Abigail asked the staff for a few questions, then took the wolf into the memorial hall in the side hall.

There were few tourists here today, so the staff quickly knew from Abigail's description that they were looking for a group of five people. The memorial hall is five rooms wide, with white marble tablets inlaid behind the gables, and various sculptures carved on the marble Xumi base.

There are patterns on it, gold characters on a white background, and the inscription "Mr. Sun Yat-sen's Letter to the Soviet Union".

Led by the young man with a beard, the five of them were wandering in the hall, some stopping to take photos and others walking non-stop. The young man did not look back and suddenly said: "Are you from Kassel College?"

Abigail smiled slightly, waved the sleeves of her old-fashioned shirt that she had found under the city wall, walked to the young man like a little old man, and looked at the souvenirs in the hall with him, "Hunter 'Vesp'

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The young man was not squinting, but he obviously noticed Abigail's conspicuous skin with his peripheral vision. "There was a commissioner in the execution department, nicknamed 'Madman'. It is said that a third-generation breeder died under him. He led that operation."

The team suffered serious casualties, and he himself gave up his status as executive commissioner and returned to the college to become a professor. His name is..."

"Abigail Berry Garcia." The black professor beside the young man said softly, "I'm surprised that someone still remembers me."

"You have been my idol for many years." Wasp said with a smile, turned around, and bowed slightly to Abigail, "Maybe you don't remember, but you saved the life of Abigail when you first came to China on a mission.

A child, you said something to him: There are many things you have never seen, but you must believe in their existence in your heart. They will make you go farther and farther, so that no matter when you look at it, you can always see hope."

"It turns out that the child at that time has grown up so much." Abigail sighed, "The world is so small. I didn't expect that the child I rescued was also a hidden hybrid. Why did I become a hunter?"

"I'm used to being idle and not an academic," said Wasp. "And among the commissioners who rescued us at that time, I only had a good impression on you. If everyone in Cassel College is like that, it's natural that I wouldn't come.

Right?"

Abigail was silent for a long time, "There is a private team in the hunter market with an IP address in China all year round. They are dedicated to finding clues to the Dragon King that is more than three generations old. It's you."

Wasp glanced at the other companions in the memorial hall and nodded, "A small team is not worth mentioning."

"A small team wouldn't dare ask anyone for three hundred thousand dollars." Abigail laughed and waved to the wolf behind her, "Wolf, let's take a stroll around. The scenery here is pretty good."

The wolf was about to leave, but the Wasp said: "Your student?"

"That's right, I haven't officially entered Kassel College yet, but it's possible that I won't." Abigail said.

The wasp looked up and down at the wolf. The wolf had no expression on his face and his body didn't move.

"Little brother, why don't you join us?" Wasp said suddenly.

The wolf frowned calmly.

"You don't poach people like this." Abigail joked, "She's only fifteen years old."

"When I was fifteen years old, I had already earned my first ten thousand US dollars in my life." Wasp's expression remained normal, "He was staring at my neck just now. If I'm right, he's always looking at people.

We are all thinking about how to kill each other. If we have a dispute and want to fight, he will kill me instantly."

"How could a real killer be buried under the men of your Kassel College?"

Abigail glanced at the wolf.

The wolf's eyes moved slightly, but he still didn't speak. He nodded to Abigail and left the memorial hall.

"Where are the other two people who went up the mountain?" Wasp looked at the wolf's leaving figure with some pity, "They must be students too. The smell of blood is not enough, but it is close to your current smell. Abigail, how long has it been since you slaughtered someone?

A dragon?"

"They went to visit the inner courtyard. There was a path full of peonies, and at the end was a large ginkgo tree a hundred feet high." Abigail smiled slightly, "A dragon? I have actually encountered one in my life.

That time. You remember it very clearly. My title in the execution department was 'Madman', because I could practice shooting regardless of fatigue, and I could swing my sword as hard as I could, just for the day when I was destined to slay the dragon."

"It's a pity that after that operation, I never held a gun again." Abigail walked to the side, and Wasp followed. "In fact, in the more than ten years since then, if you have to ask me what's my last

What I hate, I think, is to pass on the news of the emergence of the third-generation species to the hunters in the execution department. We lost more than twenty brothers in that battle, and I escaped with my best friend on my back.

A raging fire."

"So I actually don't want to come on this trip. After all, what you are going to give us are the clues to the first generation of dragon kings." Abigail suddenly stopped and sighed, "How many people will die?"

"You never thought that my information was inaccurate?" Wasp listened quietly and then asked.

"How many times have you missed it?" Abigail asked.

The wasp said nothing.

"I probably guessed it was your team when we went up the mountain, so the credibility has been much higher." Abigail patted the Wasp on the shoulder. The black professor's body was about the same as that of his student Anders, standing

This young man with a beard looks like an elder teaching the younger generation, "How about a discount? Isn't it too extravagant to spend 300,000 US dollars to buy a piece of news?"

"That's the Dragon King." Wasp turned around and stared directly into Abigail's eyes, "I hope that if the news is confirmed to be correct, you will not take part in the operation personally. I have searched for many traces of dragons, but what really matters is that

Except for the team of your execution department, there are very few people who can still post the results after receiving the news. And what is the survival rate of your commissioner's operation?"

"As for the reward..." Wasp laughed, "That's already half the price. You know, even if the clues about ordinary dragon species are not specific and real, I will sell them for more than 100,000 US dollars. This is

Dragon King! I know you are here, and Kassel College will most likely send you, so I took the initiative to make an appointment to meet today."

"Understood." Abigail didn't even think about actually bargaining. He also looked at the Wasp seriously, his expression gradually becoming serious, because what he was going to hear next might be the biggest secret in the world.

The news about the real king is the lifelong mission of these warriors who face the dragon clan. "Tell me about the news you got."

"Bronze and Fire." Wasp said softly, "Some people also call him the Gray King, the noble first generation of dragons, one of the four great monarchs, and his name is Norton."

Abigail listened quietly.

"'The fiefdom of the Lord of Bronze and Fire is located in Northern Europe, and the first bronze city was built in the ice and snow of Northern Europe.' This is a cliché," said Wasp, "but over the years, that bronze city seems to have become

The castle in the air, the city in the sky, has never been found in Northern Europe."

"Some time ago, my underwater expedition team explored a newly discovered underwater tomb," the young man, whose eyes looked full of ambition, whispered, "someone saw...a miracle."
Chapter completed!