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

The bell tower of Kassel Academy rings three times a day. The first time is the wake-up bell, the second time is lunch time, and the third time is the end bell of the last class of the day.

In the morning when white doves were flying, the sun split through the dim dawn and reflected the halo of dew on the Bermuda lawn. Lin Nian walked on the cobblestone path to the sound of bells and Fingel, who yawned endlessly, and ran from the mountain into the red school of the college. The squirrel hid in the green forest and looked at the new faces.

"To be honest, I haven't heard the morning bell for a long time. When I got up, I thought it was noon." Fingel said with a yawn. He received a notice from Norma this morning. He was responsible for taking care of the dormitory students. Lin Nian went to the gymnasium for a physical test. Yesterday's dormitory allocation conspiracy was immediately exposed. After finishing being a mule, Fingel had to be a wise old horse.

"Is there anyone in the bell tower who rings the bell? I heard that the interval between the second and third bells is two seconds different from the third and fourth bells." Lin Nian turned to look in the direction of the bell tower.

"Junior brother, you have a very good ear, but why would you notice such a detail? There is no soul in ringing the bell automatically. The bell tower of Kassel College is all manually struck. If the bell is delayed, it is probably because the vice-principal is drinking while ringing the bell. The two-second pause was the time it took for him to pour whiskey into his mouth." Fingel stretched hard, and his huge frame made a clicking sound under his strong skin.

"The vice principal is still responsible for ringing the bell every day?"

"He lives in the Bell Tower. Usually you can only see him on the forum. He is also the top administrator of the forum. At most, I am just working for free under him."

"But drinking alcohol early in the morning is bad for your health, right?" Lin Nian tactfully expressed doubts about the quality of life of the leadership of Kassel College.

"Don't worry, instead of worrying about the vice-principal's health, you should worry more about your tutor's blood pressure. Recently, alchemy items were stolen from the ice cellar, which made Professor Manstein so angry that he almost took a beating - Oh, let me tell you a little secret by the way, our college The vice-principal is actually your tutor's biological father, what about it, surprise, surprise?" Fingel raised his eyebrows.

"How old is the vice-principal?" Lin Nian was stunned for a moment and thought of Manstein's shiny bald head and mustache. He looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. The vice-principal of Kassel College was actually Is it Manstein's father? How old does a vice-chancellor have to be to still drink whiskey every morning when the bell rings?

"I don't know, but every time someone asked him about his age, he would pretend to press the brim of his cowboy hat and say something like: A man's age is like wine, the older it gets, the older it tastes, and the more women drink it, the more drunk they become. But I do. I can tell you that our principal is over one hundred and thirty years old and is still alive. You can use the principal's age to calculate the vice principal's. I heard that they are close friends." Fingel tugged on his collar to resist the slight morning breeze. Cool mountain breeze.

"The principal is more than 130 years old and has not retired? At this age, he can only work in a wheelchair, right?" Lin Nian was shocked by this number.

"Due to blood, a mixed race like the principal will basically have nothing to do with diseases in his life. If he dies one day, it will definitely not be because of coronary heart disease or cerebral infarction. The most likely reason is that he lost his footing while slaying a dragon. Either dead or so old that all the body parts are rusty and unable to move." Fingel bent his right arm, his biceps bulging out of his school uniform: "The current one hundred and thirty-year-old Principal Angers He is still strong and strong, and like me, he is a good man with a horse on his arm!"

Lin Nian tried hard to imagine a 130-year-old man who was as strong as Fingel, but no matter how he thought about it, he could only think of the mummy mother in a wheelchair that SpongeBob met when he was selling chocolates.

"Okay, in fact, if your bloodline is as good as Professor Manstein said, then basically you can live to the age of the principal and swim back and forth in the Chicago River." Fingel patted Lin. Nian's shoulder squeezed his forearm again and said, "Of course, if you want to achieve the second point, you have to keep exercising every day. Junior brother, I can see that you have practiced so much now."

"I studied kendo for a few years for self-defense, and occasionally participated in exhibition matches and worked to make a living." Lin Nian explained.

"Oh? Then you can major in swordsmanship in your cold weapons course. If you have the basics, it will be easy to get full credits in the first school year." Fingel said.

