Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

I am Fingel von Frings, the Minister of the Press Department in Kassel, and also a student of Professor Guderian. If nothing unexpected happens, we will become half-brothers through thick and thin.

"Junior, your Chinese name is Gao Kui, right? I've heard so much about you for a long time. You wouldn't believe it, your name is all over the Kassel campus forum now. Could we take a picture together later? I'd like to post it on the forum in a new thread..."

Fingel rambled on and on, jumping between topics as quickly as Gao Kui, who suffered from flight of ideas.

"I'm quite famous in Kassel?" Gao Kui asked, his eyes filled with doubt, rarely managing to grasp the key point.

"Very famous!"

Fingel gave a thumbs up and leaned in to explain: "The start of the school year is always lively, especially at the University of Kassel, where everyone is very curious about the new students who will be enrolling."

From the end of May to the beginning of September, every year around this time, people discuss new players on forums, just like the transfer season in the NBA and football leagues, it's very lively.

A few days ago, your personal information was entered into the central computer's archives, right? Some of that information was unearthed that very night and posted on the school forum, which caused quite a stir on the forum.

The "Super A" bloodline rating is only awarded once every few years. The last "Super A" in Kassel was a Japanese exchange student named Chisei. Last year, the student council president, Kaiser, who caused a sensation throughout Kassel, only had an "A" bloodline.

Of course, an A-level is also very impressive; Kassel can't recruit more than a few A-levels in a year.

Most importantly, the English name that the principal supposedly gave you, Messiah, is what everyone is focusing on. Everyone wants to know what kind of mixed-race person can be called Messiah by the principal.

Oh, I forgot you're Chinese, so you might not be familiar with the Western concept of the messiah…

“No, I understand, my ‘mother’ is religious,” Gao Kui interrupted Fingel.

It is difficult for someone unfamiliar with Christian culture to understand how important the name and word "Messiah" are in the hearts of Westerners.

The word "Messiah" originally referred to the anointed one in Hebrew, but after the Kingdom of Judah was destroyed by the Babylonian Empire, the ancient believers of Judah endowed it with the religious connotation of "savior who restores the kingdom".

Then, two thousand years ago, Immanuel reformed Judaism and established Christianity, calling himself the Messiah. This word gained another layer of meaning: "savior" with connotations of divinity and redemption.

With Christianity being established as the state religion of the Roman Empire, and then spreading to all faiths and religions in the Western world, the concept of the Messiah has been deeply rooted in the hearts of all Westerners for two thousand years through continuous cultivation and influence.

Almost every Westerner longs to be saved by the Messiah, and the first superhero, "Superman," is a product of this Westerner's messianic complex.

Upon closer examination, Superman's character and storyline are quite simple. Because he is too powerful, the plot lacks tension and is far less dramatic than Batman or Iron Man.

However, the Western concept of the messianic has propelled "Superman" to become one of the most popular and influential superheroes, perhaps without equal.

Divinity!

save!

Savior!

The title of Messiah holds extraordinary significance in the hearts of Westerners, who generally have a Messianic complex, regardless of whether they are of mixed race.

Now, Angers, the leader of the Secret Society, the legendary dragon slayer, and the beacon of hybrids, bestows this title upon a prospective freshman who has only been enrolled for a few days.

Gao Kui couldn't think of any possibility that wouldn't cause a sensation.

Chapter 37 Chen Motong

In a daze, Gao Kui suddenly felt as if he were being ushered to the throne and draped in a yellow robe, or surrounded by a group of burly men who pointed at his nose and said, "You are the true Emperor of Peace."

But to say whether he feels somewhat "lost" is not entirely true. He has already taken on the role of the Second Coming Son, so what difference does it make if he becomes the "Messiah of Kassel"?

Compared to the Second Coming Son, the identity of the Messiah of Kassel seems insignificant.

"You betrayed my love, you are burdened with a debt of conscience."

When I finally learned the truth, tears streamed down my face…

The sudden ringing of his cell phone interrupted Gao Kui's thoughts, pulling his wandering mind back to reality.

"Junior brother, your phone is ringing," Fingel reminded him.

Gao Kui took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID; it was Professor Guderian calling.

"Hello, Dean?"

"Gao Kui, have you received that beast yet?"

"Yes, I just ran into Senior Brother Fingel, and he's right here next to me."

Gao Kui glanced at Fingel beside him and replied, "We still haven't picked up the girl you mentioned, Professor. The airport announcement said the next flight won't arrive for another half hour."

While Gao Kui was on the phone, Fingel quickly called over the food stall owner, pointed to himself and then to Gao Kui, and said, "Boss, settle the bill. My share is on my junior brother's tab. You can ask him for the money."

The boss asked Gao Kui for money.

When people are on the phone, they are usually not so sensitive to what is happening around them. Gao Kui handed the boss a 20-yuan note and continued his conversation with Professor Guderian.

"There's something I want to tell you. You don't need to pick up that girl. Just bring Fingel back."

The girl changed her mind halfway through and has already driven herself to the psychological research center. You all should come back early; I'm planning a get-together in the cafeteria tonight so everyone can get to know each other.”

Guderian went to great lengths for the love of the Super A-level student.

"Ok."

Gao Kui hung up the phone, took the change from the boss, and counted it: "Boss, didn't you shortchange me two yuan?"

The food stall owner pointed at Fingel: "Don't you know each other? He said his share would be on your tab."

Fingel forced a Shiba Inu-like smile again: "Junior brother, you know I just came from Chicago, and I don't have any RMB on me..."

