harleyscars Chapter 275 A traitor was found in Kassel
Chapter 275 A traitor was found in Kassel
Chapter 275 A Traitor Has Been Found in Kassel
"ill."
For such pretentious criminals, Ron never planned to pay attention to them. They got [-] to [-] yuan each, but he couldn't bear a slap. After the beating, he would hold your leg and call for medical expenses.
If he didn't have time to take care of them, Ron might as well pamper the pandas and wrestle with Gun Gun after eating hot pot.
Ron, who left these two words, turned around and left without any intention of staying. This decisive action made the cool gray-haired man pause slightly.
"You're going to be in trouble, a lot of trouble."
"You want to trouble me?" Ron now had a smile on his face, "Come on, let's have a life-threatening duel in the martial arts arena?"
"No." Fingel waved his hand, "I'm not the one who troubled you, but if you don't do something, trouble will definitely find you."
"You are dangerous, I want to help you."
But Fingal's expression didn't look like he wanted to help Ron as he said in his words. His stern expression didn't change at all, and it was full of cruelty.
"Arrogance and instigation are not what a guy who wants to help others should have. You can't even be considered arrogant."
These words, which were very contradictory to the appearance, made Ron a little interested. After all, there are very few cases in this world where an idiot who is not online can become an elite and represent the school in competitions.
"I can't change it, I'm used to it." Fingel said lightly, but added after a short pause: "I really can't change it."
He was explaining seriously, but he said it in a cold tone. If this was a perfunctory deception, then nothing could be worse than this.
Ron hesitated for a moment, then turned around calmly.
"Do you like hot pot? I'm hungry."
He walked forward on his own, and the gray-haired man followed Ron silently, not too close or far away.
They crossed the lakeside of Ningguang Lake, walked into this ridiculously named bamboo forest, and came to the outside of the billowing bamboo house.
The deafening snoring made the bamboo house tremble, and the unicorn playing on the grass was having fun with the two little dumplings. There were circle bears and all kinds of strange and unrecognizable magical creatures beside them. When Ron and the others arrived, they immediately dispersed.
I found an iron pot without tooth marks from the billowing house, followed a few catties of hot pot bottom material that he made himself, carried a few fat chickens in the woods, hunted two circled bears, and then planed dozens of catties Sliced bamboo shoots.
It only took 15 minutes for the nimble Ron to complete all the preparations. The snoring of the rolling bamboo house stopped suddenly, and he just woke up.
"Okay boy! You actually stole my hot pot base and circle bear!"
"Eat, eat, eat, there are bowls and chopsticks for you." Ron rolled his eyes, and he still didn't know what was wrong with Rolling Roll.
"Meet new friends?"
Rolling chopsticks picked up one-third of the pot of meat slices, rolling them in the sauce and stuffing them into his mouth, he was so satisfied that he said wow!
"I don't know him, I just met him, and he said he was coming to save my life."
Ron shrugged and picked up the remaining half of the meat in the pot, and Seid's cheeks were bulging like a hamster.
"Yes, indeed."
Fingel also stretched out his chopsticks in a dignified manner and picked up the last third, filling it up in one bite.
But the chat did not continue, only the gurgling sound of the hot pot boiling and the chewing sound of the sliced meat. The three big foodies competed silently, and in just over an hour, the two adult circle bears After being eaten by them, only water and bones are left.
"Sleep and sleep, the weather is really nice today."
Gun Gun patted his belly to get up, pulled a bamboo recliner and leaned it up, and the dangling snoring sounded again.
"I'm full, so let's talk about it now, who wants to trouble me?"
"An avenger, an avenger who has been looking for dragons tirelessly for more than 100 years, but is looking for an avenger with deep-rooted hatred."
"He is my principal, Hilbert Jean Angers."
"But he hasn't noticed anything wrong with you yet. He thinks you are a mixed race like us."
"After all, there are many mixed races in the world, but Kassel College can't recruit them all. There are many examples like you, so he won't be suspicious of you for the time being."
"But if there is no reminder, you will definitely be discovered by him."
"I know you are not a hybrid, you are a dragon. Although I can't tell which dragon blood you are, you are definitely not a hybrid like us."
"The limit of human beings is that they can only use two paragraphs of speech at most, but you have broken this limit."
"But if you haven't lost your mind and turned into a non-human non-dragon alien, a puppet deadpool driven by the Dragon King, then there is only one answer."
"You are a dragon, so you are the one who must be killed by Principal Ange, and there is no room for maneuver."
"Kassel College is a dragon-slaying professional school with the lifelong goal of hunting dragons"
"Oh! Let me just say, why are you so familiar!"
Ron slapped his thigh and suddenly realized.
