Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Schneider, seeing the eager killing intent in his eyes, was very satisfied with the answer.

"In the middle of this semester, I will first arrange for you to follow up on a routine field mission, as a practical test."

"Alright, I'll follow the professor's instructions." Lin Yuan shrugged indifferently. Although he couldn't jump straight into the fight, he had at least gotten his ticket to the dungeon.

Having finalized Lin Yuan's arrangements, Schneider turned his wheelchair and looked at Chu Zihang beside him.

"As for you." He stared at the boy who hadn't uttered a word since he entered.

“We’ve exchanged dozens of emails over the past six months, and I know what you’re looking for.”

Schneider tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"The Executive Department is the most dangerous and deadliest front line in the entire Secret Party, but at the same time, it is also the place closest to the 'truth'."

Schneider stared at him: "Dare to come?"

Even now, in the quiet office, Chu Zihang's mind was filled with the image of that stormy night.

The deafening thunder, the ripping Maybach, and the god riding an eight-legged steed... those images haunted his mind like a nightmare.

He was trapped in that torrential rain for three whole years, all for this day.

Chu Zihang raised his eyes to meet Schneider's scrutinizing gaze.

"I am willing to pay any price to find out the truth."

He paused, as if reciting a contract with no way out.

"I'll join."

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Main text

Chapter 63 New Rules for One Day of Freedom

After leaving Professor Schneider's cold office, the two headed straight for the Second District Dining Hall along the tree-lined path.

Pushing open the cafeteria door, a luxurious atmosphere immediately greets you.

The cafeteria has black marble floors throughout, crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, and intricately patterned tiles inlaid along the walls. Even the dining tables are rows of solid black wood.

Compared to that five-star hotel in Chicago that costs $800 a night, this decor is practically like a roadside stall.

Recalling the CC1000 special train that resembled an ancient European palace last night, and the dark green school uniform in his wardrobe, Lin Yuan suddenly felt that he had finally grasped a bit of the threshold of American high society.

A few days ago in Chicago, all he saw was the cramped Chinatown and the slums of the black market.

This current practice of squandering money on every little detail is what matches his vision of the decadent and extravagant America.

Because we had spent some time with Professor Schneider, it was already past the usual mealtime.

A few students in school uniforms were sitting sparsely in the spacious cafeteria.

Lin Yuan was worried that there would be no food at this time, but when he looked at the food pick-up window, he saw that all kinds of food were still piled up in small mountains on the insulated food counter, and there were even a few pieces of freshly roasted meat sizzling with oil.

"Uncle, it's this late, and you still have so many fancy dishes prepared." Lin Yuan was a little surprised and casually asked the uncle wearing a tall chef's hat at the window.

"The cafeteria in Kassel serves food 24 hours a day," the uncle replied enthusiastically in Chinese with a slight foreign accent.

"All teachers and students are welcome to dine here at any time. The basic dishes on the first floor are all free, while the second floor offers premium private dining options for a fee."

Upon hearing the word "free," Lin Yuan immediately lost his composure.

Don't books say that the evil capitalists would rather pour excess milk down the drain than give it away to the poor?

These wealthy mixed-race people in Kassel actually provide this level of fancy food for free 24 hours a day in the cafeteria?

If he had known the school had these unlimited perks that he could get for free, he should have applied to come to school two weeks earlier instead of eating boiled chicken breast and broccoli in Taoyuan Community every day.

Since we've already lost money for two weeks, let's start by doubling down on making up for it with this meal.

Lin Yuan's gaze quickly locked onto the center of the dining table.

There was a row of freshly baked German-style roasted pork knuckles neatly stacked there, their brown skin still sizzling and dripping with oil, accompanied by mounds of mashed potatoes and sauerkraut.

This familiar appearance is just like the takeout that Fingel devoured completely last night in dormitory 303.

