The overwhelming rain beat on the bell tower of the chapel, and the bell roared in the wind. The door was pushed open, and a man walked in, wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella.

"Don't you look tired of always wearing the same clothes?" The decadent middle-aged man in the corner of the room was in front of the computer and asked lazily to the person who put away his black umbrella and walked in, "It seems like he is participating in a game.

A funeral that never ends."

"Funerals always come to an end, but they are always one after another." Angers hung the umbrella on the door handle and closed the door smoothly to prevent the raindrops outside from wetting the cashmere blanket on the floor inside the threshold. "

And in the West, the mourners and the buried have the same style of dress. No one knows whether I will be the star of the next funeral I go to. Wearing this dress is very timely at any time..."

"What a cool line. A hundred years from now, I probably won't find a funeral protagonist as cool as you." The night watchman reluctantly moved his eyes away from the big breasts and fat butt on the computer and looked at

To Angers who came uninvited, "You hit a wall in the Three Gorges? So you come to me for comfort?"

"I think if I need to seek comfort, I should find a younger girl." Angers picked up the low-alcohol drink bottle on the table and took a look, "I heard that you have been reviewing your old skills recently."

"What is review? You won't forget something like that if it's engraved in your memory." The night watchman looked at Ange who was wandering around the room, "When did you become interested in alchemy again?

"

"Ye Sheng photographed a large number of bronze pillars under the Yangtze River. The type is similar to the 'Ice Sea Fragment'. It may be related to the alchemy of the Lord of Bronze and Fire. We lack an excellent interpreter." Angers prescribed to himself.

A bottle of alcoholic beverage, the cap of the bottle bounced accurately with the sound of airflow when the thumb tapped it, and hit the glass jar full of drink caps on the table, making a clanking sound.

"The alchemy of the Lord of Bronze and Fire? Did you really find the 'study' in Baidi City?" The night watchman's face looked refreshed for the first time, and he sat upright in the useless swivel chair for the first time in a long time.

All the information about the "Kuimen Project" is confidential. Even the Night Watchman only knows some superficial information, such as the mission location is far away in the Yangtze River Basin of China. He doesn't know the deeper information - if he

He wondered, it wouldn't be difficult to obtain this information, but he didn't need to risk arousing suspicion from the school board to satisfy his curiosity, and he had more important things to do during this time.

But if Angers came to the door now as a requester, he wouldn't mind hearing the briefing on this temporary upgrade to an 'S'-level secret mission.

"The process was very tortuous, and some people died, but the ending was successful, thanks to the child." Angers put one hand in his suit pocket and stood in the middle of the room with a drink in his right hand, his back straight.

"Your briefing is really concise...but the process is not important. Have you found the Dragon King's 'cocoon'?"

"After spreading the rumor for seven days, after everything calmed down, I arrived at the college at 11:30 this morning. I personally escorted him to the bottom of the ice cellar for safekeeping," Angers said.

"Are you sure it's the bone bottle of His Highness the Dragon King?" The night watchman rarely sounded serious. The last time he was so serious was when he was discussing whether the Japanese porn industry was dead.

Angers took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket and threw it. The night watchman caught it with both hands and flipped it over flexibly, nestled in the recliner and opened the screen. On it was a photo that had been clicked long ago.

The time is today. His eyes are like scanners, scanning every detail accurately. The more he looks, the higher his eyebrows are raised, and the shadows on his decadent face appear darker under the light of the mobile phone screen, as if there is something hidden inside.

Hidden emotions.

"'Dedicate my bones and blood to the great His Majesty Nidhogg. He is the supreme, most powerful, and most virtuous existence, and rules the entire world with destiny.'" Angers said, "With your knowledge, you should be able to understand the bones.

Dragon text on the bottle."

"Just like the legend, the beautiful words praising the power of molten fire, such preservation and sense of history, you actually found it and brought it back." The night watchman took the trouble to flip through the repeated pictures.

Photo, "How are you going to preserve it until it can be dissected and studied?"

"A sterile room made of uniform prestressed glass, storage tools for nanomaterials, 24-hour liquid nitrogen perfusion in the cryogenic chamber for refrigeration, a quartz glass cavity that isolates the inside and outside of the bone bottle, and rejects all chemicals related to adrenaline

The entry and access rights were upgraded from a black card to a white list approved by only me." Angers said.

"There is no metal space, ultra-low temperature refrigeration, and you don't trust anyone... It's hard to imagine that there will be any security problems in the bone bottle." The night watchman raised his eyebrows.

