Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Angers put down his knife and fork and examined the "Careless and Unhappy" combination in front of him with great interest.

"What a rare guest! What brings you two here together?"

He raised his hand and gestured towards the table of delicious food.

“If we’re not in a hurry, let’s eat and talk. You know I’m always fond of extravagance, this table is big enough for the three of us to eat together.”

"No need, I'm not worthy of such delicacies," Schneider replied coldly.

Guderian glanced longingly at the bowl of foie gras, but in front of Schneider, he didn't dare reach for it and awkwardly withdrew his hand, which had been extended half an inch.

Angers figured it out.

“Speak,” he said, picking up his knife and fork again and cutting off a small piece of ham.

"what happened?"

"I've come to ask you to settle a case. This Professor Guderian stole my student." Schneider maneuvered his wheelchair directly toward the dining table, the metal wheels leaving a clear trail on the carpet.

"Oh, that's not a nice thing to say." Guderian, forgetting his guilt, retorted stubbornly.

"What do you mean by 'your student'? It's clearly written in the academic affairs system that Chu Zihang is under my, Guderian's, name. Do you have any proof? You're just going to say he's your student?"

“Evidence?” Schneider turned his head and stared coldly at Guderian.

"Chu Zihang and I have been exchanging emails for almost half a year. I even arranged for Miranda to go to China to contact him. But this morning when I logged into the academic affairs system, I found that his advisor had become you?"

Gu Dulian felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He took a half step back and muttered, "I just did it when I was enrolling Lin Yuan in school... I just did it on the side."

Angers finally understood the whole story of this farce. He put down his knife and fork and looked at Guderian, who was now wishing he could bury his head in his collar.

Schneider had mentioned Chu Zihang's situation a few times; he was indeed a promising talent. He never expected that Guderian would snatch him away just before the start of the semester.

Angers asked, somewhat puzzled, "Guderian, haven't you already recruited Lin Yuan? Why are you still thinking about Chu Zihang?"

Upon hearing this, Guderian slapped his thigh in anguish.

“Principal, what are you saying! The last promising student I recruited was named Fingel! That kid was also an A-level when he first entered the school, but what happened? His bloodline rating has been decreasing year by year, and now he's almost an E-level! I have to give myself an extra layer of insurance!” Guderian complained with a pained expression.

"What if Lin Yuan also messes up? I can't afford a second setback!"

Angers chuckled softly.

"Then you probably don't know what big thing your prospective student did in Chicago last night."

As he spoke, Angers pushed the report he had just finished reading to the edge of the table.

Guderian approached suspiciously, picked up the report, and glanced at it.

At first, he was indifferent, but as he read, his eyes widened and his mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape.

"Is...is what's written on this true?" Guderian's hand trembled as he held the fax paper, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Schneider, who was standing nearby, also noticed something was wrong and snatched the report from Guderian's hand.

A few seconds later, even the head of the executive department, who was known for his ruthlessness, showed a hint of shock in his eyes.

The report was concise: In the early hours of last night, Lin Yuan, a new student, single-handedly killed a servant in Chinatown. He then led Chu Zihang and Miranda to destroy the Sackler family's outlying base and directly killed a hybrid with the Word of Power serial number 82 (Sword Mastery). Horrifying signs of destruction were left at the scene.

Before even officially enrolling, he's already handling Deadpool on his own, which is enough to make people take notice.

They even managed to kill a hybrid with a Word of Power sequence number 82!

This can no longer be summed up by the word "excellent"; it's downright sensational.

Angers, watching their fascinating expressions, smiled and leaned back in his chair: "So, are you still worried he won't graduate?"

Guderian shook his head repeatedly and swallowed.

Angers crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, his tone playful: "I even think that his bloodline might not be A-grade at all, but S-grade."

The moment you heard that word, the office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Schneider's heavy breathing paused for a moment.

How long has it been since Kassel College produced an "S" grade student?

