American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

I saw Eri actually sitting there playing Street Fighter.

Angé opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Eiry with a lot more surprise.

This... this is such a heart-warming girl.

Can you ignore Fenrir's existence so easily?
While Ange was paying attention to Eri, Donton raised his hand and patted the air beside him, and immediately a coffee table, drinks and food appeared out of thin air.

Donton sat down carelessly on the empty space next to the coffee table. A sofa appeared out of thin air behind him, allowing Donton to fall into it comfortably.

Then, Donton picked up the drink and took a sip, then waved to Ange.

"Come, Ange, sit down.

Let Eri and Fenrir play their games, and let’s talk about our own.

As for that... He is the vice-president, right? The lustful vice-president?"

"Oh, if the emphasis is on lust, then it must be him. Does Mr. Tang have any instructions?"

Ange sat cross-legged on the floor and responded to Donton with a smile.

Hearing this, Flamel spread his hands and smiled.

"Mr. Tang, what you said doesn't make sense. Is lust a characteristic that deserves to be emphasized?
That should be the inner quality that everyone cannot get rid of.

If you call me the vice-president who is over 200 years old but still maintains a graceful demeanor, then I, Vice-president Flamel of Kassel College, would naturally be the right person for the job.

But the so-called lecherous vice-president?
God, isn't there a lecherous vice-principal in every school in the world?"

After he finished speaking, Flamel came in front of Donton, sat on the floor carelessly, and leaned against Angers.

Hearing Flamel's words, Donton grinned, raised his drink towards them again, and responded.

"Makes sense."

"Of course."

“That’s enough, Flamel, don’t waste Mr. Tang’s time.

I think Mr. Tang deliberately sent Xia Mi away because he must have a lot of things he wants us to do."

Angers interrupted Flamel's narcissism and asked Donton seriously.

"So, Mr. Tang, can we listen to your decision? How do you plan to treat the two of us, and the academy and secret party behind us?"

“Very good, haha, you used the word treat instead of deal with, I like your correct view of me.

As you can imagine, I bear you no ill will, and that is the premise of all our subsequent conversations.”

Donton raised his glass with a smile, and before Ange and Flamel were stunned for a moment, a glass of wine appeared out of thin air in their hands.

Feeling the sudden weight in his hand, Angers swallowed hard, while Flamel's eyes lit up and he immediately brought the drink to his mouth.

"This glass of wine came at the perfect time. Fenrir's gaming skills are too good. If I don't cheat, I'm no match for him. It's really hard to lose."

After making a teasing, Flamel went on to say a few words.

Ange couldn't help but frown, staring at the cup and drink in his hands, lost in thought.

Seeing that Ange kept looking, Donton snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped.

After the crisp sound, Angé's eyes widened. He was sitting on the floor just now, but now he was sitting on a sofa!
The point is... Flamel was actually sitting in his arms!
In my arms!
After a brief silence, Flamel straightened his waist and Ange supported himself with his hands.

Throwing Flamel onto the half-pulled sofa next to him, which still had plenty of space left, Angers looked at Donton nervously and asked.

"you……"

"No need to say more, this is not some kind of spiritual power. Don't disbelieve me. I have a different approach from you. I will give you evidence later."

"Wait, you..."

"No need to ask, I can't read minds, it's just that my appearance has made you, an old man, lose your cunning."

"I……"

"Don't think too much. An old man like you who has been through a lot has too many and too complicated thoughts.

It seems that if I don't calm you down, you won't dare to open up to me, hey."

After interrupting Ange several times, Donton sighed and put his little finger into his mouth.

The mouth closed and the teeth clenched.

Click.

The little finger broke off and was caught in Donton's hand.

"Well?!!"

On the side, Eiry suddenly smelled blood and hurriedly looked towards Donton.

When she saw Donton's right hand bleeding profusely, she opened her mouth in horror and immediately jumped up from the sofa.

She came to Donton with her feet wearing only white socks, gave him a reproachful look, and tore off a large piece of her white sleeves.

Quickly wrapping the cloth around Donton's hand, Eri looked at Donton's little finger on his palm worriedly.

