Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 89 The Red-Haired Miko (two in one, please subscribe)

"I thought you would offer me a cold weapon." Angers smiled and nodded.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the hybrids are, the more confident they are in their own strength, so when these people choose alchemy weapons, they will definitely choose cold weapons first.

But Long Kui was an accident.

The reason why he chose the hot weapon was simple. He just didn't want to be splashed with dragon blood the next time he fought with the disobedient dragon clan.

After all, the dragon slayer's body is one of the most powerful weapons in the world.

If it weren't for suppressing the side effects of dragon transformation, Long Kui would never want to build a weapon.

Wouldn't it be nice to just rush up and kill him with the Iron Dragon Sword?

"I agree to this deal." Ange took out a pen and a piece of white paper from his arms, casually wrote a standard transaction manuscript in beautiful old English, and handed it directly to Long Kui in front of him. .

"Since it is a transaction, the relevant procedures must be complete. Although we are teachers and students, brothers have to settle accounts since ancient times. This is the transaction plan document I drafted. If there are no objections, just sign your name. Bar."

After Long Kui took the other party's document, he read it carefully. When he finally saw the contents of the final transaction, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

In the list of materials he obtained above, in addition to the alchemy pistol, there was also a set of alchemy clothing made of dragon scales.

"Since the warriors have decided to have a sharp weapon to kill the enemy, how can they lack close-fitting armor?"

Long Kui followed the voice with a kind smile and looked up, only to see Ange looking at him with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration and trust.

"Ho..." Long Kui couldn't help but reveal a smile, and felt a sense of warmth in his heart that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He seemed to see the shadow of Mr. Makarov in the principal.

Then Long Kui did not hesitate and directly filled in his name in the signature column and handed it back to Angers.

Angers calmly took out an official seal from his chest pocket and pressed it directly on the temporarily drafted document.

From this moment on, this piece of white paper, which was just an ordinary piece of paper, has turned into a valuable transaction document that can make the entire mixed-race world go crazy.

Tachibana Masamune, who had witnessed the whole process, stood in the distance and couldn't help but sigh in despair when he saw an old man and a young man completing a jealous deal while talking and laughing.

Then he looked at the blue and white giant dragon corpses piled up like a mountain behind him, knowing that he would never get it again.

But soon Tachibana Masamune adjusted his demeanor, and in the blink of an eye he turned into the underworld emperor again, wearing a black kimono and walking slowly forward.

Finally, he came to Ange and Long Kui and bowed slightly:

"Principal Angers, this is our first meeting. Please take care of me."

"Tachibana Masamune?" Ange, who had been talking to his student with a kind face just now, suddenly became cold and indifferent, and didn't even think about letting the other person get up.

All that showed in his eyes was indifference towards strangers.

"I didn't expect that the principal would still remember me. I'm really honored." Masamune Tachibana still bowed slightly and answered with honorifics.

"It's hard to forget you." Ange looked at him coldly and said calmly:

"After all, there are not many people who can achieve the same achievements as me, and you are one."

"Your Excellency, the principal, I just did my job." Masamune Tachibana slowly straightened up and said calmly:
"The welcoming vehicle is ready. Are you two ready to get on?"

Principal Ange did not speak, but quietly looked at the old man in front of him who looked to be of similar status to him, with a faint light in his eyes. Finally, he raised his legs and passed by him.

"Let's go, Long Kui."

After leaving these words, the old man took his favorite disciple and walked straight towards the mountain path.

"Goodbye, Principal Ange, please forgive me for not treating you well." Tachibana Masamune was not annoyed or angry when faced with the other party's neglect, but still said goodbye to the other party's back with honorific words.

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On the mountain path, Long Kui walked side by side with Principal Ange. Then he glanced at the handsome silver-haired guy next to him and said casually:

"It seems that the principal doesn't like to see Mr. Masamune."

"We have different ways, we just don't want to conspire against each other." Ange did not deny it and said calmly:

"There's nothing good to say about politicians with unknown ambitions."

"Indeed." Long Kui nodded in agreement.

Although the other party was always polite to him, and he didn't feel any malice, Long Kui felt that Mr. Masamune gave him a vague sense of procedure.

It was as if that person was like an ancient king, interpreting the idiom of being calm to the extreme.

Even the dragon slayer, who is always sensitive to people's hearts, still cannot capture Mr. Masamune's emotional fluctuations very well.

The only time Long Kui felt that the other party was still alive was when he risked his anger yesterday and put forward his willingness to buy a dragon corpse under strong pressure.

