The three major buildings of the school are the Hall of Valor, Odin Hall and the Church.
Among them, the Odin Hall was destroyed due to some special reasons after the ice cellar explosion last year. It was renovated afterwards. After the renovation, the Odin Hall was officially renamed, and all students and school staff were solicited for a new name in the school forum.
And finally...
"I heard that you are very popular in the college, and you even have a club of fans. They call themselves the 'Hot Team'. From the perspective of the people in the Hot Team, it doesn't matter if the school board does not exist, as long as
With a spiritual leader like you, extermination of the dragon clan is not a problem... Now it seems that this rumor is correct."
This building, originally named "Odin Hall", has now been officially renamed "Angers Hall".
The old man in the wheelchair, leaning on crutches with both hands, said with squinted eyes and a smile that revealed the few remaining teeth in his mouth.
His old teeth have all fallen out, and his face is covered with age spots, but he is also one of the few remaining seniors in the secret party who can compare with Angers and Beowulf.
"This is ridiculous." An old guy was lying on the hospital bed, holding a cigar in his mouth, while being humble and polite, while his eyebrows were dancing.
The old man turned around and smiled dumbly at Angers's appearance: "It seems that your boy has lived a good life these years. To be honest, I was worried that you would live in endless hatred, lose yourself, and become a vengeful person.
Beast. But looking at it now, the school you built with your own hands and the students you recruited saved you, it’s pretty good."
The old man looked at Angers and said in a more serious tone: "You have been saved by them, I think it's good."
Angers was silent.
The old man in front of him was a member of the Presbyterian Church in the same era as Viscount Charlotte, Marquis Gambett and others. It was his unconditional support that allowed Angers to grow rapidly and sit firmly after the Summer Mourning incident.
The position of the leader of the secret party.
"Why are you here today?" Angers asked softly.
"I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see the next generation you have chosen." The old man slowly shook his head and said, "Beowulf is gathering people. He did not come to attend this meeting, but he is doing the work of fighting.
Prepare, he said that the person he chooses will attend this meeting with full authority to represent him, what about you Angers?"
The old man sighed: "Unknowingly, it's time for your generation to retire."
"And you are still strong and healthy." Ange said with a smile, "Many people envy me that I can still be active and active at this age, but that's because they don't know that you are still alive."
The old man fell into silence uncharacteristically.
It wasn't until a long time later that he said quietly: "You are still doubting me, right, Angers?"
Angers said softly: "Back then, you supported me in taking the position of leader of the secret party. I am very grateful to you, but you have been avoiding me all these years. How long are you going to hide the answer to that question?"
The old man was silent for a while and said: "I didn't lie to you. I did not receive the eggs sent by Menike and the others. It's because you didn't want to believe me."
"But you were the one who took care of Lord Mayek back then." Angers slowly took out a puff of cigar smoke and stared at the old man through the smoke.
"Mayek did carry a black handbag with him, but there was nothing in it." The old man said calmly, "And according to your story, Mayek who left early was more like a bait. The real egg must be in Charlotte."
And Gambet in their hands."
"But they are all dead," Angers whispered, "and Menech made it clear that he gave away the eggs."
The old man looked deeply at Angers: "Don't cling to this past that has become a mystery. You should look forward. Your goal is being achieved step by step. This is a good thing. It's time to let go of the past."
Angers was silent for a moment and said softly: "Do you know about 'parasitism'?"
After observing the obvious changes in the old man's expression, Angers knew that the other party knew the meaning of this word.
"In this narrow escape, I got some important information. The egg sent out that night was indeed intercepted, but all they got was a corpse. The noble soul in the egg had already escaped."
Angers said every word.
The old man's eyebrows gradually furrowed: "Can you guarantee the authenticity of this news?"
"So what if it is true?" Angers asked, "If this is true, it means that the Black King in the egg escaped that night, and it may be in a parasitic form."
