Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

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The morning's classes are finally over.

Su Nian moved his arms and waist, elegantly wiped off a drop of blood on his boots with a silk scarf, and walked out of the training ground. He put on his helmet again, turning a blind eye to the bishops he met on the road, expressionless. Leave the academy.

However, no students came out of the training ground.

Until the afternoon class, the other bishops did not see Su Nian, nor did they see the students. After noticing something unusual, they searched room after room under the leadership of Chelsea...

Finally, a group of "corpses" with bruises and swollen faces were discovered in the training ground!

Yes, in the beginning.

Chelsea really thought that all the students were dead.

When he trembled and knelt on the ground to check on the students, he realized that these students were still breathing, but they were only one punch or kick away from being beaten to death.

"Pastor! Go and get the pastor!"

This time he ignored the Dragon Slayer's order against healers.

You know, many of these students are the heirs of nobles. If they die in Dragon Slaying Academy, will they be dead?

Not to mention whether the Dragon Slaying Academy can continue to operate, the bishops themselves will most likely be pushed out by the King of Airland to quell the anger of the nobles.

"Tap tap tap——"

After a while, rapid footsteps were heard outside the training ground.

I saw a group of nuns rushing to the scene of the crime. As soon as they entered the door, the strong smell of blood gave them a wake-up call.

"Oh my god……"

"This, this is hell!"

The leading nun was relatively calm, but the young men behind her had obviously never seen much of the world. They were so frightened that they covered their faces and retched, their whole bodies trembling, and their teeth were chattering.

The dean of the Dragon Slaying Academy, the Archbishop, also came over after hearing the news. Seeing the slaughterhouse-like scene in the training ground, his legs gave out and he sat down on the ground.

In the training ground, the students were piled into a hill like garbage.

There were blood stains everywhere in the training ground, even running down the walls!

"It's over!" he murmured tremblingly. "It's all, it's all over!"

On the day of the opening ceremony, he also promised the nobles that their heirs would have a pleasant and unforgettable learning career at the Dragon Slayer Academy.

Now unforgettable means unforgettable, but not pleasant at all.

"Master Bishop, they are not dead yet... Although I don't know what happened this morning, the person who did it was very measured..." Chelsea's voice was a little hard when he said this, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

Is this called being measured?

Indeed, every student should take no more than no breath, and most people really can't be that precise.

But considering that this matter was most likely done by Su Nian, and considering Su Nian's status with the king... they, the Dragon Slaying Academy, couldn't afford to offend him.

What can they do?

Fire Su Nian?

Or ban him from learning dragon-slaying skills in the Dragon-Eating Tower that will open in three days?

It doesn't seem to work no matter what.

"Not dead? It's better not to be dead!" The archbishop resurrected with full health and cursed at the nuns: "What are these stinky bitches doing in a daze? Why don't you quickly treat my precious students!?"

The nun didn't look very good, but she didn't dare to say anything in the face of being scolded.

In a place like Dragon Slayer Academy, where the heirs of nobles are rampant, it often happens that the nuns stationed here sell their bodies in exchange for money, or they can't bear the loneliness.

Everyone turns a blind eye to this matter.

Even the head nun could only break her teeth and swallow it.

Because this kind of thing comes to the church, the noble heirs and bishops of the Dragon Slaying Academy will be punished at most, but the nuns like them will be hanged and chopped into pieces to feed the dragon beasts.

After a period of panic, the nuns were almost exhausted. Not only did they have to carry the unconscious students to a ventilated place against the wall, but they also had to deal with the injuries of these students so that the healing technique could have the greatest effect. When all the students were clear Come over, their nun dresses are completely dyed red.

"Children, tell me, what happened here this morning?"

The archbishop's face was gloomy, his mouth was pursed, and his brows were furrowed, like an old dog about to go crazy and bite someone.

"Yes, Bishop Watrous..."

Paul gasped.

"I knew it!! I knew it!"

The archbishop beat his chest, roared angrily, spattered his saliva, and walked around muttering:

"It was the biggest mistake to let that damn dragon slayer interfere with the Dragon Slayer Academy! He's just a speculator who was lucky enough to kill the dragon, but he really takes himself seriously? Damn it...damn it..."

"No! That's not the case!"

Paul roared almost struggling.

This time it happened to pull the wound on his chest, and he couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.

But he still endured the pain and said breathlessly:

"You don't understand, this is His Majesty the Dragon Slayer's special education method... Although, although on the surface we received a severe beating, the lessons this morning have benefited each of us a lot, and even benefited us for life!"

The Archbishop's wandering figure suddenly froze when he heard this, and looked at the student with a look of disbelief. He was wondering if this student's brain was broken, and he was beaten to death and was still talking to that bastard.

When Paul saw that the archbishop didn't believe him, he was afraid that the archbishop would cause trouble for Su Nian. He immediately became anxious and stood up holding the wall, risking the wound on his body to collapse:

"Archbishop, if you don't believe it, you can ask everyone here if we have gained a lot. Also, these injuries are really nothing. Look at me, I have no problem walking."

With that said, Paul really ignored the dissuasion of the nun next to him and took two steps.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell straight down. Fortunately, the nun behind him grabbed his body in time.

Smelling the sweet scent of the nun's arms, Paul felt his spirit shaken. He slowly stretched out a hand and made it into a fist, and said firmly to the archbishop:

"Tomorrow morning, I will come to attend, come to attend, Lord Watrous's class! Ahem...Pfft--!"

The archbishop stared blankly at Paul who fell into a coma. This kid has already vomited blood and still needs to take the Dragon Slayer class?

"We, we too!" Other students nodded in agreement, even if they were all covered in bandages.

"It was Watrous who made us realize that without fighting spirit we are nothing!"

"Yes, he allowed us to see the room for improvement in the future. The way to slay a dragon is definitely more than just dragon slaying skills. We have a lot to learn and pay for!"

"Praise Lord Watrous, he really wants to teach us how to slay dragons!"

Listening to the discussions around them, and the faces that were so stubborn that they were even a little crazy.

The Archbishop has no doubt that the Dragon Slayer will be able to dismantle the Dragon Slayer Academy as soon as he orders these students in his lifetime!

"Crazy! Everyone is crazy!"

The archbishop lamented twice, turned around and left angrily.

He wants to report the matters in the Dragon Slaying Academy to His Majesty.

He didn't believe that Your Majesty didn't care!