Upon hearing these words, Angers was immediately discouraged.

You are here discussing the end of an era, but he wants to take you out to gain more dignity.

Although it is indeed very honorable to bring S-class out, it is inevitably too much.

Besides, what do you, an old guy like you who has been hiding in the attic for decades without going out, do to save your face?

After being speechless, Angers took out the recording pen and stood up to leave.

His purpose of coming here has already been achieved, and there is no need to stay any longer.

Just as he was about to open the door and there was a crack in the door, the voice of the night watchman suddenly came from behind.

"Hey, Angers!"

"What else?"

Angers turned back to look at the old guy with a beer belly.

"You said you wanted to confirm his position in person, do you mean you want to judge his tendency through a meeting?"

The night watchman hesitated for a moment, then expressed his worries.

"Is this method reliable? You must know that the Gattuso family seemed to have no problems before they were exposed. If the other party is ready to come to Cassel College, do you think you can tell whether the other party is good or not after meeting him?

Dragon Slayer camp? Your speech spirit is not a mind-reader!"

Like the disguise of the Gattuso family, the position is also changeable.

Can you really tell whether the other person is a comrade just by talking?

Facing the night watchman's question, Angers shook his head.

"People can pretend, and words can lie, but these alone are not enough to win trust."

"Then how do you judge?"

The night watchman asked in confusion.

Even with things like micro-expressions and cold-reading techniques, there are already methods of confrontation in reality. How does Angers plan to determine the other party's true position?

"Hate!"

Angers whispered.

"Only hatred and murderous intent cannot lie, and hypocritical hatred and murderous intent cannot deceive me."

As an Avenger, no one can taste the bitterness of hatred better than him, so he is confident that no one can pretend in front of him.

If it was a real dragon slayer, he would be able to tell the difference at a glance.

"...awesome!"

The night watchman couldn't help but give a thumbs up, no more doubts.

In this regard, he also has enough trust in Angers.

"I wish you good luck! I hope you bring back a sharp sword! If this guy is smart enough, I can even consider accepting him as a student. Fingel is too useless. I need a genius to inherit the alchemy skills.

Mantle."

Hearing this, Anng nodded.

"If he passes my judgment and is indeed a comrade, I will tell him. If he knows that he can be accepted as a student by the legendary Master Flamel, even if he is S-level, he will definitely be very happy!"

With that said, Angers turned around and pushed open the door.

"However, if it is really a sharp sword, it may be better suited to sharpen the blade than rusting it in school, perhaps on the battlefield."

He added.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was slammed shut, and Ange's figure walked away.

In the room, the night watchman lowered his head, looked at Su Mo's desk, took a sip of beer, and recalled what Angers had said before.
Chapter completed!