The old man stared blankly at the newly built "Ange Hall" and was speechless for a long time.
"The other party believes that I am very likely to be the host." Angers once again revealed a shocking piece of information.
But the old man was uncharacteristically free of shock and fear. He shook his head calmly and said: "After you survived, we conducted a thorough internal and external examination on you. I can tell you with certainty that you have not been parasitized by dragons.
"
Ange frowned and said: "There are means within the secret party that can thoroughly investigate a person's spirit, or soul?"
"We don't have it, but someone does." The old man said softly.
"Who?" Ange said in a deep voice. He suddenly discovered that the secret party or the old man in front of him still hid some secrets that he still didn't know about.
"The previous generation of Flamel mentor."
Angers frowned, he didn't expect this answer.
"I never heard Leonardo talk about it."
"The previous generation of Master Flamel died too suddenly." The old man sighed, "Some things may not have been entrusted to this generation of Master Flamel."
Ange's heart moved: "How did the previous generation of Master Flamel die?"
The old man was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Ange, have you ever thought about, if the Black King did not parasitize you, who would he choose?"
"What do you want to say?"
"The servant of Master Flamel of the previous generation said... that before the master's accident, he saw a person who looked very similar to Menech wandering around the house." The old man whispered.
The corners of Ange's eyes twitched, and his breathing suddenly became rapid: "You never told me about this."
"Because we are not sure either." The old man smiled bitterly. "The servant went crazy and committed suicide not long after. There was no surveillance at that time, so we couldn't verify it at all."
"In fact... those people also suspected Meineke." Angers said with a confused look, "But the problem is, when I crawled out of the cellar the next day, I saw Meineke's broken body. Before I could wait,
When I stepped forward, his body shattered into quicksand."
"Ange, do you know about snake sloughing?" the old man said quietly.
Ange's eyes narrowed.
"If Meineke is really parasitized by the Black King, then he is very likely to undergo a subversive transformation in a short period of time. In this case, it is theoretically possible to leave a mutilated body." The old man explained, "
What you see may not be Meineke, it may just be the remnants of his rebirth."
Angers was stunned, unable to digest the news for a while.
What is the truth?
…
…
The conference hall deep in the Hall of Valor.
In the center is a simple long mahogany table, which is engraved with patterns of angels, dragons and snakes. On the wall are hanging portraits of past secret party leaders. The last one is the founder and first president of the Lion Heart Society.
Chief Meniek Kassel.
Old people in black clothes sit at the table with their backs straight.
Most of them were very old, as if they had been dug out of a grave, and the attire they wore looked like they had been dug out of a grave. Paired with top hats, it felt like a gathering of gentlemen in the era of Sherlock Holmes.
"There hasn't been a meeting like this for many years, Mr. Vanderbilt."
"Yes, Mr. Turing, the last time I remember was 1961."
"I thought you were dead, but I saw your unpleasant face again."
"I'm sorry that you didn't get what you wanted, but Mr. Planck didn't survive the millennium. I remember that you didn't like him either."
"Don't I like him? It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. Well, good evening, Master Flamel. You are still so young. It's really jealous."
The vice-principal was busy blowing kisses to Elizabeth and the girl. When he heard the sound, he turned around, looked at the other party's dress, and shrugged: "If my mental age is forever eighteen, then you should be buried long ago."
All the senators looked at his dress in silence, and they were all speechless.
He was wearing a bright red Hawaiian floral shirt, which failed to cover his big belly, a pink Hawaiian lei around his neck, and flip-flops on his feet. He looked like he had just arrived from Hawaii on a plane.
After finishing the interaction with the girl, the vice-principal turned around, looked at the portraits of past leaders hanging on the wall, and said with regret:
"I'm sorry, everyone, we can't add another portrait to this wall in the short term. Although I personally think this wall is too empty, the portrait of Angers will be just right..."
