Chapter 486, Blood and Flowers (6)

"I know you have an excellent girlfriend, but she has been with the academy from the beginning, so you don't have to be so nervous."

Just when Zhuo was feeling puzzled, Hilbert Jean-Anger, who just lowered his hand and slipped a folding knife from his sleeve, handed this specially treated alchemical weapon to the nearest person and walked closer with a wry smile.

By the way, this folding knife was inherited from Menech Cassel, who was Angers’ most trusted friend or guide. But perhaps out of habit, he was often seen never leaving his folding knife.

"I know that suddenly changing to a strange world will make you feel uneasy, and you were born in an ordinary family, so you can't just sit there and watch. The academy will not treat any student specially. The students here are all equal fighters, and no one can be an exception... But it comes from everyone. If there really comes a day when we can help, we will help."

"What……"

At this moment, one can appreciate the tenacity of Angers and Kassel College. Even though it is not said directly, Zhuo can feel a warm current slowly spreading in his heart.

I often hear people say: There is no such thing as a peaceful life in this world, it's just that someone is carrying the burden for you.

"Oh, kid, as the principal I can make an exception and apply for a couple's dormitory for you. I don't think your classmates will have any objection to it."

"..."

"Actually, it's because I don't want you to be unhappy... or rather, I don't want anyone to disturb my rare healing time."

"cure?"

"The students in the academy seem to agree that "How could this happen? The two strongest blood sorrows mixed together and disappeared. It's better not to disturb their sweet and sour atmosphere and feelings." "

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Zhuo couldn't help but give Ange a look that said "What is this guy talking about?", but it wasn't really his fault.

Hearing Ange's words and phrases that were very unlike his style, Zhuo's face twitched, while Ange, who said such inexplicable words, laughed as if he found it interesting.

"Ah~ Just think of it as you are loved by everyone. You can also say that everyone in the academy looks at you two with kindness."

"It means you have been watching us all along."

"Because you usually behave like this, you will naturally see it."

"That's not the point I want to make."

"No no no."

Instead, Ange gave him a look that said "You know what I'm talking about", and Zhuo couldn't help but purse his lips.

Zhuo couldn't remember anyone around him deliberately observing him.

Although he didn't remember, he might have been observed unintentionally or something like that, and was able to feel that kind of atmosphere.

(…Be careful.)
Otherwise, one day you might accidentally mess something up.

Seeing Zhuo remained silent, Angé chuckled and said happily: "As long as you feel happy." This made Zhuo feel even more uncomfortable, and he pursed his lips a little more tightly than before.

"Are you trying to say... that Zero deliberately revealed my whereabouts and has been acting in accordance with your plan all along?"

"Utsunomiya...we don't have a plan..."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Not to mention that Ange's meaning was to admit from another perspective that the reason why he had to face the fully armed secret party was because of Zero's result.

Why would Zhuo doubt someone he spends every day with, and trust someone he just met, who is not even a friend? - This is what Zhuo thinks. Whether it is leaking his whereabouts or Ling is being insincere, Zhuo will not believe these two possibilities.

And Ange slowly shook his head and looked at Zhuo with a gentle expression.

"As long as you feel happy, it's fine...it doesn't matter where it comes from."

"……I do not believe."

Even though Zhuo's face was gradually revealing anger, Angé still stood there and stared at Zhuo, with no intention of taking back the folding knife or explaining anything.

How could he be provoked? Zhuo didn't know whether Ange knew about Zero. His memories were too vague. At this point, he could only have the vague impression that "Kassel Academy participated in the capture of Zero". The specific situation didn't seem to be explained, or maybe Zhuo didn't remember it. In short, it was impossible to determine the situation between Ange and Zero.

Even so, Zhuo knew that Ling's position would not be on the side of Kassel Academy.

So whether from an emotional or rational standpoint, Zhuo was shaken by Angers words that were full of responsibility and enthusiasm, but he did not intend to doubt Zero.

"Hehehe——"

It was as if it was responding to the direction of Zhuo's heart.

The sudden sarcastic laughter entered his brain, and Zhuo was frightened, but he didn't see anyone even if he turned around immediately. If we use an analogy, this obviously sarcastic laughter was like suddenly appearing in his mind - this incredible and somewhat memorable situation made Zhuo naturally think of Zero.

"Lu Mingze, it's you... This is different from what we agreed on."

Even though Zhuo knew that his behavior would be seen as strange by Angers and others, he still chose to call for that person to appear. Unfortunately, neither Zero (Lu Mingze) himself nor the laughter appeared again, as if they had grasped human nature - no matter how many lies they told, they could not compare to the insecurity of human nature itself.

...

...

Everyone in Group B looked outside, except for the boy who was resting with his eyes closed on the oak bench. He was wearing a white suit, with golden hair, a black hunting knife in his hand, and two huge silver "Desert Eagles" beside him. They were two custom-made pistols, with carved ebony inlaid with ivory on the handles, and a pure silver family crest in the middle of the handles.

That golden hair was so dazzling - Ling thought that if Zhuo saw such a scene, he would definitely talk about the comic book he had read called "Dragon Ball".

Thinking of this, Ling wanted to take a photo with her mobile phone and take it back, but she suppressed the idea.

This was a temporary change of itinerary, and being out of the prepared plan made Ling feel uneasy about the situation on the other side. Just like she had revealed everything about herself to Zhuo, Ling had already known Zhuo's strange abilities, "Vector Turn" and "Great Sage".

This is an almost unsolvable ability, at least in Zero's mind, no physical means can surpass this ability, even heat, momentum, etc. ... Whether macroscopic or microscopic, vectors exist. So this ability can be said to be in control of everything.

Success that comes too easily always makes people careless.

