If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"Short stick?" Lin Nian asked.

"Short stick." Masashi Toyama nodded.

The second piece of evidence was a short stick lying in the box, about 70 centimeters in diameter, with a smooth surface and a texture between gold and ceramics. It had no patterns or flaws and was so round that it made people want to think about it.

"Can I touch it?" Lin Nian looked at the stick and found that the two ends were not the same size. If he had to describe it, this stick was actually no different from a baseball bat, but the appearance was much more exaggerated.

"Absolutely not." Masashi Toyama shook his head: "Unlike the previous stone ghost face, this item is an out-and-out alchemy weapon and is extremely dangerous!"

"Does it also have some hidden mechanism?"

"Of course there is." Masashi Toyama nodded and walked to the side of the bookshelf to pull out a stack of white paper: "But we don't need to trigger its mechanism today, we only need to understand its basic characteristics."

Lin Nian looked at Masashi Toyama and handed him a piece of white paper and asked in confusion, "What is this for?"

"Have you ever heard of 'heavy sword without edge'?" Masashi Toyama said.

Lin Nian nodded and wondered why the style of painting suddenly changed from the magical werewolf of Leningrad to Jin Yong's martial arts.

"Put the paper upright on top of it and let go," Masashi Toyama prompted.

Lin Nian did as he was told. After letting go of his hand, the white paper fell vertically. The moment it came into contact with the short stick, something strange happened. The square white paper was "cut" in half by the short stick and fell on the On both sides, the fracture is extremely smooth without any stubble.

Blowing and breaking hair.

Lin Nian instantly thought of this idiom.

"This short stick is actually a sword, an extremely sharp alchemical tool!" Masashi Toyama said: "This is also the most dangerous of the three things I brought today, but if you don't touch it rashly, You won't get hurt - after all, danger is relative, even if I put a bread stick in the lockbox, you can still stuff it down my throat and choke me to death."

"If I catch him, will my hand be cut open?" Lin Nian asked curiously, looking at the golden stick.

"Maybe, maybe not." Masashi Toyama gave a very ambiguous answer, and then immediately explained: "This alchemical weapon was once stored in the academy's 'ice cellar' and was marked with other collections." "High risk" label, which first appeared in England in 1756."

"The period when the Seven Years' War broke out." Lin Nian now learned to answer quickly. Lin Xian opened his mouth slightly and told him the historical background first. Lin Xian could only look at him funny and shake his head.

"It is said that the craftsman who cast it was an English royal swordsmith. Fencing was popular in the British royal family at that time, so this weapon was born for fencing. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with the historical background at that time." Masashi Toyama said funny He said, making Lin Nian feel a little embarrassed.

"This is actually a short sword. The manufacturing process follows the traditional British sword-making techniques. The royal swordsmith was troubled by being defeated by his opponents every time he fencing, so he suddenly wanted to make an undefeated weapon. ." Masashi Toyama said: "If you want to defeat the enemy in fencing, you have to either lock the enemy with the tip of the sword or fling away the enemy's weapon. This swordsmith's idea may be a little biased. Compared with flinging away the enemy's weapon, it is more technical. To achieve victory, he wanted to directly and neatly 'break' the enemy's weapons."

"It's really imaginative." Lin Nian didn't know how to evaluate it.

"This sword seems to have no blade, but in fact all its contact surfaces are blades. Because its raw material is very rare, it is made from the tail vertebrae of a third-generation black dragon, so when it is made, it is given It has a sharp alchemical field, which cannot be expanded and can only exist in the sword itself." Toyama Masashi put down the sheets of white paper, and without exception, they were cut into pieces.

"Doesn't that mean no one can use it anymore?" Lin Nian asked doubtfully.

"Of course, otherwise it would still be sitting in the ice cellar and no one cares about it." Masashi Toyama nodded and said: "There was once an 'S'-level student who entered the ice cellar with Principal Angers and controlled this weapon. The reason is that he His bloodline was good enough to be recognized by the alchemy weapons. Later, they even discovered that this short stick was actually cast according to the specifications of a sword. When the purity of the holder's bloodline reaches a certain level, it can It will transform and reveal its true form.”

"'S' class student? Is he still in Kassel Academy?" Lin Nian was a little surprised.

"No, he graduated very early and now he has joined the Executive Department to search for Dragon Clan ruins all over the world. Maybe you can meet him when you want to join the Executive Department after graduation." Masashi Toyama said with a smile.

"It's impressive." Lin Nian watched Masashi Toyama close the black password box, and his eyes turned to the third box, but then he said: "Actually, the two items just now have almost convinced me of the dragon civilization."

"No, I believe this third item is the most convincing." Masashi Toyama shook his head and said: "After all, there is nothing more impactful than actually putting a dragon in front of you."

With that said, Masashi Toyama opened the third password box. When he saw the contents inside, Lin Nian opened his mouth slightly, showing a shocked look.