"Once a mistake is made once, it will not happen again. Facts have proved that even unbiased researchers will commit an unforgivable sin in front of the 'beauty' of the ultimate form of living things. That is overriding

The desire for knowledge above lust and greed, the desire for mystery and greatness...the truth, the ultimate, this is a fatal temptation for those researchers, and it can even surpass their dragon-slaying spirit for a while."

Angers sighed softly, "I can't trust anyone, not even my comrades."

"That's why I said that the secret party needs cold-blooded embryos like you. Only people like you can do great things! Here's to you! You are the only one who has captured the four living monarchs." The night watchman raised his hand.

He drank half of the alcoholic drink and cheered energetically. At least judging from his expression, the joy of making a breakthrough in his friend's career was not fake.

"The greatest credit should be given to the crew of the Monyach and the commissioner who went deep into the dragon's cave to bring us the bone bottle." Angers raised the bottle slightly and put it down.

"The 'S'-class boy is very active in action this time?" the night watchman asked.

"Extraordinarily active, he has even begun to really attract the attention of forces outside the Secret Party." Ange said lightly, "Now he has become the new 'face' of the Secret Party, and no one will know about it in these seven days.

His name."

"I thought he was photogenic enough for that time in the Pearl Tower." The night watchman shrugged.

"The nature is different. This time he chopped off two dragon attendants, the noble second generation, the ancient dragon chosen by His Highness Norton as the guardian of the tomb." Angers said, "The most important thing is that he captured the dragon king, which has never been done before.

Things that humans have ever accomplished...an epoch-making feat!”

"Thousands of years of guarding the mausoleum will eventually severely damage the vitality of those next-generation species, right? Even if it were you, you should be able to do it. After all, the Dragon King is hidden in the bone bottle. To be honest, the opponent only has the second-generation species. They are very strong, but not strong enough. The Dragon King is

He is considered strong, but it is a pity that he has no chance to become an enemy." said the night watchman.

"In any case, the school board is very satisfied with him... extremely satisfied!"

"How satisfied are you? You wouldn't want to marry a rich man to that kid? I remember that the person named Laurent on the school board was quite beautiful, and I even thought of using her photo as my desktop wallpaper..."

The night watchman narrowed his eyes.

"It's not that the more powerful the bloodline, the better the offspring will be. You know this better than anyone else." Angers said lightly, "The birth of a leader requires comparison and matching of the bloodline gene spectrum, and then a large number of

It can only be obtained through the 'uterus' screening. If you want to go one step further and stabilize the bloodline, you need to cast an alchemical matrix on the formed baby after four months of pregnancy. Not everyone can accept this harsh method of nurturing a leader.

"

"But there are always people willing to do it, and there are quite a few."

"On the Yangtze River, I saw the 'moon' of the 'orthodox' generation." Angers said.

"Wind Moon or Frost Moon? It can't be Mu Yue, right?" the night watchman asked.

"Get the moon," Angers said.

"The 'Yue' of each generation of the 'Orthodox' is a 'stem' hybrid breed that is equivalent to the 'S' level. Different birth timings lead to different titles. I remember that the title of 'Getting the Moon' should be in the summer.

Birth. In terms of the 'orthodox' feng shui zodiac sign, 'gaining the moon' is a lower-third-level choice, right? After all, the alchemy matrix can only take the 'fire' position in the summer of birth, and it is engraved and written during the embryonic process.

The alchemy matrix will directly affect the innate personality of the fetus, so 'Moon Harvest' will be a little irritable and irritable...it is difficult to control!" The night watchman scratched his scalp.

"'Shuangyue' is in autumn, and has a cool temperament, which is suitable for being a tool but not suitable for cultivating a sense of belonging. 'Fengyue' is in winter, and has a cold temperament, but it is easy to go its own way and die early. 'Muyue' is in spring, and has a warm temperament... but is easy to

Love brain, since the previous generation of 'Mu Yue' eloped with someone, 'Orthodox' probably learned from the pain and will never cultivate such an emotional tool again, right?" Angers shook his head, "In comparison, 'Huayue'

This kind of candidate with a violent temperament and an extremely strong temper meets their needs at this stage."

"Didn't the Xiangyang Zhou family show up? They should still be abandoning the 'orthodox' and go it alone, right?"

