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Suddenly, a loud noise came from the bell tower in the distance. The bronze bell that had not rung for a long time began to shake. The sound of the bell resounded throughout the campus. The startled students came out of their dormitories one after another. They didn't even have time to put on their clothes. The boys wore cotton pajamas and the girls wore silk nightgowns. They stood in the cold wind at night with their arms folded, looking around. It seemed that they had heard more than just the sound of the bell. The freshmen were all at a loss, but Caesar and the students around him all looked up at the direction of the bell tower. A large group of white pigeons poured out from there, chirping in the air, circling and flying. There were no telling how many hundreds or thousands of them there were. The night sky of the entire Kassel College was covered with the white feathers of pigeons. Caesar stretched out his hand to the sky, and a pigeon landed on his finger. Then all the pigeons landed on the lawn. They did not look for food, but just cooed. The sound seemed a little sad in the night sky. Everyone lowered their heads, and someone lit a white candle and stuck it in the lawn.

When Lu Mingfei wanted to find someone to ask what happened, a calm and pleasant voice came from behind him, "Someone has left us."

"Who?" Lu Mingfei turned around.

What he saw was Chu Zihang's light golden pupils. The person who spoke to him was actually the president of the Lionheart Society. Chu Zihang lowered his head and stared at the white doves. "Every time someone leaves us, the night watchman will feel it and he will release the doves to express his condolences."

Chu Zihang looked down at Lu Mingfei, slowly revealed a smile, and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "I thank you too. If you hadn't figured out the map, more people would have left us, right?"

Lu Mingfei never thought that this senior brother could smile, and his smile could be called "good-looking". He also met Chu Zihang several times in Kassel College, and every time this guy had a blank expression on his face. The hardness on his face was different from that on Caesar's face. Caesar was proud, while Chu Zihang was indifferent to everything. Everyone who saw him thought he was thinking about something. God knows where he got so many worries from.

"You're not afraid of looking into my eyes, right?" Chu Zihang said again.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that Chu Zihang looked troubled because he always lowered his eyes, because those golden pupils that could not be extinguished would make people who saw them feel fear involuntarily. At this moment, the golden pupils were fully opened to Lu Mingfei, revealing a kind of enchanting beauty, but Lu Mingfei was indeed not afraid. Finkel said that the golden pupils would automatically trigger the word spirit named "Emperor" and make people in awe, but this had no effect on Lu Mingfei. He was just a little jealous in his heart...

"I've always hoped that there would be someone who is not afraid of my golden eyes. I hope you will join the Lionheart Club." Chu Zihang said slowly, "You will become the next president after me. I promise."

"Why?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Because the person who can succeed me must be someone who can rival me!"

Lu Mingfei was a bit amused. It was reasonable for Xian to be the president of the freshman fraternity, but wasn't the position of the president of the Lionheart Club, the leader of the oldest club in Kassel College, something Caesar had coveted for a long time but couldn't get? He wanted to say something bad, saying that Your Majesty has been so kind and I am ashamed to accept the throne. It is not easy to abdicate the throne, but Chu Zihang's expression prevented him from saying this. Chu Zihang looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, his expression was very light, but he was unusually serious, like a young and promising monarch who took every word he said seriously.

Chu Zihang was blinded by the wind, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Lu Mingfei stared at his back for a while, then suddenly reached out and slapped himself on the face.

"You act like a man who hates himself for losing his beloved woman because of doing something wrong," someone sighed behind him.

"Fingal, you didn't sleep like a pig, but came out to watch the fun. You seem to be a little sad about losing your companions. I have to re-evaluate your conscience." Lu Mingfei said unhappily, "I slap myself because I think everyone in this academy is as cold as ice and as cool as a rhino. Why do I, an 'S' level, look a little wretched in comparison?"

"Don't you say in Chinese that comparing yourself with others will only make you feel pissed off!" Finkel shrugged.

Lu Mingfei was already depressed and didn't bother to talk to him. He leaned against the wall of the library with his hands folded, and looked at the group of students who lit white candles. The candlelight gathered together like a group of fireflies. The girls gathered the light in their palms and bowed their heads to pray like nuns. Finger also fell silent, and leaned against the wall shoulder to shoulder with Lu Mingfei. Unknown music floated out of the campus broadcasting system, which probably sounded like a dirge played in a country church.

"It's so beautiful." Finkel suddenly said lightly.

"Are you talking about the effect of candlelight shining on girls' pajamas?" Lu Mingfei said.

"Your insight is comparable to mine." Finkel nodded vigorously.

"We are brothers." Lu Mingfei shrugged.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to say anything else and was lost in thought. He also thought it was beautiful. The candlelight shone on the girls' silk pajamas, making the pink and white pajamas translucent. Their bodies were as slender and beautiful as newly pulled out willow branches, but he felt vaguely sad. How many people were there in the middle of the lawn? A few hundred people, right? The hybrids of dragons and humans, with the abilities of dragons and the hearts of humans, fought for the future of mankind. It sounded so bloody and tragic. Everyone was unique, scattered among the crowd like aliens, inevitably sad, but when gathered together, there were still only these few hundred people, and if one left, there would be one less. This classical campus was the last castle for people like them, standing alone on the edge of Lake Michigan. When the last hybrid died, the fortress would collapse. But while there were still people living here, they had to keep working hard.