Throughout the long and secretive history of the Secret Party, each birth of an "S" class was often accompanied by massacres and turbulent changes of the times.

It wasn't a letter used to evaluate students at all, but a heavy curse that destined them to raise their battle flags toward the dragon throne and burn to ashes in endless blood and fire.

Several seconds passed.

Guderian's eyes refocused, and he turned sharply to Schneider, a fawning yet gleeful smile plastered on his face. He hurriedly declared, "Well... Chu Zihang! I'm returning it to you! You were the one who took a liking to it first. It was my fault. I'm returning it to its rightful owner."

With a student like this, it wouldn't matter if Fingel continued to drop to F grade!

“No, I disagree,” Schneider suddenly interrupted.

Guderian's smile froze: "What do you mean? I've already given Chu Zihang back to you, and now you're trying to steal my student!"

Schneider said seriously, "How can such a promising talent be kept in your hands as a bargaining chip for promotion? Lin Yuan should be handed over to me to educate."

Seeing that the two old men, whose combined age was over a hundred, were about to start fighting again, Angers helplessly pressed his hand down.

“Alright. Lin Yuan’s student status belongs to Guderian, there’s no need to discuss that.” Angers made the final decision, then looked at Schneider.

"However, once he gets to school, I don't mind if you invite him to join the Executive Department for an internship. I think the kid will like the Executive Department's style."

Schneider hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly nodded.

“Then it’s settled.” Angers picked up his knife and fork again and extended the invitation once more.

"Are there any other lawsuits to fight? If not, why don't you sit down and have some breakfast with me? I haven't eaten with anyone in a long time."

"No, thank you." Guderian waved his hand hastily and walked toward the door, his eagerness barely concealed.

"I'm not hungry! Please enjoy your meal, Principal. I have some things to attend to... I'll take my leave now!"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already slipped away.

Angers chuckled. He knew perfectly well that Guderian was in a hurry to pack his bags, as the CC1000 train was about to depart and he was rushing to meet his prospective student.

No sooner had Guderian stepped outside than he was heard making a phone call: "Hello! Pick up the train conductor! Yes, this is Guderian! Get me the champagne ready, the most expensive kind! Where's the red carpet? If there isn't one, go buy one right now! Put all the train attendants in their new uniforms! The bills? Send all the bills to the principal!"

A flurry of footsteps and a distant roar echoed outside the door, and Guderian vanished completely at the end of the corridor.

In the office, only Angers and Schneider remained.

He remained where he was, silent, as if he had something to say.

Angers wasn't surprised at all, and just waited for him to speak at a leisurely pace.

With heavy breathing, Schneider finally spoke, staring intently into Angers' eyes: "Headmaster, is this boy named Lin Yuan... really safe?"

A young man who has never received any systematic training from an academy possesses such terrifying destructive power.

From the perspective of the executive department, this power that is completely out of control is itself a huge hidden danger.

Angers seemed to have anticipated that he would stay and ask this question. He picked up his tea and took a sip: "His background is very clean, isn't it? You should have seen his file before."

"But this doesn't explain his extraordinary combat skills in Chicago; he didn't even defeat Conrad through the power of words."

“Schneider, don’t always look at young people with the eyes of someone examining monsters,” Angers said softly.

“Look at everything he’s done along the way. No matter how brutal his methods were, his intentions were good. He’s a good kid with a strong sense of justice.”

Schneider didn't reply. He stared at the golden spot on the carpet, as if asking Angers, or perhaps asking himself.

"...Won't that be too dangerous?"

“I’m getting old, and the Secret Party has been living in comfort for too long.” Angers’ gaze passed over the sunlight outside the window and landed on an unknown distance, his voice revealing an unusual weariness.

"The Dragon Kings are awakening one after another. At this time, what we need is not a good student who can recite the 'Dragon Genealogy' backwards in class."

"We need a leader, a one-of-a-kind genius."

At this point, a hazy memory surfaced in Angers's monocle-wearing eye, as if he had traveled through the long years to see a figure that was no longer there.

