The atmosphere in the entire archives room of the library became extremely quiet, and Manstein stopped talking.
Schneider also did not continue to speak, but Schneider's eyes were fixed on Manstein the whole time, especially the man's iron-gray eyes, which looked like some kind of venomous snake spying in the dark.
Manstein.
This made the latter feel trembling in his heart, fearing that Schneider would stab him unexpectedly, and given his personality, he could definitely do it.
Because in Manstein's mind, it can be said that he is one of the few people outside the entire Kassel College who knows Schneider better. After all, they often work together.
Many times when Schneider was busy with affairs in the execution department, he would hand over command tasks to Manstein. As time went by, and the two of them got along for a long time, Manstein discovered that it was not just the long time with each other that made him able to communicate with the other person.
The other party has managed a good relationship.
Moreover, Manstein also knew that the more he got along with a person like Schneider, the more he would feel the other person's cold-blooded ruthlessness.
It feels like dealing with a cold snake all the time. The key is that this snake may come up at any time and give everyone in front of it a fatal blow.
Over time, Manstein has always had a shadow of Schneider in his heart. At this moment, in this extremely calm atmosphere, Manstein also felt a little trembling in his heart.
It is absolutely impossible not to panic, and Schneider is also waiting for a real answer from him, or even a confirmation.
Manstein also couldn't help but think that if he really didn't agree, he might not be able to leave the stall tonight.
As time passed, Schneider's eyes became deeper and deeper. The other person's breathing undulated slightly, and then he reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take something out of his arms.
After Manstein saw this scene, he immediately couldn't help but take a step back and became nervous.
"Professor Schneider, what do you want to do?"
"Professor Manstein, don't be nervous, I just want to have a cigarette."
Schneider finally took out the thing in his arms. It was a cigarette, but he could pour out many filaments from the box. These things were also tobacco.
Manstein did not expect that someone like Schneider could own such exquisite cigarettes, especially such hand-rolled cigarettes.
It is not inhaled directly, but you need to use the paper prepared in advance to roll up the tobacco bit by bit, and then you can inhale it.
I saw Schneider pouring out the shredded tobacco bit by bit from the small box. It could be seen that the other person was pouring it very carefully. It felt like pouring out golden grains of sand, and every grain was very precious.
And for Schneider, this small tube of tobacco is indeed very precious, so precious that it is like treating grains of golden sand. In fact, this tobacco has been around for many, many years, and the time can even be traced back to ten years ago.
At that time, he liked smoking this kind of cigarette very much. Every time he smoked, he would slowly roll it up with paper, gather the tobacco bits and pieces, and finally light it slowly. For him, this way of smoking was very convenient.
There is a sense of ritual.
But since the fierce battle in the Greenland Sea, Schneider rarely smoked. First of all, because he was already seriously injured and his body could not withstand the force of the tobacco.
Every time he smoked, he would feel very uncomfortable, because his constitution no longer allowed him to continue smoking. When faced with the disaster, there was only a little bit of his lungs left. He could not even breathe, so how could he inhale it?
What about this very strong and powerful tobacco?
And this is just one aspect. The other aspect is that Schneider doesn't want to smoke anymore. He feels that smoking can temporarily paralyze a person's spirit, and even make him forget all his troubles for a short time.
But the forgetfulness of this trouble is just an illusion. Schneider cannot forget those disasters, nor can he forget that his students died in front of him. He is completely powerless and can only watch helplessly being played by the monster alone on the cold seabed.
With.
In the end, the monster just blew a breath and turned itself into this miserable ghost-like state, so Schneider rarely inhaled this kind of tobacco over the years.
Because he must be alert at all times, he must always remember the hatred, and he must also always remember that he must stay strong and stay awake to face those dragons and kill those dragons more powerfully.
Of course, in the past ten years, Schneider did not mean that he had never smoked this kind of tobacco. He had also smoked it, but very rarely, especially when he was very happy.
Of course, the happiness he was referring to was all activities targeting dragons, such as killing the third generation of dragons, destroying the ruins of a certain dragon, or harvesting more information from the ruins.
Dragon-like things, in this way, the strength of Kassel Academy can skyrocket.
In short, all his happiness comes from his own strength, the strength of Cassel Academy and the killing of dragons. And every time that moment comes, Schneider's mood will become particularly good, at least at that moment.
Become particularly good.
Then he can't help but want to smoke this kind of cigarette. Then he will carefully take out the tobacco, then take out the paper and slowly roll it up. Especially when he is rolling, every movement is careful and gives people
It feels like rolling a perfect piece of art.
Even for Manstein, this feeling was also there.
As Schneider's comrade-in-arms and even a partner, Manstein had almost never seen Schneider smoke in front of him. He only heard his old friend Guderian say it.
What an impression.
But now that Manstein has witnessed it with his own eyes, he just finds it incredible.
Because in Manstein's opinion, the head of the executive department in front of him, this man who had always killed iron-blooded men, had no hobbies of his own at all.
The other party only wanted to slay the dragon, and never had any enjoyment. But now the other party slowly rolled the cigarette, then slowly lit it, also put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath. That look was definitely...
A state that only an experienced smoker can achieve.
In particular, the other party's pair of iron-gray eyes, which were always as sharp as needlepoints, could not help but narrow slightly. It was obvious that he was enjoying the moment when the smoke entered his lungs and then slightly anesthetized his body.
Schneider rarely shows this state, but at this moment he almost took off all disguises and all strong shells.
