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Cao Han's plan was simple: on the first day, he would scatter the bait; on the second day, he would let the fish bite the hook; and on the third day, he would catch the fish when it was enjoying the bait the most!
Chapter 97 Kazama Ruri Comes to Find Us
The Regent Hotel is a five-star hotel located in a prime location, yet it maintains a very low profile.
They never cared about profits or losses, and there was no advertising or promotion. Ordinary people might not even have heard of them.
The long-vacant penthouse presidential suite welcomed a group of guests today, consisting of one elderly person and three young people.
“I know that in your country there is a custom of discussing matters at the dinner table. Please feel free to order whatever you would like to eat,” Angers said humorously, without immediately asking about the details of Cao Han’s dragon-slaying.
Even after the apocalyptic phenomenon that had enveloped all of Japan dissipated, Angers immediately had Eva lift the school's Level 1 alert and informed the school board of this "good news!"
Compared to Lucy Pallas, who maintained a ladylike reserve in front of the principal, Cao Han and Finger had no intention of being polite to the principal at all.
"This, this, and this..."
"Would you like to order these three dishes, sir?"
"You're overthinking it. What I mean is, besides these three items, bring me every other dish on the menu."
Faced with Cao Han's outrageous request, the hotel manager followed the instructor's repeated teachings during training to "listen more, observe more, and speak less," and calmly looked at the next person, Fingel.
Fingel knew very well that the principal never spent his own money when he went out, so there was no need to save him any money. He waved his hand generously and said, "How can you come to Japan and not try the famous Kobe beef? Make all the Kobe beef that your hotel has on hand into various dishes that you are good at!"
This is the third year since the "Greenland incident" ended that Fingel has chosen to give up. Even though his bloodline rating is still A, he has failed most of his subjects and has become a "semi-low-income household" at school.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will be the first person to have his bloodline rating lowered at Kassel College next year, and he will continue to excel in this relegation race!
Therefore, such a rare opportunity to eat with a tycoon is something that absolutely cannot be missed.
The store manager remained calm and composed due to her excellent professionalism. The two unprecedented requests in a row were quite an eye-opener for her, and she also had a vague anticipation for what the third and only lady present would ask for.
"Uh... I'm currently in a period of managing my figure, so just give me a fruit salad." Lucy Pallas felt she should try to salvage the atmosphere of their team.
“Old people don’t have the same teeth as young people, so just give me a medium-rare Wagyu steak,” Angers said.
"So, what would you like some drinks, esteemed guests? Our boss also has a bottle of Romanée-Conti in his collection." Clearly, the manager knew how to use someone else's gift as a way to curry favor.
What are the boss's treasured collections compared to these distinguished guests?
Even if the boss finds out, he won't blame the store manager; on the contrary, he'll praise him highly.
“Romanée-Conti? Brova! That’s it!” Angers’ eyes lit up. He hadn’t expected that the Regent Hotel’s branch in Japan would have such a good thing.
Maybe it was left behind by someone from Pompeii during a vacation in Japan.
This legendary wine is so rare that it's practically impossible to find more with each bottle sold, as its annual production is extremely limited.
When only his own people remained in the room, Angers rested his chin on his hands and looked at Cao Han, his eyes gleaming with a strange light: "Cao Han, is the White King really dead?"
"That depends on how the principal defines 'death'."
"Is there any difference?"
"Yes, if we consider death in the general sense, then the White King has indeed died at my hands, and he was utterly mutilated!"
However, the White King is an extremely special existence among the pure-blooded dragons. Although he seems to have perished because he has mastered the spirit of the fifth element, he can actually be revived through spiritual parasitism as long as the time is right and the conditions are met.
That's why I was able to awaken this time!
For the time being, there is still a theoretical possibility that the White King can be resurrected, but once Cao Han has exhausted the last bit of bloodline power in that vertebra, it's really hard to say.
No matter how strong or special one's spirit may be, it still needs a medium to exist.
The remains of the White King are the spiritual medium through which He has always existed.
Out with the old, in with the new!
When Herzog successfully seizes power and becomes the new White King, the old White King will only be destined to vanish completely from the world.
"In your judgment, what level of strength does the White King possess after awakening?" Angers needed to have a rough assessment in his mind to determine whether some of the next plans should be evolved.
Cao Han scratched his head, unsure how to answer the question.
For someone who is almost "immune to mental damage," the White King's strength can only be described as "not worth mentioning"!
However, for other hybrid races... because the Word of Power: Judgment can achieve an instant kill effect at the soul level, there is really no particularly good way to counter it.
"A deformed 'premature baby' that is afraid of dying in the womb is not very strong."
Which one exactly?
Fingel really wanted to say, "Could you describe it any more vaguely?!"
Strength is an abstract concept, and it's hard to say without a standard for judgment. After understanding this, Angers carefully asked, "Cao Han, if I were to encounter the White King, what do you think my chances of winning would be?"
Angers, who sees slaying dragons as his life's destiny, desperately needs an answer.
"Emmm......"
If this mixed-race individual is Hilbert Jean Angers, Cao Han really has a hard time figuring it out.
