Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 667 You are no longer a tool (1)

Finkel and the returnees from the Greenland Sea stood in a row, waiting for Flamel's order.

He roughly guessed what was going to happen and also thought about how to deal with Flamel.

What is going on? Finkel really wants to tell Flamel: release Lu Mingfei from the ice cellar, and those families with evil ambitions will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Fingal, take your men to intercept them. There is no need to hide now. Let's make a final stand. This can be said to be the biggest crisis the academy has encountered since its establishment." Flamel waved his hand to send them away: "You are free, collect your weapons."

"Vice Principal... I remember the college has a nuclear bomb. Should we... use it?" asked Finkel.

Flamel's slightly depressed mood suddenly became excited, "Stop giving bad advice!"

"That's not a bad idea, Vice Principal." Finkel said, "Look, let's run away first, and then detonate the explosion when we are far enough away to kill those guys and the dragons in the ice cellar. Perfect, everything is solved."

"You're really smart." Flamel looked extremely speechless. "No matter how big the hybrid issue is, it can't beat the war between hybrids and dragons. This is a consensus. Whether it's the academy or the families outside, the goal is the same. Consuming the hybrids' own power will only benefit the dragons."

Flamel's story makes sense, but the nemesis of reason is the fist.

Fighter planes flew past outside the Hall of Valor, and the noisy sound hurt my ears. A huge treasure was dropped without any warning and passed through the barrier of the alchemical matrix.

There was a loud bang when it landed, and the earth shook.

If the academy's building was not strong enough, this shot would be enough to bury everyone in Valhalla.

Finkel supported EVA and stared at Flamel. There was no need to speak, and even if he spoke, Flamel couldn't hear clearly.

The tinnitus caused by the explosion lasted for a long time.

Silence is better than sound here.

Flamel rubbed his ears and immediately issued an order: "Everyone, replace the Frigga bullets with mercury bullets, and pull out all the heavy firepower. These guys are crazy, they have betrayed the secret party and violated the code of fighting between hybrids."

It is rare for mixed-race forces to get to the point where one side is on the verge of extinction. With the huge threat of dragons in front of them, everyone is clear about the main and secondary contradictions.

No matter how serious the conflict between the Eight Snake Families and the Academy was, it never reached the point where the two armies confronted each other. As for the question of whether Caesar and the other four were dead or not, Yuan Zhisheng was cautious and careful.

Angé went alone. The top leaders of the eight Sheqi families held a meeting to discuss whether to kill Angé.

"Look, Vice Principal." Finkel asked, "Do you want me to bury the nuclear bomb now?"

"Get your weapons and go to the battlefield!" Flamel ordered, "Right now! Immediately!"

"But Vice Principal...I'm good at running away, not fighting," said Finkel.

"If you keep talking nonsense, just keep showing me the files!" Flamel said unhappily, "You are becoming more and more disobedient, Finkel."

Finkel remained indifferent.

Flamel glanced at the group of people in front of him, narrowed his eyes and asked: "I told you to get weapons to fight, didn't you hear me?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Finkel, waiting for an order.

"Go ahead, the vice-principal has spoken." Finkel said.

The crowd dispersed in an orderly manner. They were qualified warriors, and the years they spent sleeping in the Greenland Sea were just to accumulate and digest their previous knowledge.

Finkel was at the end, walking slowly with his head down.

"Fingal, you stay." Flamel rarely gets angry and is so serious.

A character like the cowboy only gets angry about things that matter to him.

He found that Finkel was very different from before, extremely different.

After returning from the Greenland Sea and bringing back the victims and the Leviathan's dragon cross, Finkel changed completely.

Before this, Flamel had only slightly sensed it, but now it was completely obvious.

He felt that Finkel was like a leader at this moment, not a tool.

If a leader is dejected, his followers will still follow him even if they know they are going to fight a losing battle.

Finkel turned around and asked excitedly: "Vice Principal, are you going to change your mind? Where is the nuclear bomb? I'll bury it now!"

"Change your mind?" Flamel shook his head and smiled: "Sit down and chat for a while."

"No... the fighting outside is in full swing, and we are sitting here?" asked Finkel.

"Yes, sit down. I have something to tell you, so listen carefully."

"Okay." Finkel gave EVA a few brief instructions and sat next to Flamel with a lewd expression.

Flamel displayed the steadiness and composure of an elder and took off his cowboy hat, a sign of respect for a leader.

He also took out the revolver from his waist, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Finkel.

"What does this mean, Vice Principal?" asked Finkel.

Flamel said to himself: "You should be in court, you know? You didn't complete the task well, and you got involved with dragons."

"I know." It was the first time that Finkel saw Flamel show such an expression, which seemed to be regretful and heartbroken. "So you kept us in the ice cellar. You and Principal Beowulf didn't believe us."

"That's right." Flamel sighed, "It's also a helpless move. On the one hand, I'm worried that you really became traitors, and on the other hand, I think people like you won't lie to me. This can be regarded as a kind of protection for you. An organization that has been established for thousands of years is crumbling. Our goal is to end the history of dragons, and we firmly believe that dragons will be completely buried, but we didn't expect... If the problem of dragons is not solved, the internal interest issues can't be dragged on."

"It's normal, Vice Principal. There's a saying that a single win is not a double loss, not to mention that there may be dragons involved."

"Maybe, I still have a bottle of wine here. During the days when the old rogue was away, I hid in the attic of the principal's office or in the ice cellar all day, drinking in my spare time. The wine I stored is almost gone, and I was thinking of replenishing it when the old rogue woke up." Flamel took out a square little wine pot from his trouser pocket.

"After we finish talking and drinking, I have to run away with the Dragon Cross and Ange." Flamel informed.

"Okay, Vice Principal. Don't worry, we will do our best to delay you, and when the time is right, we will retreat. You don't have to worry about us, escaping is my strong point."

"Why don't you tell me the truth? Haven't you noticed that you have changed, Finkel?" Flamel handed the wine bottle to Finkel, "You are no longer a tool like before. You are now the leader of your small group. Do you know what kind of person can be a leader? One who has his own ideas. But you were originally a tool without ideas, a tool serving the Angers plan. What you hide is hatred for dragons."