She picked up the finger and tentatively put it towards Donton's wound.

“Haha, but don’t, you can feel it, I did it on purpose.

The back of me looked at me with a reproachful look, as if I were a fool. I am not self-harming or hurting myself. I am not sick, don't worry."

Donton pinched Eri's cheek with his intact left hand, and at the same time threw his little finger with his left hand, and the little finger immediately flew towards Flamel.

Flamel instinctively caught it and asked Donton curiously.

"What does it mean?"

“Take it for testing, and you’ll know if I’m a dragon.

Compared to me, you mixed-bloods are the real freaks. I hope you won't feel ashamed in front of my test report."

Donton waved his hand, signaling Flamel to get out with his finger.

Then, he couldn't help but pinch Eri's little face.

Wow, what a great feel.

Eiry shrank her neck uncomfortably and finally escaped from Donton's clutches. However, even though Rourou had escaped, her cheeks still blushed and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

On the side, Fenrir turned around expressionlessly and spoke to Eri who was blushing.

"Why did you leave? Come back soon, let's continue!

My dear elder sister, this is the first time I meet an opponent stronger than me. Your combo is really amazing!

Although you are much stronger than me, I will never surrender. Let's keep fighting. I can fight you all day long!!!"

After he finished speaking, Fenrir raised the controller and pointed at the motionless game character on the screen.

He is not an old rogue like Flamel. He would never take advantage of someone in distress!

Seeing this, Donton pouted at Eri and said.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine, go over and continue playing with that silly kid.

After I have dealt with the problems at Angers and Kassel College, I will take you to visit my world.

There are no dragons or dragon kings there, but there are magicians who are many times more powerful than you.

When the time comes, I will have them deal with the spirit of words in you, and then you can speak freely."

"Well???"

After hearing what Donton said, Eiry was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes showed great surprise.

She didn't try to ask whether it was true or not, because her instinct kept telling her that Donton was a dangerous person but would never hurt her. So, Eri nodded heavily, and then returned to the sofa with full of expectations, and continued to play Street Fighter with Fenrir.

Looking at Eri who was jumping around, and her long dark red hair swaying as she jumped.

The fondness in Donton's eyes also deepened.

What kind of bastard would let a girl like this end up in such a tragic way?
Thinking of this, Donton couldn't help but shook his head, and then continued to speak to Ange and Flamel.

"By the way, please test it quickly and return my finger to me."

"No problem, please rest assured. Kassel Academy has the most advanced technology on earth. It will only take twenty minutes at most for me to return your finger to you!"

Flamel waved to Donton with a grin, then pointed his finger out of Norton Hall and rushed towards the alchemy laboratory where the equipment department was located.

Looking at Flamel's back, which was in full condition, Angers swallowed hard, and then asked Donton carefully.

"Is this your plan? To hand over your precious flesh and blood to that bastard Flamel in the name of testing.

Then, you can use the fact that Flamel secretly used your flesh and blood for alchemical experiments as an excuse to completely defeat the secret party with peace of mind?"

"What?"

Angers words startled Donton.

"Why do you think I need a reason to do something?
Also, why do I need some so-called peace of mind?

Besides, damn, do you think that bastard Flamel dared to do some weird experiment on my fingers?"

“Well, that’s not necessarily the case, but Flamel is an alchemist after all, and the kind of alchemist who is… very persistent and loves his profession.

So, Mr. Tang, do you believe that a thief would get away with nothing?
Or do you think a cat would not steal fish?"

“Fuck, don’t use cats to describe men, my cat girl will be angry.

As for my finger, it's up to him. Apart from testing it, I think he has a talent for doing anything he can do with it."

Donton muttered lazily and raised his hand to his ear to touch it.

then……

Then he put his hands down in frustration.

It’s really inconvenient to not have a little finger!
Even picking my fucking ears has become difficult.

Seeing Donton put his hand down in disappointment, Angé gritted his teeth expressionlessly.

You can’t laugh, you absolutely can’t laugh, you can’t piss that guy off!
And Downton.

After putting down his hand, he shook his head and went straight to the point with Ange.