"There is a possibility of leakage of the 'Kuimen Project'. 'Legendary' was used as a weapon once, so they got involved first. Probably they didn't want the matter to continue to expand, so they took the initiative to conceal the matter in the country. The variable was at the end

Even a moment is controllable," Angers said.

"It seems that the 'Orthodox' will make big moves again in the near future. Did they discover something terrible and urgently need help from Dragon Tomb?"

"I'm not sure, but that 'Huoyue' mentioned that several of the 'orthodox' family ancestors Shouyuan had problems, and it's probably related to this news."

"Anyway, it's none of our business. The interests of both sides are not related. And maybe we and them will stand on the same side in the future. After all, after digging the dragon tomb, we can only make decisions about living dragons. After all,

After all, it's still a business of slaying dragons. We fight first and then discuss the division of interests. The general situation is exactly the same." The night watchman said nonchalantly, "This time you and the 'S'-level boy probably gave 'legitimacy' a blow.

Right? I don’t believe they are not interested in the Dragon King’s bone bottle.”

"The two second-generation dragon corpses are enough to satisfy their appetite. It just so happens that it is difficult for us to bring the dragon corpses back. The harvest of the bone bottles is enough. This is a breakthrough of historical significance." Angers said.

"Then what are you going to do next? A step-by-step dissection and then execution? What I learned this time is that the Dragon King should have other plans, so this is the reason why you came to me tonight?" The night watchman rubbed his hands, "

Don't tell me that you want to use alchemy to trap His Highness Norton for a cross-century and cross-species negotiation. He is the Dragon King, the originator of alchemy. If I play alchemy in front of him, I am just trying to do the same thing."

"I'm not arrogant to this extent. Alchemy naturally has other uses - remember the 'Nibelung Plan' you proposed to the school board before?" Angers looked up at the night watchman and asked.

"Remember! It was with that thing that I was able to secure my position as vice-chancellor, but it was just a fake thing. Not many people were willing to take those resources, which were a big burden for the school board.

Are you going to invest in a 'leader'? Rather than this kind of plan to create gods the day after tomorrow, those old guys who believe in bloodline solemnism are more willing to find 'wombs' for their outstanding offspring, and brainwash them from childhood to cultivate their own 'leaders'."

The night watchman held the wine bottle and squinted, "The biggest problem with the 'Nibelungen Plan' has never been that the alchemy technology is difficult to break through, but the problem of selection. It is too difficult to find someone who can make the old guys admit it."

"But the technology always belongs to you and me, so we have the right to decide whether this matter will succeed or not." Angers held a wine bottle in his pocket with one hand and motioned to each other at the night watchman in the corner.

"Pay attention to the wording, it's 'it's up to me' rather than 'it's up to you and me'. What do you, a violent maniac who only knows how to chop people with a folding knife, know about alchemy? You can pass "Magic Machinery" and "Basics of Alchemy"

A'? Liberal arts student!" The night watchman finally found the reason to despise his friend, and he made a condescending snort.

"If the final form of a science student is to sit on the sofa and drink beer until you get fat, then I think it is a wise choice for me to take liberal arts at Cambridge." Angers gently adjusted the collar of his suit to reveal the white shirt underneath.

The night watchman's denim jacket and plaid shirt stained with unknown sauce and filth formed a sharp contrast.

The night watchman only showed disdain for this, "The liberal arts students just pretend to be cool by reciting poems, but if they really want to be in the technical stream of science, it depends on us science students! We gain weight because of staying up late and having high calorie needs!"

Thanks to my being a mixed race, I have avoided the curse of hair loss! The only contribution you liberal arts students have to the 'Nibelung Plan' is that you chose this name, right?"

"But sometimes liberal arts students will also take the lead in finance and appropriation - alchemy technology without resource support is just looking at the moon in the water. To turn stone into gold, you first need 'stone'." Angers tilted his head slightly, "'It depends on you and me'

The wording is not wrong, because now only I have the foundation to turn decay into gold."

The night watchman was about to put the bottle in his mouth when he stopped, as if he was shocked by Angers' normal and calm words.

The room was silent for a few seconds. He looked at Angers, and Angers looked at him. He understood the extremely dangerous message hidden in those plain words, and slowly put down the bottle and looked at Angers.

"Are you serious?" he asked in a deep voice, his voice so low that it could be drowned out by the sound of rain outside.

There is no longer a joking atmosphere of friends bickering in the air, replaced by a solid solemnity, as if someone has opened a corner of the coffin, and any prying eyes must be silent and awed.
To be continued...