The tea cup is filled with steam, and the aroma of tea overflows in the principal's office.
Angers sat behind his desk and stared blankly at the old man with a big belly who left the attic for the first time and set foot in the principal's office for the first time in decades.
"What the hell is it today? Manstein is getting married?" Angers asked in disbelief.
He put down his tea cup and began to look through the various applications that Norma had recently received on his behalf, trying to find the marriage application from Manstein, the ethics director.
Aside from his son, what other reason could there be to drag this old man out of that attic filled with beauty magazines and westerns?!
This is simply a miracle!
The vice-principal walked up to the desk with a dark face and rudely drank all the black tea in Angers cup, then smashed it into his mouth and said disdainfully: "I don't know why you like this kind of thing."
Ange looked at the old man who didn't understand the tea ceremony and drank it in one gulp like a cow chewing peonies. He had a headache and said: "If you don't stay in your place and drink the sparkling wine I brought you, what are you doing here?"
"Didn't you ask me to help you?" The vice-principal sat down on the desk unceremoniously with a big belly, "Now I'm here."
Angers stood up and walked to the bookcase, opened a hidden compartment, took out a bottle of whiskey, took out two glasses, and handed one to his old friend.
"You're a little early." Angers poured wine for the night watchman and shrugged. "The spokesperson of the Gattuso family hasn't set off yet. Tell me, what do you want to see me for? The Chinese say that no matter what happens, no one will report it."
Sanbaodian, your behavior today is a typical example."
The vice-principal said disgustedly: "Don't talk about Chinese with me. It's my opinion on the promotion of Chinese education in the college. Your Chinese is not as good as mine."
"Okay, okay, so what do you want from me?" Angers clinked glasses with him and raised his eyebrows.
The vice-principal drank the whiskey in one gulp, but said nothing, staring straight at the wooden floor.
Angers became more and more curious about what happened to this guy. It stands to reason that there are few things in this world that can touch this guy's heartstrings. In addition to his precious son, there was also a female student. After the female student died,
This old friend seemed increasingly withdrawn.
His state today is not only unprecedented, but also rare among rare.
"Someone dug up my teacher's grave," the vice-principal said slowly.
The wine glass in his hand clattered to the ground. Ange was stunned and didn't care about the wine glass that fell to the ground.
"You...what did you say?!"
"Okay, that's not accurate enough." The vice-principal scratched his head and said, "It should be said that he pried open the door to my teacher's grave, but stopped in front of the door and only took away a handful of alchemy that was guarding the door.
appliance."
"Sounds like a righteous thief who knows the rules and is polite. Did he leave you a message to say hello?" Angers spread his hands.
"Stop it, I'm not kidding you!" the vice principal said dissatisfied.
"Oh, then you continue." Angers shrugged nonchalantly.
"...I feel like you still think I'm joking with you."
"Nonsense, listen to what you are saying. Someone robbed your teacher's tomb? Who is your teacher? The great alchemist of the Secret Party!"
"Uh, flattery is flattery, don't praise to death. You bastards even looted the Baidi City of the King of Bronze and Fire, and also killed the king on the alchemy throne. No matter how awesome my teacher is,
Not as good as the great Lord Norton."
Hearing this statement, Ange was stunned, stroking the stubble on his chin and said thoughtfully: "It sounds like this is the truth..."
"Right!" The vice-principal spread his hands. In order to prove that he was not lying, this guy did not hesitate to hack a teacher who had been dead for hundreds of years.
"Okay, even if you didn't lie, if you don't hurry up and reinstall the door to your teacher's grave, why are you coming to see me?" Angers asked doubtfully.
The vice-principal said angrily: "What's the point of installing a door? Everyone has already locked the door. What kind of door can block today's technology?"
"Then... move the grave?" Angers suggested.
"I don't want to personally experience the alchemy formation arranged by my teacher." The vice principal shook his head decisively.
"Then what do you mean?"
"Find someone! Dig out the bad guy who dug up my teacher's grave!" the vice-principal said fiercely.
"What a great idea! So where can I find it?" Ange said helplessly, "By the way, where is your teacher's grave?"
"...near the college."
"Oh, Xue... what are you talking about? Near the academy?!" Angers' eyes widened immediately.
The vice-principal sighed: "Didn't you ask me before why I stay in school? Part of the reason is to guard my teacher's grave. Not only my teacher, my teacher's teacher, teacher's teacher's teacher... are all in that grave."
Inside. Oh, of course, all that’s left from a few generations ago are the tombs.”
"Is it convenient to disclose the specific location?"
"Remember that fairy lake? It's at the bottom of the lake."
