Chapter 1073 White Mouse

The organization decided that the first guinea pig to draw the sword would be Fingel. Everyone voted in favor, with no one against, but one abstained if he insisted.

The one who abstained was Fingel. His hands were tightly tied and naturally he had no choice but to abstain. Even though he shouted protest slogans no matter how loudly, the vice-principal reminded him carefully:

First of all, our Kassel College upholds freedom of speech, so I didn’t block your mouth with smelly socks, but just shout slogans. Freedom of speech is one thing, rebellion is another. You shouted out your statement Whether these requests can come true depends on my own mind. Secondly, your anti-slogan organization has also heard it, but what we implement today is a show of hands voting system. If you don’t raise your hands, you will be deemed to have abstained from voting. Men need to show their confidence!

Fingel really wanted to slap his neck and say it directly, but he couldn't. You can just think of me as a woman!

But after thinking about it, if I really said it, then the vice-principal might have an extra pair of walnuts to play with (the vice-principal used English when he said the above, so the expression "men should bring some seed" in English In the middle is: "Men should have ball").

So he gave up. He called himself superhuman even if there was no lower limit, but Monkey King, who was so powerful in Huaguo Mountain, couldn't climb the Five Fingers Mountain of the vice-principal. As long as the vice-principal's lower limit was lower than him, then he could anyway If you poke him in the buttocks, the power of life and death lies in the hands of others, so it's better to be honest.

If you want to be a guinea pig and draw a sword, you must first loosen your hands.

Fingel put forward his request reasonably, and the vice principal also came over and squatted down. He first added a pair of straps to the guy's feet, and then loosened the restraints on his hands.

"As for that!" Boss Fingel was dissatisfied, "Can we have some trust in each other? There are users of 'Setsuna' and 'Time Zero' standing in this attic, and you are still afraid of me, a loser, running away? Is it done?"

"I don't believe you don't have the means to counteract these two spirit spirits. I don't know what your character is? I'll let you go completely. You just run away like a fool. When you run, you'll be so pissed off that you deliberately disgusted these two people. What should I do if I don't dare to catch you?" The vice-principal pricked the band around Fingel's ankle twice.

Fingel was dumbfounded when he heard this. He looked at Lin Nian and Ange and found that the two men were also deep in thought. Maybe they were thinking that if that scene really happened, would they catch this Nurgle God's Chosen regardless, or would they? Avoid him like fire and water and let him walk away with a pair of pants of dignity and integrity.

"I haven't reached this level yet!" Fingel tried his best to express that he still had to hang out in this school for the time being, because he had to lose face.

Oh, does that mean you can be shameless as long as no one knows you? Lu Mingfei felt that if he teamed up with Fingel on missions in the future, he would have to be careful about this guy selling his friends for glory. People who have no lower limit are the most terrifying.

"But you don't deny that you have other ways to disgust them two and make them afraid to arrest you, right?" The vice-principal tied the belt and stood up with a smile.

Next to him, Fingel looked at his nose and heart, saying nothing and turning a deaf ear.

"Okay, let's go! Fingel!" The vice-principal slapped Fingel on his broad back, and his tone sounded like a trainer from Zhenxin Town. Fingel jumped forward twice, his face as stiff as a zombie that had just been unearthed, or maybe he had just been coerced and coerced by the flower picker into swallowing a half-stepped pill with a smile on his face.

Lin Nian and others fell into a state of quiet observation, standing in the shadow with his right hand slightly touching his lips, looking at Fingel, the only one standing in the light source, as if bathed in some holy light, about to pull out the Sword of King Selection. Standing next to him The cowboy version of Merlin with a big belly puts his hands on his hips with a sneer on his face, as if King Arthur will kick his opponent's ass with his shoe if he doesn't draw his sword.

"Pick one that suits your eyes. It's free to try. If it breaks, I won't charge you any money. If you want to pretend that you're not using it hard, don't blame me for not being a human being." The vice-principal warned again and again.

Fingel stood in the light with a strange expression on his face. He stared at the bronze sword box on the table in front of him like a peacock spreading its wings. The cold texture of the sword was like even the flowing air in the environment could give it a sharp sense of tearing. Vision and perception will also feel the extremely uncomfortable metallic cold feeling when coming into contact with them.

"That's awesome." Fingel looked back at the vice principal with a bitter look on his face.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. They are relatively harmless before you pull out the sword box. Only after you pull out the sword box completely and start to resonate will they start to draw the dragon blood of the hybrid. Hurry up before you are drained of a lot of blood. He just stuffed it back and didn't let you hold it all the time. Besides, there's nothing here for you to test the knife with."

