Two-dimensional fans of the Marvel world

Everything went as smoothly as Keilal planned, but Keilal himself had nothing to do except reading books every day.

The Minamoto family can be said to have the strongest fighting force in the world, especially the old guy Uesugi Koshi.

In the last century, he once fought against Angers, who had the ability to accelerate, but lost because he had no fighting spirit. Although he lost, Angers had a high opinion of him. Angers himself said that if Uesugi went all out, he could kill him instantly. He, even if he has a bug-like word spirit called Shi Zero, which can accelerate himself fifty times.

Speaking of Kotōrei, Uesugoshi's Kotōrei is the Black Sun with serial number 110. It is said that it can create something similar to a black hole.

The word spirits of their family are all ultimate word spirits with serial numbers above 100, and each of them is very powerful. Keilar is looking forward to the scene when they and Tachibana Masamune collide head-on.

Apart from his captive group of deadpools, there shouldn't be anything he can use, right?

At this time, Keilal was on a beach on the beach in Tokyo, naked to the upper body and wearing Hawaiian shorts. He was lying on a beach chair and reading a magic book disguised as a novel. Miyamoto Yui was wearing a blue bikini and playing beach volleyball with some girls she had just met.

"That's great, the characters are really big." Keilar sighed, not knowing where he was looking.

I have been really comfortable recently, walking around and enjoying the scenery, reading magic books in my spare time, and seeing the slim curves of girls on the beach.

"I'm really not the male protagonist of Japanese comics, otherwise a girl would have come up right now and asked me to apply sunscreen on her or something." Keilal glanced at the distant man who relied on his bloodline to beat his opponent up on the volleyball court. Yui Miyamoto, who didn't start her career, felt a little disappointed.

Suddenly Keilar smelled a very special smell, which was the smell of cigars and a small amount of unknown spices. Keilar thought it smelled quite good.

Following the smell to find its source, Kelar saw a man with medium-long silver hair walking towards him not far away. It was the sea breeze that blew the smell from him.

He looks like an old man, but his physique is like that of a strong young man. This man walks very slowly and has a certain air of grace when he walks. He has the air of an old gangster and a gentleman coming towards him.

"Tsk, it's a familiar stranger again." Kelar sat up from the beach chair. The magic book in his hand was swallowed up by a circle of golden ripples and turned into a small iron box.

"Hey! Angers! Here!" Kelar greeted the coquettish old gangster from a distance.

Yes, this guy is an old gangster. This old guy was born in England, France, and grew up. He is an American who graduated from a German university. Although he has lived for more than a hundred years and experienced many ups and downs, he is a master who has experienced everything he has seen. None of this changed the fact that he was staring at the little girl's breasts and butt when he walked.

"Young man, are you calling me?" Angers stroked the neatly trimmed white beard on his chin. The light reflected from the eyes on the bridge of his nose made it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

"Of course! I have something good here that you must not miss. It's the only one in the world!" Keilar raised the small iron box in his hand.

"Haha, life is always full of surprises!" Angers vaguely guessed what was in Kelal's little box.

Three minutes later, two men, one old and one young, with gold and silver hair, sat side by side on the chair, both puffing away at a slender pipe in their mouths.

Yes, the little box in Kelar contains tobacco leaves, tobacco leaves from Middle-earth, a good thing given to his good friend by Lord Eldron of Rivendell.

Even in Middle-earth, this is a good thing that only kings can enjoy.

Angers was a long-time smoker, and he could tell at a glance that what Keilal produced was of the highest quality. As one of the most enjoyable people in the world, he would not let go of this good opportunity.

Compared with Angers, a skilled old smoker, Keilard, a guy who rarely smokes, cannot taste the quality of tobacco. He is just like a cow chewing peonies, just exhaling and inhaling.

"Tsk, I'll give them all to you." Seeing Angers enjoying himself, Kelar took off the pipe in his mouth and threw the iron box filled with the special tobacco leaves for the White Elf.

Angers grabbed the small box and skillfully stuffed it into his pocket.

"Thank you, young man, please introduce yourself. I am Hilbert Jean Angers, the principal of Kassel College and an educator." Angers introduced himself.

"My name is Keilal, Keilal Johnson, a person with a long list of identities, let's just call him a magician." Keilal shrugged.

Angers was a little surprised. After all, no normal person would claim to be such a strange guy as a magician.

"Aren't you a Dragonborn? Why did you change your name again?" Angers took a deep breath.

"Because it's too middle-class," Keilal said.

"Haha!" Angers laughed heartily.

"You are indeed a very interesting person."

"Each each other."

Kelar snapped his fingers, and a box of cold beer appeared among the golden ripples.

"Why did you come to Japan? To see if any of your students were killed?" Kailar asked.

Anghito's student Inuyama Ga was one of the heads of the Snake Qihachi family. He was assassinated a few days after Tachibana Masamune disappeared. However, his word spirit can also speed up his own moment, and he avoided vital points at the critical moment. , and the timely help of people around him saved him from death.

Inuyama Ga was the head of the intelligence department of the Snake Qihachi family. He lived a long time and knew many secrets. It was because of this that he was assassinated.

Due to the gap between the Camarilla and the Japanese branch, Angers would generally not set foot on Japan without reason, unless there were special circumstances, such as coming to see his students.

"There are reasons for this, but the real purpose is to see what the Dragonborn looks like and who he is." Ange said calmly.

"I think Mr. Principal, you should not appear in front of the Sheqiba family now. A good show is about to begin."

"How to say?"

"There is a fool who wants to usurp the power of the White King, completely evolve from a human to a real dragon, and become a god with power." Keilal seemed to be telling a joke.

"He is indeed a fool and a lunatic."

"Well, what are the chances of a madman winning against the strongest hybrids in the world?" Keilal asked.

"Is it Uesugoshi?"

"correct answer!"