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Chapter 34: Angers, Orthodoxy, and the Old Demon Who Does Nothing (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

While it was already late at night for Qi Xiuyuan, it was still noon in Chicago on the other side of the ocean.

The melodious bell sounds spread throughout the entire Kassel Academy, startling the white doves perched on the bell tower to fly away.

Not far from Valhalla is a two-story building surrounded by trees, which looks inconspicuous. From the outside, it looks as simple as a garage, but if someone goes inside, it is a different feeling.

The first and second floors of the two-story building are connected, and there is a huge skylight inlaid with frosted glass on the central patio, and the mottled sunlight shining through the leaves is reflected on it.

Apart from the oil paintings, the only things around the room are bookshelves connecting the floor and the ceiling. Spiral staircases are scattered among the bookshelves, making it convenient for the owner of the room to take sets of hardcover books and rubbings of ancient books on the shelves.

This is the principal's office of Kassel College. Being personally invited by the principal to have afternoon tea here is an honor that is more enviable than scholarships in the minds of many students of Kassel College.

However, the "holy place" in their eyes is now filled with obscenities.

“Fuck &%￥#@#%&!”

The voice coming from the computer was a little distorted, but the anger in the tone was still clear.

"Wan Tao, the eldest son of the Linhai Wan family?"

A slender black shadow stood in front of the French window of the principal's office, gently shaking the goblet in his hand, and the mellow red wine created a beautiful halo in the glass.

"Although his status and background are not as good as the Xiangyang Zhou family, he is still a relatively outstanding child..."

There was no anger or offense in Ange's tone, but rather a condescending tone as if he was looking at a naughty child.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

A coughing sound was heard in the quiet principal's office.

It was hoarse and loud like a patient suffering from severe tuberculosis, which made people worry whether the owner of the voice would cough up blood.

"With Norma's current abilities, how could he be discovered by the 'Inner Guard'?"

The one who spoke was a man with dark red burn scars all over his neck and a black mask covering half of his face.

He sat in a chair across a large desk, his gray eyes looking at Ange as cold as a knife.

"It's not 'internal guard'." Ange shook his head lightly, "It should be 'orthodox'."

"Orthodox?" The gray-eyed man's voice was hoarse, and when he repeated the word, one could clearly hear some obscurity.

"You should put aside your work in the executive department and brush up on your Chinese and history, Schneider." Angers turned to look at him and smiled. "Manstein has already passed the HSK (Chinese Proficiency Test) Level 6."

"Even Guderian, who previously couldn't understand the meaning of 'Whoever makes you unhappy, I'll make him happy, so that you can feel good about yourself,' and what the 'what' was, recently passed the HSK Level 4 exam."

Looking at Ange showing off his Chinese proficiency, Schneider's face turned black.

Level 6 is the highest level of HSK. Students who pass the test can easily understand the Chinese information heard or read, and express their opinions fluently in Chinese in oral or written form. Students who pass the test at Level 4 can also communicate relatively fluently with native Chinese speakers.

His Chinese is only half-baked now.

"However, after all, the college only made Chinese a compulsory course four years ago. It's normal that you don't understand the meaning of the word 'orthodoxy'."

Angers took a sip from his glass and continued to recite in fluent Chinese: "Accept the orthodoxy of heaven and accept the fate of submission. Those who follow the orthodoxy are in harmony with heaven and earth and establish the highest standards for mankind, so as to teach the world the most righteous way."

"The so-called 'orthodoxy' means 'being upright' and 'unifying'. The words 'orthodoxy' are extremely important to them, and anyone who opposes them will be regarded as a 'usurper'."

Schneider frowned and asked, "Who do you mean by 'they'?"

Ange didn't answer. He put the wine glass on the table, supported the table with both hands, leaned forward and asked with a smile: "Do you remember how old I am?"

"..." Schneider shook his head, "I only remember that he was about 130 years old."

"Yes, I am already one hundred and thirty years old. Even I can't remember my exact age."

