Chapter 53 College Classes

The bell tower of the academy rings three times a day. The first time represents the time to get up, the second time is lunch time, and the third time is the end of the last class of the day.

The person who lives in the bell tower and is responsible for ringing the bell is the vice principal——

"Automatic bell ringing is soulless."

Fingal said so, and Lu Mingfei agreed.

The bell for getting up today was a little later than yesterday. It may be that the vice principal drank whiskey and watched old western movies and was fascinated and forgot the time to ring the bell.

The first time in the morning is not a big deal. The students are more worried about whether the last time will be delayed like this.

When the bell rang, the three weeping angels of the Black Moon Hall had completed their daily 100-kilometer physical training.

Although Finkel kept shouting "Help me, I'm dying, captain, I beg you to stop and rest for a while, hum ah ah ah ah ah——", he didn't look like he was about to die of exhaustion, and his voice was full of energy.

As the principal said, this seemingly decadent mule horse is actually still an A-level hybrid with strong physical fitness.

"No wonder I'm the only one here these past few months. Your club's name is so childish, and you still do this kind of high-intensity training before dawn every day..."

Finger was eating grilled white sausages and boiled eggs in the cafeteria to replenish his energy lost early in the morning.

"We are a battle group, and only warriors are left."

Lu Mingfei took a sip of hot milk and savored the rich and delicious milk protein that slid down his throat.

Although it was a little less calcium, it was much more delicious than the liquid food mixed with ceramics and heavy metals in the past.

"Well, if I heard you say this before, I would have laughed out loud, but you do have a pretty impressive record now."

Fingal said, and then his face with a sausage in his mouth became depressed again:

"The old bitch of the principal! I wanted to hide well, and then suddenly rise up when the college is in trouble in the future, and make a big splash and make my junior brothers and sisters bow down to my jeans... but it was shattered just like that."

"Isn't this good? If there is something, just say it directly, instead of you and me playing riddles to each other."

"Tell me about the information you have investigated about the 'Emperor'. You are a top computer genius, and your daughter... uh, you should know a lot."

Lu Mingfei didn't want to joke with him, so he got straight to the point.

"'Emperor'..."

Fingal's expression became serious, and the bitten sausage fell into the plate:

"To be honest, I didn't find out more privately than the academy."

"The only clue is the ID of the 'prince', but after the transaction of the copper watch wreckage was completed, this ID was cancelled. At that time, Norma could only trace his last login IP address to Siberia."

"What about the two fallen hybrids?"

"Kreddy Brand and Taylor Donald? Now the guys in the executive department are trying their best to dig out their network of relationships."

"I don't need to repeat the route with them. I will continue to start from the hunter website."

Fingal said.

"By the way, check a place called 'Black Swan Port'... That place gives me a wrong feeling."

Lu Mingfei said.

While recalling the joy of saving people and the sense of security brought by the long-lost power armor, Lu Mingfei also noticed the heretic who knocked the clapper.

The annoying clapper sound was exactly the same as the one played by the speaker in the hospital, but in the dream, as an Astarte, he was not affected at all.

"Okay, leave it to me, Captain!"

Fingal patted his chest.

"I remember there are two practical classes today?"

Lu Mingfei turned around and asked Chu Zihang beside him.

"Well, two classes, Bajiquan and Battlefield Simulation."

Chu Zihang said.

"Then it seems that we can go back to Black Moon Pavilion directly."

Lu Mingfei had no interest in such practical classes.

He urgently needed a real battle like the one that night to purify the aliens to find his own strange spiritual power.

"But the first class is "Dragon Family Genealogy" taught by Principal Ange himself. I suggest that you should finish his class and then skip the remaining practical classes to go back to Black Moon Pavilion."

Chu Zihang reminded.

The former star top student of Shilan Middle School also said the word "skipping classes" lightly under the influence of Lu Mingfei.

But in fact, Chu Zihang thought that there was really no need to take such a strong practical class.

The teachers at your Kassel Academy are nothing more than former Navy SEALs or masters, and they are incomparable to Lu Mingfei, an angel of death who kills as soon as he strikes.

"Anger's class? Sure."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

He was also very interested in the other side of his hometown's history. In just a few thousand years of history, the dragon race, hybrids and humans wrote together.

If he hadn't read the textbook on the genealogy of the dragon family, Lu Mingfei would not have thought that many of those who left their names in human history were hybrids, and there were even dragon aliens.

Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, the textbook on the genealogy of the dragon family does teach these contents.

Principal Hilbert Jean Anger occasionally teaches this course a few times, and no one dares to be absent even once during his teaching period.

"...At the age of 12, Attila was sent to the Roman court as a hostage of the Huns, where he received a complete education and felt the call and awakening of his bloodline."

"And there I met Honoria, the sister of the future Roman emperor, but she was just a child at the time."

In the curved lecture hall, Principal Angers, with silver-white hair, strolled along the aisle of tables and chairs with a textbook in his hand.

He stood straight like a pine tree, with a crystal monocle on his right eye. His eyes, as sharp as the glasses, occasionally left the textbook in his hand and scanned the students in the classroom.

No one was talking or whispering in the classroom, only the rustling sound of writing notes.

Lu Mingfei listened very carefully, but did not plan to take notes.

He came with the mentality of listening to stories.

"In fact, Attila, the Hun king known as the 'Scourge of God', is a noble first-generation dragon, the 'King of Earth and Mountains', one of the 'Four Great Kings'."

"A simple question," Angers said with a gentle smile, "In addition to this 'King of Earth and Mountains', who are the other three kings born by the black king Nidho?"

This is indeed a very simple question, which was explained in the first lesson of "Introduction to the Origin of Dragon Civilization", and almost all students raised their hands.

Angers' eyes swept around and finally stopped at Lu Mingfei - but Lu Mingfei did not raise his hand.

"Student Chu Zihang, you answer it."

He kept his smile and looked at Chu Zihang, who was sitting next to Lu Mingfei.

"The King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Ocean and Water, the King of Sky and Wind."

Chu Zihang stood up and answered.

"Very good, all correct, sit down."

Angers smiled and nodded, and continued to read the story of Attila.

After Chu Zihang sat down, he suddenly heard Lu Mingfei ask softly:

"You said... Is it possible that the Odin we met is the incarnation of one of these dragon kings?"