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Upon hearing Schneider's words, the man in the trench coat couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Of course, it's not the kind of bargaining chip that money can buy. There are some things that money can't buy, like your dignity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the black trench coat reached out and grabbed Schneider's black mask. Caught off guard, he ripped off the mask, revealing a face that looked like a demon.

Just imagine how miserable that face must have looked!

At first glance, it looked like a critically ill patient who had been severely burned. The person's entire face even had rotting flesh and blood, and even their teeth were gone.

The mouth was sunken inwards, and half of the nose was missing—what a terrifying face! If someone were to accidentally walk outside and see it, they would definitely scream, thinking they'd seen a demon, and run away as fast as they could.

So all these years, Schneider has always appeared in public wearing a black mask, never taking it off, not even when he sleeps.

Although Schneider had made up his mind to slay the dragon, and he would never back down on the battlefield, he was always sensitive about his appearance, and for many years he had almost never taken off his mask.

Because he dared not face himself, and even more so, dared not see the demon-like self in the mirror, this pitch-black mask was almost inseparable from him in every aspect of his life, whether sleeping, eating, or even becoming a part of his body.

However, when Schneider saw his mask suddenly removed, he instinctively tried to snatch the mask from the man in the trench coat and put it back on his face, letting out a ferocious and hysterical roar.

"Give it to me, give me the mask now, or I'll blow your head off."

Seeing that he had failed to snatch the mask from the man in the trench coat, Schneider was about to lunge to the other side to grab the alchemical weapon; he had completely gone mad.

This one action almost drove the man in the trench coat completely berserk; it felt like his most shameful secret had suddenly been exposed.

This was the situation Schneider was facing. He couldn't tolerate having his mask removed and being stared at like a monkey. Yet, in an instant, Schneider froze.

It wasn't that the man in the trench coat restrained him; in fact, the man in the trench coat didn't even make a move. But the other party only made a slight movement, which completely numbed Schneider.

Schneider turned around in a daze as the black mask in the trench coat's hand was shattered by the man's grasp. He stared at the shards of the mask flowing from between the man's fingers, and he was plunged into absolute pain.

Those cold, iron-gray eyes turned bloodshot, and he lunged at the man in the black trench coat like a madman. It was a completely reckless outburst; he didn't even have time to grab his weapon before he tried to bite the man to death.

Oh no, he's already toothless, so he'll just headbutt the other guy's head. He'd rather both of them be injured, or even die together.

However, just as Schneider lunged at the man in the black trench coat, the man simply grabbed the collar of Schneider's coat, completely blocking Schneider's fierce attack.

The man in the trench coat gripped Schneider's collar tightly, bringing the other's face close to his. However, this face, which would be a nightmare for most people, did not evoke any fear in the man in the trench coat.

He looked at that face and felt only deep sorrow, as if he were grieving for Schneider, or perhaps for his future self. Yet Schneider was still struggling and contorting at that moment.

He tried desperately to resist, but all his resistance was in vain.

The man in the black trench coat said with a sigh:

"Minister Schneider, do you see this? Do you see yourself right now? Not only is your expression ferocious, but even your mentality is extremely ferocious."

Over the years, you have disguised yourself so thoroughly that you look like a man who is determined to slay dragons, even though you are wounded all over, your belief is as hard as iron.

But all of this is just an illusion. You not only wear a mask on your face, but you also wear a mask in your heart. You have deceived everyone at Kassel College, and you have also deceived yourself.

You are not as strong as you appear, nor as cold-blooded, nor as ruthless as you seem. You are a sentimental and indecisive man. Do you remember who you used to be?

You are so humorous, dashing, and witty that all the girls like you, and even the male students admire you and want you to teach them a trick or two. But at the same time, you are extremely sensitive about your appearance.

You cared about it even more than your own life, but now, with that disaster, you've become this grotesque mess. Your confidence has been shattered, and your mindset has become distorted. I don't acknowledge you as a ruthless and merciless executive director.

To me, you're more like a clown whose self-esteem was hurt, who shut himself off and now presents a different, disguised image to the world.