Ange sighed and laughed, "The older people get, the more stubborn they become, the more nostalgic they become, and the more afraid they become of death. Even I'm no different. Even if you possessed countless wealth in life, death will eventually shed your finery." "And there's an old Chinese saying that goes, 'The older you get, the more demonic you become.'" He downed his glass of red wine, looked out the window, and said sarcastically, "Those are a bunch of demons who've lived for over two hundred years. I'm afraid they must stink like hell."

What was it two hundred years ago?
China's last feudal dynasty.

What has a person who has lived for two hundred years seen?
Too much, too much.

The old and rotten things settled, fermented and became smelly under the river of time, almost turning them into bloodless, fleshless, rotten and hollow skeletons.

"Do you think they will stand against us?"

Schneider said in a cold tone, "Although I don't know much about the past, I remember that the Secret Party signed an alliance with them during World War II, promising to advance and retreat together in the event of the Dragon Resurrection. During certain periods, they could be asked to cooperate with the Secret Party's actions."

"Covenant? Isn't a covenant just a piece of paper to be torn up?" Ange shook his head. "But you misunderstood me. Those old immortals are actually more wary of the secret party and want to use it for their own benefit rather than hostility. Not only will they not stop us, they will even use us to slay the dragon and reap the benefits."

"On the contrary, the new generation of young hybrids have inherited the tyranny of 'All under heaven is the king's, and as far as the eye can see, the king's silk'. Their attitude has become even more hardline. They are very dissatisfied with the covenant and do not want us to interfere too much. Unfortunately, the right to speak is not in their hands."

Hearing this, Schneider frowned and asked, "What's your attitude towards them..."

"It's just a personal disgust."

Ange took out a cigar, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then sighed and said, "Also, there's the pity for the young people, whether it's the eldest son of the Wan family or the young man who performed so brilliantly."

"Time Zero, Moment, or some other word spirit, if that child can enter the academy, he will definitely become a sharp blade that blooms with true brilliance. Choosing to stay there will only make him fall into dust and bury his talent."

"After all, the orthodox exist in the form of clans and families. They never marry ordinary people. Power is firmly clung to by those old guys. Even if you pull out all their bones, you won't find a single intact bone that can be used as a scale."

At this point, as if remembering something, a trace of trance flashed across Ange's eyes, and he whispered: "If 'he' were still alive, perhaps, things wouldn't be like this now."

"Who?" Schneider asked.

"...An old friend." After a moment's silence, Ange came to the window again, looked into the distance and said calmly, "A man with a heart for innovation, a man who worked for his country and his people, a man full of ambition."

"Unfortunately, he's already dead. The ones who are still alive are just a bunch of old demons who are just sitting there doing nothing but eating out, feeding on the passion and energy of the younger generation, and living in fear of death every day."

The words echoed for a long time along with the sigh, until the sound of the door opening and closing came from behind him, and Ange pulled his thoughts away from the distant past.

"I'm really getting old, feeling sad about the passing of time." He smiled self-deprecatingly and reached for the folding knife in his arms. "But this knife isn't dull yet."

Ange lowered his head to look at the table in front of him, his eyes fixed on the four documents.

The first three files contain the identity files and information of Chu Tianjiao, Lu Mingfei, and Qi Xiuyuan.

呲呲.

Ange put the file of "Chu Tianjiao" into the shredder and destroyed it completely twice, then glanced at the file of "Qi Xiuyuan" and put it into the shredder as well.

He believed in his vision.

He never misses a person.

Even if I am really wrong, I will never regret it.

In the end, only Lu Mingfei's file and information about his location were left.

——Yimiya, the suspected location of the “■■■ egg”, has dispatched S-level ■■■ to confirm.

"...Eggs?" Ange murmured to himself, "You better not lie to me."

　In the hospital, I woke up from a nap in the afternoon and my eyes had problems again. The vision in my right eye suddenly decreased. Originally, both eyes had 300 degrees of vision, but now I wear glasses and can't see clearly with my right eye. It's really uncomfortable.

　　Finally, I would like to ask for monthly tickets. I already owe one. Two thousand tickets plus two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)