"Didn't you say that these things have their own mental pollution? I feel that my spirit is quite fragile. What if I go crazy?" Fingel rolled his eyes, "Isn't this not good? Just tell the principal It's the same as what I just said. After all, I used to be an 'A' level, and now I have a handy weapon. It won't be good to hurt you."

"You're right, then I suggest you take out the 'lust' first." The vice-principal suggested after careful consideration.

Several people on Lu Mingfei's side rolled their eyes in unison, and even Lin Nian turned his head to express that he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

According to the vice-principal's thinking circuit, if Fingel, who had pulled out the "Lust", really went crazy and became the temporary god of Slaanesh, then there is a high probability that he would also pounce on the good-looking young guys, among whom Lin The winning rate in the year was the highest, followed by Caesar, and then Chu Zihang (Chu Zihang’s style is relatively reserved and cold, and his beauty is indeed slightly inferior to the outgoing Caesar, and the blond girl also boasted that he had changed his gender. (pressing Lin Nian on the table and crying), Lu Mingfei is the safest one.

"What if I'm a cool old man?" The frustrated Fingel sacrificed his own moral integrity to deliberately disgust the vice principal.

The vice-principal frowned deeply, not because he thought he was not cool enough, but when he glanced at Angers, who was still drinking tea calmly with a bone china cup not far away, he immediately felt that this boss was an old man who still cares about body management even at his age. He is really his own damn enemy! He really didn't want to admit that if Fingel went crazy and said the cool old man said that, there was a high probability that he wouldn't be the first one to pounce.

Tsk, isn’t this a good thing? Why do I feel like I'm eating something?

The more the vice-principal tasted it, the more he felt that it was unpleasant, and he looked at Fingel with evil intentions again, "You talk so much! Pull it out quickly, no matter what you pull out, just pull it out for me and have a look!" If you don’t pull it out, I will pull it out for you.”

It could be seen that the vice-principal was very unhappy now. Fingel wisely did not ask what he had to pull out, and honestly focused on the dragon chanting sword box with branches scattered around.

Seven swords of different shapes were sleeping quietly, but he could clearly feel that he was being "watched" by something. The thing hidden in the dark was watching him under the lamp, licking him inch by inch. His torso, neck, cheeks, eyeballs, hair, and even deeper soul?

Fingel shuddered, feeling that the hairs on his hair must be standing on end now, and in fact they were.

The last time he had this symptom, he passed by a large static electricity stand built in a certain junior sister's laboratory, or he happened to see Lu Mingfei's computer hard drive with a small color-coded Nantong animation in the middle of the night (actually It’s not Nantong, it’s just helping her. Lu Mingfei’s windows system is actually quite open).

"I suggest you start from the left. Although the new Seven Deadly Sins have lowered the restrictions on bloodline advantage a lot, they still retain the step-by-step screening process of lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, arrogance, jealousy, and rage. Angers spoke, "The intensity of mental pollution is also gradual, but it is not so strong that it will collapse as soon as it is handled. Even the final rage that directly points to the shortcomings of mixed blood will only devour the user after it is used to a certain extent. sanity."

"But one thing, the vice principal and the others seemed to have mentioned before that Fingel fell from the 'A' level to the current 'G' level because he was injured in a previous mission. It seemed that there was something wrong with his brain. , Isn't he really mentally weak?" Lu Mingfei asked Lin Nian in a low voice.

"It should be fine." Lin Nian was also a little hesitant when asked, but decided to check the situation first. "If anything happens, I should be able to handle it. Today's lineup is very gorgeous."

Lu Mingfei looked around. Leaders from the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club were all present, not to mention heavyweights like Lin Nian and Ange. The vice-principal had long given him the feeling of a hidden sweeping monk. Well, something really went wrong. The worst he could do was reveal a little more of his trump card and give Fingel a "silencing spell". He didn't believe that Fingel, who had no speech ability, could turn the world upside down with an alchemical weapon. .

Just as he was thinking about it, he realized that Fingel had reached into the Dragon Sword Box. After hesitating for a moment, he landed on the first 'Lust' on the far left. Its shape is a bit like a Japanese ribbed, the kind used for caesarean section. God bless this 'lust' must have nothing to do with 'Slaanesh', otherwise Fingel will really go crazy and make everyone pervert, so he will be the first to I cut myself open, took out my belly and wrapped it around my neck, and played Breath Play (can I write about this?).

