As the train stopped, a black shadow appeared at the empty ticket gate. It was a man wearing a dark green conductor uniform, shaking a golden bell in his hand, a golden conductor badge on his hat, and holding a card swiping machine in one hand.

At about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the traffic at Chicago Railway Station was still very large, but so many people did not look at the conductor wearing classical clothes. The occasionally glanced at him seemed to see a cloud of air, as if only Mo Qiuran and others could see him in the entire huge railway station.

"The school forum is about to explode, and everyone is discussing the special recruitment of freshmen to solve the problem of solving the pure blood dragon clan," the conductor said slightly respectfully when he took the ticket handed over by Mo Qiuran, "I seem to be witnessing the beginning of the legend."

"Thank you for the praise." Mo Qiuran said

"Thank you for the compliment," Finger said.

"Oh, I'm not talking about you Finger... Well, in a sense, you are a legend. I remember that when I picked you up, you were 'A'. What's the level now?" asked the conductor.

"It's 'D' now," Finger shrugged, "I heard that next semester will be reduced to E... But it doesn't matter. I am a man with a beginning and an end, and I will never give up easily!"

"I'm looking forward to it," said the conductor. "It's a blessing to see familiar faces every year, right?"

"You are cursing me like this."

"No, I really look forward to you being able to create a legend that is unprecedented and unparalleled... Maybe one day the school may create a new level for you alone? What is the lowest now? Is F? The next one is G?"

As he said that, he swiped Mo Qiuran's card on the ticket inspection machine, with green lights and cheerful music flashing on it.

"It's okay, keep creating for me, and I will become S in more than ten years." Finger was extremely optimistic.

"Why can't everyone else see us?" Mo Qiuran asked, "No one even cares about this train?"

"This is his spiritual effect, reducing his presence," Finger replied.

"Such a large range? The bloodline level must be very high, right?" Mo Qiuran raised her eyebrows.

"Of course not. I'm just a B-level. I can do it because of the alchemy matrix carried on this train, but it can only last for a while," the conductor shook his head and said, "But it's enough. This is enough to prevent this branch train from being accidentally boarded by the Chicago government, because this car goes directly to Cassel College. If an ordinary person goes there, it may be a little trouble."

"I understand," Mo Qiuran thought, "Isn't this similar to the seven and three-quarters platform setting in "Harry Potter"?"

"It's very similar, so the college conducted a special investigation that year, and finally found that it was a misunderstanding." The conductor said, and took the tickets of Chu Zihang and Finger and swiped them again, and cheerful music and a weak "beep" sounded respectively.

"This kind of different treatment at the class level is really reflected in all aspects. I remember that when I swiped my card, the sound of music also sounded." Finger's face was full of sadness.

"Isn't it just like graduating early?" the conductor asked.

"So I'm struggling for credits..." Finger sighed.

"Come on, I wish you success soon, but it's certain that I'll see you again in September." The conductor encouraged him perfunctorily.

The three followed the conductor to the platform and saw the high-speed train. Behind the dazzling headlight was a streamlined black body. The dazzling silver-white vine-like pattern spread out on the black paint surface. It was as gorgeous as a work of art. It looked the same as the magnetic truck ticket in their hands before. There was a familiar figure standing outside the only sliding door - it was the principal.

...

"Norma set up the time after you get off the plane, but found that it only took half an hour to solve the problem of the pure blood dragon clan... but it took three hours to be in the steak restaurant." The principal handed two cups of fragrant tea to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, "Try it? The tea my old friend in China gave me during the New Year."

Through an oak table, Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang and the principal were sitting opposite each other. The train was galloping in the dark night, but there was almost no sound inside, and there was no slight vibration. The carriage was a typical European style decoration style, with gold thread embroidered on the dark green sofa, and various artistic patterns on the walls, revealing luxury in a low-key manner.

"Thank you, Principal, there is an old Chinese saying that food is the most important thing for people." Mo Qiuran took the tea and drank it all in one gulp, and sighed with "ah" "I just ate too much meat and just said it was a little tired. This cup of tea was too timely."

Chu Zihang took a sip of tea and nodded silently. Now his character is ____ (fill in the blanks).

"I have no other intentions, I'm just curious." The principal did not care about Chu Zihang's actions. During this period, he fully understood the two through the information provided by Norma and the communication with Professor Schneider. Naturally, he already knew that Chu Zihang had a taciturn personality, and Mo Qiuran...

To be honest, this is the first time the principal has heard Professor Schneider's comments.

"This is because we have excellent working people's awareness." Mo Qiuran replied.

"Working people are aware of?" the principal was stunned.

"Yes, the workers, of course, hope that the hours to go to work and then get off work for a long time, but as an excellent workers, we cannot skip work directly, so we can only finish what we have to do as soon as possible." Mo Qiuran explained seriously, "Isn't the goal of Kassel Academy to kill dragons? Slaying dragons means eating and getting off work, so we have to slaughter the dragons as soon as possible before we can get off work!"

"...It makes sense." The principal hesitated. Why do these words sound like nothing wrong but they think they are strange?

"It makes sense!" Mo Qiuran nodded, and then asked curiously, "Principal, I heard Professor Schneider say before, is this the pure blood dragon clan?"

"Yes." When the principal answered, he suddenly remembered a sentence that Professor Schneider had said to himself - "He can always speak some words that are beyond the expectations."

"So, is it such a small one?" Mo Qiuran's face showed disappointment, "Is there any bigger one? The kind that won't become human?"

"Why do you need to ask such a question?" the principal was puzzled.

"Because I heard that there are dragons in the world, I wanted to try what the dragon meat tastes, but if this dragon can become a human, even if it just looks like it on the surface, it will give people a bit weird and there will be no desire." Mo Qiuran looked very melancholy.
Chapter completed!