Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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His status is on par with that of his supreme father, and he is destined to be the holy son of the dragon race, ending the old era and ushering in a new one.

If we devour him, the effect will probably be many times better than devouring my brother.

"Really?" The dragon hesitated.

"Of course it's true! Do you think I would lie to you, brother?" The girl put on a serious face; at least this time she didn't lie to the dragon.

"I believe you, sister. Please don't be angry, okay?" Seeing the girl's stern face, the dragon's eyes clearly showed panic.

The girl stopped crying and smiled, patting the dragon's head: "How could I possibly be angry with my brother?"

"Alright, brother, you watch TV first. I'll clean up here first, and then I'll show you the haul from our hunting trip."

The girl put her large backpack and suitcase on the ground, walked to the edge of the platform, picked up a broom, swept up the trash near the platform, and finally set it on fire.

Actually, there wasn't much trash here, not even much dust. It was mostly just some snack bags and drink bottles, and it was quite far from the dragon.

Although the dragon couldn't leave the rock wall, it could blow the trash far away with just one breath.

After a quick clean-up, the girl returned to the platform in front of the rock wall.

Several exceptionally large shipping containers were placed on both sides of the platform, filled with snacks and soft drinks that the girl had bought for the dragon, as well as DVDs, game consoles, and other gadgets for the dragon to pass the time.

The girl had stockpiled a lot of supplies when she returned last time, and many are still left today.

Next to several large shipping containers was a small bed and a wooden bookshelf, which was where the girl usually rested. She would occasionally come back to keep the dragon company for a while.

There were only a few books scattered on the wooden bookshelf. The girl had indeed read a lot of books, which were necessary for her to integrate into human society.

Most of the books that the girl once treasured were moved to containers, leaving only a few of her favorites.

Instead of books, dozens of photos, framed and arranged quietly on the bookshelf from top to bottom and left to right, are displayed in chronological order of their capture.

The people in each photo are always the same: a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a melancholy air, or just a boy and a girl.

The backgrounds of the photos are diverse, including classrooms, playgrounds, sidewalks in the rain, libraries, and train stations—all places near Shilan Secondary School.

The girl stood on the bookshelf, quietly admiring the photos on it. The dragon's head rested on the platform, tilted to the side, quietly admiring the girl's back and the photos in front of her. The old color TV, unattended, was still playing "Black Cat Detective."

The dragon was deeply impressed by the melancholy boy in the photo.

I remember it was a long time ago. My sister left for a long time, saying she had something very important to do and had to go far away. When she came back, she put those photos on the bookshelf.

The dragon asked, "Who is that human in the photo?"

The girl said that perhaps this was the prey she would hunt in the future.

My sister said that humans are very cruel creatures. They kill other creatures, even their own kind, with terrible things, and then use something called a camera to take pictures with their prey to show off their military achievements and glory.

So the sister said the humans in the photo were hunting targets, and the dragon believed it.

After gazing at the photos on the bookshelf for a while, the girl looked away, opened her large hiking backpack, took out ten newly framed photos, and placed them on the bookshelf in order.

Some new faces appeared in the new photos, but the only constant was that every photo featured either a girl or that melancholic boy, or rather, a man.

Two years have passed, and he seems to have matured a bit, yet he also seems to have remained completely unchanged.

"Is that human the treasure my sister mentioned?" the dragon asked.

"Brother, you're so smart!"

The girl's bright, starry eyes narrowed into crescent moons as she praised the dragon with affection: "I haven't even told you yet, but you guessed it, brother."

"Uh huh huh~"

The dragon proudly raised its head, letting out a thunderous growl from its throat, like a child in kindergarten being praised and given a little red flower by the teacher for answering a question correctly.

"My brother is so smart, it seems we should give him some rewards."

The girl reached into the large backpack again, frowning and pretending to rummage around. The dragon held its breath, its big dragon eyes fixed on the small backpack, anticipating the girl's reward.