"You dare to eat cold noodles when you have no money? Don't you know how Sixth Master died?"

"I recognized you guys, didn't I? We're all fellow disciples, you can't not even let me have a bowl of cold noodles for two yuan a day, can you?"

Fingel was perfectly justified.

Fine, it's only two yuan. Gao Kui was too lazy to argue with Finger.

After pouring the last bit of jelly from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, Gao Kui stood up, clapped his hands, and walked to Chu Zihang's side with Finger, pushing aside the enthusiastic aunties and older sisters, and rescued Chu Zihang.

"Be touched, Bro, I've saved you from danger time and time again."

Gao Kui himself was moved. He had been killing indiscriminately and had also brought back the Holy Son. Now he had pulled Chu Zihang out of the hell of the old lady.

I am the timely rain, the healer!

Chu Zihang didn't want to delve into the details of how Gao Kui got his water and fire, so he followed behind Gao Kui while sizing up Fingel: "Isn't there another person? Why are you going back now?"

"The woman drove herself to the research center."

On the way back, Gao Kui drove, Chu Zihang sat in the passenger seat, and Fingel and his backpack sat in the back.

Before getting in the car, Finger praised the Jetpack Jetpack, saying that as a German, he had long dreamed of owning his own Porsche.

Unfortunately, due to financial constraints, this dream remained unfulfilled. However, the miniature gemstone Jekka egg produced in China gave him hope that his dream could come true.

Tell me if it looks similar or not.

"Then why don't you buy a Zotye SR9? It only costs a little over 100,000 RMB. That car looks more like a Porsche Cayenne. Just change the logo and modify the center console, and you can pass it off as a Porsche Cayenne," Gao Kui casually suggested.

Chu Zihang was slightly puzzled. His "new father's" company happened to have some dealings with Zotye Group, and he also knew something about Zotye Group.

As far as he knows, Zotye does not have a car called SR9 that is very similar to the Porsche Cayenne.

He was diagnosed with another episode of psychosis and was talking nonsense. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Chu Zihang calmly took the car keys and said, "I'll drive back."

The three of them rode in their old-man's cars and slowly returned to the Kassel Psychological Research Center.

The moment the old man's car entered the base, the three men's eyes were drawn to the old sycamore tree in the yard: an elegant and unruly bright red Prancing Horse had taken over the parking space that the old man's car had previously occupied.

"Holy crap, a Ferrari F430!"

Fingel exclaimed, "The teacher is so unfair! He won't even give me a one-cent scholarship, but he gives you guys such nice cars!"

"First of all, your grades are completely insufficient to apply for any scholarship. It would be unfair for me to allocate a portion of the scholarship quota to you."

Secondly, I'm only the temporary person in charge here. I only have the right to select vehicle models and submit applications to the university. The final decision on which official vehicles to allocate to the research center rests with Manstein.

Guderian strolled leisurely out of the dean's office and pointed to the girl beside him: "Finally, that Ferrari isn't a base vehicle."

Let me introduce you. The Ferrari owner is Chen Motong, also a freshman in the class of 08 at Kassel College. She will be undergoing a three-month preparatory training program here with Gao Kui and Chu Zihang.

"You can just call me Nuonuo, that's what my family and friends call me."

The pretty girl was at least 1.7 meters tall, wearing Burberry sneakers, light-wash jeans, and a white T-shirt. Her long, dark red hair was covered in dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Chen Motong smiled broadly and greeted the three people sitting in the old man's car very warmly, then winked and said, "I saw you on the way to the base. Strictly speaking, this is the second time we've met."

Of course, this is my first time with Senior Fingel.

Gao Kui and Chu Zihang both recognized Chen Motong; she was the girl with dark red hair who drove the Ferrari.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Gao Kui and Chu Zihang, sitting in the front row of the old man's car, looked like Jaeger pilots from "Pacific Rim," with highly similar expressions, postures, and movements. They nodded slightly with expressionless faces as if to say hello.

A look of surprise flashed across Chen Motong's bright eyes.

Anyone could see that neither Gao Kui nor Chu Zihang were particularly enthusiastic about Chen Motong, this pretty girl.

Professor Guderian was extremely anxious; this development was not quite right.

It's not surprising that Chu Zihang is expressionless; he basically has an icy face towards everyone, giving people a feeling that he should stay away.

However, Gao Kui was usually quite polite to people. He was more accustomed to using formulaic politeness and courtesy to build a wall around his heart that refused to communicate with others.

In short, Chu Zihang is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and he's indifferent to everyone. Gao Kui is also cold on the outside but cold on the inside; he seems very polite and can chat with anyone, but he doesn't easily open up to others.

Based on Gao Kui's past social style, he shouldn't have treated Chen Motong this way.

Chapter 38 Enemy Attack

Guderian was like an old father eager to have a grandson; when he saw a beautiful, single girl, he wanted to introduce her to Gao Kui.

After the three got out of the car, Guderian immediately pulled Chu Zihang and Gao Kui over: "This is Chu Zihang, an A-level student from the class of 08."

This is Gao Kui, also a student of the class of 08, a Super A-grade bloodline holder, from a prestigious family, a prince of Northern Qi, the principal's handpicked "Messiah" of Kassel, a half-blood savior..."

Guderian rattled off a whole bunch of titles for Gao Kui.

"The courtyard is too small; it can't accommodate so many people," Chen Motong joked, reminiscent of the Soviet Union.

"And what about me?" the beast Fingel asked, leaning closer.

“Fingal, I mentioned it to you earlier.”