If it had been anyone else who had made fun of the sacred and solemn portraits on the wall in front of the elders, he would have been kicked out of the Secret Party long ago. But he is the Flamel mentor, and all the Flamel mentors have been the chiefs of the Secret Party.
Master of alchemy.
If Master Flamel said that he only knew a little bit about alchemy, then the other alchemist masters would just kneel down and say that they don't know anything about alchemy.
A simple example can illustrate Master Flamel's achievements in alchemy. There is a huge alchemical matrix buried in the basement of this academy, which is running all the time. Its function is to amplify Master Flamel's own "commandments."
"Yan Ling.
Just like now, Master Flamel, combined with the alchemy matrix he established, suppressed all the elders present by himself, and was unable to use the word spirit here.
"Master Flamel, where is Angers?" Someone said, "Shouldn't he come out to see us? According to the medical examination report just obtained, he seems to be healthier than before going to Egypt. We think
Do you know if this was a self-directed and self-acted drama, or if his life really was almost hanging by a thread."
The vice-principal sitting at the head of the conference table shook his head and said with a serious look: "What you got is a wrong report. Although Angers is not dead, he is almost dead. Now the Marquis of Gambert is sending the white-haired man to the black-haired man."
"..."×n
A group of people were speechless at the shamelessness of Master Flamel, and were also shocked by the arrival of Marquis Gambert. The people who had just spoken out suddenly fell silent.
The current Marquis of Gambet is the younger brother of the previous Marquis of Gambet. He is also the only member of the previous Presbyterian Council who is still alive. He is the elder of everyone present.
"Teacher Flamel, the time is almost up, should we start?" After a moment, someone suggested, "Since Angers is dying, we should elect a new leader this time."
The vice-principal cheered up and said: "What a good proposal. I recommend Leonardo to be the new leader of the secret party. Who agrees?"
Don't tell me, someone actually raised their hand, but when he noticed that everyone was looking at him in silence, this person couldn't help but put down his hand.
"It's really humorless." Seeing the silence, the vice-principal couldn't help but shrugged. He looked up at the clock and said slowly, "Don't worry, there's still some time before the appointed time. Our protagonist tonight hasn't appeared yet."
The elders looked at each other, their expressions suddenly became subtle.
Before choosing a new leader, they indeed still have two important things to do...
"I heard that the Eight Sheqi Families have rebelled." Someone suddenly spoke, questioning, "The secret party never forgives traitors, why are we accepting the Eight Sheqi Families here today?"
The conference hall was so quiet that no one responded to him, but everyone looked at the vice principal.
The vice-principal shrugged and said, "Because we can't defeat the Sheqi family."
"How can the Secret Party fail to defeat the Sheqi Eight Families, the predecessor of the Japanese branch, after it has developed so far?" The person who spoke before said displeasedly.
The vice-principal glanced at the clock and thought that the person who was supposed to come was almost here. He said casually: "Miss Marge said very well. I wholeheartedly support the Marge family forming a death squad to take the lead in attacking Tokyo and liberating it."
All of Japan.”
The old woman who was called Miss Margo, but was actually already gray-haired, was stunned on the spot.
She looked around the audience and saw that all the "allies" who had previously formed an alliance with each other looked down upon each other, making her curse inwardly that no one was trustworthy!
"If we indulge the Sheqi family today, and other branches follow suit in the future, how should we deal with it?" Ms. Mag said solemnly, "We cannot allow this kind of behavior to occur! Mr. Frost, what do you think?
"
Frost looked at his nose, mouth and heart. He stared at the tea in his hand and seemed to be counting the tea leaves in it, paying no attention to her plan.
The vice-principal agreed with his face: "I think Ms. Mag is right, and I also think that we can't just forgive the Sheqi family! The spokesperson of the Sheqi family is about to arrive. I'll ask Ms. Mag to teach her a lesson later.
She got it."
Some people who knew the inside story suddenly looked strange, thinking that they didn't know who was calling the family not long ago. This tone became really fast.
