Starting from Douluo, the heavens die

Chapter 430 Application for attack
Jack replied neatly: "Fools will choose to sit and wait for death because they are afraid of fate; the prophecies of the dragons may not be true prophecies. Maybe this is just a plan timetable they talk to themselves. They call it prophecy and Fate, who knows if it's because of their arrogance?"

"Haha, good boy." Anger patted Guderian on the shoulder: "Listen, how well said, I think so too; go Guderian, I specially approve that Jack can read the teaching materials of senior courses .”

Such special approval makes Jack feel like he has entered Hogwarts or Karma Taj...

Guderian walked towards the bookcase with some helplessness. Ange put his arms around Jack's shoulders, and approached him with an old face, ignoring Wei Jack's wicked expression: "My child, actually, the discussion just now was not about me and Guderian. What he really wanted to ask you, he probably wanted to ask, did you go to slay the dragon just because of excitement?"

"Of course, among the jobs that elementary school students can find, is there any more exciting job than dragon slaying?" Jack solemnly arranged the lines for the second year: "I have a hunch that there is a battle waiting for me at the end of my life, and I must fight it .”

"So you submitted a membership application to the Student Union not long ago? Why not the Lion Heart Club?" Angers asked.

"I like Caesar's harem dance troupe." Jack said calmly, and there was an irrefutable reason...

"This...cough. No problem." Anger showed a meaningful smile: "I can immediately allow you to join the student union, but old man, I want to see what your quality and potential are, and whether you can take on the big responsibility immediately."

Jack's heart sank, Ange's promise solved an important key point of his plan, but from this tone, he somehow felt a little bit of doubt.

"Principal, do you value me so much?" He asked calmly.

"We have the same language skills, so I am optimistic about you, except...cough!" Anger paused: "Don't pay too much attention to the bloodline rating, student Jack, that thing can't determine your height."

Is it?

Represented by Brother Choujiao, in the original book, everything below grade A is soy sauce!

I complained in my heart, but I still breathed a sigh of relief. If the headmaster just wanted to test him on a temporary basis, it would be easier to get away with it.

I just don't know what plot this old man is going to take him to experience...

This passage does not appear in the original book.

"You doubt him?" Guderian asked.

"I'm a bit skeptical. A person who dropped out of elementary school should not behave like this." The headmaster squeezed the cup: "But it is indeed a very interesting one."

"Are you really going to let him go... for an internship?" Guderian sweated on his forehead.

"Why not? Every year we recruit a large group of mixed races, many of whom come from mixed race families. Of course, there are also many children from ordinary families who suddenly awaken. They may not be able to appreciate the hatred between them and the dragon clan." Anger said: "Have A child with a fighting will is rare, but is he ready to face the cruelty of the world?"

"But there is no precedent."

"I suddenly wanted to do this. This is an impulse. You can understand it as a sudden inspiration." Anger said: "As for the regulations and precedents? I am the principal, the only principal of Kassel College."

Looking at the old man's smile, Guderian suddenly wanted to curse.

"This is a good thing." Angers turned on the screen, and the camera saw William picking weapons in the arsenal: "You have been worried about what he is hiding, and if you put him in a fighting environment, you can see the clues?"

"Under our supervision, there will be no great danger. A wild dragon that has just appeared is at most five or six generations old. In our era, they are no longer considered a threat." Anger Turn on the lighter: "Some of his words are very reasonable. We have nothing to worry about. It is not ancient now."

"However, what if the dragon is not five or six generations old, but an old dragon of more than three generations!?" Guderian doubted.

"What else can we do?" Anger puffed out a puff of smoke: "Isn't it inevitable that people in our line of work will encounter such things? If the bones can be found, they can be transported back to Baiguo for burial in accordance with the insurance regulations."

If Jack knew, he would probably want to change the delivery address, or it would be better to go back to Huaguo for burial!
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"You can pick up some weapons in the arsenal, and then, hurry and follow me to Zhishi to get on the plane." This short-haired blonde girl looks about eighteen or nineteen years old. She wears a pair of large-rimmed glasses and has a slightly cute.

While scratching her short messy hair, she loaded ammunition, guns, and grenades on her belt, and the wide belt hit her body, looking very funny.

For some reason, Jack felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he saw her, as if he had been waiting for this encounter for a long time, and this was an unplanned situation...

Jack picked a pistol randomly, and found a one-meter-long folding javelin from the cold weapon shelf on one side. After thinking about it, he picked up the matching shield. Lightly, he posed a few poses, and the girl looked at his movements and was shocked: "You...are you cosplaying Sparta? These are old antiques left over from the last century, you No one has used that thing for at least half a century, do you want to fight a dragon with a cold weapon?"

"Dear Senior Sister Anna, but I have never used a gun." Jack raised the javelin, tried to inject the spirit of the holy gun into it quietly, and retracted it in the body at the moment when the revived metal glowed. He nodded: "Just How about this."

"Also, I think senior sister, you might also have the talent to use cold weapons." Jack said intentionally or unconsciously.

Although this senior sister named Anna entered school much earlier than him, but... the time difference of one second near the black hole may be a year to the outside world...

"What am I thinking? What have I forgotten?" Jack rubbed his eyebrows, always feeling that the other party might be important to him.

"That's it?" Anna looked dumbfounded at Jack with only a pistol and a collapsible javelin: "You... are you really sent by the principal to help me??"

"Do you expect a freshman who has just entered school and has no actual combat experience to kill all sides on the battlefield?" Jack shrugged innocently: "What weapons do you bring, how many weapons do you bring, and how effective can I be? What did the principal tell you?" Didn't you think of this at the time?"

Even though he felt that the other party might be important, his bad personality still made it difficult for him to control his poisonous tongue.

[To be continued]

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