He couldn't help but be shocked, because there was really a 'dragon' in front of him.

Lying across the black lockbox is a cylindrical glass bottle filled with light yellow formalin. Sleeping in it is an animal about the size of a 3 or 4-year-old medium-sized dog. It looks like a lizard. The scales are dense and very beautiful, and there are folded membrane wings on the back that feel like tough canvas.

The animal was sleeping quietly with its eyes closed, its membrane wings and long beards fluttering in the formalin. It was like a baby curled up in its mother's womb, waiting for the day it was born.

"In India in 1796, we found 'him', a baby red dragon, but for some unknown reason it was swallowed by a giant python when it hatched. The locals killed the giant python to skin it and get its meat. They found him. They believed that they had offended the descendants of the gods and enshrined him in the temple. Fortunately, the secret party arrived in time. If it were later, they would have seen the village burned by dragon fire." Masashi Toyama looked at the glass. The eyes of the red dragon cub in the bottle are full of admiration and disbelief: "No matter how many times I see it, it still makes me feel magical. Look at these lines, scales and membrane wings, they are really a perfect creation!"

Lin Nian stood in front of the lockbox and looked down at the 'animals' in the glass bottle. He felt his heart beating very fast for no reason. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the body of the glass bottle. This action was not stopped by Masashi Toyama, because every time Personally, I would do this when I see this scene.

The room was extremely quiet, and everyone was admiring the perfect work born by the Creator. The red dragon cub was suspended in the formalin, and the tentacles around its mouth were floating as if rising among thin clouds.

"Can he still survive?" Lin Young asked in a low voice.

‘Of course you can! Noble things never pass away; death to them is just a long sleep under the ice. ’

Someone answered him, his voice was very soft, as if he was telling a beautiful fairy tale.

But Lin Nian's voice did not belong to anyone in the study.

Lin Nian suddenly woke up, a chill crawled from his spine to his neck. He took a step back and looked around with a confused look, as if someone wanted to hurt him, but there were only Toyama Masashi and Manstein in the study. Yin and Lin Xian were startled by his movement and looked at him.

"What's wrong? Has it been impacted? Don't worry, although it is not dead, it will not come back to life. Its awakening day should be in 2077. Maybe by that day, mankind will enter the cyberpunk era. "Masashi Toyama stepped forward to comfort him.

"Didn't you hear anyone talking just now?" Lin Nian asked. The sudden fright made him breath slightly and he looked a little excited.

"Who spoke? What did you say?" Manstein frowned and took a step forward to express concern: "No one in the room spoke just now, and you suddenly took a step back with an expression on your face that you had seen a ghost."

"Sister, did you hear that?" Lin Nian decisively turned to Lin Xian and asked.

Manstein was about to say something, but Masashi Toyama reached out to stop him, shaking his head slightly to signal him not to speak, just waiting for Lin Xian's reply when asked by Lin Nian.

Under Lin Nian's gaze, Lin Xian glanced at him inexplicably and shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anyone speaking. Are you hallucinating again?"

"Does he often have auditory hallucinations? Scientifically speaking, auditory hallucinations are caused by nervous exhaustion and uncoordinated work and rest. You just got off the plane and you are still suffering from jet lag. Maybe we need to plan a new work and rest schedule for him." Masashi Toyama said.

"It can't be that I just heard it wrong." Lin Nian took a deep breath to calm down. He felt that his heartbeat was slowly accelerating and his eardrums were bulging. At the end, he glanced at the glass bottle on the table and turned it away decisively. Headed.

Masashi Toyama immediately closed the lockbox and locked it again: "Your current condition doesn't look very good. I've finished reading everything. Let's stop here today. Professor Manstein, I suggest canceling his physical test in the afternoon and changing it to What do you think about it being carried out tomorrow?"

"Okay, I will notify the teacher on standby." Manstein stood next to Lin Nian, reached out and patted his back gently and said, "Are you feeling better? If it doesn't work, I'll take you to the dormitory to have a rest. .”

"What about my sister?" Lin Nian nodded slowly. He also realized that his body seemed to be in some unknown condition and needed time to recover.

"Your sister has been specially arranged by me to live in the staff dormitory. Teacher Masashi Toyama will take her there. The environmental conditions there are very good. As you said, because the dormitories have been allocated for your age, you can only live in the senior dormitory. Most of the senior students have gone out for internships, so there are a lot of vacancies in the dormitory.”

"Then I'll trouble Professor Manstein," Lin Nian said.

"Get along well with your roommates and don't fight." Lin Xian warned Lin Nian, standing next to Masashi Toyama and watching Lin Nian being taken out of the study by Manstein.

"You too, take care of yourself." Lin Nian looked back at Lin Xian, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to the password box on the table, and were eventually blocked by the closed door of the study.