In fact, what would happen without this group of people? Would the dragon race be revived? Would a giant dragon land at the Chicago airport? Would the heads of state of all countries be replaced by the leader of the dragon race? Would humans become second-class citizens? No way? It sounded like a fairy tale. As Lu Mingfei thought about it, he began to imagine some strange things, such as a giant dragon landing at the Chicago airport with a suitcase and arms outstretched, and then walking out of the boarding gate by itself, or the G8 summit being held in China's Stone Forest, with a dragon in a suit sitting on each flat-topped stone mountain, and everyone discussing environmental issues while toasting champagne, and humans becoming inferior people, polishing the dragons' shoes on the streets... No, it's grinding their nails, holding a large grindstone and grinding and grinding breathlessly, and if they don't grind well, they will hit the customer on the head...

In fact, maybe a life of grinding toenails is more suitable for him?

He turned his head and found that Finkel had left without him noticing.

"I don't know who died." In front of the window on the second floor of the library, Manstein leaned on the windowsill and looked at the flickering candlelight below.

"I want to know too, but the principal seems fine, so the loss shouldn't be that big, right?" Guderian scratched his head.

Three Gorges Reservoir, Secondary Ship Lock, a black helicopter hovered in the air, the belly of the Moniach was exposed above the undulating water, it capsized when it fell into the water, the part above the waterline was soaked in the cold river water. The helicopter lowered the ladder, and a slender black figure descended with the ladder, holding a black umbrella to keep out the rain. He stepped steadily on the belly of the boat, with the glaring light of the helicopter behind him.

Mance reluctantly looked up at the shadow, raised his hand and greeted, "Principal."

The baby in his arms was crying loudly, and there was no sound of any other people except the endless storm. The others were fatally injured in the shock of falling into the water. The third officer curled up and held the baby in his arms, using his body to block the impact. When Mance woke up, he heard only crying, piercing the air.

Principal Ange walked over to Mance and squatted down, reaching out to press the wound on his waist. A withered yellow tooth pierced through there. The violent explosion was beyond the creature's expectation. A tooth broke and flew out. Mance's "Dustless Land" failed to stop it. Ange was already very old, but his hands were still strong and warm. Mance felt that life was slightly flowing back into his body, and smiled at the principal.

"It's just that his back teeth haven't grown yet. He seems to be able to keep changing his teeth like a crocodile. The front teeth are one meter long. If the key stabs me, I won't be able to hold on until you get here, right?" Mans said as he handed the principal two things in his hand. One was the baby, and the other was a rope that he had been holding tightly. The other end of the rope was tied to the copper pot that he had obtained with great difficulty, and now it was floating on the water.

"Mans, don't talk. The doctor will be down right away," said the principal.

"I don't have much time left. The doctor is of no use. I have to make my final report, just like the heroes in the movies." Mance grinned.

The principal nodded and said, "Let's start right away."

"I may have killed the Dragon King Norton. Judging from the way he chased us, his IQ is no less than that of humans. This copper jar was brought out from the bronze underground palace by our lost students Ye Sheng and Jiu De Ya Ji. I don't know why, but that thing looks very likely to be taken back, so it has great research significance for us. If you can get out of prison as soon as possible, you should organize manpower to search for the dragon's bones upstream of the reservoir. Maybe we can still extract its DNA. There is basically nothing else. I know I have an insurance policy that can airlift my body back to Germany..."

The principal looked around. Bright lights were coming from all directions. Some were from military helicopters, some were from patrol boats, and some were from the garrison approaching with dogs on the shore. They were surrounded, completely and thoroughly, in the sky and on the ground. Underwater, the belly of the Moniach emerged from the water, revealing the shellfish and seaweed attached to the bottom of the ship.

"You didn't kill the Dragon King Norton. I guess he was just a dragon servant." The principal pulled the rope to lift the copper jar out of the water, stroked the fine lines on the burned surface, and whispered, "I dedicate my blood and bones to the great prince Nidhogg. He is the supreme, powerful, and virtuous being who rules the world with destiny - Norton. The one inside is Norton, but it's just the bone bottle of Dragon King Norton!"

"Is it the dragon clan that helped Gongsun Shu?" Mans asked.

"We will know after we study it. When we get the answer, do you want to have it engraved on your tombstone?" The principal said, "You are right. Doctors are useless. There is a deadly poison in that tooth. The dragon poison is corroding your nervous system. You cannot be saved."

Mans smiled, his eyes gradually blurred, "Principal, why have we persisted for so many years?"

"Everyone has their own reasons, Mance. You know yours, so you don't have to ask mine."

"Goodbye. Say hello to Nuonuo for me. It's time for her to change her mentor." Mans slowly closed his eyes.

The principal took out the rose that was about to bloom from his chest, which he had put in a party in Istanbul a few hours ago. He placed the rose on Mance's chest and stood up holding the crying baby. The lights from all directions enveloped this lonely figure. The old man looked around expressionlessly, patted the baby's face, put his little head in his arms, and covered his head with a black umbrella.