"The academy also has a cold weapons course?"

"Of course, but it's collectively called physical education. Other schools test one thousand meters, pull-ups, and lung capacity. We test bare-handed combat, cold weapon melee combat, and wilderness survival. Since you have a foundation in kendo, I suggest you choose Bajiquan for bare-handed combat. Or Barou.”

"This course is really a professional dragon-slaying academy, but does the person who arranged the course expect us to use physical skills to subdue the dragons? It's hard for me to imagine a student using a chokehold or a crossbar on a behemoth more than ten meters high." Lin Nian expressed doubts about this. .

"Actually, most of our enemies are not real pure-blooded dragons." Fingel shook his head and said, "Of course, bare-handed combat is used to deal with enemies of the same size as us."

"You mean people?" Lin Nian paused.

"It should be said that they are dangerous hybrids." Fingel turned back and glanced at Lin Nian: "The college always misses some hybrids hidden in normal society. There are many dangerous elements among these hybrids. It is also one of our responsibilities to deal with them.”

"That's killing people." Lin Nian said.

Fingel also stopped in his tracks, as if he realized that his topic had gone too far and he had said something in advance that he shouldn't have said. He scratched his chicken coop-like hair and felt a little confused on his face: "You can't say that, those who have lost their minds. In a sense, hybrids can no longer be called humans. What they have done has greatly threatened human society, and we can only get rid of them or take them into custody."

"Senior brother, have you ever killed anyone?" Lin Nian asked softly, following Fingel's footsteps again.

"Me? No, I haven't graduated yet." Fingel said: "Most of the killers with blood on their hands are in the executive department. Mandy must have told you that our college is responsible for distribution, right? After graduating from senior year You can choose to work in the Execution Department, and you should know what that place does by listening to the name."

"So the war with the Dragon Clan and other things can only be learned after graduation?"

"In fact, to be precise, you should still have the opportunity to experience the feeling of war before graduation." Fingel hesitated and said, "The predecessor of Kassel College was the secret party and the secret service headquarters. Later, because of the original few The members of the school board of directors decided to take the path of running a school after having innovative ideas. But to put it bluntly, the iron-blooded beliefs held by both the secret party and Cassel College are the same. Therefore, in order to make the freshmen feel the heavy responsibility on their shoulders, The college will regularly send first-year freshmen on a mission. Most of the missions involve hunting down dangerous hybrids. The freshmen are responsible for a series of tasks such as lookouts and sentries, where they can observe the execution of the enemies by the commissioners of the executive department in a safe place. In this way This will allow newborn babies to quickly and directly appreciate the cruelty of the war between hybrids and dragons."

"It's quite interesting. Senior brother, have you ever considered joining the execution department after graduation?" Lin Nian asked, looking at the rough man beside him who was half a head taller than him but with a listless look on his face.

"That's for sure. I think I was very successful back then, senior brother. Joining the Executive Department is the graduation direction of 90% of students. My dream is to join the Executive Department after completing enough credits and be assigned to the Cuban branch. I heard that there is crime there. The brothers who are on business trips are all driving in convertible cars, with a beautiful girl on her hip who can hold a goblet in their arms, holding a cigar that the beautiful girl just rubbed out of her thigh in her mouth, holding the steering wheel in one hand and a handbag in the other. The Desert Eagle is so sexy!" Fingel's tone was full of expectation and piety.

Lin Nian suddenly felt that if every student who graduated from Kassel College was like him, human history would probably be over long ago.

While they were chatting, the two of them were almost at their destination. Even if they looked up on the forest path, they could already see the eggshell-like dome of the gymnasium. This is also a rare modern building in the college.

"The gymnasium is right in front, senior brother, I will send it here." Fingel suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Fingel, do you have classes in the morning?" Lin Nian turned around.

"No, it's just that I was full during breakfast, and now I feel like squatting on the toilet." Fingel covered his stomach and felt embarrassed.

"Thank you, senior brother, for leading the way." Lin Nian nodded, and Fingel immediately ran away.

After walking the last path alone, Lin Nian passed through the forest and saw the main entrance of the gymnasium. Professor Manstein and a tower-like man were standing there waiting. When he saw Lin Nian coming out of the path, he immediately waved his hand. He passes.