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

The morning sun shines on the sky, warm and bright.

"You made a great contribution last night. If you hadn't held Constantine back, perhaps we would have suffered greater casualties. It's just that the aftermath was too busy, and I haven't had time to invite you for afternoon tea."

Pour the dark red tea soup into the bone china cup, Ange said with a smile.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

On the other side of the desk, Han Qingcheng sat on the comfortable deerskin chair and tapped the table with his fist.

This is a culture of Chinese tea ceremony. When elders pour tea, they clenched their fists and knocked on the table to show their gratitude and respect.

"Headmaster, I want to take part in the operation to destroy the Lord of Bronze and Fire."

"I asked Professor Schneider for instructions, but he said that this action is led by you, the principal, and asked me to ask you for instructions in person."

According to the original plot, the Bronze Plan was executed by the student union team headed by Caesar, and even Chu Zihang was not among them.And he didn't know the student union president very well, so he simply approached Schneider directly.

Schneider was noncommittal to his request and instead asked him to ask Angers directly.

Han Qingcheng knew that the reason why Caesar took the lead in Operation Bronze was that the Gattuso family would inevitably contribute to the cause.

But after Constantine died last night, the system issued him the task of killing Norton.

Not to mention whether there are any disadvantages in not completing the mission, he simply cannot refuse the generous reward of the Dragon King mission.So he immediately came to Angers' office and asked to join the task team.

"I heard that you have performed very well in recent missions, and your progress seems to be very rapid. It is difficult for ordinary mixed-breeds to stand firm when facing the Dragon King, but you are able to fight the Dragon King head-on. I I was wondering if there might be something wrong with your 3E exam results. Compared to Lu Mingfei, you seem to be more like our S-level."

Blow out a smoke ring, Ange said with a smile.

Han Qingcheng listened to Angre's words and pondered for a while.

"Principal, I have been training very hard recently and I have indeed made good progress."

Ange nodded when he heard the words and took a deep breath of the cigar.

"Originally, I thought that I was not very familiar with the people in this college. Only Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were my friends. But when Ye Sheng and Jiude Aji died, I suddenly discovered that I Already part of Kassel.

Not only Lu Mingfei and Brother Chu, but other classmates and professors are also regarded as my partners, and I cherish my partners very much.I call this emotion bondage.I actually don’t have much idea about the Dragon Clan. It was all instilled in me by the academy. I am neither afraid of them nor do I hate them.

But if a dragon wants to hurt my friend, even the Dragon King, I will chop off his head. "

Han Qingcheng stared intensely at Angre's deep eyes. There was a heavy history buried in the dark blue pupils.

He knew that his performance was too much for a C-level hybrid.

He is just a wild hybrid found by chance. Neither Cassel College nor Angers, nor the school board of directors, have much trust in him.

"Very well. If someone kills our friend, let us chop off his head and use it as a wine sacrifice."

Angers picked up the golden Macallan whiskey on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Even in the early morning, this old man who should have been buried in the coffin would not lack a glass of strong wine next to him.

"Go find Caesar. From now on, you will officially join this operation team. Operation code name: Bronze!"

When Han Qingcheng left the two-story building, another figure walked out of the compartment.

He arrived at Ange's office one step ahead of Han Qingcheng, but Han Qingcheng's sudden visit interrupted his conversation with Ange.

He was an old man with Western cowboy elements, dressed slovenly and with a bloated belly.Compared with Angers, who looks like a political elite in a suit, he is simply an old drunkard living in the slums.

"Is the so-called companionship the original intention of slaying the dragon? It's interesting, Ange. There are more and more interesting young people in this academy."

The man leaned back in his chair and took a sip of wine.

"A good reason, isn't it?"

Angers stood up and came to the glass window, looking at the bright scene outside.

"As an Avenger, what's important to you is to stuff all the dragons into hell. The process isn't worth worrying about."

After decades of friendship, the man knew Angers’ character well.

"But there is an old saying in China that the collapse of a revolution often does not come from the enemy, but from within."

After draining the wine in the glass, the man reached out and grabbed the cigar box on the table.

This Cohiba handmade cigar produced in Cuba is very popular with him, and its rich taste perfectly matches his masculine taste.

"Are you doubting his identity?"

Angers didn't look back, still just staring out the window.

The man took off his somewhat worn-out cowboy hat and placed it on his stomach. He placed the cigar against the cigar gun and slowly burned it.

"You know that Norma's evaluation in the 3E exam is not wrong, and a C-level hybrid can challenge the Dragon King head-on, even if it is an underage Dragon King that has not yet fully developed, it is really shocking."

"Not to mention his weird speaking spirit. If it weren't for his firm materialism, I would even suspect that he is the Chinese immortal cultivator mentioned in the novel."

Angers finally turned around and looked away from the window.

"Vice Principal, alchemy technology is the joint product of spirit, matter and spirit. As the most famous alchemy master in the world, why can you say that you are a staunch materialist without hesitation."

Regarding Angers words, the vice-principal just hummed twice and didn't care.

As Fingel's mentor, integrity and shame have no intersection with the lives of the master and apprentice.

The two old guys, who together were almost 300 years old, were separated by a carved desk, each holding cigars in their mouths.

As the sun slowly moves towards the sky, the area occupied by the sunlight projection in the small building becomes larger and larger.

"So, you plan to hold the knife first, even if you haven't figured out who handed it to you, right?"

The vice-principal leaned back on the leather chair, crossed his feet leisurely, and narrowed his eyes that were not at all alert.

The sun shines through the glass, illuminating half of Ange's face by the window with a golden glow.

Even though he is so old that he should be buried in the ground long ago, this old man's face is still so handsome that the girl is fascinated by it.Time can only leave scratches on him, but it cannot take away his charm.

"Old man, that's my student, not the knife. Don't forget, I'm an educator."

The vice principal curled his lips.

"Yes, especially when this educator can't hold anything in his mind except revenge. Anyone who is good at slaying dragons is your outstanding student."