The afternoon sun outside the window burns like fire, and the yellowed dense leaves cut the light into small pieces, and no longer steaming heat comes out from the tea table.

The old man leaned against the handrail of the stairs, holding the old wrapper in his hand, and Yu Guang glanced at the boy on the table from time to time.

Angers lived a long enough life. From the era of the Secret Party to the founding of the Cassel Academy, he has seen too many prides of heaven. In the "3E" exam, most of the children who resonate with Longwen and developed spiritual vision will make strange actions.

Some people seemed to have imagination and pointed at the void, as if there was a person that did not exist at all. Some people beat their chests and stamped their feet at the indifferent invigilator, as if they were his wife who had just died tragically. Some students even jumped down from the windowsill of the classroom on the fourth floor and finally fell into a shattered fracture...

The students danced in the examination room, as if they were in a communication meeting for some severe mentally ill person.

Of course, there will also be children who are not so "crazy". To be precise, the higher the mental quality, the stronger the patient will be and be more calm.

But it seems that Angers is seeing him for the first time, who is as calm as Lu Mingfei.

This guy...was he sleeping in his "3E" exam?

It was obvious that the last second was a confident look, "Principal, you can't hide the test questions from me," and "I can't hide them from me." In the next second, the guy fell straight down. The loud noise of a comet hit the earth almost made a hole in his beloved tea table.

Lu Mingfei seemed to have a beautiful dream, and his sleep was very quiet, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen an old friend in a dream.

The specified time for the "3E" exam is from 9:00 to 11:00, but now most of the time has passed, and less than half an hour left before the end of 11:00.

That is to say, Lu Mingfei almost fell asleep in a "3E" exam!

‘Did you come to my office to make up for your sleep?’

Anger looked around and shook his head slightly helplessly.

It’s better to blame yourself. It’s not good to design the office too comfortably, but I have to admit that this is indeed a good place to sleep.

The air in the room was mixed with the fragrance of tea and old wood, refreshing; the warm sun in late autumn passed through the skylight above the head and sprinkled lazily; the breeze blew across the high treetops, and the shadows swayed.

Fortunately, I asked a guy in advance to explain to Norma that he must write the sentence "Black King Bloodborne, S-Class Potential" in Lu Mingfei's report. Otherwise, if this guy fell asleep on the whole exam, he would really not know how to explain to the troublesome old antiques in the school board with Bai Ru's brand new test paper.

Anger knew that the old guys had long wanted to impeach him, but because of his high prestige in the academy and being known as the "strongest dragon slayer", he was not only the sharpest blade of the Secret Party against the Dragon Clan, but also a banner symbolizing "iron blood" and "resistance". If he fell, the Secret Party would lose a noble spiritual leader and a lonely and bright lighthouse!

Anger didn't care whether he was used or was used. He lived to avenge the dragon clan. Besides, seeing those old guys who didn't like him and had no choice but to do anything to him, Anger was also happy.

And just as he was a little distracted and felt that this was probably the end of this, the light and shadow in the room became a little darker for no reason.

Lu Mingfei, who was sleeping, suddenly sat up. His eyes were still tightly closed, but his back was straight. He picked up the pencils that had been prepared on the table and began to paint on the white paper.

To be precise, he doesn't seem to be painting, but rather doodling.

Those chaotic and disorderly balls of thread collided in Lu Mingfei's writing, and he seemed to be holding a magic wand symbolizing power and power, directing a huge war. The blank paper was his battlefield, where thousands of troops were charged for him and fought bravely!

He was like a high-ranking king who had regained the throne, with a cold and arrogant expression. Occasionally, a trace of hideousness flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the lines formed under his pen like a dragon, filling one blank piece after another.

Angers noticed the movement, and his figure disappeared from the escalator and appeared behind Lu Mingfei. The whole process was silent, like a ghost passing through the gaps of time.

Anger bent down and quietly looked at the white paper covered with ghost talismans in a posture that would not disturb Lu Mingfei.

That is the dragon text, the most standard dragon text, as if it is a masterpiece made by a giant dragon with extremely noble bloodline, which is very radiant and vigorous!

Anger's brows were tightly furrowed. Every time Lu Mingfei drew a complete stroke, Anger's brows became even deeper, and finally they were frowned together, forming a deep mountain character.

The higher the bloodline, the clearer the dragon text you can express.

For example, Professor Guderian devoted his years of hard work to learn "Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth". When Lu Mingfei read it, Guderian immediately fell into deep spiritual vision.

Writing is also a form of expression of the dragon text, which is the meaning of existence and judgment of the "3E" exam. The dragon text hidden in the radio music calls students into the spiritual vision. They will resonate with what they hear and write out the answers in their hearts.

These answers are proofs that symbolize their bloodline.

But Lu Mingfei's seemingly imaginative and disorganized ghost painting talisman is an orthodox dragon text that even a mixed race of blood like Angers cannot write.

It should be said that this should not be something that can be written by a mixed race. The only thing that can write such an authentic dragon text is a dragon... a terrifying dragon with bloodline that is no less than the four kings!

Angers' eyes were back and forth between Lu Mingfei's back and forth between the back of his neck and the paper he wrote, and his wrist pressed against the folding knife hidden in the cuffs of the black suit.

This Damascus alchemy folding knife was made of the Yatkan sword handed down by Mei's brother Nek's family and made of fragments of the knife head. It is blood-red. The Sage Stone at the tip of the knife has a very poison that can kill the four kings!

Fortunately, the pendulum of the sterling silver on the wall rang on time, and the "Symphony of Destiny" in the old phonograph came to an abrupt end. Angers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and suppressed a terrible thought that could not be gone in his mind.

But things were not as simple as Angers expected. The music stopped and the exam was over, but Lu Mingfei did not stop his movements!

Eight pieces of white paper were filled with Lu Mingfei, and there was almost no gap left for him to paint. So the pencil in Lu Mingfei's hand fell heavily on the Huanghuali tea table. The sharp pen tip suddenly broke due to the terrifying force, and the black pen tip flew past Anger's face.

The harsh friction sound echoed throughout the two-story building. Lu Mingfei's face, whose eyes were closed, became distorted and ferocious, and the remaining half of the pencil was stabbed into the hard tea table by him.

The sky fell, blood stained the sky, and the throne appeared from the middle of the long table... He was making a shocking and terrifying painting!
Chapter completed!