"I heard from my teacher that there is a place in the United States where dragon-hunting neuropaths gather. It's called Cassel. He told me before that, don't be discovered by those idiots, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Even though Fingel's face was cold and stiff, as if he was paralyzed, his eyebrows twitched fiercely at these words.
"Who is your teacher?"
"Nicole May."
Fingle fell silent for a while, but after a long time, he still spoke slowly: "The dragon that Principal Angers wants to kill, your teacher can't be by your side all the time."
"Then why did the dragon slayer start to cover up the dragon?"
Ron asked with a smile, can this be regarded as a traitor in Kassel College?
"Why slay a dragon?" Fingal asked a question, asking Ron, but more like asking himself.
"Is slaying a dragon really a righteous thing? So far, I can't see how hateful the dragons I killed and wielded the sword are. On the contrary, the hybrids are full of too much evil."
"In the history class, I learned about the origin of the hybrid race. Humans yearn for the power of the dragon and for more powerful power. They launched their own female compatriots as containers for the dragon's blood, but the high-purity dragon's blood will only let Those who were sacrificed died painfully, and none of them survived."
"The successful ones have become today's hybrids. Unlike other wizards who have inherited dragon blood and obtained magical affinity, as hybrids, because of the high concentration of dragon blood in our bodies, we have become half-humans." Different from the dragon."
"The sorrow of blood has been with us all our lives. In the past, I always thought that slaying the dragon would be the support for me to make up for the emptiness in my heart, but now."
Fingel picked up a twig and poked the bonfire once and for all.
"What is the real deep hatred between Long and I?"
"Instead of chasing after the remaining traces and blood of the Dragon King, why don't I spend my time on other things I like more?"
"You're the first one I've seen. Sorry." Feeling that he had slipped his words, Fingel stopped in time and apologized to Ron.
"I have never met the Dragon King before. I heard that Principal Ange met him a hundred years ago. I have killed many dead servants and faced many monsters, but those are all aliens who have lost their human form after all."
"What life and death enmity do dragons and hybrids, or humans have?"
"If you are a dragon, can you tell me why?"
"Dragon and people."
Ron lay down on the chair and spoke with some sighs.
"In fact, there is a deep hatred, the kind that cannot be resolved."
"It's just not the same as what you just said. This hatred is one-sided. It's the dragon's hatred for humans."
"I don't know the details, but what I know is that the giant dragon was slaughtered by the wizard and other allies as a defeated one, and buried in the dust of history."
Ron saw a hint of disbelief on Fingal's face.
"At that time, the United States had not yet appeared. You forgot that your earliest colony was actually England? You can't expect to find any serious historical records. I don't guarantee that the things you can see have not been modified. of."
"I'm not American, I just went to school there, I'm German, but Durmstrang sucks, that's what my dad said."
"And Hogwarts?"
"Professors die every year, it must not be a good school."
After hearing this, Ron rubbed his teeth a little speechlessly. This fact is really heartbreaking.
"What about Beauxbaton?"
"Frozen shoulder, I can't lift my arms."
Seeing Fingal's expressionless complaints, Ron suddenly felt sympathetic. How could such a good boy be turned into a cold face paralyzed by that crappy school?
The idea that Kassel was a gathering place for mentally ill, dragon-slaying lunatics became more and more ingrained in his mind.
"So, you mixed races, and human wizards, actually don't have any hatred for giant dragons. Wizards are the winners. The giant dragons have disappeared and the clan has been exterminated. Now there are indeed some traces left by the giant dragons. But what storms can it cause?"
"Maybe they were the overlords of the past, and the dragons were terrifying war machines, but they have all disappeared now."
"Only the giant dragon has hatred for human beings. We have no hatred for him. Because we have revenge, we have already avenged it. What do we want to do if we are all exterminated?"
"By the way, I need to tell you one more thing. Although I flow with the hot red dragon blood, the dragon blood flowing in my body is only the power driven by me."
"I am not a dragon king. Although I can use the power of the red dragon, I have never abandoned it, nor have I lost my identity."
"Why don't you think about it, think about it, and study it, why can I control [-]% pure dragon blood for my own use, but you can't?"
"Why am I a wizard and you are half-breed?"
"Kassel's dragon slaying, what exactly did he kill?"
"In this world, is there really a dragon king alive?"
"Aren't you a dragon?"
Fingal interrupted Ron, who seemed a little excited at the moment.
"Can you control [-]% dragon blood?"
"It's true, I'm a human being, but I can use the power of the dragon for my own use."
"I want to see."
Fingel stood up and stared at Ron's eyes, then took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of gray-blue eyes, but almost instantly, the eyes turned into dazzling golden yellow, and it was the golden pupils in his eye sockets combustion.
"Okay, but be careful"
Ron looked back calmly, a phantom-like but real flame ignited in his blue eyes, and when he blinked lightly, the red dragon pupils replaced the original clear lake blue eyes.
(End of this chapter)