The tightly closed door of the Hall of Heroes burst open with a deafening sound of kicking.
The light slanting from the outside rushed into every corner of the Hall of Valor like a waterfall. The candlelight swayed left and right in the swaying wind, and everyone's eyes instantly fell on the vague outline in the light.
The noisy main hall became audible.
When everyone was gradually adapting to the sudden view, a slovenly figure wearing khaki jeans, a big red nose, a stubble beard, smelling of alcohol, and a mess of hair that almost spilled out of the cowboy hat stood in their sight.
among.
The moment they saw this figure, almost everyone present frowned slowly and subconsciously covered their noses with their hands, as if the rich and tangy smell of alcohol could pass along the 3D phantom and into their nasal cavities.
Frost even showed a look of disgust in it. In his political outlook, the vice-chancellor is an academic of the same school as Angers. To a certain extent, the other party is his opponent, and against his opponent
, Frost never gives a good look.
However, under the unified expressions, the only thing that is surprising but reasonable is Manstein's expression. As the son of the night watchman, Manstein did not have too in-depth communication with the other party.
, but after all, I still have some understanding of the other party.
The night watchman in his impression was an old pervert who could only lie in the church bell tower, drink wine and think about how to peek at female classmates all day long.
But at this moment, although he was still so slovenly that it made people frown, Manstein rarely saw urgency and seriousness on his face.
This was an unusual scene, and it was also a scene that made him subconsciously tense.
He subconsciously looked at EVA next to him and found that EVA was also wearing a serious expression.
Just when Manstein was about to ask what happened,
A familiar voice echoed through the hall, "Ange, something happened!"
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Manstein felt that this was the biggest joke he had heard during this period. What a joke, what could happen to Angers? Not long ago, he could fight the Dragon King single-handedly.
Although Angers did have some problems with his physical condition after that injury, these were just minor problems. He had completely recovered in just a few months. For Manstein, who was so rigorous in dealing with things,
people,
He also specially asked the college's infirmary to give the principal a detailed examination, and he was not relieved until he got the nod from the medical professor. The medical professors in their college have the world's top professors in the field of medical frontiers, even though their usual work
It is to conduct physical examinations for the students of the college and the specialists from the executive department.
But they still cannot conceal their authoritative status in the field.
There will be no physical problems with Angers, at least during this period of time. Angers, who travels and vacations every day, will not have physical problems. During a physical examination on Angers cell activity, the professor gave
The medical examination sheet shows that Angers is in his fifties. Although he is already over one hundred and thirty years old this year, even if calculated according to normal proportions, if Angers, who is strong and healthy, can live to eighty, he will still have at least one life.
Thirty years of life.
Angers, who has no hidden injuries and no work pressure, has basically zero chance of having physical problems.
But...but!
Manstein recalled in his mind the expression on his face when he saw the night watchman. Judging from his father's unusual and serious expression, it didn't look fake at all.
This situation seemed to form a logical closed loop in Manstein's mind. The last thing he should worry about happened unexpectedly, which made Manstein, who was already overwhelmed by a lot of things, unable to breathe.
It will all come to a standstill.
Wait, could it be that these two old guys are colluding and doing something that is directly hidden from the school board?
Just when his brain was about to go into shock, an idea suddenly emerged from his mind. It was like the last rope in the hands of a drowning person, desperately grabbing it and refusing to let go, and climbed up.
What on earth are they going to do?
Sure enough, these old guys won't settle down so easily.
All of a sudden, various emotions such as complaints, doubts, bewilderment and curiosity emerged from Manstein's mind, which made his already hurried pace to the infirmary even faster. It seemed that after pushing the door open,
You can see the scene of Ange sitting on the hospital bed with a playful smile and happily saying to himself, Professor Manstein, you are here.
However, when Manstein completely appeared at the door of the infirmary room,
All the emotions seemed to be violently shattered by the wind and sand, leaving only a dumbfounded face.
Manstein looked blankly at the ups and downs of the electrocardiogram on the instrument. Although their peaks were sharp, they were drifting downward at a speed like a roller coaster. Even a layman like him knew that the situation at the scene was extremely extreme.
Not good.
Doctors in white coats put the defibrillation equipment on Angers chest at an extremely fast speed. Those doctors who were usually calm and calm seemed to be even more panicked than the professor at this time.
The sound of popping popping was accompanied by beads of sweat slowly sliding down Manstein's cheeks and dripping onto the floor.
Amidst the splashing water, the world seemed to slow down. Next to Manstein, the night watchman in slovenly denim also had a wide-mouthed expression of horror and confusion. The man still seemed to have not recovered from the initial fainting in Angers.
One scene reacted.
The night watchman stared at the trend chart on the electrocardiogram that turned into a straight line at a very fast speed. He seemed to have not completely recovered from the previous scene.
Five minutes ago, I should say five hours ago.
The night watchman was still lying down on the sofa in his small loft as usual, watching the sun outside that had not yet completely risen from the eastern sea level.
There was also a small half bottle of brandy that slipped from his hand to the floor. The liquid inside flowed slowly along the polished wooden floor. Just like the quiet campus before dawn, the attic on the church was also immersed in the atmosphere.
In my early morning sleep.
But the starting point of all the changes seemed to have happened at that time. The night watchman frantically and carefully recalled the fragments of his memories during that time,
It was probably around four o'clock in the morning. In the past, that was probably the time when he was most awake because he rarely drank during that time.
It's not because I don't drink it, it's because I don't have it in stock.
But that day was different. The night before, Angers, who didn't know which nerve was twitching, actually asked someone to give him two more bottles of good quality brandy, saying that it was a gift from a friend's party. He was so dissatisfied with this terrible thing.