After Schneider took a deep breath from the cigarette, he exhaled the long white smoke again. His eyes looked extremely deep, especially when the white smoke enveloped the masked face.
"Professor Manstein, do you also want one? But if you want one, you have to roll it up and suck it yourself."
Manstein paused for a moment, and then under Schneider's slightly stunned gaze, the guy actually started rolling a cigarette for himself. In fact, Ned was just being polite, after all, he didn't like shredded tobacco.
It's an extremely precious thing.
Not only is it very expensive, it also represents something in his heart, or represents his past, and this only bit of tobacco can be said to represent his former self.
Every time he smoked a little bit over the years, it was equivalent to forgetting a little bit of the past.
Schneider felt that if he smoked all these cigarettes, the moment of slaying the dragon would finally come, or his end would come directly.
However, I didn't expect that Manstein, who was timid at the beginning, was not polite at all. He started rolling it directly, and the amount of tobacco rolled in it was even more than Schneider's.
Schneider finally couldn't help but speak.
"Professor Manstein, this kind of tobacco is very strong. I think you'd better roll it less."
Manstein also nodded, "Minister Schneider, what you said is very correct. I think so too, so I only rolled up so many papers."
The corner of Schneider's mouth twitched. It turned out that this kind of weight was already a very small amount for Manstein. He rarely complained about others in his heart, because he was always as cold as iron. He felt that except for those dragons, almost everyone
Nothing could disturb his state of mind.
But now Manstein did it, because Manstein rolled away almost all his precious tobacco. However, Manstein also felt that it was a bit unkind to continue rolling like this.
So I poured out a little more and poured it into the small box. Anyway, Manstein hadn't really started smoking yet. And seeing how Manstein rolled these tobaccos in this way, it was not unfamiliar at all, it was very good.
Apparently the other party also often smoked this kind of hand-rolled cigarettes.
It's just that his technique was a little rougher than Schneider's, but at least it was rolled in a decent way. After touching for a long time but not finding the lighter on his body, he realized that he hadn't smoked in a long time.
Soon a flame came over, and Schneider used a lighter to help Manstein light the cigarette. Manstein was slightly excited because it was Schneider, the director of the executive department, who personally lit the cigarette for him.
You must know that this is the first time. It is estimated that even Principal Angers did not receive this treatment, because he had never seen Principal Angers smoking a cigar and Schneider personally stepped forward to light the cigar for him.
When the cigarette was lit, Manstein also took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the feeling of enjoyment. It must be said that Schneider's collection of cut tobacco is indeed very powerful and smokes better than ordinary tobacco.
The smoke is a little stronger.
Manstein took several puffs before he couldn't help but said to Schneider: "It's truly a treasure."
Schneider was silent for a moment.
"I remember that I got this kind of shredded tobacco from a Cuban farmer during a mission ten years ago. The other party was very kind. We set up many agencies there because of a mission, and the other party thought
We were members of the exploration equipment in a certain project, so we were very excited about our arrival and even complained that our fields were always dry."
At that time, in order to allow Schneider to open more such equipment, the old farmer secretly gave Schneider some cut tobacco. During that time, Schneider continued to smoke this kind of cut tobacco until the disaster later occurred.
"Professor Manstein, apart from us, no one else knows about Lu Mingfei, right?"
After Schneider took a long puff of cigarette, he looked at Manstein, who was also smoking. The latter was slightly stunned and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Schneider, who are the other people you are referring to?"
Schneider's tone was higher, "Those people on the school board."
Manstein's eyes narrowed, "So, Minister Schneider, you don't believe me anymore. I have more or less stated my determination just now.
To a certain extent, I have actually recognized Mingfei's identity. No matter what he is, as long as he can focus on Kassel College, or there is another side to this boy's identity that we don't know.
After all, the entire dragon world is as vast as the sea. For humans, even the developed part of the ocean is less than half. How can it be possible to thoroughly study dragons?
Maybe in addition to the Black King and the White King, there are other unknown things in the dragon world. They are very powerful and terrifying, or it may mean that they are not dragons at all.
Secretary Schneider, do you understand what I mean? None of this is conclusive. And whether it is conclusive or not, I can assure you that what is clear will never be spread to anyone else, especially those on the school board.
people."
Schneider did not speak, but smoked the cigarette silently. The end of the cigarette quickly reached its end. Usually at this time, he would have stopped smoking and would never smoke again.
But today was an exception. He actually rolled another one, and it was the last one. He rolled all the tobacco at this moment, and the weight was twice as much as before. It can be seen that if he really smoked it, it would be very difficult.
interesting.
Manstein already knew the strength of this kind of cut tobacco, so he couldn't help but say, "Minister Schneider, this kind of cut tobacco is not only expensive, but also very strong. Please take your time and smoke it."
After he finished speaking, he realized that Schneider had just said these words to him.
However, the other party did not listen to any dissuasion and was still rolling the cigarette slowly. After the roll was completed, the lighter was still in Manstein's hand. This guy was very smart. Before Schneider could say anything, he took the lead in lighting the cigarette for him.
, it can be regarded as exchanging the favor of the other party for lighting cigarettes before.
Schneider lit the cigarette on the flame and started smoking silently.
However, the first puff made me cough violently, and the cough became stronger and stronger. It felt like I was being coughed up from my lungs.
Manstein looked on with a worried look on his face, fearing that Schneider would suddenly die here.
Good guy, he really died here! It has nothing to do with me!