A red sun hung obliquely in the sky at an angle of thirty-five degrees. The twilight shone brightly, and the bell tower was coated with a layer of warm light.

Located on the bell tower of the chapel, the bell rang in the dusk, and an old man in black opened the door.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable living here? Listening to the bells all the time, it feels like I'm at a funeral every moment."

Angers calmly sat on the single sofa in the corner and placed the gift he had brought on the table beside him.

"The sparkling wine you asked for from the Champagne region. Get me something to drink."

This loft is directly below the clock tower. The sunny side is full of glass windows, and the entire wall of shelves is filled with DVDs of Western movies.

A messy bed, a huge projection screen, an alcoholic with countless empty bottles, and various fashion magazines with beauties in swimsuits or low-cut girls on the cover are all concentrated in this attic.

The mess in the house is worse than a student dormitory after a drunken party.

With Ange's aesthetics and the elegant custom-made suit he was wearing, he shouldn't have sat down in this shabby place.

But after he entered the door, he naturally occupied the most comfortable position in the room, which meant that he was familiar with this place, just like he was familiar with his own principal's office.

This is one of the few places in the world where he can feel safe.

Everyone has a few bad friends, and the sloppy old man who lives here is one of the few bad friends left in Angers.

"Get acquainted with the funeral bells, so that on the day I die, I will feel like I have returned home when I hear the bells." The night watchman groaned, "On a rainy day like this, please can you not dress like this?"

The mourners come to my place to hear the bells?"

Angers threw a recorder to him: "I recorded some interesting things. Let me borrow your stereo."

After the rustling noise, two voices spoke, one of them was Angers, and the night watchman narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Chu Zihang?" he asked in a low voice.

"Shh, listen to the story." Angers pointed to his lips, stood up and poured himself a glass of single malt whiskey, then huddled on the sofa and drank.

The room was quiet except for the sound of the stereo.

This is a fairly short story, and the storyteller has a steady, powerful voice with a deep voice.

During this period, Angers voice appeared and asked several questions.

When the recording ends here.

Angers stood up and turned off the recorder.

"This is a conversation I had with Chu Zihang a few days ago. I told him my story. In return, he also told me a story."

"Sounds like a bad story." The night watchman smoothed his hair, leaned on the back of the swivel chair, and let out a sigh of relief.

Ange said noncommittally: "I have been checking the information these days. The last intersection Chu Zihang saw was No. 000, but the elevated road starts from 001."

The night watchman nodded and said: "It means that intersection does not exist. Where is the Maybach? Have you found it?"

"Found it. In the wasteland outside the city, the car body was severely damaged, as if it was cut randomly with a laser cutter and spot welded with a welding gun. The location where the car was found is 15 kilometers away from the nearest viaduct."

Angers handed a printed copy to the night watchman,

"It drove there by itself. There were no traces of a trailer at the scene, and there were obvious ruts left on the wasteland."

"Where did the information come from?"

"When the file on 'Unknown Type of Crime' obtained by the school board in China passed through Schneider's hands, I asked him to secretly keep a copy."

"School Board?" The night watchman raised his eyebrows, "I thought you had completely ignored them over the years. Don't forget that we are a college now, not the secret party back then. The School Board should just be a row of portraits on the wall.

Why are they in charge of school affairs? Do they think they are the Presbyterian Church of the Secret Party?"

"Empty?" Ange smiled bitterly, "This is a bit difficult. Before, it was because of the ice incident that they had to compromise with me, but now it seems that their guilt over that incident only lasted eight years. Besides, we are not talking about campus now.

When it comes to politics.”

"Are you worthy of me talking about politics with you? You don't understand politics at all. Politicians have no guilt. They just think that eight years to appease you is enough." The night watchman shook his head and then looked through the file. "Others took over the car."

Where did it go? Was the place where the car was found the first scene?"

"The only fingerprints left on the steering wheel were Chu Zihang and his father. It must have been the two of them who drove the car there."

"That is to say, the first scene was the wasteland, where Chu Zihang encountered...Odin, the leader of the Nordic Arthur Clan? And he mistakenly thought he was on the elevated road at the time."

The night watchman swallowed the remaining ice cubes in the wine glass and chewed them slowly.

"A hallucination? A collective hallucination? Some kind of spirit that can cause hallucinations?"

"Maybe there are words of wisdom that can influence the young Chu Zihang, but his father..."

Angers paused.

Before he could speak, the night watchman raised his eyebrows and said, "I know, I know, his father is from the Beowulf family."