"You suspect he is a student of the academy?"
"There is no need to doubt it, it must be!" the vice-principal said firmly.
"Okay... I will ask Schneider to check if any students have gone out near the fairy lake in the past few days." Ange said with a bitter smile.
The vice-principal suddenly said fiercely: "You old boy, don't let me guard you! Don't blame me for not reminding you. There is an alchemy circle in that tomb that my teacher personally arranged when he was alive. I can't even be sure that I can break it perfectly!
"
Angre said with a guilty conscience: "How could I steal the tomb of a senior member of the Secret Party? You are overthinking."
"It's best like this." The vice-principal snorted coldly, and suddenly said abruptly, "There are no good things in that tomb. The good things are all with me. Do you think I will let these good things gather dust and be buried with them in the tomb?
"
Angers said regretfully: "It's such a pity."
"You still want to steal my teacher's grave!" the vice-principal became anxious on the spot.
"Calm down!" Angers quickly filled the vice-principal's glass with a full glass of wine, "Drink!"
"But how come some students suddenly pried up your teacher's grave?" Ange asked curiously.
"How do I know that nothing has happened in the past hundred years? Who would have known that I received an early warning a few days ago and ran over to take a look. I don't know which bastard opened the 'door' of the tomb and took away a piece of paper in front of the tomb.
Bring alchemy items." The vice-principal raised his glass angrily.
"Alchemical items?" Angers poured wine for his old friend thoughtfully.
"To be precise, it's a semi-disabled product. Have you ever heard of the legend of King Arthur?"
"King Arthur? Of course!"
"According to legend, King Arthur obtained a sword from the Goblin Lake that was as sharp as clay. That's it."
"Oh! The King's Sword, is such an awesome thing just a scrap?"
"The 'living spirit' of the sword has disappeared, and the important core has become damaged and cannot be recovered. Of course it is a damaged product." The vice-principal shrugged and drank another gulp.
"This is so, it's such a shame." Angers sighed and poured another glass of wine for his old friend, "Speaking of the fact that the night is so nice today, would you mind telling me some of your Flamel's little secrets?
?”
Few people know that Kassel College also has an Alchemy Principles Department. Unlike the "talented" Equipment Department, this department only has one member, and that is the dear Vice-Principal of the students.
In the Secret Party, Master Flamel has been the chief alchemist master of the Secret Party for generations. If Master Flamel says that he only knows a little bit about alchemy, then other alchemy masters will have to kneel down and say what alchemy is.
The little one never knew.
The vice-principal narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "I am in a good mood today. Let me tell you a little bit."
"Wait, your teacher's grave was almost stolen. Are you in a good mood?"
Although he knew that he shouldn't interrupt his old friend at this time, Angers couldn't help but be shocked by this slut's "respect for his teacher and his Tao".
"Tsk, what do you know?" the vice-principal curled his lips, "That old guy was very effective when he forced me to learn alchemy."
Ange was speechless. They were indeed a pair of wise masters and disciples.
The vice-principal said lazily: "You should know something about the name Nicholas Flamel, right?"
"Of course, just skip the basic part." Angers nodded.
The Flamel family can be traced back to the mysterious Nicholas Flamel in the history of alchemy.
He was born in 1330 and was said to have died in 1427, but later people dug up his tomb and found it empty.
He worked as a scribe in Paris for most of his life, and thus had the opportunity to come into contact with various ancient documents, including alchemical documents. At that time, printing had not yet become popular in Europe, and the reproduction of ancient books mainly relied on copying.
One day, Nicholas Flamel got an ancient book called "The Jewish Book of Abraham". With the alchemical knowledge he learned from other ancient books, he deciphered the secret of the book and opened the ancient door to alchemy.
From then on, the transformation of elements became easy for him. He became rich overnight and built fourteen hospitals and churches in Paris.
Many years later, people opened the basement of the church he built and found that it was covered with mysterious symbols from the ground to the roof. Those powerful symbols were like trapped dragons and snakes that no one could decipher. Newton once tried to
His works have been translated into English.
In the history of alchemy, Nicholas Flamel is recognized as the last master who opened the door to alchemy.
It is generally believed that he concocted the legendary elixir and is still alive in the world, and he has been seen haunting the streets of Paris for centuries.
According to the history recorded by the Secret Party, the first generation of mentor Nicholas Flamel joined the Secret Party in the early 15th century. He lived a long life but was not immortal. After that, his successors were all named Nicholas Flamel.
This lineage has been passed down to this day.
