Ice cellar, a warehouse where various alchemical products are stored at Kassel Academy. Constantine's dragon bone was originally stored here.

But not long ago, the ice cellar was invaded and the keel was lost.

However, this is still one of the safest areas in Kassel College. It is difficult for people from outside to come in, and it is certainly difficult for people inside to escape.

Abbas and Caesar stepped into the ice cellar side by side and immediately heard the sound of snoring.

There were two sturdy metal recliners. On one side was the vice-principal, the master of alchemy, Tutor Flamel, who was tightly bound by bronze chains. On the other side was a man wearing a straitjacket, with his whole body fastened by belts.

When they found this guy, he was running vigorously on the elevated road in the Nibelungen, with a legion of deadlies behind him, like an excellent marathon runner.

Former Press Secretary of the Student Union, Fingel von Flins.

Caesar and Abbas came to his recliner and were thinking about how to start this interrogation, when the guy opened his eyes.

"If you came with questions, you don't have to ask them yet." He smiled sadly.

Across from each other, the two presidents looked at each other.

It seems that even famous shameless people have their own bottom line. Lu Mingfei is Fingel's bottom line. They once lived in the same dormitory, traveled around the world together, and experienced too many things together.

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It seems that their plan to pry open each other's mouth to obtain information is somewhat difficult to realize.

"Let me start by saying, I have a lot to confess!" At this moment, Fingel suddenly raised his voice, "I would be suffocated if you didn't come! Lu Mingfei is that thing with a human face and a beast heart. I should have known he didn't.

It will end well, and it will definitely be destroyed by the righteous iron fist of our secret party!"

"I am an undercover agent. I am the special agent sent by the principal to monitor Lu Mingfei. We are all our own!"

"I can no longer stand the principal's protection of Lu Mingfei. This is inviting the wolf into the house, and letting the tiger back into the mountain! I will report it today!"

He simply let out a series of thunderous cries of justice.

Abbas was stunned, and slowly turned his head to look at Caesar: What method is this?

Caesar shook his head slightly, signaling him to calm down.

Fingel was once a member of the student union. He understood the other party better than Abbas and knew that this guy was actually quite difficult to deal with. He must not be fooled by his flattery or enthusiasm.

Caesar cleared his throat and was about to ask a question when he saw the vice principal also opened his eyes.

"How could you do this?" Flamel roared angrily, "How could you betray the principal? He is still lying in the rescue cabin with his life or death uncertain. It's a waste of his trust in you!"

"Can this be called betrayal? This is recognizing the situation and identifying the path! This is called abandoning the dark and turning to the light!" Fingel shouted at Qu.

The vice-principal said with disdain, "Dog traitor!"

Fingel frowned, "I can betray anyone for the sake of humanity!"

"Aren't you afraid of giving birth to a son without an asshole?" The vice-principal is ashamed to be associated with him.

"I don't want to have a son. What I dream of is to have a beautiful daughter who can run for Miss World!" Fingel said cheerfully.

Caesar and Abbas looked at each other again. From the moment they entered the ice cellar to now, they who should have had the right to speak did not even have time to say a word, but it was as if they had watched a family ethics drama.

Facing the two masters and apprentices who were completely unconventional, it was difficult for the two presidents not to fall into deep thought.

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The principal's office, under the skylight on the top floor.

This small building in the woods has been abandoned for a while, and the bookshelves are covered with a thin layer of dust.

The squirrels boldly ran in, jumping up and down the stairs and bookshelves, until Caesar opened the door, and then they lined up and scurried away through the hole in the skylight.

All the furnishings remain as they were when the owner was there, exuding a British style of laziness and warmth. This was the atmosphere that Hilbert Jean Angers liked, and he spent his youth in Cambridge.

"I'm finally feeling better. You actually locked me in an ice cellar. You are really a bunch of ruthless bastards. Weren't we all good brothers who peed side by side before?" Fingel sat down on the sofa and stretched out his arms comfortably.

Lazy waist.

"I didn't expect you to be so close in private," Abbas teased Caesar.

"I thought it was you, too," Caesar shot back.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fingel, "You are now sitting comfortably on the principal's sofa without being disturbed by the vice-principal. Can you please talk?"

"I want to change my mind to a relaxing place to confess my deepest secrets." This was Fingel's request, so they came to the principal's office, where they could avoid all surveillance, including EVA.

"I also want a strong cigar!" Fingel's eyes were bright.

Caesar expressionlessly took out the cigar box he carried with him and burned a cigar for him before handing it over.

"The Partgas commemorative edition produced in 2000 is worthy of being the heir to the Gattuso family. They smoke this kind of high-end product, which is not available in Cuba." Fingel blew out blue smoke towards the roof.

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Caesar had to admit that although this guy had not made any achievements in the Cuban branch, at least he had not wasted his time. At least his taste for cigars had greatly improved.

Fingel took a few puffs of his cigarette with satisfaction and began to unbuckle his belt. Caesar and Abbas showed anger at the same time, with veins pulsing in the corners of their eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" Fingel muttered, "Who do you think I am?"

He took off his belt buckle and pushed it along the table, "This is a USB flash drive. Everything you want to know is in it."

Caesar played with this belt buckle, which seemed to be of low quality, and he could actually push out the USB flash drive interface from the inside. The small commodity city lived up to its reputation.

"From the time we caught you until now, you haven't had any chance to touch electronic devices, so you have already imported the data into this USB flash drive?"

"Of course!" Fingel said sternly, "We who work undercover are always ready to confess, so it is convenient to confess!"

Caesar opened the desk that Angers had used. Under it was a hidden laptop. He inserted the USB flash drive and a video automatically played.

This is obviously a secretly recorded video. The picture is relatively clear but the angle is awkward. It is obvious that the recording equipment is hidden in a corner where it is not easy to find.

Caesar turned his head involuntarily and glanced. He was looking at the location where the video equipment was placed. The scene on the screen was undoubtedly this office, and the equipment used for video recording was placed on the bookshelf.

The picture shows two people, Angers and Fingel, sitting across the desk. The steam in the two cups of black tea is rising.

This was obviously a very important conversation, and both parties were very cautious. There was a long silence after every sentence.

"How are our young people doing these days?" The conversation began in Angers.

"It's not good, I'm a little depressed." Fingel said: "Old Tang died in his hands. Fenrir was like a child with low IQ. In his eyes, the boundary between humans and dragons became

It’s like a lake."

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