Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"Hey, the handwriting on your face is starting to fade, is it so fast?"

"...Is it possible that I died faster than you?"

"I didn't expect to be selected for the trial class, but the name "Analysis and Development of Yanling"...can Yanling still be developed?"

"S-level is indeed strong, but with this course name, I feel like the future is worrying..."

"Is there really someone who draws lots just to attend the lecture? Those who have a grudge will seek revenge, and those who have an injustice will avenge them!"

"You can go by yourself. I haven't been out for three days. The bastard on my face has just faded. I don't want to be painted on again."

At 1:30 in the afternoon, in a curved lecture theater, students were having a lively discussion.

But in the spacious classroom, at first glance, there were only a dozen or so students, most of whom were sitting in the middle or back rows.

Obviously, I don’t have any expectations for this course. I took the trial class just to collect credits and out of curiosity.

At the same time, they did not notice that the back door of the classroom was opened quietly.

Jiang Shouyun walked up to the podium. Everyone looked at him with different eyes and caused a commotion at the same time.

Chu Zihang sat in the first row with an expressionless expression, and did not attract anyone's attention under the influence of the former.

"Is that an S-class? This is the first time I've seen a living S-class."

"I heard that after the day of freedom ended, a woman wrote a love letter to an S-class person."

"Ah? If I remember correctly, doesn't S-class have a girlfriend?"

"Is that girl named Su Xiaoqiang? I heard that she is an ordinary person. There is no guarantee whether she can pass the 3E exam. Besides, there is no way that domestic flowers are as fragrant as wild flowers."

"Really or not? So there is still some hope? The screensaver on my mobile phone is the photo of the golden eye."

"It's no use. The letter was stopped as soon as it was delivered to the door. It was said that it was the boy named Chu Zihang who stopped it. There was no chance of sending it in."

Although Jiang Shouyun made a prank on "Freedom Day", and there are still several bastards painted with painted faces in the classroom, it still cannot stop the Muqiang in the hearts of the Xiaolong people.

From the perspective of most students, being able to join the Lionheart Club and the Student Union is already an honor.

After single-handedly destroying the Lion Heart Society and the Student Union, Jiang Shouyun instantly became a character they looked up to.

At this time, when class time was approaching, there were still students stepping on the dots to enter the classroom.

At this moment, the class bell rang, and a steady but somewhat hasty footsteps came.

"Sorry, I'm late."

With a sincerely apologetic tone, the words he used seemed a bit natural, and he didn't even explain the reasons.

In other words, he was too lazy to make excuses and excuses.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the door of the lecture theater, and immediately saw the long, smooth golden hair.

"I thought you would choose to skip class because you were worried about being embarrassed." Jiang Shouyun stood on the podium with a calm smile on his face, completely without the airs of a teacher.

Caesar scratched the turtle on his face and said calmly: "Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed embarrassing, but after all, this is Teacher Jiang's first class."

Hearing the emphasis of the three words "Teacher Jiang", everyone in the classroom burst into kind laughter.

"Then you can look forward to it." Jiang Shouyun smiled lightly and had no intention of quarreling with him: "Go find a seat and sit, classmate Caesar."

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang." Caesar looked calm, glanced at Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the first row, and sat down one seat away calmly.

Such a scene made the people below even more bold and presumptuous.

"Suddenly I felt like I could take this class. I think it looks easy to talk to."

"I usually miss class a few times. If I talk to him, it will probably be fine."

"The exam will definitely be easier."

"This subject is stable."

Jiang Shouyun stood with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the discussion below, until no one walked in through the door again.

Knock…knock knock…

Jiang Shouyun knocked on the table lightly.

The wall lamps hanging on the walls in the classroom lit up one by one, and the thickened and explosion-proof black iron wall stretched out from the mezzanine of the wall.

All the windows and doors were sealed, leaving only the light provided by wall lamps in the classroom.

In an instant, an invisible wave centered on him and spread towards the people in front of him.

Gradually, the originally noisy students became quiet, and a hint of horror slowly appeared in their eyes.

"How can this be?"

Within their bodies, the "spirits" that have been suppressed for a long time are reviving.

"Is this the so-called "Analysis and Development of Word Spirits"?" Feeling the power in his body, Caesar's brows gradually wrinkled, and his ice blue eyes looked at Jiang Shouyun.

Immediately, another playful smile appeared.

What was originally a boring course suddenly became interesting.

At the same time, in the attic of the church bell tower, the 1952 classic western film "High Noon" was playing, and law enforcement officer Jerry Guber walked with a gun on the streets of a dusty western town.

The old man dressed as a cowboy was sitting on the sofa, raising his feet high and pouring beer into his mouth.

But at the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Pfft!" The old cowboy spat out a mouthful of beer and said in horror, "Holy crap! The dragons have invaded?!"

In his perception, the alchemical field of commandments suddenly turned dark.

Are you kidding me? The alchemy matrix he uses is similar to an amplifier, which can increase the scope of his commandments hundreds of times.

Therefore, except for a few special circumstances, students cannot use the word spirit at will, even Anger will be suppressed by the precepts.

But at this moment, a piece of a "spirit" powerful enough to envelope the entire Kassel Academy was dug out.

Damn it! The one who can break his commandments and alchemy matrix must be at least a pure-blooded third-generation species!

Thinking of this, the old cowboy suddenly started to sweat profusely and quickly dialed Norma with his authority.

"Norma, Norma, find out what's wrong."

Soon, a satellite photo was transmitted to his mobile phone from the central processing system tens of meters underground in the library.

You can see twenty or thirty silver-blue beams of light rising slowly, which is the power spread from ancient times.

"..." After looking at the location of the photo, the old cowboy's expression suddenly became dull.

Immediately, the corners of his eyes twitched and he fell back on the sofa.

He couldn't tell whether he breathed a sigh of relief or was suffocating in his heart. He took a sip of wine and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, S-class, how dare you!"

He knew that his commandments could not control the S-class, but he did not expect that the other party could support an independent field, allowing people in the field to slow down the suppression of the commandments.

This level is just right, even if you can't use your full strength, you can still use "Word Spirit".

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang suddenly, and the old cowboy grabbed the receiver.

"Don't worry about him." Ange's plain voice came from the other side of the phone, "The Dragon Clan is awakening, let the young people experience it."

"... Mastering the spiritual element is amazing. The old scumbag has changed his mind and disliked the old, right?" The old cowboy was silent for a long time and sighed, "I hope your S-level can take care of those little wild horses that have escaped the reins."

After that, he hung up the phone and sat quietly on the sofa. Only the candlelight on the table was swaying, illuminating his old face dimly.

How many years has this candle been lit?

Twelve years, or fifteen years?

He couldn't remember clearly either.

Angers old man said he was tired of it.

Isn't this the case with "Night Watch"?