"Okay, let's stop talking about those trivial things and talk about the issues that interest you.

First of all, naturally, it is my identity. What can I say about this?

Well, just think of me as God. After all, God definitely can’t handle me, and doesn’t want to see me.

Can you understand what I say? "

"Uh……"

In response to Donton's question, Angé took a deep breath and then asked with a frown.

"Mr. Tang, as far as I know, God should not exist, or do you have other opinions on this?"

"Well, God does not exist here, but since I am here, I can represent God."

"So, you're saying that you want to start a religious war against the dragons in the name of God, and that Fenrir and Shami are also your spoils of war?"

"Ha, religious war, what a boring term, I mean after I came here, your world became my toy.

This is just like the relationship between the world and God in the Bible, which is the relationship between a toy and its owner.”

Donton waved his hand, then lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a sip.

While Donton was exhaling the smoke, Angers gently pinched his fingers.

He was about to draw his sword.

After all, good people don't treat the world as a toy.

Of course, drawing the sword was just a thought, and Angers was not capable of doing such a stupid thing.

So he nodded and continued speaking in line with Downton's attitude.

"Then, I wonder what I, Cassel Academy, and the many members of the secret party can do for you?
After all, even toys can pinch your fingers, and you don’t think everyone in the world will obey your instructions, right? "

"Oh my, you are still an angry young man, old man, with a gun and a stick?
Don't be so exaggerated. I have basically played all the games that can be played. There is nothing addictive. What do you think I will play in this world?
Do you want to strip you and Flamel naked, get you drunk, and throw you into the same pigsty to shoot a video?

Or should we take a physical education test for all black people in the world, and shoot those who fail, and send those who pass to grow cotton?"

"Uh……"

Listening to Downton's hellish joke, Angers silently labeled Downton a racist in his heart and gave him a thumbs up.

Then, Ange shook his head slightly.

"I believe that someone as great as you would not be so superficial."

“Yeah, of course I’m not fucking that superficial, because I’m more superficial than that.

Just like you can see, I am greedy for Xia Mi's body, and even more greedy for the little monster's body, I..."

"Well???"

Eri, who was sitting in front of the TV, suddenly paused and almost broke the joystick in her hand. She turned around in panic and looked at Donton.

After realizing that Donton was also looking at her, Eri's ears turned red.

She quickly turned around and continued to control the game character, and moved her calves to cover up her mistake, trying hard to pretend that she heard nothing.

Looking at Eri's cute appearance, Angé couldn't help but sigh and smile.

“Oh, this is the color of youth.”

"Don't dwell on your youth, old man. I know you must have had a lot of fun when you were young.

Let’s get on with business.”

"Okay, Mr. Tang, I'll do as you say."

Angé nodded hurriedly, and Donton continued to speak to him.

"You've seen what a good girl Eri is, she's pretty, kind-hearted and lovable. Isn't it a shame that such a good girl is trapped in the Sheqi Eight Clan?

And Xia Mi, what a good woman... a female dragon, easy to raise and economical. Although her personality is a little bad sometimes, she has a kind heart. Isn't she a role model for the Dragon King?

Look at this damn world. It has ruined such good girls into the miserable state they are in now.

You, Angé, talk about youth all the time, but Xia Mi and Eri don't even have the qualifications to experience youth. Isn't that too much?
So, you should understand what I mean, right?
Of course the dragon clan must be exterminated. After all, the wild second-generation species and other dragon kings do deserve to die. The inability to curb their rage and madness means that their death has come.

But they are who they are, Natsuya and Eri are Natsuya and Eri.

I have protected these two good girls. Do you have any objection?"

"No, I also admire Xia Mi and Fenrir, as well as Eri."

"Oh yeah, and Fenrir, I almost forgot."

"It's okay. At least you proved that you really are greedy for Xia Mi and Eri."

Bang!

As soon as Ange finished speaking, Eri's handle was crushed.

Fortunately, before the controller broke, Eri, with a blushing face, had already controlled the character and used a set of unexplained combos filled with shyness and nervousness to kill all of Fenrir's characters. (End of this chapter)