"Ta-da! Egg yolk pastries from Baibingyuan!" The girl imitated Doraemon's tone, pulling out a box of pastries and holding it high.

It was two days before she left, and the boy and a few other friends bought it with her.

Although the boy said that Bai Bing Yuan's pastries were just so-so, not much better than other shops or other places, and the taste was pretty much the same.

However, the pastries from Baibingyuan can be considered local specialties and are easy to carry, making them suitable as gifts for elders and relatives. Most importantly, they can be paid for through Kassel's public accounts, so I bought a lot to give to the girl's parents and her intellectually disabled brother.

"Gudu~"

The dragon swallowed hard, its throat twitching slightly, and its huge nostrils flared slightly. Its keen sense of smell allowed it to detect an aroma completely different from that of potato chips.

The girl opened the packaging box, pinched out a piece of egg yolk pastry, opened her mouth and made an "ah" sound, indicating that the dragon should open its mouth.

The adorable baby dragon opened its blood-red maw, resembling a deep, dark cave with no end in sight.

The girl gently placed a small piece of pastry on the dragon's tongue. Only after the girl withdrew her hand did the dragon close its mouth and patiently chew the pastry, which was so small that it wouldn't even fill a gap between its teeth.

These things were hunted by my sister at great personal risk, from the dangerous human world; they can't be wasted.

The old-fashioned color TV, which was unattended, was still playing "Black Cat Detective," and after the end credits rolled, it would jump to the beginning of the next episode.

The logo of Shanghai Animation Film Studio flashed by, followed by the actual opening sequence of the episode. Black Cat Detective, wearing a police hat, had bright, piercing eyes. The subtitle of this episode, "The Mantis That Eats Its Husband," appeared below the title, followed by the theme song that almost every Chinese person knows.

"His eyes were wide like copper bells, shooting out lightning-like shrewdness."

Ears perked up like antennas, listening for any suspicious sounds.

……

Ahhh, Black Cat Sheriff, the citizens of the forest salute you!

Salute to you! Salute to you!

Chapter 97 Arrival in Kassel

The massive four-bladed propellers spun rapidly, generating updrafts, as the world-renowned Black Hawk helicopters weaved through the sunset, with scattered buildings and Lake Michigan visible through the portholes.

Gao Kui sat in the cockpit, staring blankly at the Apple laptop that someone had given him, the screen displaying his QQ chat with Xia Mi.

The girl's Haruhi Suzumiya profile picture had turned gray and hadn't been flashing for several minutes. The last message between the two was "886" from Natsumi.

Before this, the two had said "I'm not talking anymore" and "bye-bye" many times, but they still couldn't help but chat a lot after that, until the last time just now.

"Hey junior, let's take a group photo so I can upload it to the school forum to let them know we've arrived in Kassel."

Finger's fluffy head suddenly squeezed over, and without saying a word, wrapped his arms around Gao Kui's neck, and they took a photo together with their heads pressed together.

After taking the photos, Fingel glanced at Gao Kui's laptop screen again: "Chatting with Xia Mi? I have to say, junior brother, you're really crazy."

When we were at Fuzhou Airport, I asked you to call Xia Mi, but you didn't. I thought you were going to cut off contact with Xia Mi.

Now you're chatting with Xia Mi again, what's the meaning of that? Do you even like that girl? If you do, make your move sooner rather than later and establish a romantic relationship. Don't wait until she's heartbroken before you change your mind.

"Abusing your wife may feel good for a while, but winning her back will be a nightmare."

Ok?

Is there more gossip?

Sitting in the cabin as well, Chu Zihang, who had just taken off his headphones, quietly perked up his ears.

"I've always been sick," Gao Kui said expressionlessly.

Does he like Xia Mi? Without a doubt, he does. Who wouldn't like a girl who's like an angel? But, my dear, that's not love.