And that kind of desire is very strong, just like...begging hard.

Originally, Long Kui thought that the other party was an extremely cold-blooded politician, but it was obvious that the strong emotional output yesterday was not something a cold-blooded person could do.

He had only seen that kind of situation in hospitals and among parents seeking medical treatment for their children...

Thinking of this, Long Kui suddenly asked Ange beside him:

"By the way, principal, does Mr. Masamune have any children?"

After Ange heard this sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and answered uncertainly:
"Probably... no, I've never heard of any princesses in the Japanese underworld." "Oh." Long Kui nodded lightly, indicating that he understood.

After the two of them walked a few kilometers further towards the mountain road, he couldn't help but look at Angers who had reached the front at some point, and asked doubtfully:

"But principal...where are we going?"

"Going to meet an old friend." Angers looked at the scenery down the mountain and said quietly:

"There are some things I want to confirm with him."

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Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries.

Mammon swore that if she could turn back time, she would slap herself twice hard last night.

Because my friend was "trying his best" to slay the dragon yesterday, but he was at home playing games all night long.

In order to make up for this guilt, last night Mammon volunteered to give it the task of searching for the remaining materials for practicing the Thunder Dragon Slayer Magic.

Then... Mammon followed the guidance of sensory magic and ran all the way to this ghost place.

Originally, this building looked normal, but after it entered the silver door, the environment suddenly changed.

It became dark and forbidding.

There was no one in the silent corridor, and there was a vague smell of formalin floating in the distance. In addition, all the doors and windows were posted with various danger signs.

The more Mammon walked along this empty, dark corridor, the more frightened it became, the more uncontrollable it became.

But this building is like a magic palace. Even if Mammon can use perception magic to clearly map all the linear maps in his mind, the strange thing is that no matter which route it takes, it will still end up here. .

The entire corridor was like a winding spider web, tightly wrapping the little cat.

"pat...pat..."

"Clap, clap!"

The pace of Mammon's feet became faster and faster, creaking in the silent dim environment, as if a group of ghosts were following behind him.

Suddenly, something similar to a human heartbeat was vaguely heard next to its ears, and Mammon cheered up instantly.

If there is a heartbeat, it proves that there are living people here!
It happily ran towards the source of the heartbeat. The road ahead became more and more complicated, and it seemed to have entered the core area of ​​​​the building.

Each floor of the passage in front is paved with thick steel plates, and the walls on both sides are about one or two meters away.

A bright white light shines from a distance like hope.

It's getting closer, the sound of the heart is getting closer!
A trace of excitement flashed in Mamon's sapphire blue cat eyes, and the invisible white wings behind her flapped slightly, turning into a light purple figure, constantly jumping forward flexibly!

"Shh-"

In the blink of an eye, Mammon came to the end of the white light source.

It was a white metal door, and bright white light shone through the glass on the door. Mamon didn't even think about it, her wings vibrated behind her, and she rushed over instantly!
The moment it was about to hit the glass, its purple body suddenly became transparent. A moment later, a purple cat suddenly appeared inside the glass.

The art of magical displacement.

A short-distance space-traveling magic, generally used to make holes with excellent results.

The beating of the heart became increasingly clear, and Mammon just wanted to resort to cuteness and throw herself at the feet of a so-called living person for some comfort.

Suddenly, after seeing the environment in front of it clearly, its royal blue cat pupils shrank instantly!
There were no humans in front of me. This was a laboratory filled with cylindrical glass tubes filled with green liquid.

As for the creatures in the tube, Mammon is no stranger to them. They are the monsters with snake bodies and human heads that chased it for several streets underground in the Paradise Pavilion before!

"Meow!" The hair all over its body exploded in an instant, and its body couldn't help but stiffen in place, not daring to move at all.

"Thump...thump..."

The monsters in the green pipe closed their eyes tightly, as if they didn't notice a living creature coming in at all.

Mammon tiptoed back towards the door, not daring to make a sound.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, just as it was about to reach the metal white door, its body seemed to touch a piece of warm and soft flesh.

Mammon's whole body suddenly stiffened, and the cat's pupils shrank to the size of a grain of rice.

The two arms behind him slowly fell towards its body, and finally grasped Mammon's waist.

Before it could make a desperate cry, a fresh scent of sandalwood entered the cat's nose. A moment later, a strand of long dark red hair hung wetly in front of Mamon's eyes.

The purple cat looked behind it in a daze, and saw a beautiful girl in a red and white miko uniform. She was looking at it curiously with her big, spotless eyes open.

　Okay, finally we can go play Palu.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)