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Chapter 122 Aerial Flight
Purchasing a private jet is a matter for later consideration; for Cao Han, there are more important things to do.
“Fingal, have you ever heard of Grammer Zigurd?”
Faced with this sudden question, Fingel, though unsure of the specific meaning, pondered for a moment before answering: "Gram, Gramr. A sword in Norse mythology, appearing in the Poetic Edda and the Volsunga, also translated as 'the sword of divine wrath'."
Mythology tells of Odin inserting the sword Gram into the Pillar of the Sons in the palace of Vorsunga, and telling the people that whoever could pull out the sword would possess it...
In Sigmund's later years, while he was fighting King Rungfel, Odin withdrew his favor and shattered the sword with the Eternal Spear, causing Sigmund's death in battle.
According to records, the fragments of Grame ended up in Siegfried's hands.
By the way, if I remember correctly, the broken sword Grammar is the prototype for Nasir, the holy sword in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings".
"Boss, I've never heard of this person you're talking about, but I know he must be someone of high status."
While recounting this mythological history, Fingel's hands were also busy, his ten fingers flying across the tablet, constantly typing something.
The moment he finished speaking, he turned the tablet screen to the side so that Cao Han could clearly see the content on it. The dense text was a detailed description of the Sigurd family.
Including the family's once glorious past...
However, these are not the points that Cao Han needs to focus on. What is truly thought-provoking is the sentence that Fingel deliberately highlighted in red at the very end:
"The Sigurd family is one of the four members of the Secret Party's Council of Elders."
Wouldn't you say this is like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple?
Cao Han hadn't expected that the system's latest hunting target would be a member of the Secret Party's family.
"The Secret Party Elders Council has four seats, composed of representatives from the four old families: the Cadmus family, the St. George family, the Sigurd family, and the Beowulf family!"
Unlike the emerging families that form school boards today, these families have a more profound influence on the world in terms of economics and politics.
These long-established secret society families are primarily known for their legendary reputations in dragon-slaying.
The Sigurd family's origins can be traced back to the myth I just told you, and the holy sword Gram has always been the family's heirloom.
Therefore, it's clear that the person you mentioned, whose name is associated with a heirloom, must hold a high position within the Sigurd family!
After listening to this long and detailed explanation, Cao Han realized that the difficulty of this hunting mission truly lived up to its four-star rating.
"How about I investigate this guy for you, boss?" Fingel asked cautiously in a low voice.
He suddenly remembered the early morning when he met Cao Han, and the scene before him seemed so familiar.
I remember the person I asked was named Takeshi Kagawa. As for his fate... I reckon his ashes have already been scattered by now.
“Okay, but let’s not alert them.” Cao Han nodded in agreement; no one dislikes fighting a battle they are prepared for.
At the same time, there is another point that he values most: the system can be a tool for him to become stronger, but he cannot turn the tables and become a puppet under the control of the system.
The targets in the previous two hunting missions were both destined to die, so there was no pressure when taking them down.
"Senior, come here for a second."
"Hey, hey, I'm here!"
Not far away, Lucy Pallas was standing in front of the bar's liquor rack, rummaging through Principal Angers' collection.
To be honest, the items that Principal Angers keeps on the plane are all top-quality pieces, and a small portion of them are no longer available to everyone with money; they are rare, one-in-a-lifetime items.
It was a rare opportunity to experience something that many students at the school dreamed of. In addition, spending a lot of time with Cao Han and Finger, two bold, meticulous, and shameless guys, he was somewhat influenced by them.
After hearing himself called over, he didn't bother to continue picking and choosing. With quick eyes and hands, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey that looked very old.
At first glance, wow!
The Macallan whisky from 1926 was bottled in 1986 after 60 years of aging. There were only 40 bottles in total, and I never expected to find one here.
Previously, a bottle of whisky from this series was auctioned off for a record-breaking £150 million in London.
Fingel immediately saw through the whiskey in Lucy Pallas's hand and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "If Principal Angers finds out you touched his bottle of whiskey... tsk tsk tsk~ I'm worried about whether you can graduate smoothly."
“Then if you’re an accomplice, there’s no problem.” Lucy Pallas smiled, her eyes crinkling into a crescent moon, and handed two crystal glasses filled with whiskey to Cao Han and Fingel.
Cao Han and Fingel exchanged a smile, and the next moment, the three wine glasses clinked together in mid-air, as if celebrating the successful completion of their trip to Japan.
"When you get back to school, you two need to be careful of the investigation team," Cao Han warned them, staring at them intently.
Unless someone in the investigation team has completely lost their mind, they wouldn't actively cause trouble for him. However, Fingel and Lucy Pallas are different, especially the latter, who doesn't have much power to protect herself.
