Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

“Yes, they’re all buried under Mount Hatz.” Mai Shude also felt a little regretful.

"He fought that dragon to the very end, and it seemed like they had developed a mutual respect for each other. He forbade his senior brother from even considering taking the remains, so of course I dared not disobey him."

Su Enxi clicked her tongue twice, expressing her incomprehension of this spendthrift behavior.

"Alright, stop with your capitalist attitude." Mai Shude got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower. I'm going to Frankfurt tomorrow. I've had my eye on that new Chanel bag for a long time. I'm also going to Chicago for an auction in a few days. I need to enjoy my vacation."

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After the flight landed in Chicago, Lin Yuan and Fingel were immediately taken off the plane by a black limousine parked outside the airport runway and driven directly into the underground bunker where the executive department was located.

While in the car, Fingel whispered instigation, urging Lin Yuan not to forget his previous promise: once he entered the Execution Department, he should beat up anyone he saw and teach those lazy bums a lesson.

But once he entered the executive office and saw Professor Schneider sitting there, Fingel became very obedient.

“Relax.” Schneider looked up, his one gray eye sweeping over the two of them.

"This is not an interrogation. Defeating a resurrected third-generation dragon is a rare feat for the Secret Party in recent years. We called you here simply to understand the specifics."

The two exchanged a glance, then pulled out chairs and sat down.

Lin Yuan cleared his throat and began to recount the mission.

From arriving in Claustal and discovering the unusually dense fog, to venturing deep into the bottom of the Ottilia Shaft and confronting the awakened dragon.

Lin Yuan explained in great detail, which took about half an hour.

Of course, this was a report in which the statements had been rehearsed on the return flight.

Mai Shude's intrusion and the assassination attempt by the Gattuso family's assassins were not mentioned at all in the narration.

At the end, Lin Yuan described how Fingel held off the dragon's frontal attacks while he used "Thunder Pool" to inflict damage, ultimately working together to kill the recently resurrected dragon.

Schneider listened and nodded in satisfaction.

He first looked at Fingel and praised him, "I knew you wouldn't stay down like this forever. It's good that you can pull yourself together."

Then, turning to Lin Yuan, his eyes revealed undisguised admiration: "You are even sharper than I imagined. You have proven the value of S-class to the Execution Department—efficient and deadly."

After praising them, Schneider changed the subject: "However, there are still a few questions. After you confirmed that it was a pure-blooded dragon resurrected, why didn't you contact the academy to request reinforcements?"

Lin Yuan replied truthfully: "The fog has enveloped the entire Claustal. We are unsure whether it will harm the residents and are worried that the situation will get out of control. After discussing with my senior brother, we decided to act on our own."

Schneider pondered for two seconds, then nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement.

Then he asked, "Where are the remains of the third generation? Even if they are buried underground, it doesn't matter. As long as you remember the exact coordinates, the execution department can send people to excavate them. These will all be converted into bonuses based on their value and given to you."

Fingel immediately chimed in: "Professor, after we killed that third-generation creature, the cave started to collapse. In order to escape, we had no choice but to abandon the dragon remains and run out as fast as we could."

Schneider frowned slightly, clearly disappointed with the outcome of returning empty-handed.

“But it wasn’t all for naught.” Fingel reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a moment, and pulled out a sealed glass test tube, placing it on the table.

The test tube contained a small portion of a dark red, viscous liquid.

"Before I ran away, I managed to salvage some blood samples," Fingel grinned, revealing a simple, honest smile like that of an old farmer.

Lin Yuan had no idea when this useless senior brother had gathered the blood.

His skill at petty theft was unparalleled. Based on his understanding of Fingel, this guy probably had other ulterior motives hidden away.

You can't see anything with the naked eye about dragon blood.

Schneider called in a specialist from the lab and asked him to perform an urgent analysis.

Within minutes, the report was delivered to Schneider Electric.

Norma's analysis revealed that the dragon's blood in this blood sample was frighteningly pure.