The cafeteria is openly serving free braised pork knuckles, yet that good-for-nothing senior who can't even afford a hamburger ordered the exact same takeout and had it delivered to his dorm yesterday using his student ID.

Lin Yuan felt extremely heartbroken, as if someone had flushed a stack of brand-new US dollars down the drain right in front of him.

"Take more, let's have lunch together." Lin Yuan turned to look at Chu Zihang, as if he was determined to make up for the money he lost last night by eating his way back from the cafeteria.

Although Chu Zihang didn't have a big appetite, he had already experienced Lin Yuan's enormous appetite before. Without saying a word, he grabbed two large trays and deftly helped Lin Yuan stack food on them.

The two quickly carried their mountain of plates and chose a seat by the window.

Lin Yuan picked up a piece of sliced ​​pork knuckle and stuffed it into his mouth. The crispy skin mixed with the rich meat juices exploded in his mouth, a familiar taste from yesterday.

The two of them ate in silence for a while, when suddenly a slight commotion arose in the quiet cafeteria.

There weren't many people in the cafeteria at this time, but even those few tables still made enough noise to attract their attention.

Lin Yuan, with half a sausage in his mouth, looked up.

The commotion started when a boy walked in from outside.

Sunlight shone on him, casting a soft halo around his dazzling golden hair.

That face was as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, with three-dimensional features and not a single flaw.

What was most captivating were his eyes, a rare, icy blue. Lin Yuan had never seen pupils of that color before.

She thought to herself that this color would be more suitable for Chu Zihang's expressionless face.

Although his eyes seemed cold, he exuded a leader's aura that was as gentle as a spring breeze. It was as if simply standing there, he was entitled to be followed by everyone.

Of course, what Lin Yuan cared about most was the pectoral muscles that were subtly stretched into an exaggerated arc under his school uniform.

Kassel College's uniforms are already fitted, but when he wore them, he managed to make them look like the buttons were about to pop off at any moment.

Lin Yuan secretly wondered if this guy was using the power of the Nine Dragons to cause trouble behind the scenes.

The blond boy walked straight through the hall and stopped at Lin Yuan and Chu Zihang's dining table with a clear purpose.

"Class of 07, Caesar Gattuso."

He spoke with a smile, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, which could easily disarm those around him.

His confident yet not arrogant attitude was perfectly balanced, demonstrating dominance without making him seem condescending.

Lin Yuan and Chu Zihang put down their knives and forks and stood up.

"Class of 08, Chu Zihang."

"Lin Yuan, Class of 08."

"I apologize for interrupting your meal." Caesar went straight to the point. He had always disliked the insincere and roundabout ways of politicians and preferred to get straight to the point in his words and actions.

"I've come here today hoping that these two outstanding individuals will join the student council."

Upon hearing this straightforward offer, Lin Yuan and Chu Zihang exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes conveying an expression of "I knew it."

If it were yesterday, when I first entered the school, I probably would have just gone along with the invitation from such a sincere and charismatic senior.

After all, in their eyes, it doesn't matter which campus club they join, there's no need to be picky.

Furthermore, the student council is not some insignificant organization. Under the leadership of President Caesar, it is said that in the past two years, it has gradually gained the strength to become the number one organization on campus.

But just half an hour earlier, Professor Schneider, who had recruited them into the executive department, had mentioned, intentionally or unintentionally, that the Lionheart Society would be more conducive to their growth.

Since I've joined the executive department and will be working under Professor Schneider from now on, I naturally have to listen to my boss's advice.

Lin Yuan put on a perfect, polite smile and took the initiative to continue the conversation: "Thank you for the kind invitation, President Caesar. However, we are new here and have been busy adjusting to the time difference these past few days. We are not considering joining the club for the time being and would like to talk about it later."

This tactful refusal naturally did not escape Caesar's notice; his icy blue eyes immediately understood, yet his face showed no sign of displeasure.

He was well aware of the significance of the two people in front of him; only mediocre people would blindly follow others.