Ange said in astonishment: "Damn it, where did you know that?"

"My son told me that Chu Zihang has been adopted as his godson by Beowulf!" The night watchman said with pride on his face.

But of course his pride did not come from Chu Zihang, but from the fact that his dear son came to tell him this important news.

The father-son relationship that had been stalemate for many years had eased like an iceberg that had begun to thaw, making the old man extremely satisfied.

Angers glanced at the doghouse-like attic and teased: "Did Manstein look good when he came in?"

The night watchman scratched his messy hair and said awkwardly: "It seems a bit ugly."

Angers had a look on his face that he had already guessed. He pondered for a while and returned to the topic.

"Chu Zihang's father was the person chosen by Beowulf, and his speech spirit is also Time Zero. His bloodline may not be lower than mine. If he didn't realize that he was in an illusion...then the only person who can release this speech spirit is

The Dragon King."

"Odin is one of the Dragon Kings?"

"I don't know. If we deduce it from Nordic mythology, he is the god of justice, while the black dragon Nidhogg belongs to the evil camp."

Ange smiled bitterly and rubbed his eyebrows.

The school has always attached great importance to Nordic mythology, believing that Nordic mythology is the closest version of the major myths to the history of the dragon family.

In Norse mythology, Odin is the leader of the Æsir clan. He ordered his men to build the Hall of Valor and select the bravest warriors to fight against the coming Ragnarok. In mythology, Odin and Nidhogg are mortal enemies.

The school has never considered the possibility that Odin is also the Dragon King, and some professors are still die-hard fans of Odin.

It is precisely for this reason that buildings such as the "Hall of Valor" and "Odin Hall" were specially set up in the school.

Once it is confirmed that Odin is actually one of the Dragon Kings...

To be honest, I can’t say whether Angers had this in mind when he supported Chu Zihang in blowing up the Odin Hall that day.

If conditions permit, Angers would like to blow up these two places himself.

This is simply the biggest dark history of the academy in a hundred years. The academy whose goal is to slay dragons regards the dragon king hidden in myth as an "idol".

certainly.

If Odin's Dragon Bone Cross can be stored in the Odin Hall, then the academy will not be unable to accept the existence of the Odin Hall.

Professors who regard Odin as their idol will also be happy to meet the "idol" hanging on the wall.

"The God of Justice?" the night watchman sneered, "History is written by the victors. We didn't think so before because we never thought about the possibility that Odin was also the Dragon King. But if Odin is also one of the Dragon Kings,

Then the justice and evil here are thought-provoking."

Angers sighed: "Yes. If Odin is also the Dragon King, then Odin will no longer be the king of gods who resists fate, and Nordic mythology will become a history of dragon rebellion, just like "The Fragments of the Ice Sea"

Same as the white king recorded in."

He suddenly frowned and said, "Is it possible that Odin is the White King?"

"I don't know, everything is possible." The night watchman toasted and whispered, "However, if Odin is really the Dragon King who resisted the Black King, does the existence of Norse mythology mean that Odin won? History is determined by victory.

It couldn’t be written by someone else, so it couldn’t be that the Black King has a noble character and deliberately portrays himself as a poisonous dragon that only gnaws tree roots in the myth, so as to set off the majesty of his enemy?”

Angers was speechless.

This old guy is right. From this perspective, there are indeed many problems in Norse mythology.

"Let me ask you a question, what is the history of the dragon clan that we knew before?" The night watchman patted his belly, which could not be covered by his plaid shirt. It was full of elasticity.

"Is this an exam?" Ange pondered. "It was the earliest era when the Black King and the White King co-ruled. The White King rebelled, and the Black King nailed him to a copper pillar in the sea of ​​ice. Later, due to a special incident, humans killed

The Black King died and took over the world from the Dragon Clan. Humanity should have completely buried the Dragon Clan, but greed led to the birth of hybrids."

The night watchman suppressed a laugh and said, "Every time I hear you say such nonsense in such a confident tone, I can't help but laugh."

Angers looked helpless.

In fact... he also thinks that such a truth is nonsense, but this is indeed everything that humans have control over.

As an old friend said before, everything is possible because they know so little about the Dragon Clan.

Before last year, they were not even sure that the four monarchs had twins on their thrones.

They regard dragons as their enemies, but they don't even know the number of their enemies.

The history of the Dragon Clan was buried too thoroughly, as if there was a black hand that erased most of the traces of the Dragon Clan when the era of the Dragon Clan faded away.

Most of the remaining parts were worn away over a long period of time.
To be continued...