the last person to walk out of the Chicago Municipal Opera Hall." Frost rang the bell and said expressionlessly:
"His identity is an A-level hunter on the hunter website. His true identity is unknown, but judging from the record he broke for the fastest promotion to A-level in the bounty hunter world, he is most likely a hybrid, and even..."

"Even a dragon." Ange, who was originally silent, raised his head, looked at Frost in front of him, and spoke slowly and nonchalantly.

"Principal Angers is right." Frost shook the bell in his hand, somewhat inciting an accusation:

"I remember that Cassel College is not far from Chicago, right? With such a close distance, didn't the Executive Department notice anything strange?"

"Oh, that's right." He looked a little sarcastic:

"The Execution Department has probably become Principal Ange's ultimatum now, right? Do you remember that it is a secret agency of the Secret Party?"

"This matter is indeed my negligence." Angers showed a warm smile on his face and looked at Frost in front:
"But now is not a good time to impeach me. I think the Frost school director held a meeting today and he is not here to liquidate me, right?"

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, suddenly, a heavy sound of a cane sounded in the empty conference room.

An old man with a cane rang the bell and said slowly in a deep voice:
"I think now is not the time for us to have internal strife. Please ask the host to clarify the theme of our school board meeting."

The old man's words brought an end to the previous dispute. Frost no longer looked at Angers and rang the bell in his hand expressionlessly:

"No matter who this magician is, he made such a big noise around our headquarters. I have reason to suspect that he is provoking us. Therefore, I applied to the execution department to send enough elites to hunt down this bounty world legend."

After speaking, he moved a photo to the middle of the table:

"I also found out the latest whereabouts of Mr. Magician. He was in Tokyo, Japan."

In the photo, the figure wearing a white mask appeared in the crowd under Tokyo Tower. Although it was not very clear, the figure closely matched the figure in the video.

"Ange, what do you think?" The old man with a cane did not start voting directly, but looked at the executor of the secret party.

"...It's a bit troublesome." A faint smile appeared on Ange's face, his fingers were tightly intertwined and placed on the table:

"Now most of the main force of the executive department are searching for a king's tomb in China. Significant progress has been made. I don't think there will be any more outstanding executives in the next few weeks."

After hearing Angers words, the other school directors couldn't help but nodded, and then seconded:
"Indeed, the progress in China cannot be lost, and it is indeed not suitable to redeploy manpower at this point in time."

Even Frost, who had always disliked Angers, rarely refuted, because he knew that the tomb of the Lord of Fire in China was more important than the magician who might be a dragon.

"But don't worry, I have a more suitable candidate for this mission."

Ange stood up with a smile, took out a document from his arms, and handed it to other school directors to circulate in turn.

The school directors opened the file with some confusion. The first thing they saw was a clear photo of a boy, and then there was an "S" marked on the boy's file in a color as bright as blood.

"So handsome." The youngest school director, a blonde girl, couldn't help but exclaimed softly.

"Miss, please be reserved." The butler next to her immediately reminded her politely.

"Long Kui, the latest 'S' student I discovered from China, I see my own reflection in him. I think it would be a stroke of genius to have him hunt down this magician."

Angers put his hands on the table and looked down at the school directors with a faint smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)