If you are not used to drinking high-quality wine, you will waste it on yourself.
Although it was unusual for Angers to take the initiative to give him something, the night watchman at the time did not show any surprise at this.
But just when he was drinking, he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps in the church below.
The footsteps were so heavy that the sofa he was sitting on was shaking with it, not to mention the liquid flowing on the floor, which was rising and falling like a pot of boiling water.
"Old guy, why the hell are you coming to my place if you don't sleep this morning!" The night watchman's voice sounded irritated by being disturbed. His voice was low but it was louder than the vibrating footsteps on the ground.
The sounds outside stopped, but the night watchman could clearly feel a person standing outside the door.
"What's the matter?" The night watchman's groggy voice came from his nose.
"What you just said surprised me?" Angers' voice sounded from the door. From the sound alone, the night watchman seemed to be able to see the wrinkled guy with the gangster smile in front of him.
"Old scoundrel." The night watchman muttered and cursed, "You disturbed my sleep, why can't I say something harsh to you?"
"Of course, I am an old gangster and you are a drunkard. None of us can despise the other." Ange's faint voice came from behind the door.
This relaxed tone gradually caused a playful yet lewd smile to appear on the night watchman's lips.
"It's just that you, old fellow, have lost your temper for so long that I have almost forgotten who you are." Ange's voice became serious, but the night watchman didn't seem to hear it at that time. The smell of alcohol was in his mouth.
The sight gathered around me, and the glow penetrated the window, as if the sun was rising from the east.
"It's been so long that I have forgotten who I am, so who am I?" the night watchman muttered in a voice that seemed to be gibbering.
"You are the night watchman." Angers emphasized.
"Yes, I am the night watchman."
"Do you still remember the contract between us?" Angers changed the subject.
"Contract, ah, you said that thing, remember it." The night watchman has not recalled what he said he remembered at that time. Anyway, what he can be sure of is that what he remembered in his mind at that time was definitely not some cold contract.
, but the warm embrace of a woman.
There was a long silence outside the room, but surprisingly, the night watchman did not fall asleep during this process, but instead let out obscene laughter from time to time.
Angers seemed to have no intention of leaving, nor did he have any intention of entering the room. He just stood there quietly, listening to the laughter coming from the room.
Until the time stayed at the moment when the dawn was about to penetrate the black clouds, Ange gently placed something on the ground.
"I brought you a bottle of wine and put it in the corner of the door for you. Remember to drink it when you wake up. Don't let it sit for too long, otherwise I will be worried, my friend." Angers said a rare and long speech.
In a word,
But it was also when this voice seemed to break the night watchman's dream and pull him into reality, the voice of hehe disappeared,
As the footsteps gradually descended the stairs, I slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Angers' footsteps finally stopped in front of the church door. The dark blue asphalt road flashed with the coming dawn under the street lights. Behind him was a statue of the Virgin Mary with her hands on her chest.
The wind blew his hair from under the street lamp, and then revealed a pair of golden vertical pupils as cold as poisonous snakes. Tyranny and cruelty were like two crossed giant snakes surging under his pupils.
"Old guy, if I fail to fulfill my contract, the college will most likely fall into your hands. I hope you won't let me down."
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The night watchman discovered the brandy at the door at noon the next day. It was a bottle of Louis XIII Black Pearl collected by Angers, synonymous with the world's top cognac, and known as the "King of Spirits."
There are only 358 bottles in the world, one of which was kept by Angers in his study. He once asked for this bottle of wine and Angers many times, but Angers guarded him like a wolf, don't say
She refused to use it as a bet, she just didn't even look at it, she was stingy as hell.
I don’t know what happened today, but you actually took the initiative to send this thing to him?
The night watchman looked at the brandy placed in front of the door. The bottle was hand-made by crystal master Baccarat. The bottle was made of platinum and the neck of the bottle was carved with 24K pure gold. It could not be considered luxurious, but it could also be called expensive.
Is it filled with water?
The night watchman tilted his head and looked at it, but he couldn't wait to grab it with one hand.
After that, he opened the bottle as soon as possible. In order to ensure that this thing was genuine, he took a big sip into his mouth. The familiar mellow aroma bloomed in his taste buds, and then revealed a picture.
A satisfied face.
But after this satisfaction, the night watchman's eyes flashed with vigilance.
No, did this guy have his head hit by a door? How could he even think of putting such a thing in his hands?
At this time, he suddenly remembered whether the other party had come over to tell him something in the early morning.
But his groggy consciousness prevented him from remembering what happened for a while, so he got up and walked towards Angers' office.
I can't think of a way to ask, it's so close.
But what the night watchman never expected was that the moment he opened the door of Ange's office,
Angers, whose hands were bound, was sitting quietly opposite him.
"You're here." Ange's voice seemed to be full of exhaustion. He squinted his eyes slightly. The dark environment made it difficult for the night watchman to see the other person's face clearly.
But he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly see the movements of Ange's hands.
The night watchman stared intently at the hemp rope binding Ange's hands and the chains wrapping his legs.
The night watchman at that time was laughing silly.
Why are you still doing fancy things, role-playing?
The principal and the long-legged secretary...
Plop!
Before the night watchman's thoughts had completely jumped, Ange in front of him suddenly crashed onto the desk.
The sound illuminated the night watchman's sight like a bolt from the blue. He froze on the spot, looking at the scene in front of him, and was dumbfounded for a moment.
The next second...ah!
The shrieking and harsh voice echoed in the sky above the principal's office, and among the scattered birds, the night watchman sprinted at a speed of 100 meters to the Hall of Valor where the meeting was taking place.