First of all, Angers must be of exceptional bloodline, and after the "Summer Mourning" incident, he has survived countless brushes with death, so it's hard to say whether his mental fortitude can withstand the White King's Word of Judgment.
"If it were the White King with a dragon's body, Principal, your chances of winning would be zero without a doubt!"
"The problem lies with my weapon."
Cao Han nodded noncommittally.
He admitted that the folding knife in Angers' hands was of the "T0" level among alchemical weapons, the only drawback being its small size.
Facing a massive dragon body that is hundreds of meters long, it cannot inflict fatal damage at all. In particular, the White King has the ability to regenerate and recover constantly, such as the Word of Immortality, so there is no chance to accumulate damage little by little.
Changing weapons?!
The idea lingered in his mind for less than a second before Angers rejected it.
It's not that Angers can't use heavy weapons, but rather it's a matter of "personal suitability".
He was never a heavily armored warrior, nor did he possess extraordinary strength, so he couldn't wield the massive, two-meter-long Mo Dao standard weapon with the same ease as Cao Han.
This is similar to the dilemma of choosing between fish and bear's paw!
"Does the principal know about the game World of Warcraft?"
"I heard something."
"The awakened White King is like a Shadow Priest in a game, while you, Principal, are a fragile assassin. Without mental resistance, you naturally can't fight back when you encounter the White King." Cao Han used a class from World of Warcraft to give a more vivid analogy.
Fingel had played this game with Cao Han, so he understood almost instantly. He followed up on Cao Han's words and said, "Then you must be a berserker who goes on a rampage, right, junior?"
"Bingo!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door. It turned out that the hotel manager had returned, pushing a trolley full of goods.
With the room's soundproofing, they weren't worried about the other person hearing anything they shouldn't.
Moreover, those who don't understand would only mistakenly think they're talking about World of Warcraft, the online game that quickly became popular worldwide.
Even a powerful physique has its minor drawbacks. For example, the energy consumption each day is astonishing, which is why Cao Han's daily food intake is quite terrifying.
In just a few days since arriving at Kassel College, the daily food preparation volume in the school cafeteria has increased significantly, and the chefs' workload has increased again and again, leading to strong calls for a pay rise.
With business temporarily put aside, it's time for a pleasant meal.
At first, all four of them were very tempted by the delicious food.
Half an hour later, only Cao Han and Finger remained.
However, an hour later, to the astonishment of the other three, Cao Han's stomach seemed to have entered a bottomless pit connected to the world of anime, while only one person managed to eat his fill like a banquet.
One cart after another was loaded with all kinds of dishes, and the manager went from being calm and composed at the beginning to being covered in sweat now.
There are many people in Japan who have the title of "big eater," but the shop manager dares to guarantee that these so-called big eaters are nothing in front of this distinguished guest.
Two hours later.
Cao Han stopped eating amidst the astonished looks of the others, gently wiped his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and said with satisfaction, "I'm about 80% full, that's enough."
Eight...eighty percent full!?
This has already used up all of the hotel's food inventory for the day!
"You said in public before that the White King's dragon bone cross was on purpose, right?" Angers asked casually.
Fingel and Lucy Pallas turned to look at Cao Han as if they were kittens smelling fish.
In fact, neither of them knew Cao Han's next plan.
Faced with the expectant and curious gazes of the three, Cao Han first nodded, then shook his head and said, "It was indeed intentional, but the White King's Dragon Bone Cross is fake."
"Really?"
"Even pearls aren't this real! According to the records on the Ice Sea Copper Pillar Tablet, the Black King destroyed the White King with his supreme power, killed him, and ate his flesh. He turned his bones into ice shards, melted the ice shards, and poured them into the volcano, completely destroying the White King's body and soul."
In fact, 99% of the records are true. The remaining 1% is that a small part of the White King's remains survived by deception.
The only spoils of war after killing the White King were this small section of his remains, which was definitely useless for the Nibelungen Plan.
"You said that on purpose to bait me?"
It's true that old people become wiser; the 130-year-old Angers quickly deduced the purpose based solely on the information provided by Cao Han.
"Herzog," Cao Han gave a name.
"You don't seem to have any connection with them, do you? Or is there some conflict of interest between you?" Angers didn't quite understand Cao Han's intentions.
"Principal Angers, are you familiar with the Ghost Clan? Do you know anything about Herzog?"
"No."
"Didn't you send me to Japan to investigate the origin of the bloodline evolution drug? Aren't the answers already laid out before us?"
"You're saying the Bloodline Evolution Drug was developed and manufactured by Herzog?" Angers became quite interested when this was mentioned.
"If nothing unexpected happens, then it should be."
If Herzog were there and heard this, he would surely cry out that Dou E was wronged.
He did indeed develop a bloodline evolution potion, but this bloodline evolution potion has a huge flaw. The main ingredient comes from the White King's blood, and most of it comes from what Bondarev left behind when he inherited Bondarev's research lab in Japan.
Even when used on Japanese hybrids of the White King's bloodline, it was extremely unstable; those with weak wills all fell into the form of Dead Servants.
It's not enough to just use it on the Demon Clan to enhance their strength, so how could it possibly be exported to the West?