I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

As the projection went out, the entire office fell into silence, and the only thing that could be heard was Schneider's ferocious breathing like a broken bellows.

Under the curling smoke, the Cohiba cigar in Hilbert Jean Angers' hand flickered on and off in the somewhat dim room.

The man in charge of the secret party's military force was deeply immersed in the sofa and said nothing.

It was difficult for Schneider to see any inner fluctuations from the principal's almost expressionless face, but he knew that Ange must also be experiencing turbulence in his heart at this moment.

After all, the principal, who usually calls himself an educator, has a professional smile on his face most of the time.

"Could it be related to the forces in China?"

In the office that had been silent for a long time, Schneider suddenly spoke, breaking the solemn air.

But his words made people feel a little confused.

Angers, who blew out two streaks of smoke from his nose, shook his head.

An old man old enough to break the longevity record of a certain Chinese village actually smoked a cigar through his lungs!Without the support of his terrifying bloodline, he probably would have died of lung cancer decades ago.

"During the video just now, I asked Norma to re-investigate all the information about the child. His family background is clean enough. Three generations up, he was even an ordinary person without blood."

Having fought side by side in the great dragon-slaying cause for decades, Ange naturally understood what his old partner meant.

"In other words, we basically rule out the infiltration and spying on us by those ancient families."

Schneider trusted Angers' judgment and fully trusted Norma's collection of information.

"If the child is not lying, then this may be a brand new spirit that has never been recorded."

Hearing Schneider's conclusion, Angers suddenly laughed.

"The head of our execution department has rich experience and experience in torture. The person sitting opposite you is just a young child, but our head of the execution department actually used the word "if" when judging a child."

"I am confident in my judgment, but I never use subjective judgment to replace objective facts. The principal seems to have forgotten that I was also a scholar before becoming the director of the executive department. Scholars should treat everything with a rigorous attitude."

“And we’ve all paid a heavy price for our confidence, haven’t we.”

In response to the principal's ridicule, Schneider's iron-faced eyes showed no fluctuation at all, and his tone remained as cold as stone.

Thousands of miles away in the Greenland sea, under that glacier, lies the pain of Schneider's life.

"Old man, although our great ancestors have taught us to remember the lessons, we must always look forward. Always dwelling on the past will make it difficult for you to notice the beauty in front of you."

Seemingly resisting the shadow buried in the deep sea, Angers stood up from the soft and comfortable sofa, walked slowly to the window, and bathed in the cool moonlight.

This 100-year-old man always wears a crisp suit, just like he always carries a folding knife in his pocket.The face facing the window has a sharpness that cannot be concealed by the wind and frost, and the eyes that are not cloudy sometimes show the sharpness of a lion.

"Although the history of struggle between humans and the dragon tribe has lasted for thousands of years, our understanding of the dragon tribe may still be just the tip of the iceberg. Whenever we think we have enough understanding of the dragon tribe, there will always be something beyond Things we used to know suddenly appear. I think this time may be no exception."

Angers turned around, walked towards Schneider, and continued: "It's hard for me to imagine that there is any spirit that can gain the power to drive multiple elements in the form of dreams. Maybe this is just a story, or maybe there really is such a spirit. It exists. But after all, seeing it with your own eyes can make people feel more at ease.”

Schneider nodded when he heard this. He understood what Angers meant.

"In addition, this matter, including his speech spirit, is sealed as S-class top-secret information."

After that, Ange stepped out and walked out.

"Professor Schneider, as a wise scholar, perhaps you should consider recruiting the second student of the Minister of Executive Affairs."

When the two figures met, Ange suddenly said with a smile.

An old and powerful palm patted Schneider's broad shoulder.

Schneider was startled when he heard this.

He has stepped away from teaching since being appointed head of the Executive Department.Over the years, except for Chu Zihang, the only one who took the initiative to find Kassel College, he has never accepted any students.

But at this moment, Ange actually wanted him to become Han Qingcheng's mentor.

"By the way, I suggest you add a wine cabinet in the office and put a few bottles of good martini or Dom Perignon. In such serious times, a bottle of good wine can often make everyone more relaxed."

Angers, who opened the door, paused in the steps he just took and turned around to say.

"Okay principal, I will consider your suggestion. In addition, regarding the topic you just mentioned about avoiding sinking into the pain of the past, I am very willing to discuss it with you, principal."

Schneider behind the desk said expressionlessly, standing as straight as ever.

Angers, who had already stepped out of the office and was about to close the door, froze when he heard this.Immediately afterwards, the office door was quietly closed, and the steady footsteps gradually faded away.

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In the hotel suite, Han Qingcheng hung up the video call and called Ye Sheng back.

After returning the laptop, I chatted with Ye Sheng for a few words, and both parties made a tacit agreement not to mention any information about the previous call.

After bidding farewell to Ye Sheng, Han Qingcheng walked out of the hotel door and strolled on the street, thinking about the arrangements for the afternoon.

It is worth mentioning that before parting ways, Ye Sheng thoughtfully handed him a new set of casual clothes.

After a hard battle last night, Han Qingcheng's original clothes were almost indistinguishable from rags.Originally, he had a headache that wearing this outfit while walking on the road might lead him to be regarded as a performance art enthusiast, but the senior of Kassel College carefully solved this worry for him.

Speaking of which, this afternoon happens to be the pre-examination gathering of the literary club.

Thanks to the tireless persuasion of his good brother Lu Mingfei, Han Qingcheng, who has no literary and artistic qualities, is also a glorious member of the literary club.

In the original work, this afternoon is the confession battle of Shaogou Lu Mingfei. Although he watched the finale in advance, the audience outside the screen cannot compare with the live experience.

You'd be a fool not to watch the excitement!

Having made up his mind, Han Qingcheng found a noodle shop nearby. The intense physical exertion and half a morning's sleep made him so hungry that his chest touched his back.

"I should have stopped by for lunch before leaving. Ye Sheng is the same, he doesn't leave anyone behind during the meal. After studying in the United States for several years, why don't he learn any traditional Chinese etiquette?"

After muttering a few words under his breath, he didn't care about the hot noodles and just gulped down the noodles that had just come out of the pot.