A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 53 47. Ghosts and ghosts

"Okay, you go back and tell him that if you want me to help, just come to see me in person and send a little girl over. There is no sincerity at all."

"yes…"

When Treya came back to her senses, there was no trace of the man in front of her. Only the cup of warm coffee on the table was left to remind her that this was not a dream.

"Oh, by the way, it's true that I want you to be my maid. My family happens to be short of a maid. As for the price, you can decide by yourself. I'm always welcome here..."

Hearing this voice, Treya turned around in surprise, but there was no one there.

…

In the afternoon, the sun shines on the desk through the dome glass. There are two cups of strong coffee and a plate of pink cake on the table.

The silver-haired old man was enjoying his afternoon tea. Of course, such a pink and tender cake was not suitable for his age. It was prepared for the frightened little girl in front of him.

Kassel College, the principal's office, separated by a quaint desk, Thereia and the old man with a resentful face sat opposite each other.

Although the Headmaster's afternoon tea was an honor, she was not at all happy because she had failed to complete the task, although that was not entirely her fault.

"Eat some cake to calm down, or maybe a cup of coffee? This is the white coffee I brewed myself. It should be to your liking, little girl."

The silver-haired old man was drinking coffee. The crisp black suit highlighted his tall and tall figure that was not suitable for his age. The monocle on his right eye, which had not changed for a hundred years, gave him a bit more of a gentleman.

Hilbert Jean Angers, the current president of the Cassel Academy, is also a highly respected dragon slayer, for no other reason than his recognized power.

"No, principal, I want to know more what kind of monster you want me to fool." Treya handed the report to the principal. Of course, if the person asked him to pass it on, she would not write it in the report. , this is against the rules.

"Thank you." Angers took the report, "Actually, I never thought you could really bring him back. This was just a test."

He did not open the report because he knew there would be no useful information in it. Compared with this vague information, the feelings of the parties involved will be more intuitive.

"Tell me what you think of him first." Angers put the report aside.

"I can't understand, I can't figure out what he's thinking at all. I don't even know if he's joking or telling the truth." Treya frowned as she recalled, "But, he has a strong background in China, and as soon as I landed , he found me. This was the fastest mission I ever executed, and of course it failed quickly. And his bloodline is also very strong!"

"Oh? Bloodline?" Angers raised his eyebrows. In his memory, this man didn't have much bloodline. It seemed that testing in advance was indeed necessary.

"Yes, I have never seen eyes like that. It even makes me have no intention to resist at all."

"I understand," Angers looked up at the dome, as if he was recalling something, "Speaking of which, it's hard for you. Don't worry, this mission will not be considered a failure for you. After all, that person is in China, but the emperor A general existence.”

"Emperor? There is still an emperor in China in this era?" Treya was shocked.

"Of course not. He never said that he was the emperor, and few people would understand the hidden truth." Angers shook his head. He was a tyrant who led troops to kill across the entire border. In this world, there are probably only people like him. As an old monster who has lived long enough and is always paying attention to the trends in China, he can think that the ghost who once wore a mask and this young man are actually the same person.

"Okay, I just got back from the mission, go and rest, this matter has nothing to do with you anymore." Angers sighed.

"But the principal, he asked me to bring you a message." Treya tilted her head.

"I can probably guess that after a while, I will personally go to China."

"All right…"

Treya stood up and left the office.

…

Knives and wine are the best tributes to worship the ghost.

Angers was carrying a folding knife and a jug of fine wine, both of which he had brought from the manor.

As soon as he got off the plane, he took a taxi directly. He looked like an old man who came to visit relatives from afar, carrying gifts in his hand.

The place where we got off the bus was a very ordinary residential area, so ordinary that it was easy for people to ignore it.

There are very few people here, and the houses are all short and single-family houses. Even during the peak hours of commuting, you don't see too many pedestrians on the road. Although we are in a big city, this place looks like a street in the countryside.

Between two houses, to be precise, between one house and a taller building, there is a yard with old trees. It is strange here because most of the surrounding buildings have been rebuilt, and This courtyard seems to have been forgotten in a corner by time.

There is a simple gate in the yard, and the wall is not high. It stands to reason that anyone passing by here should be able to see this incompatible mansion and be curious about it. But the strange thing is that no passerby will. He cast extra glances, as if this mansion should be here, as a matter of course.

Angers pushed open the door hesitantly. He saw the coffin placed in the center of the courtyard and a black spear stuck on it. But there seemed to be no unnecessary surprise in his eyes.

He just walked in naturally. From the perspective of people on the street, it was as if the old man had never appeared and the door had never been opened.

He passed by the yard and walked into the room. He didn't even knock on the door, but just sat next to a young man in the room.

"It's very rude to come out of nowhere and disturb others while they're eating."

The boy held the bowl in his hand and did not stop eating just because there was one more person around him.

He just sat in front of an old table with a few ordinary home-cooked dishes on it.

"Sorry for coming uninvited." Ange said with a smile, but there was no apology on his face.

"Do you want me to treat you to dinner?" Xuan Hao tilted his head.

"Is it okay?" Angers was a little surprised.

"If you're used to eating simple meals," Xuan Hao pointed to the rice cooker next to him, "Here, prepare your own food over there."

"..." Angers was stunned.

"If you don't want to eat, just shut up and wait until I finish." Xuan Hao continued to eat.

"clatter."

Angers put the wine on the table.

"Huh? Oops - it's been a long time, little brother Ange, eh? Did you bring such good wine? Ouch, oops, you are so polite, so polite." Xuan Hao changed his face faster than he could turn the pages of a book. .

Ange sighed and looked at the young man who opened the wine bottle in front of him, wondering what he felt in his heart.