Fingel stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the "Lust". There was a strong suction force that welded the ribs to the dragon's chanting sword box. But Fingel had also practiced at all, and his humerus was as lumpy as iron. Not only can the biceps be seen, they can also be used, so it shouldn't be a big problem to pull out a knife.

But here, Lin Nian first noticed that Fingel was not exerting any force. The moment he held onto the 'Lust', he became quiet, no longer impetuous and uneasy as before. In a pot of slightly boiling water, when the scorching flame suddenly goes out, the bubbles will subside, but the temperature of the water will not cool down immediately.

But the abnormality was that the temperature of Fengel's pot of water also cooled down. The moment he held the handle of the rib knife, he fell silent.

Lin Nian glanced at Angers with a subtle gaze and found that Angers was staring at Fingel attentively. From his perspective, Fingel was in a daze at the moment, his eyes staring blankly ahead, but he didn't Really focused on a certain place, his soul seemed to have left. He took the kite string and followed the light and shadow of the chandelier, climbed out of the skylight and floated into the clear night sky above the heavy rain clouds, where he could see the bright starry sky. The moon, and the blue shadows on the distant clouds.

Lin Nian turned his head to look at Chu Zihang and Caesar, and found that the two men also looked at each other, and then looked at him in unison.

All three people noticed something unusual.

"Why don't you pull it out?" Lu Mingfei, who didn't understand the situation and was a little nervous, scratched his eyebrows and muttered.

He has never been good at reading the air. If he could even capture such details, he probably wouldn't be so persistently in love with that dandelion-like girl before. Talking to a dandelion all the time will not help you get him, it will only blow away the most beautiful part of her unintentionally. You can only look at her from a distance and never get close. It’s just that this truth will come to you one day and at a certain moment later. , he suddenly understood.

Perhaps it was precisely because Lu Mingfei's muttering seemed too harsh in the silence that Fingel used an even harsher sound of drawing his sword to cover up the disharmony. He took out the "Lust" as lightly as he took out the chopsticks from the sleeve. The moment the smooth blade was unsheathed from the sword case, it made a crisp metallic sound when it rubbed against the metal mouth of the sheath, like a dragon's roar.

The dark golden ribs are fully revealed under the illumination of the light. The reforged 'Lust' is full of the beauty of the original sword technology. The pattern is like an ancient history that cannot be covered by words. Long and complicated engravings are written on the blade. On the top of the knife, there are "ribs" on the tandem, which are lines formed by hammering the blade during forging. They are shaped like dragon scales, but these patterns seem to be alive, jumping over the tandem and crawling towards the person holding the handle. hand.

Lin Nian's pupils narrowed slightly. It wasn't because he was emotionally disturbed, he was just trying his best to amplify his powers of observation. In his sight, the surging patterns on the ribs were not an illusion caused by the halo. Those patterns were not even patterns at all, but gold-titanium alloy metal that moved at a high frequency!

There is a layer of gold-titanium alloy metal on the surface of 'Lust', which shows the suspension and aggregation reaction of magnetic fluid in the magnetic field. The sizes of these particles are nanometer-level, and they are oriented and arranged under the action of the magnetic field to form a chain structure. The shapes of these patterns appear, and they move under the control of some kind of will!

Fingel, who was holding the 'Lust', didn't seem to notice the abnormal changes in the ribs of his hand. After pulling out the knife, he held it in front of him and gently held the blade with his left hand to shine it. Next, his eyes were so calm as he stared at the sword, as if he was looking at something and recalling a past that he had buried for a long time.

In a short period of time, those 'ribs' arranged in nanoscale metals had quietly climbed onto Fingel's right hand holding the knife. They wrapped around the well-joined fingers like small snakes, and finally gathered around the wrist. Slightly raised cyan blood vessels. When those patterns jumped up in a three-dimensional manner like needles, ready to pierce the blood vessels, Lin Nian and others finally understood how these evil weapons used to steal the user's blood.

"Fingel!" the vice-principal shouted.

Fingel's right hand holding the knife turned outwards, and the blade pointed straight upward. With one swift movement of his backhand, he stuffed the 'Lust' heavily into the vacancy of the Dragon's Sword Box.

There was a mechanical 'click' sound the moment the tip of the Ribashi sword entered the scabbard of the base. The metal dragon pattern swimming on the dragon chanting sword box wrapped around the nearby base, forcing the dissatisfied 'living' in the alchemy sword to disappear. 'Silence!