The man in the trench coat's words echoed throughout the armory; his voice was so deep and mocking that it left Schneider no chance to save face.

Almost every word he said struck a chord deep within Schneider's heart, like a sharp awl relentlessly pounding against Schneider's fragile soul, until it was riddled with holes, or even shattered long ago.

Blood had been flowing for years, but this time the man in the trench coat struck with even greater force, nearly shattering the fragile heart. Schneider went completely mad, unable to resist the man's hold on him.

He could only struggle desperately, screaming for his life, wanting a quick release, but he saw no hope. The man in the black trench coat, however, only saw sorrow in his eyes, a deep, profound sorrow.

He looked at Schneider and said in a deep voice:

“I said I would save you. Now that you have chosen to cooperate with us, I will naturally show my sincerity. Everything I have said is not just empty words.”

Since I'm willing to offer you enough in return, the value of that offer must be something you'd absolutely desire.

As he said this, the man in the black trench coat bit open his own wrist. Instantly, pale golden blood gushed from the wound, like some kind of sacred alchemical potion.

The man in the black trench coat raised his wrist high, letting drops of pale golden blood fall directly onto Schneider's face, like holy water giving a believer a mysterious baptism.

However, Schneider let out a painful roar, because when the pale golden blood dripped onto his face, it felt like drops of lava falling on his skin, burning every nerve in his body with excruciating pain.

However, under such violent fluctuations, he opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath, like a fish about to drown on the shore.

However, the man in the black trench coat did not stop what he was doing. He continued to drip the pale golden blood onto Schneider's face, and soon Schneider's entire face was covered with the golden blood, almost as if he were wearing a golden mask.

However, amidst Schneider's agonizing roar, an unprecedented transformation occurred. Schneider's previously monstrous and terrifying face began to change as the pale golden blood fused with it.

The wounds and branding marks on the other person's face had completely faded, revealing extremely delicate and fair skin, which looked like that of a baby.

Even the deep, intricate wounds slowly healed at this moment, as if they had been reborn.

Schneider's painful roars gradually subsided, and he too felt the transformation. Although he experienced a burning pain, he could feel the power brought by the blood.

It was an unprecedented rebirth; his entire face and even his bones underwent a complete transformation. A moment later, the man in the black trench coat loosened Schneider's collar.

Schneider slumped down, looking extremely weak. In front of him was a silver briefcase, which reflected his face.

Amidst his heavy breathing, Schneider inadvertently caught sight of that face and was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the extremely handsome face reflected on the surface of the suitcase, a face that looked to be only in its thirties.

But he possesses a mature yet humorous and dashing demeanor, an optimistic and confident attitude, and a strong and assertive spirit.

Almost all emotions, especially positive ones, can be seen on this face, even bursting forth directly, giving people a very sunny and approachable feeling.

And this was the Schneider of the past, this was himself of the past, so Schneider was completely stunned, he was even completely immersed in the shock of this event.

He touched his face, feeling the delicate skin and the strong, sculpted features, and tears even streamed down his face.

For him, it truly felt like a dream. His heart was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of sorrow and joy surging within him like a raging torrent.

However, the man in the black trench coat sneered, "So, Minister Schneider, do you like this gift? Is it the bargaining chip you wanted that you could use to make a deal?"

Although it was something that could easily change this new life, something that could alter a person's life, or even their destiny, that had caused them suffering for over a decade, the other person described it as so insignificant, like asking for payment after a meal.

Schneider didn't speak; he was still completely immersed in the shock.

The man in the black trench coat continued:

"If you really like this offer, then we have plenty of opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Unfortunately, your rebirth will only last for three days at most. After three days, your skin will be ulcerated again as before.

No, it might even be more serious than before.

Because those are two forces impacting your face, and they might even rot your eyes. But don't worry, as long as I can give you new blood again within three days, you will still be radiant, just like you were before.

"So, Mr. Schneider, how about my offer? How about my sincerity? If you're truly willing to cooperate with me, please hold my hand tightly so we can all watch this grand show unfold!"

After saying all this, the man in the black trench coat slowly extended his hand, half a meter away from Schneider, and he was also waiting for Schneider to extend his hand.

