Kassel Academy, the big clock building, the principal's office.
At this time, the principal's office was no longer the antique look that the students of Kassel Academy had in mind. The thick curtains controlled by " Norma " blocked all the light. At the conference table in the principal's office, which the students thought was just for decoration, there were six figures formed by virtual projection technology sitting beside the conference table.
One of the middle-aged men with a big belly had a serious expression on his face. He said to Angor,
" An artificial intelligence that surpasses the Norma algorithm. I'm sure everyone here has their own speculations. This is definitely not the inspiration of some genius. The development of pure technology could be predicted and looked forward to. This was the same for information technology because hardware was industrial technology.
Since it wasn't a natural product of science and technology, I had reason to suspect that it was a combination of alchemy, spiritual speech, and science and technology. As everyone knows, our Norma is like this!
I don't think a young man who lives in a small coastal city and has never been heard of internationally has the ability to create a miracle that surpasses ours.
Unless…"
The middle-aged man's expression was solemn, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a silver-haired old man with golden eyes that were like burning golden flames.
"Unless that man has a stronger alchemy skill. Only a product of a stronger alchemy skill combined with science and technology can be produced decades in advance, allowing the artificial intelligence technology that belongs to the future to be produced in this era!
The first thing that the man did after the appearance of his artificial intelligence called Dubhe was to invade the dark side of the world without any scruples and pry into the secrets of the entire world. This was the reason why we discovered his obviously more advanced artificial intelligence.
This was a reckless action and a mistake caused by the lack of information.
This only proves one thing…"
A young girl dressed in the clothes of an ancient European aristocrat said,"
"This only proves one thing. This man doesn't have any power behind him. At least, he doesn't have a power that understands us.”
The silver-haired old man only gave the girl an appreciative nod before continuing,"
"He doesn't have any power and doesn't understand us, but he has a higher level of alchemy than us. Haha, perhaps we should be more daring…"
The silver-haired old man's eyes burst with even more dazzling golden flames. It was the flames of revenge, and the majesty comparable to an Ancient Dragon poured out in the dark meeting room.
In the projection, a middle-aged man wearing a bicycle athlete's uniform suddenly laughed. He opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. His golden pupils were as bright as Angor's, and even through the light and shadow, they were still flowing with dignity. His golden eyes and the majestic aura in his eyes reflected each other. The other five people in the meeting also lit up their golden eyes. However, that wasn't quite accurate. At least, the man with a little belly who spoke first had golden pupils that were like golden cosmetic contact lenses that would simply shimmer. He was like a husky in a pack of wolves in the conference room surrounded by Ancient Dragons.
Hahaha, what a joke!
At least, that was what everyone else in the meeting room thought. As a rough old man in the light started to laugh wildly, the other six people, except for the belly-faced man, started to laugh wildly.
The belly-bellied man's expression was ugly. If he had turned around and left normally, although his status could not take revenge on the laughing crowd, he still had the status to leave with a flick of his sleeves. But today, there was obviously something important that made him sit there with an ugly expression.
The laughter gradually died down, and the rough old man's smile turned into a cold smile as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Blood gradually rose in his golden eyes, and finally, the golden flames turned into blood flames. The rough old man clapped his hand, apparently hitting his own table. The sound came from the holographic projection, interrupting the laughter of the entire audience.
Everyone looked at the rough old man, who laughed hideously."The Dragon King form that hasn't been completely awakened perfectly meets all the above conditions, right? When he was at his weakest, he had profound alchemy and knew nothing about the world's forces, let alone the forces of the mixed-bloods. If I'm not mistaken, this is the closest we've ever been to slaying a dragon in the history of the Secret Party!”
"Not bad! We can't lock onto him yet, so there's no need for us to alert him.
Everything will happen in three days. When his exact location appears, I will instantly use my folding knife to cut open his artery!”
Clang!
The broken saber was unsheathed, and a cold light shot out in all directions!
" Use the 'weapon' hidden in your freezer. If a stingy noble wants to eat meat, I will cut off his tongue!”
The folding knife was stuck on the table. A few people looked at the potbellied man playfully. The potbellied man's face darkened. He looked at the folding knife with fear and snorted coldly before turning off the projection.
As the potbellied man left, the others turned off their projections and left. Some nodded at the silver-haired old man to indicate that they were leaving.
When everyone turned off the projection, the conference room became dark and quiet again.
The silver-haired old man pulled out the folding knife that was stuck on the conference table. The old man stared at the golden eyes that were reflected by the folding knife and slowly smiled like a gentleman.
"Devil, you've heard the distribution. If I kill him directly, all the dragon corpses will be mine and yours. If I can't kill him directly and get them to interfere, even I can't guarantee the dragon corpses will be intact!”
Silence!
The silver-haired old man's mutterings were like he was really muttering to himself. It was a little strange, but something even stranger happened.
The silver-haired old man's folding knife seemed to have a life of its own. A voice came from the folding knife.
"Hilbert Jean Ange, you are indeed the avenger I chose. However, I have to remind you that the one you are facing this time may not be the Dragon King! After all, my script hasn't even started yet. How could there be an actor entering the venue in advance?
Hahahaha…"
The demon's wild laughter echoed in the conference room. The silver-haired old man, no, Hilbert, made Angor's face turn gloomy…
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