“Like…my old friend, Menek Cassel.”

"He can always stand at the forefront, leading us through desperate situations and forging a bloody path."

“Such power is always dangerous.” Angers downed his cup of black tea in one gulp.

“But if the Secret Service wants to wait for the next Meneque, they cannot be afraid to hold a knife just because it is too sharp.”

“I understand.” Schneider nodded, accepting the explanation.

But he quickly raised another thorny issue: "What about the Sackler family? Their Chicago branch has been destroyed, and the board of trustees will likely receive protest emails soon. What if they pressure the Secret Service to hand over Lin Yuan?"

"You want us to hand over the people?"

Angers wiped his mouth with a napkin and let out a soft laugh.

The moment he put down his napkin and looked up, the elegant and amiable old Victorian gentleman vanished.

"Did they make a mistake?"

Angers stood up, straightened his suit cuffs, and his eyes were as sharp as a drawn folding knife.

"They're just nouveau riche who think they can touch the throne of the dragon clan by relying on the little bit of foundation they've built up in the American medical and military industries."

"Under the Abrahamic blood pact, they secretly researched dragon blood potions, attempting to seize the power of dragons... Such disgusting usurpation, and they even dared to step forward and put pressure on the Secret Society?"

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the vibrant campus below, where the sunlight was just right.

But the chilling aura emanating from the silver-haired old man in the sun-drenched office made even the usually cold and hard Schneider uncomfortable.

"If some old guys live too long, they forget their human identity."

"Then I don't mind helping them remember."

In Angers' eyes, dragons are beings that should only be relegated to the dustbin of history.

Anyone who attempts to reclaim that great power, to rise above humanity, and to become the new dragon race...

That was his Angers, his mortal enemy.

The Sackler family has already crossed this red line.

Chapter 56 - We've finally waited for you!

Chicago Union Station has resumed operation.

After a three-day shutdown and strike, the station, now back in operation, is like a giant gear that has been re-energized, frantically processing and processing stranded passengers.

Lin Yuan nimbly sidestepped a luggage cart that almost hit his calf.

Looking at the excited crowd around him, he couldn't help but think to himself that his experiences in Chicago these past few days had been quite eventful, even non-stop.

It feels like you've already cleared two dungeons, but when you look up, you realize you haven't even finished the game's tutorial.

Fortunately, the strike finally ended, and I can finally step into Kassel College.

He pulled himself out of his reverie, quietly falling half a step behind to stand shoulder to shoulder with Chu Zihang.

"Has that money been sent out?"

Chu Zihang nodded and took out an international money transfer receipt from his pocket.

"I transferred the money to the address she usually uses. The recipient is an account in a remote county. To avoid trouble, I used Amei's previous information to make the transfer."

Lin Yuan glanced at the receipt. Although he couldn't understand the English on it, he saw the remittance amount at the bottom.

He had a general idea of ​​how much that roll of banknotes was hidden in the crack of Amei's bed that night.

The extra number on the receipt was obviously added by the expressionless young master next to him, who paid for it himself.

"Once I receive the scholarship, I'll pay half of the extra money."

Chu Zihang didn't stand on ceremony with Lin Yuan and put the receipt back into his pocket: "Okay."

The two quickened their pace in unison to catch up with the two girls in front of them.

Miranda led them through the crowded central hall to an inconspicuous ticket gate.

There isn't even an electronic sign here; instead, there's a warning sign at the entrance that says "Equipment under maintenance, out of service."

A man was standing next to the ticket machine.

He was wearing a dark green train conductor's uniform with a half-decayed World Tree emblem embroidered in gold thread on his chest.

The hall was bustling with people, and the hurried travelers all naturally walked around the ticket gate on both sides, as if they hadn't seen him at all.

"Did we lead you the wrong way? Is CC1000 some kind of hell train?" Lin Yuan turned his head to look at the blurry figure and asked Miranda, who was leading the way.