Manstein is like a devout believer: "A teacher who always has a kind face and encourages students, a gentleman who always has a pocket knife in the cuff of his suit, and a warrior who is born to meet the Dragon King! Kassel College clears the dragons
The greatest support and the strongest fighting force! He is a poet, an educator, and a well-deserved leader!"
Not only did Manstein praise Jiang Yi lavishly, Manstein also uttered a poetic tribute to the principal who devoted his life to the cause of slaying dragons.
Manstein looked at Jiang Yi, with longing and hope in his eyes, and said: "As for the strongest combat power in the future, and even the leader of the mixed race, I guess it depends on you Jiang Yi, our S-class!"
Manstein's description was quite detailed, and Jiang Yi got a rough impression. He would stay in Kassel for a long time, and he would always come into contact with the principal of Angers, and he would have plenty of opportunities to get to know him.
Jiang Yi picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea was good, and it was fragrant in the mouth. It was harmonious with the sunshine at the moment. However, Manstein's burning gaze at him became more and more intense, as if he had seen some rare treasure. This
It made him feel a little awkward.
"There shouldn't be anything else, right? Professor" Jiang Yi wanted to quietly watch the scenery for a while.
Manstein patted his head, as if remembering something important and said: "The last thing is about your course selection. Kassel offers many courses, including "Magic Mechanical Design", "Alchemy Chemistry"
", "Philosophy", "Old Norse", "Dragon Family Genealogy", etc., as an S-class, not only must we overwhelm them in terms of bloodline, we must also overwhelm them in terms of credits!"
"Professor Mance, who is far away in China, sent me an email and highly recommended the "Magic Mechanical Design" he teaches!"
Manstein waved his hand, like a general boosting morale before a battle, as if he was about to issue an order at the next moment.
But Jiang Yi remained calm. He knew something about these courses, and they were all courses for slaying dragons.
For example, "Alchemy" is about making alchemy knives to arm hybrids, "History of the Dragon Race" tells the story of Lin Zexu's burning of cigarettes in Humen to destroy the dragon bones, and the story of which king of which country and generation is actually a dragon king... "Dragon Family Genealogy"
It's the source of various hybrids, dragons' bloodline, and the Word Spirit series.
Knowing yourself and your enemy means you will win every battle. If you know someone's genealogy, you can analyze which branch of the Dragon King their bloodline belongs to, the characteristics of the spirit, whether there are any specific weaknesses, and maybe you can even find distant relatives and so on...
Jiang Yidao: "Professor is my tutor, do you have any arrangements?"
Jiang Yi doesn't care which course he chooses, because he is not interested in any course, but he has strong mental strength and strong learning ability, and he can get full credits at any time.
Manstein said excitedly: "For professional courses, I suggest you choose "Magic Mechanical Design Level 1", "Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy", "Alchemy and Chemistry Level 1", and the electives are "Old Norse" and "Language"
"Spiritual Science", and for physical education class, choose "Kendo" by Principal Angers. Anyway, you are also a good swordsman!"
Even if Jiang Yi didn't say anything, Manstein would still recommend what courses he should take. He had already made plans for this outstanding student and was determined to train him into an S-class who would be famous throughout the ages!
Jiang Yi thanked Professor Manstein out loud, but Manstein continued to mutter to himself: "These courses total fifteen credits, plus the S class, I think no one among the freshmen can
You’re so far behind! The well-deserved newcomer king! You must be the strongest back wave in the Yangtze River! You’ll beat the front wave to death on the beach!”
Jiang Yi had some complaints in his heart. A professor at an American school founded by Europeans could speak Mandarin as well as a program host. He could even use various idioms and poems skillfully, putting many Chinese to shame...
Jiang Yi looked up and saw the oil painting hanging on the wall. The black dragon was lifelike and its scales were very clear.
The black dragon is entrenched under a towering tree. The dragon's tail hangs down into the deep sea along the sea cliff, and its sharp claws step into the soil. The dragon's sharp eyes reveal a looming pressure. Jiang Yi tastes it carefully.
With this superb painting.
The express train honked for a while and began to slow down slowly. It should be arriving at the station.
Jiang Yi retracted his gaze and turned to look out the window. Several buildings were vaguely visible deep in the green mountains in the distance. The European style was like ancient castles hidden in the mountains, and the light yellow houses were like old farmhouses in the countryside.
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Accompanied by the sound of the whistle, the moving express train stirred up a strong wind, and the fallen leaves on both sides of the railway rotated and danced in the air.
"We're here!" Manstein pointed to the faintly exposed pale yellow buildings, "That's the student dormitory."
Jiang Yi nodded, and the express train roared onto the platform, setting off a gust of wind and blowing the fallen leaves accumulated on the platform. The express train slid for a distance and then stopped.
The door of the first carriage opened, and Jiang Yi and Manstein walked out one after another, walking on the platform covered with dead leaves. Fingel at the front of the car hesitated and reluctantly walked out under the push of the conductor.
The train conductor was about to get off work after finishing this trip, but he had no time to hang around with Fingel.
"Fingel?" Manstein called out.
Fingel had been hiding in the cab and did not show up. No wonder Manstein didn't see him along the way.
"Hello, Professor!" Fingel nodded and bowed, barely raising his hand to salute.
"Are you on this bus too? Why didn't I see you along the way?" Manstein asked.
Fingel didn't even blink: "Professor, aren't you giving entrance guidance to new students? Hey, I'm afraid I'll disturb you. The conductor said he was bored alone and forced me to chat with him.
I didn’t go to the carriage.”
Manstein glanced at him. He had been riding this express train for decades, and it was the first time he had ever heard of a conductor being bored and leaving people chatting in the cab.
However, Manstein had long been accustomed to Fingel's bad words. He explained to Jiang Yi: "Fingel was a student of my good friend Guderian. Back then, Guderian and I studied under the same tutor.
You and Fingel are from the same school."
Fingel hit the snake with a stick, immediately snatched Jiang Yi's luggage and put it on his shoulder. He smiled and said: "This is your new student, Professor? He is really handsome. He is a good candidate at first glance. Junior Brother Jiang Yi, give me the box."
, let senior brother come!"
There are a group of trees of unknown species planted around the platform. All the leaves have fallen off, leaving only the withered and yellow trunks. The occasional wind blows around the fallen leaves under the trees, making them look a bit desolate.
Manstein and Jiang Yi walked in front, and Fingel, a tall man, followed behind with a suitcase on his shoulder, just like a coolie found on the street carrying luggage.
Jiang Yi also felt a little guilty that he had just arrived and bullied an old student who couldn't graduate.
Manstein told him nonchalantly that Fingel was born with a lot of strength, he was kind-hearted and willing to help others, and besides, as a senior brother, it was right for him to take care of the newcomers.
Fingel also smiled and said that he was recently learning from a good comrade from your country named Lei.
The three of them walked out of the platform, went down a few steps, turned around and walked to the intersection.
The winding mountain road leading from the platform to Kassel College is surrounded by trees and is full of life even in this season.
The evening sun hung slanting, a gust of wind blew by, the treetops swayed, and the leaves of various colors rustled.