Judging from the data alone, it even surpasses any third-generation species recorded in the Secret Service archives.

Pureblood dragons wouldn't give their blood to hybrids for no reason; it means they really did hunt down a dragon!

Schneider was overjoyed: "You've done a great job! You've thwarted the dragons' ambition to revive. I will submit a report to the Board of Trustees and apply for the Principal's Special Scholarship for you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the executive department was pushed open with a loud bang.

Professor Guderian burst into the office in a flurry of activity.

He ignored Schneider, who was sitting in the main seat, and went straight to Lin Yuan, giving him a big bear hug.

After letting go, Guderian grabbed Lin Yuan's arms and legs, pinched them twice to make sure his student was safe and sound, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he turned around, his gray hair standing on end: "Schneider! What are you doing?! He's only a freshman! You actually sent him to face the awakened third-generation race! If anything happens to him, how are you going to compensate me?!"

Faced with Guderian's spittle, the usually tough Schneider remained uncharacteristically silent.

He turned up the oxygen valve slightly and said in a low voice, "It was indeed a mistake by the intelligence department. The initial magnetic field fluctuations were thought by the assessment team to be just a revived alchemical device. Handling alchemical items would not be dangerous for someone with an S-rank bloodline. None of us expected that there was a pure-blooded dragon at the foot of that mountain."

Seeing that Schneider's attitude of admitting his mistake was good, Guderian's anger subsided a little, but he was still relentless, shouting that the executive department must apply for a large sum of compensation for Lin Yuan's mental distress.

Schneider immediately approved the plan, allocating the full amount of the high-risk mission bonus to their accounts and stating that this money would not conflict with the principal's scholarship they had just received.

A moment later, Lin Yuan's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, saw the notification sound of the money arriving in his account, and the string of zeros on the screen, and felt a surge of joy. Now he finally wouldn't have to overdraft his student card to order takeout anymore.

Having finished reporting the matter, Lin Yuan took his leave.

He took two red-eye flights and went through intense combat on this mission, and now all he wants to do is go back to his dorm and get a good night's sleep.

Just then, my phone vibrated again, and a new message popped up.

"I hope to have afternoon tea with you in your office at 3 PM. -- Angers"

Lin Yuan stared at the signature at the bottom of the screen, slightly taken aback.

During his time studying in Kassel, he heard too many rumors about the principal.

Legend has it that he is an avenger who has lived for over a century, the de facto dictator of the Secret Society, and the pinnacle of mixed-race combat power.

Lin Yuan had long been curious about Angers, but since enrolling, the principal had been elusive and he had never seen his face.

Now, I finally have the opportunity to meet this legend.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to lock his phone screen, he suddenly noticed an unread email in his inbox.

Before going down into the mine, considering that the battle might be fierce and there would be no signal down there, neither he nor Fingel brought their cell phones.

That text message was sent around that time.

The sender was Nono, and it was a reply to the message he sent before he went to Germany.

The message was short, but it essentially said that he had received a message and needed to go back to take care of some family matters, so he wouldn't be in Kassel for the next few days.

Lin Yuan stared at the words on the screen and stopped walking.

I just had a life-or-death battle with that third-generation giant dragon in the mine. Although I didn't feel that it was very dangerous, it would have been a near-death experience for most people.

Then, in that vision, I saw a red-haired girl who looked strikingly similar to Nono.

These two things stirred up Lin Yuan's emotions. He had originally planned to have a good talk with her in the next couple of days and take the opportunity to push their relationship forward.

But I didn't get the chance to meet her.

Feeling somewhat disappointed, Lin Yuan shook his head, turned off the screen, and put his phone back in his pocket.

It was still early, so Lin Yuan invited Fingel to have a meal at the cafeteria. After returning to his dormitory, he took a shower and fell asleep on his bed.

After working so hard for so long, I really need to catch up on some sleep.

Chapter 86: Let History Return to Its Original Truth

In the afternoon, following the directions given by Norma, Lin Yuan arrived at the principal's office on time and knocked.