The Flamel mentors of the past generations have not shared the secrets of alchemy with the secret party, because they are worried that alchemy will be abused in places that have nothing to do with the fate of mankind. However, they have kept their promises for many years and supported the secret party behind their backs.
Party, fight against the Dragon Clan.
Therefore, it should be said that the Flamel family are allies of the Secret Party, not members.
The tutors of Flamel in the past have always been highly respected, but I don't know why there are some problems with the inheritance of this generation. It is such a "filial" rogue who inherited the mantle of the previous teacher, but his performance in alchemy is not as good as that of Dragon.
The purity of the blood is still worthy of the great surname Flamel.
Angers didn't know the blood concentration of this guy, but he knew that this guy's blood was definitely higher than his own!
His word spirit is [Commandment], a powerful word spirit numbered 106 in the word spirit sequence list!
With the huge alchemy matrix built underground in the college, he can suppress everyone in the school!
Among the people Angers knew well, only an old guy from Tokyo could surpass the vice-principal in terms of his oratory skills.
The vice-principal collected his thoughts and began to introduce his great mentor to Angers.
"In the ancestral notes left by my teacher, it is recorded that my ancestor accidentally obtained an ancient book that recorded the truth of the world. This mysterious document was called "The Jewish Book of Abraham". He spent twenty
I spent a year preparing to interpret this book, and finally managed to interpret most of the book word for word with the help of a Hebrew scholar."
"It can be said that it was this book that established the current status of the Flamel family."
The vice-principal snatched the entire bottle of whiskey from Angers hand.
"What is recorded in that book?" Angers asked.
"I haven't seen it, but it is recorded in the ancestor's manuscript - it has 3 groups of 7 pages, including the first page. There is no text on the seventh page of each group, but in the first group
On the seventh page, there is a drawing of a magic wand being swallowed by a giant snake." His Excellency the Vice-Principal blew the bottle boldly.
"Giant snake?" Angers raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the Ouroboros you mentioned?"
"Not sure, but that's what my teacher said. He thinks that book is a divine revelation left by Ouroboros, the King of Magic."
"Divine inspiration? Your teacher thinks Ouroboros is a god?"
"Alchemy and word spirit are both called the ultimate power of the dragon clan. The person who masters the ultimate alchemy is naturally a god."
"Ouroboros is the Dragon King?" Angers asked in surprise, "Wait a minute, isn't Ouroboros, the King of Magic, the King of Bronze and Fire?"
In the field of alchemy, Ouroboros symbolizes the unity and eternity of the universe, as well as cycle, immortality and restart.
Alchemists worship him as the King of Magic, and in the dragon world, it is the King of Bronze and Fire who masters the ultimate in alchemy. Angers has every reason to suspect that the two are actually the same person.
The vice-principal put down the wine bottle, touched his nose in the wine trough, and was silent for a while before saying:
"Norma, get out of this room and leave us alone for a while."
"Excuse me, what's the time?"
"Half an hour."
"Understood, within 30 minutes from now, the principal's office will be outside my monitoring range."
After Norma finished speaking, all the equipment stopped functioning, including the cameras and recording equipment placed in secret locations, and all were locked.
Angers frowned and said, "Is this necessary?"
"Of course it is necessary. What I want to tell you next is a top secret discovered and preserved by Flamel's family that has not been disclosed to outsiders." The vice-principal said calmly, nodded his forehead and said, "The so-called top secret is
It is impossible to save it in the system and hard disk, it can only be saved here."
Angers was flattered and said: "Am I the first person in history?"
"Yes, you are the first one. No one in the secret party has been recognized by Flamel of all generations, you are an exception." The vice-principal shrugged, "Do you feel my preference for you?"
"I feel it, it's so deep of love." Angers sighed, stood up and took out another bottle of whiskey that he had collected for a long time.
Seeing the whiskey in Ange's hand, the vice-principal's eyes widened and he cursed: "Damn it, I remember you said you had finished drinking this stuff a long time ago!"
Anger raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry about such details, a night like this is worth a drink!"
The vice-principal was cursing, and it wasn't until he finished his first glass of wine that he slowly exhaled and finally collected his thoughts.
At this moment, the principal's office is independent from the campus. Even the smart lights have been turned off, leaving only an old-fashioned candle light.
The shadows of the trees swayed on the high windows, and the candlelight was quiet and dark, making it look like the depths of an ancient church.
The vice-principal spoke in a low and cold voice about the "truth" that Flamel's family had hidden for hundreds of years.
"First of all, what I want to tell you is that in the 'divine revelation' received by my ancestor, the first generation Flamel, the great King of Magic Ouroboros preceded the King of Bronze and Fire