Zhuo had no experience in this area, and because Ling knew that he was unwilling to participate in such events, he rarely forced him to practice this skill. On the one hand, it did make their lives extra warm and peaceful, but on the other hand, he had to worry that Zhuo would not be able to cope with some unknown targeted challenges. For this reason, Ling had decided to change the task that Potato Chips gave her. She did not intend to delay time here, but to make a quick decision as soon as possible.

Ling didn't think it was a difficult thing. In fact, in her opinion, as long as there was hope, it could and must be done. It just cost more.

Caesar Gattuso, one of the best students at Kassel Academy, the real master that the Gattuso family had been waiting for hundreds of years, reorganized the student union within one year of enrollment and made it a club that could compete with the Lionheart Club. Even Zero had to admit that such a person was excellent, so if he was in a hurry and planned to end the battle as quickly as possible... Zhuo would definitely be angry when he returned.

Of course, Ling didn't want to see Zhuo's angry or upset expression. But if she wanted to do something like that, even she couldn't do it...

Besides, if she really recalled it, she had never seen Zhuo get angry with her. Although it was a bit bad, Ling had already realized the fact that "she was a bad girl" a year ago.

With such mixed emotions, Zero lit up the dim Hall of Valor with her red-gold eyes... However, the enemy, who she had planned to win quickly at a terrible price, was dozing off. Zero had the urge to teach the young people what professionalism was.

Caesar opened his eyes, raised his head, and smiled at the statue of Odin. The boy, who looked like a Greek statue, smiled in a way that was somewhere between elegant and cold.

Caesar looked directly at the girl in front of him who met Chu Zihang's description.

"Will I be the first one to step onto the podium when our class is awarded degrees?"

Zero had no idea who he was asking, maybe the statue of Odin behind him.

Caesar turned around, apparently not receiving a response, or perhaps to make it clear that he was not asking a question to the statue. The two men, weapons clenched, looked at each other.

"I'm curious about who my enemy is? Let me introduce myself, Caesar Gattuso, also the head of Group B, your only rival."

"..."

"Are you not going to reveal your identity?"

Caesar observed the girl five steps away. No one could deny that she was a beauty, one in a million. Even if they were his opponent, Caesar was not interested in the childish type.

She was barely tall enough to reach his chin in her black leather boots; her tight combat uniform refined her curves. If her clothes didn't have so many weird pockets that looked superfluous, it would probably show her feminine side well. Her long blond hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, but even so it fell to her waistline. She had a slender neck as transparent as snow, like a kendo girl, and a delicate face that looked like Chu Zihang's, expressionless.

"If you don't intend to reveal your identity, why don't you cover your face? Or is Kassel College really considered a place that people can visit frequently?"

"zero."

"Is that a name? It sounds more like a code name."

"Utsunomiya Rei."

"Neon, from a biological point of view, you look more like a Russian, or you married a Japanese. I heard that there is a custom of changing surnames over there. To be honest, even if this is the case, I am surprised. Men in that country seem to like your type. But can you like them?"

Ling did not answer. She pulled out the short knife that reflected the cold light from the scabbard in her left hand and threw the scabbard on the ground. She turned her head to look out the window. It seemed that the other party had been talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

This means we don't plan to continue the conversation - that's what Caesar thought.

If Zhuo were here, the view would be different.

Ling was a little unhappy. Generally speaking, just like her always calm face, few words could cause her emotions to fluctuate. It could be said to be unfortunate, or it could be said to be a coincidence that Caesar just happened to kick in that direction.

When she faced Caesar again, she still had no emotion, only her slightly drooping eyebrows showed some changes, which made her beauty look more real. This expression finally stopped looking like a emaciated doll, except that her golden eyes were even brighter.

Zero was losing his patience a little and said calmly.

"Let's start the fight."

"I can see... need a sign?"

"unnecessary."

"it is good."

Caesar stood up, unbuttoned his formal suit, and held up the Desert Eagle with both hands. Ling raised her eyes to look at him, and she suddenly lit up, as bright as a cold knife, making people afraid to approach.

At this moment, the whole hall suddenly became dark and all the lights went out. Before the visual remnant disappeared, Caesar disappeared.

"I hope you don't mind."

Caesar's voice came from the darkness.

"Kamaitachi."

Zero's voice was still as bland as ever, like a pool of stagnant water.

She seemed to be answering Caesar's question... Caesar's word spirit was 'Kamaitachi', he had already ordered the system to turn off the lights, and in the dark 'Kamaitachi' was almost invincible.

Word Spirit: Kamaitachi, serial number 59.

"Kamaitachi" is a wind demon in Japanese mythology. There are three brothers who hide in the wind and cut passers-by with the vacuum formed by high-speed wind. The word spirit named after it, the releaser gives orders to the wind in the domain, and the wind is like being enslaved by him, capturing all sounds and giving them to him. Even in the darkness without a trace of light, he uses the wind as his eyes and still controls the entire battlefield.

However, in reality, as Zero's bland voice fell into the curtain, a circle of equally powerful fields spread out, and the 'wind' in the field gathered together, forming streams that dispersed out, and then transmitted back the information ship of 'what it saw and heard' as it drifted downstream.

It's not Kamaitachi, but 'Word Spirit Kamaitachi'.

"Is this a provocation?"

"..."

No answer came.

But in Caesar's view, this was already a provocation.

The Word Spirits Junyan from the church were clashing against each other, and even Valhalla could feel the vibration. Although no one knew how they did it, the opponent obviously did not choose to use the large-scale attack method 'Junyan', but used the same Word Spirit 'Sickle Weasel' as him - was he saying that he was not as good as Chu Zihang and it was not worth using the high-risk Word Spirit?

Caesar remained silent and a hint of terrifying anger flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

(End of this chapter)