"Please come in." A gentle voice came from inside the door.

Lin Yuan pushed open the door and entered. The office was decorated very luxuriously, and it was clear that the owner of the place knew how to enjoy life.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man in a custom-made suit, wearing a monocle and a rose pinned to his chest.

This was completely different from the image Lin Yuan had envisioned.

The principal of Kassel, rumored to be the pinnacle of mixed-race combat power, shouldn't he be a muscular, fierce, and tough man with a face full of scars?

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed more like an elegant gentleman from the Victorian era.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to greet him, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

An alarm bell rang in his mind, activating his Observation Haki.

He sensed a hint of danger emanating from the old gentleman in front of him.

Lin Yuan was secretly surprised.

In his mind, there should be an insurmountable chasm between hybrids and pure-blooded dragons.

Even the near-next-generation species he had fought against before had not given him this kind of dangerous signal.

This was after he had just devoured a pure-blooded dragon, causing his strength to surge.

It's unbelievable that I still feel somewhat threatened when facing Angers. Just how strong is he?

"Please have a seat." Angers saw that Lin Yuan was a little awkward, smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the chair opposite him.

"Relax, it's just a regular afternoon tea. I've prepared some snacks, but since I don't know your taste, I asked the kitchen to prepare a little bit of everything."

On the mahogany table in front of me was an exquisite tea set, surrounded by scones, macarons, Black Forest cake, and many other desserts whose names I didn't know.

The old man picked up the teapot, poured the tea into a porcelain cup, and gently pushed it across the table: "This is freshly brewed Darjeeling tea. Try it. The main reason I invited you here today is to have a chat with you."

Angers paused, his gaze falling on Lin Yuan: "After all, everything you've done since enrolling has been quite..."

He pondered for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for a suitable Chinese phrase: "Like thunder in the ears? I don't know if I'm using this idiom appropriately."

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down, chuckled, and followed up with a compliment: "I'm far from being as good as you. During my time at school, I've truly admired Principal Lin."

Angers' hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air, a sly smile playing at the corner of his eye: "Really? Then tell me, what have you heard about me?"

Lin Yuan was speechless.

He was just making a casual, business-like compliment; everyone's just flattering each other. If you were to ask him what earth-shattering things this old principal had actually done, how would he know?

Seeing that he couldn't utter a single word for a long time, Angers' smile deepened.

However, he did not call out the polite remark, but simply leaned back in his chair and gestured for tea.

Lin Yuan coughed lightly, picked up the teacup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then awkwardly changed the subject: "I heard that the principal's Word of Power 'Time Zero' is an extremely powerful Word of Power."

Angers smiled nonchalantly, leaned over, picked up the teapot, and prepared to refill Lin Yuan's empty cup with tea.

"It works quite well."

The voice just fell.

Tiny dust particles hovered in mid-air, and the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock was stretched into a dull rumble.

Lin Yuan's Observation Haki spontaneously reached its limit, and his brain entered bullet time.

In past battles, his so-called "bullet time" relied on highly concentrated mental energy to increase the brain's processing frequency.

His thinking quickened, so the enemy's movements appeared slower.

But Angers’ “time zero” was different; he felt the flow of the entire world actually slow down.

Only the principal in front of him remained unaffected.

Angers, carrying the teapot, smoothly walked around the table to Lin Yuan's side.

The spout is tilted slightly.

Amber-colored tea is poured into a porcelain cup under the influence of gravity.

In Lin Yuan's eyes, the water flowed incredibly slowly, stretching out a crystalline trajectory in mid-air little by little.

Just as the tea was about to fall to the bottom of the cup, Angers glanced at Lin Yuan out of the corner of his eye.

His grey-blue eyes were filled with astonishment.

In this area where even the air seemed frozen, he noticed that Lin Yuan had slightly tilted his head and met his eyes.

Ange's heart trembled.

Throughout the long past, no one has ever been able to retain consciousness within his time domain, or even observe his actions.