Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Kassel College, USA.

"Breaking news: The Gattuso family, posing as customers, placed an order with that person for a trip to Egypt."

In the principal's office, Schneider sat in a wheelchair, looking at the man in front of him.

He was an elderly gentleman with a full head of white hair, wearing a black suit and a red rosebud pinned to his chest. Sunlight streaming in from the skylight shone on the bookshelf in front of him, and the old man was intently selecting books.

"Headmaster?" Seeing that the man ignored him, Schneider couldn't help but emphasize, "That person has already gone to Egypt and is no longer under the academy's control!"

"Professor Schneider, please calm down." Angers finally spoke, his expression almost unchanged, even tinged with a hint of helplessness: "I'm about to find the book I'm looking for."

Upon hearing this, Schneider could only patiently wait quietly.

The principal's office is not far from Valhalla. It is an inconspicuous two-story building that looks like a garage surrounded by vegetation from the outside, but inside it is a completely different world.

The entire room is like a bookshelf, with the first and second floors connected. The bright sunlight shines through the huge skylight in the central courtyard.

The walls of the room were covered with oil paintings and bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled with sets of hardcover books and rubbings of ancient books. The stairs and platforms attached to the bookshelves were of varying heights.

Schneider watched helplessly as Principal Angers climbed up and down in this huge bookshelf room.

Finally, he seemed to have found the book he wanted, and took it to his desk.

Schneider was stunned when he saw the cover of the book.

"On Bloodline?" he asked incredulously. "Is 'On Bloodline' the book you're looking for, Principal?"

The Theory of Bloodline, a course specifically offered at Kassel College, is so well-known that this book could easily be considered a textbook.

However, most of the students received photocopies, while the one in Angers' hand looked old and heavy, exuding a sense of history.

But this doesn't change the fact that it's a common book.

He never expected that the book Angers had been searching for all day would be this one.

"Alright, you can continue now. What's gotten into Frost this time?" Angers asked as he sat down in his office, flipping through the thick, old book.

"According to my investigation, the heir of the Gattuso family seems to be going to participate in a mission, the one in Egypt's Valley of the Kings where a sound like a dragon's heartbeat was heard. And before the heir has even set off, the bounty email has already been sent to that person."

"We've been keeping a close eye on him for so many years, and he's never realized that someone is watching him. But this mission is a bit abrupt and might have bad consequences," Schneider said with concern.

"Didn't they say it was the idea of ​​their new butler?" Angers asked abruptly.

"Oh right." Schneider suddenly realized: "Chen Motong, the special agent who saved two students from the academy and me in Greenland two years ago, arrived in Italy four days ago and became the butler of the Gattuso family heir."

"It was she who suggested exploring Egypt's Valley of the Kings."

At this point, Schneider paused, then tentatively added, "Before she went to Italy, she went to Shilan Middle School to fight a custody battle with a boy named Lu Mingfei."

Angers paused in his book-turning, but quickly resumed his normal pace. He calmly asked, "What else do you know about this girl, Chen Motong?"

He paid no attention to Old Tang, the bounty hunter who was being closely watched by the academy, nor to the Gattuso family's heir whom they cherished like the apple of their eye; instead, he asked about the girl.

But Schneider was not surprised at all.

Ever since that girl made a name for herself in the Greenland incident two years ago, the academy has kept a close eye on her, and Angers would inquire about her situation from time to time.

"Her bloodline seems to have changed rapidly, but this is just speculation, there is no specific data, and her relationship with the Chen family and even the Gattuso family is not as close as we imagine."

How can you tell?

"She personally shot her father, and this has caused a huge uproar in the Chen family."

Angers fell silent, and Schneider also remained silent, waiting quietly.

After a long silence, the principal finally put down his book, looked up, and sighed:

"Since you're having trouble with your family, why not go to school? Our Kassel College welcomes outstanding students like you, and you can even help stop unreasonable parents."

Schneider asked, somewhat puzzled, "You mean...you want to find a way to get Chen Motong to Kassel College?"

"How can we know her situation without observing her up close? How can we know what stage of evolution she has reached?"

Angers smiled and said, "Send someone over. This is a good opportunity to avoid contact with her by the Gattuso family."

"If we can confirm that she has sufficient value, then investing in her might not be a bad idea."

"As for that one... don't worry, he won't wake up so easily. Frost cares more about his heir than anyone else, he won't plant a bomb next to him."

As the principal spoke, he got up to pour tea, and at that moment the sunlight shone down and fell on his book.

That side only had one sentence:

—At the end of human bloodline evolution, is it a god or a demon?

at the same time.

In Egypt, in the Valley of the Kings, in a remote tomb that is rarely visited.

Chen Motong looked at the man in front of her, trying to keep her voice steady, but it still trembled slightly:

Are you of Chinese descent and have lived in the United States since childhood?

Upon hearing this, Old Tang was very surprised: "How did you know? Is my Chinese not standard?"

"It's not standard; it has a distinct American accent." Caesar pointed out the problem accurately. The young master's language skills were naturally top-notch. Under the tutelage of countless renowned teachers, he could hear all sorts of subtle differences in voices.

Upon hearing this, Old Tang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Yes, I'm a Chinese American, here for tourism..."

At this moment, Chen Motong's heart was in her throat. Clinging to a last shred of hope, she asked, "Do you still really love playing games, like StarCraft?"

Old Tang was genuinely stunned. His eyes widened, and he almost blurted out, "No way, you could even tell that?"

"Am I really that obviously a homebody?!"

Even Caesar was stunned, because he couldn't tell the difference between a shut-in and an ordinary person. At least in his eyes, this old Tang was nothing special.

At this moment, Chen Motong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died completely.

She was now certain that the old man in front of her was most likely the Dragon King Norton.

Moreover, there are hardly any coincidences in the world, so Chen Motong felt that this should not be a coincidence.