A deep, complex expression crossed Schneider's handsome face. The offer was undeniably tempting, and the images of redemption that had just flashed through his mind even made him wonder if it wasn't a form of redemption in itself.

If both are forms of salvation, then why didn't he choose the latter?

For a moment, a deep light flashed in Schneider's iron-gray eyes, a light that even the man in the trench coat in front of him could not see.

Schneider took a deep breath, as if making a life-changing decision. At that moment, he slowly reached out and grasped the trench coat man's hand, saying in a deep voice:

“So happy to work together!”

"Happy cooperation!"

The man in the black trench coat smiled broadly at that moment, yet it was as if a thousand demons were howling in the darkness.

Chapter 207 What the hell are you doing?!

Kassel Academy.

Deep inside the ice cellar, in a certain archive room.

It has almost completely collapsed.

Only one broken pillar remained to support the dome. Ironically, after the pillar broke, the other end of it also rose up, forming an irregular triangle.

Erii found Totoro here.

Nuonuo was stunned, but even more horrified.

This totoro was none other than the red dragon cub that the professors and mentors at Kassel College cherished. Its value was self-evident. As a former pure-blooded dragon cub, although it was only in its infancy and its bloodline was not considered particularly noble among true dragon nobles, even the lowest-ranking nobles were still countless times more noble than those hybrid elites.

In other words, no matter how strong a hybrid elite is, they are still just a commoner.

Of course, there is no discrimination involved. In the dragon world, the so-called bloodline is used to judge nobles and commoners. The only basis is bloodline. The stronger the bloodline, the stronger the strength, and the higher the status. This is beyond doubt and an ironclad rule.

If converted into true strength, even this red dragon cub, once truly awakened, would unleash power many times greater than that of a hybrid elite. This is also a crushing defeat at the bloodline level.

Even when the little dragon truly awakens, it will release a mysterious dragon domain, a level that elite hybrids cannot reach, and a talent domain that hybrids do not possess.

This alone is enough to prove that hybrids can never compare to pure-blooded dragons, even if they are just cubs.

This also demonstrates the research value inherent in the little red dragon itself.

Because the opponent's physical structure is completely at the level of a pure-blooded dragon, once it is thoroughly studied, it will be possible to find some of the dragon's weaknesses. As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy and you will never be defeated." As long as you can understand the enemy, you can defeat the enemy to a large extent.

It is conceivable that on the battlefield with dragons, knowing some of the dragons' weaknesses would be enough to greatly reduce the casualties of hybrids, or at least prevent them from sacrificing themselves meaninglessly.

If those professors, who were about to be buried, had known that the little red dragon they cherished was about to be crushed to death here, they would have rushed over for their lives, but none of them came.

This was also a somber feeling in Nono's heart.

Given this rare situation, there is only one explanation: these professors are already dead, and in a very serious condition, which may have even affected the entire city of Kassel.

Recalling the series of shocks and impacts that came from above the ice cellar, Nono clutched her chest, feeling oppressed. Perhaps Kassel had already been reduced to ruins and devastated.

So she desperately wanted to rush forward; with Kassel facing a life-or-death crisis, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

When Nono saw Erii holding the so-called Totoro, which was actually a red dragon cub, in her arms, she was equally shocked.

Because this little red dragon has awakened, it is in an awakened state and could spew out deadly dragon fire at any time. However, what is amazing is that this little guy is extremely well-behaved in Erii's arms.

Especially when the girl stroked the little red dragon like she was petting a cat, the panic and confusion that the other party had caused due to the various shocks gradually subsided.

Nono's lips twitched.

Previously, Lin Ye had single-handedly defeated all the freshmen of Kassel College, and she had also witnessed the tragic defeats of Caesar and Chu Zihang. She knew that Lin Ye's bloodline strength was terrifying and that he was a ruthless person.

When Nono saw Erii cheering for this, her intuition told her that Erii was no ordinary person either.

A girl who is at least worthy of a monster like Lin Ye would not be the kind who is timid and dependent. Erii might be just as powerful as Lin Ye.