"Wow, I'm so hung up." Fingel instantly withdrew his hand with a look of lingering fear on his face.

"Fingel, what happened just now? Why did you seem to have suddenly lost consciousness?" Lin Nian was the first to ask, and everyone else wanted to ask this question as well.

"I'm not saying that this thing is evil." Fingel jumped back a few steps, looking at the 'Lust' in the Dragon Sword Box with lingering fear, "You will know the feeling after you try it. , I can’t describe it to you. Now I admit that it does cause mental pollution! I would rather watch the strange videos on Lu Mingfei’s hard drive than pull it out again!”

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei made an embarrassing sound in embarrassment.

"I just tried one, and there are others." The vice-principal raised his eyebrows. Although Fingel behaved a little abnormally, he didn't actually draw the sword and immediately took off his pants and started to be embarrassed. This means that things are getting better. direction of development!

"Forget the rest. One time is enough to leave me with psychological reasons. After this is over, I have to go to the psychology department and ask Masashi Toyama to prescribe me some sedatives, otherwise I will have nightmares at night!" Fingel! The second time I tried to fight to the death, "I've already overfulfilled my task! You can't use me as a guinea pig anymore!"

"One handful is enough, but I didn't expect you to have such a good compatibility with lust." The principal said, stopping the vice-principal from chasing the ducks, "Shall Chu Zihang give it a try next?"

Chu Zihang walked out silently, and Fingel took a breath and sat back in the chair, sweating profusely.

"Starting from 'Taotie', since Fingel has proven that he has a good affinity with 'Lust', you can keep trying until you successfully pull one out," Angers said, "Treat it as a test and do your best. effort."

"Yes", Chu Zihang nodded and walked to the table under the chandelier. In the white light, he quietly observed these beautiful and dreamy swords like Fingel before, and reached out to the 'Taotie' who was lustful.

The Taotie is an Atkan long knife, a type of Damascus knife. It is forged with a Mascus feather pattern. The texture is similar to natural feathers. The pattern is light and soft, and all the lines are tightly integrated into the axis and tip of the knife.

Chu Zihang put his palm against the handle of the knife, and then moved his five slender fingers down one by one to hold it in order. He didn't feel anything strange, only a slightly cool touch in his hand, and the anti-slip feeling on the handle. The texture brings a concave and convex touch.

"Pull it out," the vice-principal said.

The force starts from the roots, and the "horse step" in Tai Chi borrows force from the ground. The waist is twisted, and the force is sent to the arms, and huge power explodes from the flexibility. This kind of power is enough to overturn an adult, and it is also enough to tear off the steel bars welded to the steel plate. The explosion of the 'A' class hybrid cannot be underestimated.

Chu Zihang released his palm and took a step back.

‘Taotie’ stood motionless in the sword box.

He did not pull out the 'Taotie', and the strength that was enough to pull the entire 'Dragon Sword Box' off the table fell into the sea. He was like a rootless person pulling the King's Sword in the Stone, or a powerless person carrying it. Thunder Hammer, all he got was the cold rejection from 'Taotie'.

‘Taotie’ rejected Chu Zihang.

"Not surprising," Caesar said with a shrug.

phase.

This point emphasized by the principal has now been strongly verified.

If the 'Seven Deadly Sins' really choose the user based on the inherent 'inscription' of the sword itself, then everyone thinks that choosing Fingel for 'Lust' is a reasonable thing.

Although there are few scandals about Fingel in normal times, and he doesn't have many beautiful women to keep him company, his frequent flirting with fellow juniors anonymously on the Night Watch forum is obvious to all, and every word in his romantic words reveals the characteristics of a scumbag. The breath, written all over the face, is asking for a date, asking for salvation, and asking for a love that is not recognized by the world. It was so reasonable for Lust to fall in love with this useless stick. If he didn't get mad on the spot, it can only be said that Fingel had a good grasp on the durability aspect and didn't surrender easily.

What about ‘Taotie’ to Chu Zihang? To be honest, it's hard to get rid of it. Everyone knows that the president of the Lion Heart Society has a daily schedule like that of a dervish. He takes hot water first and then cold water when taking a bath. He also eats in the room of the vice-president Susie. He follows a strict healthy diet under supervision, and is not gluttonous. He doesn't even hold a cup of milk tea at ordinary times. If such a person can be recognized by the "Gourmet", he will be a ghost!

"Don't be discouraged, the next one is 'Greed'." said the vice-principal.