“That makes sense. There’s no need to rush things like this. The student council’s doors are always open to you two.” Caesar’s smile remained, and with a few words, he dispelled any potential awkwardness.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if the two of you ultimately choose to stand against the student council. Being opponents will at least make my university life in the next few years less boring."

He spoke these words frankly and openly. He was an extremely proud person. While outstanding companions were rare, he also found pleasure in equally excellent opponents.

Caesar lightly brushed aside the topic of recruitment and changed the subject.

"Let's put aside the club matters for now. Have either of you heard of a day of freedom?"

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Lin Yuan maintained a composed demeanor on the surface, but couldn't help but inwardly complain.

What's going on? We all arrived in Kassel together yesterday, but it feels like this guy has only been here for a day and has already shed his Muggle status at lightning speed, with "The Sorrow of Blood" and "A Day of Freedom" all over the place.

Is it possible to read so many books in one night at the library?

Caesar noticed the doubt in Lin Yuan's eyes and took on the responsibility of explaining: "'Freedom Day' is the annual anniversary celebration of Kassel College. Simply put, it is the 'freest day' that the students have won from the principal of Angers. On this day, everyone can ignore school rules and vent their violence and hormones."

He paused briefly, letting the somewhat crazy concept settle in the air for a moment, before continuing, "At this time of year, it's usually a battle between the Lionheart Society and the Student Council."

Lin Yuan waited quietly for him to continue.

"This year's Freedom Day will be changed to a school-wide tournament." Caesar's tone was full of excitement.

"All students who wish to participate will be paired up and compete against each other, with no restrictions on weapons or methods, until the one with the strongest combat ability is determined, who will be the winner this year."

"No restrictions on the method?" Lin Yuan frowned slightly upon hearing this. Although the strength of hybrids was generally not up to his standards, the power of words was indeed quite magical.

"Even if everyone knows to stop when they've made a point, it wouldn't be good if someone got injured or maimed if the 'word power' wasn't controlled properly."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Caesar's eyes, and he explained, "At Kassel College, you can rest assured about that. The entire campus is currently shrouded in the Vice Principal's Word of Power domain, 'Discipline.' Under this suppression, most people's Word of Power is sealed. If you don't believe me, you can try to resonate with it now."

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

He's just trying to scare people. The lightning he conjured with his hands is the power of the Azure Dragon Fruit, and has absolutely nothing to do with dragon blood. So where does this talk of magic come from?

If I hadn't asked that question earlier, and if one day in the academy I were to violate the vice principal's 'precepts' and unleash some so-called 'word power,' then I'd be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had asked the question.

On the surface, he merely nodded noncommittally, appearing somewhat disinterested.

This wasn't an act; he genuinely had no interest in these kinds of "capture the flag" or "contest" games held at school. They were all classmates, and he couldn't really risk his life to use them as "experience packs" for the Azure Dragon Fruit.

Trying to win first place among a bunch of hothouse flowers who can't even use their incantations? It's a complete waste of energy.

Seeing Lin Yuan's reaction, Caesar immediately realized what was going on.

As the heir to the Gattuso family, he knew all too well how to deal with arrogant geniuses.

The empty title of "strongest combatant" may impress ordinary students, but when facing a beast that has seen blood, they need some substantial assets.

Therefore, he not only did not find Lin Yuan's indifference offensive, but actually appreciated it.

“Since it was my personal suggestion to change the rules, the prizes should naturally be upgraded as well,” Caesar said with a slight smile.

"In addition to the regular prize of a day of freedom, the right to use Norton Mansion for a year, the qualification to be directly admitted to the finals of next year's 'Academy Star' competition, and the privilege of pursuing any girl in the school without being rejected, and maintaining this privilege for at least three months."

"I will personally sponsor another Bugatti Veyron as a prize for the final winner. I hope this sincerity will encourage you both to grace us with your presence at the event."