Perhaps it was because Xia Mi was too young, or perhaps it was because Xia Mi and he were too abstractly compatible, that Gao Kui could not find that sense of reality in Xia Mi.

There's a saying that goes something like this: what you like most isn't necessarily what suits you best. Of course, sometimes the two can overlap in the same person, but Xia Mi is an exception.

She may be the most suitable, but not the most liked.

Not wanting to discuss Xia Mi's issue any further, Gao Kui closed his laptop, turned to look out the window at the green mountains and Lake Michigan: "How much longer until we reach Kassel?"

Chu Zihang was greatly disappointed that he didn't hear any gossip.

"It'll be soon, less than half an hour of flight time left."

Fingel estimated the speed of the Black Hawk helicopter and patted Gao Kui on the shoulder: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you, junior brother. The principal sent a Black Hawk helicopter to Chicago International Airport to pick you up, and transported us to the school as soon as we got off the plane."

This treatment, wow, it truly vividly illustrates the stark class differences in Kassel.

Without you, ordinary students like us would have had to go to Chicago's train station and take the CC1000 to get to school, which would have added several hours to our journey.

However, the CC1000 train is also good, provided it's on time. I might take it sometime in the future.

Gao Kui was slightly taken aback: "Wasn't this helicopter sent for Professor Guderian?"

In addition to the four schools of Gao Kui, Chu Zihang, Chen Motong, and Finger, Guderian and Masafumi Tomiyama, who had been stranded in China, also returned to school this time.

The group first transferred in Fuzhou to Shanghai, and then flew directly from Shanghai to Chicago International Airport. During the journey, they booked first class tickets through the Kassel public account, which was extremely extravagant. After getting off the plane, they were put on a Black Hawk helicopter parked at the airport.

"You overestimate my abilities as an associate professor."

Sitting in the front row with Professor Masafumi Tomiyama, Guderian explained: "There are indeed many helicopters on the Kassel campus, but those are reserved for members of the Executive Headquarters who are carrying out emergency missions."

Apart from the executive committee members, only Principal Angers can call upon those helicopters when entering and leaving the school; all other teachers and students have to obediently take the CC1000 train.

We were able to board this helicopter mainly because of your connections, including the first-class tickets we had before. If you weren't here, with my authority, I could only reimburse business class tickets.

Principal Angers, I hope you arrive at the university in the best possible condition and as quickly as possible to begin your wonderful university life.

"Is the treatment for a Super A grade really that good?" Chen Motong asked.

"No, not really. After the reform of Kassel, the last Super A-level student was Genji, an exchange student from Japan. His treatment was not much different from that of A-level students."

In comparison, Gao Kui is somewhat special…

Guderian looked at Gao Kui, pondered for a moment, and said, "Gao Kui has many traits that are different from ordinary hybrids. These are qualities that Yuan Zhisheng does not possess, such as better adaptability, recovery ability, and some abilities that cannot be understood by common sense..."

Currently, the Super A-grade bloodline is just a conservative estimate. The principal may plan to raise Gao Kui's bloodline rating to S-grade after the 3E exam.

If this is the first S-class class after the Kassel reforms, then these benefits make sense.

Having figured this out, Professor Guderian was overjoyed. It was like the clouds had parted and the moon was shining brightly. The super A-level student had suddenly become an S-level student. How awesome!

"Can bloodline rating be improved? Or is it that even Kassel can't accurately assess the bloodline rating of a hybrid?"

Chen Motong keenly grasped the key point.

"There is no fixed value for bloodline, and Gao Kui has not undergone scientific bloodline testing, so it is normal for the prediction to be wrong."

Guderian shrugged, and seeing that everyone was quite interested in the topic, he cleared his throat and continued to explain: "The bloodline ranking in Kassel is a very complex thing, and it is not strictly determined according to the proportion of dragon blood."

Some hybrids with a very high percentage of dragon blood may not have a high percentage of effective or superior dragon genes in their bloodline, while some hybrids may have the opposite.