Fu Nian looked at himself in the mirror. Compared with the black suit, the dark green suit not only perfectly set off his elite aristocratic temperament and strong figure, but also gave him a bit more youth and passion that a teenager should have.
"Cough, cough!"
Under Chen Xiaoxiao's unquenchable pupils, Manstein had no choice but to use this method for his second warm-up.
"Oh." Chen Xiaoxiao quickly got up and walked towards another carriage.
Because the conductor was preparing drinks for them, she had to be responsible for his second preparation.
"Fu Nian, your warm water." The conductor pushed the delicate car and placed a glass of water marked 26.7° in front of Fu Nian under Fu Nian's dumbfounded gaze.
Not long after the conductor walked out, Chen Xiaoxiao returned to Fu Nian with a thick stack of documents.
"This is the second thing we are going to do." Manstein opened the sealed package and handed the contents to Fu Nian.
"A confidentiality agreement."
Fu Nian curiously looked at the thick pile of documents inside. Except for a few simple Chinese characters on the first page, the rest were all written in Latin mixed with English.
Scroll further back to see the explanations and examples of the previous precautions. They are so densely packed and neatly read that Fu Niang's skin goes numb.
"Actually, you don't need to read so much. As long as we ensure that our dragon clan's affairs and the following events are not spread to outsiders, there will be no violations. Just sign it."
Fu Nian nodded, and after taking a closer look to confirm that he really couldn't understand, he picked up the pen handed over by Chen Xiaoxiao and neatly signed two words at the bottom.
Fu Nian.
Professor Manstein carefully put away the documents and looked at Fu Niandao,
"To re-explain, as a formal university registered with the U.S. Department of Education, Cassel College has always been committed to providing high-quality education to students with special talents and recommending jobs. Our normal academic system is four years. It adopts classical
It is a closed education method. All students must live on campus. When you graduate, we will issue you a formal degree certificate. Unfortunately, our school’s degree certificate may not help you find corresponding majors and jobs in other universities. So you
There is no possibility of going to other colleges to study for postgraduate studies.”
Fu Nian nodded. This was something he had known for a long time. It was strange that someone who graduated from Dragon Slaying Academy could find related majors in other universities.
"Since we already know some things, let me tell you straight away. There is only one thing our college is best at.
That is slaying the dragon."
With that said, Professor Manstein stood up and came to a position, grabbed a corner of the canvas on the giant oil painting behind him, and shook it open.
The ferocious scene was exposed to the light, just like a dusty coffin exposed to the scorching sun. At this moment, Fu Nian's muscles all over his body tensed up.
His eyes were fixed on the painting.
On the picture, the sky is iron blue mixed with the color of flames. The only giant tree stands, with dead branches extending in all directions, weaving into a dense network to support the cracked sky. The wasteland is covered with dead bones and black
The giant beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones. Its wings are covered with skeletons. After opening its huge membrane wings, it looks up to the sky and protrudes black flames. (From the original text of Dragon Clan)
Fu Nian stared at the giant painting in front of him, blood gushing under the taut skin on his right hand. The red-gold eyes were as dazzling as the sun in its full glory, making it difficult to look directly at it.
Memories from the depths of memory collapsed like dominoes being pushed.
The dark and red sky, the deserted mountain top, the incomplete battle flag. The stark white bones, the broken dragon body and the bloody Fenrir on the mountain top. The body is covered with spears and scarred, but Jörmungar still does not forget to protect him.
have to.
The fragments of memory are like a stuck video machine, with one scene after another, blurry.
The only things that remain unchanged are the rain of blood all over the sky, the deafening roar, and the rivers of blood all over the mountains and fields...
Fu Nian tried his best to make his breathing steady. He tried his best to make his breathing steady. He tried his best to make his breathing steady.
But the anger from ancient times was as painful as a hot iron stamping on his chest. It made him unable to breathe in pain.
boom!
The water glass held in Fu Nian's hand shattered.
The fine glass shards are broken regularly and evenly like a work of art. Like the tiny pearls that were lifted up, they shine so brightly under the light that people can't help but want to reach out and touch them.
But unfortunately, all the eyes of the people around him were focused on Fu Nian. No one noticed this magnificent and colorful scene.
Manstein stared blankly at Fu Nian, who suddenly became agitated. He really never thought that a painting by Dragon King Nidhogg, who they had entertained for decades, would actually detonate an S-class hybrid who was about to enter school.
"Is this painting?" Manstein turned his eyes to the black king Nidhogg he had seen many times.
The painting is still majestic and one cannot help but feel admiration. However, Manstein's plain mood does not fluctuate at all.
He turned to look at Chen Xiaoxiao opposite.
Chen Xiaoxiao also looked at the picture of calm water with a blank expression.
The air fell into an oppressive silence, and Manstein's subsequent content was forced to be interrupted.
The scenery outside the window looks like a continuous line under the high-speed train window, blurry and illusory.
"This is the dragon?!" After a long time, Fu Nian's trembling voice slowly came from the air.
"Yes. Black King Nidhogg." Manstein quickly explained.
"That's it." Fu Nian slowly stood up and walked to the scroll. The light flowing in his eyes was like liquid gold, making it impossible to see emotions and thoughts.
"Is there any way to kill him?" Fu Nian's voice was cold and not at all like the gentle look he had before.
"If the Black King appears, we hybrids will kill him at all costs!" Manstein's voice was firm.
"Will it succeed?"
"Three... less than 100%" Manstein hesitated before deciding to strengthen his military morale. But he knew that this was just a comforting number. The success rate of anything that could truly defeat the Black King was probably less than 50%.
Bar.
Fu Nian turned around and looked at Manstein with a strange smile.
Under those golden eyes, Manstein unconsciously avoided his gaze and did not dare to look directly at the other person.
"I'm sorry, Professor, let's continue our content. We were too rude just now." Fu Nian slowly closed his golden eyes.
"Then do you have any physical discomfort?" Manstein looked at Fu Nian nervously, "For example, your dragon blood ratio."
This is the S-class bloodline student that the academy has finally found over the years. Although it is only an estimate for the time being. But after Norma's estimate, it is no different from the reality.
"No." Fu Nian spread his hands and looked at Manstein calmly.
"That's good, that's good."
Manstein breathed a sigh of relief. It is common for mixed-race people to have mood swings due to their bloodline. As long as his bloodline is stable, there will be no problem.