Ms. Margo frowned and looked at Frost.
I don’t know why this guy is so uncharacteristically quiet today. He is always the protagonist in meetings.
Frost suddenly raised his head, and everyone looked up in the direction of the corridor.
There were footsteps and light and casual discussions coming from this direction.
There was silence around the long table. They looked in the direction of the corridor in silence, curious about the people who were about to appear.
The vice-principal applauded: "Hey, our young people are here. Old guys, please smile and don't scare them."
The door at the end of the corridor was slowly pushed open.
The first person to walk in was Caesar Gattuso, the big-breasted brother with brilliant golden hair, sea-blue eyes, charming and bright smile, and a deliberately open heart.
Frost couldn't help but look a little ugly when he saw Caesar's appearance. Today was going to be a sacred meeting, but Caesar was dressed as if he had just come out of a nightclub.
Walking side by side with Caesar was Chu Zihang, whose face was expressionless but whose golden eyes were always lit.
He took off his colored contact lenses before coming, and the moment they looked at each other with Guo's stern golden eyes, he gave everyone present a "surprise".
They had heard of the reputation of the "Eternal Golden Eyes", but this was their first meeting. Many people chose to avoid it for a moment, and then lit up their golden eyes in anger, not to be outdone with the young man.
Looking at each other.
But they seemed to be just appetizers tonight. Chu Zihang walked to the seat reserved for the Beowulf family and sat down, while Caesar lazily sat beside his uncle.
The next person who walked into the conference hall was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face that would never be found in the crowd.
With a faint smile on his face, he looked around the conference hall and apologized: "I'm sorry everyone, the meeting may have to be postponed for a few minutes."
Some people recognized him, while others didn't know his identity.
"Why do you appear here? This is not a court for your unbridled behavior, Heisen Cassel." Some people questioned that he should not appear here.
The vice-principal asked loudly: "Hey, little guy, why is the meeting postponed?"
Haisen leaned slightly to show respect to the vice-principal himself, and then smiled with impeccable etiquette and said: "My employer has been delayed due to some things, so please be patient. They won't be there tonight.
The conference will be overshadowed."
"Hmph, Haisen, who is your employer that actually makes all of us wait for him?" the vice-principal snorted coldly, seeming to be very dissatisfied.
The elders present who knew about the relationship between the two were full of expressions like "I just want to see you two singing harmoniously."
"One of my employers is the sister of the current head of the Eight Sheqi Clan and will fully represent the Eight Sheqi Clan at this meeting. The other one has quietly devoted decades to the operation of Kassel College.
The last school director who never exercised his power." Haisen looked around the audience and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, the latter's behavior deserves our admiration, doesn't it?"
"Why are they delayed?" a senator suddenly asked.
"Well." Haisen looked down at his watch, raised his head and said with a bright smile, "They are looking for ants."
The whole place was silent.
"Looking for... ants?"
"Yes, sir, you heard that right. After all, there are a lot of ants tonight..." Haisen suddenly turned around, "Oh, gentlemen, I think our protagonist tonight is here."
Haisen, who was standing at the door, took the initiative to open the door and waited by the door like a waiter.
The senators quietly lit up their golden eyes and locked their eyes sharply on the door. The dark conference hall was illuminated by golden eyes.
Then, they saw a girl with an exquisite face and a queen-like majesty slowly walking in.
She glanced around the audience, her cold eyes falling on everyone. Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they looked at her, as if as the girl walked in, a fresh and cold breath was wrapped around the wind.
Snow swept in from outside the door, making people shudder.
There is no doubt that this is the pressure of blood!
This young woman from the Sheqi Eighth Family has a pedigree that stands high and proudly above all of them!
And there was another person who walked in arm in arm with the girl. He was the last school director?
The Sheqi family has joined forces with the last school director?
Everyone had this thought and equal curiosity in their hearts. Their eyes moved towards the man's face, and then they all saw a pair of eyes as deep as a black hole...