"It shouldn't be that bad..." Lucy Pallas gave an awkward smile.
Recently, the discussion about the investigation team on the Night Watchers forum has been very heated, with most posts being students denouncing the investigation team's various arrogant behaviors.
Cao Han believed that the investigation team wouldn't dare to risk causing a death, because even if the school board was behind them, they couldn't protect them. He was afraid that these people would resort to coercion and bribery.
"Better safe than sorry, just be careful," Cao Han said.
"If you encounter any problems, senior, you can seek Fingel's protection immediately. We'll discuss everything else when I return, understand?"
"Understood" x2
It's hard to say about other places, but the safety of the students at Kassel College is guaranteed, since the school is still within the range of the Night Watchers' Words of Power and Commandments.
Without resorting to incantations, the investigation team can only try to expose the legitimacy of the school board.
With the business settled, it's time to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere.
In particular, Cao Han couldn't help but visit and admire Principal Angers' private jet, and the more he admired it, the more he liked it.
If enjoyment were ranked, then Principal Angers would undoubtedly be at the very top.
Aside from the overall style being somewhat old-fashioned and leaning towards British aesthetics, Cao Han was quite satisfied with most of the design, thinking that he would do the same when he bought his own private jet.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!..."
Suddenly, a buzzing sound began to echo throughout the entire cabin.
Cao Han remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. After all, while others might suffer a fatal crash, he was the one who would never be one of them.
Fingel and Lucy Pallas's expressions changed instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they had already expertly put on their parachutes.
"Officers, please sit tight and hold on. We are entering American territory. Coastal artillery is locking onto the target. We are about to accelerate!" The captain's or pilot's calm voice drowned out the alarm beeping.
In this way, Cao Han and his team understood the situation: the beeping sound was because the plane was locked onto by weapons.
“I can understand using the darkness to cover up illegal entry into Japan, but why would they do the same when entering the United States?” Cao Han was a little confused by this mysterious operation.
To be honest, given the financial resources and influence of Kassel College, applying for a flight route from the authorities should be a simple matter of a word.
The problem lies with the ace pilot of Principal Angers' private jet.
Regular flight routes require coordinating various flights and avoiding various no-fly zones, which means taking a very long detour.
When ace pilots flew fighter jets, they never had to endure such treatment.
Ugh~ I won't use the dedicated flight routes!
To save time, I took a straight line and completely ignored the Civil Aviation Administration's warnings!
Just as they were speculating how the ace pilot would resolve this crisis...
A strong push suddenly appeared, but fortunately, Fingel and Lucy Pallas, who were "on the right side of the road," had already found a seat. They just instinctively exclaimed and then gripped the armrest on one side.
As for Cao Han, he remained motionless, still holding a crystal wine glass in one hand, as if nothing had happened.
For a user of the Swift Word of Power, this sudden acceleration is nothing to worry about; if it weren't for the whiskey constantly swirling in the glass, they wouldn't have noticed it at all.
"You still want to lock onto me with your radar? Get out of here, hahaha, hiccup~~~"
The ace pilot's arrogant laughter echoed inside the plane, only to be abruptly stopped by a drunken burp.
Lucy Pallas and Finger immediately changed their expressions and began to panic. It was true that the physical abilities of mixed-race people far exceeded those of ordinary people. If they had a chance to parachute, it wouldn't be a problem. But if they had an in-flight accident, they would really have to say "Sigh" amidst the laughter.
"Did I hear that right? The pilot was drinking while flying the plane?"
"I hope I misheard." Fingel had finally learned something new today.
We've seen plenty of car racing, but racing a plane is truly unprecedented.
In a daze, he recalled a rumor he had once seen on the Night Watchers forum: the reason why Principal Angers' private plane was named "Sleipnir" was because, in mythology, Sleipnir often descended with storms and possessed the ability to cross the boundary between life and death.
Their current situation perfectly fits this description.
"I...I've never even been in a relationship yet, I don't want to die like this!" Lucy Pallas felt her adrenaline surging, her cherry lips repeatedly parting.
At first, you could hear him muttering to himself, but later, because he spoke too fast and mixed in some of his hometown dialect, it became impossible to understand him.
Fortunately, his title of "ace pilot" was not just for show, but earned through driving hour by hour. He also had a five-star kill record during his military service.
When he retired, the Marine Corps offered him unprecedented salary and benefits to rehire him as an Air Force instructor.
However, Kassel College offered them a condition they couldn't refuse.
Talking about loyalty to the country?
Holy shit! What's the difference between that and having a romantic relationship with a prostitute?
Moreover, after witnessing the "strength" demonstrated by Kassel College, they readily agreed to join as fellow pilots without hesitation.
Unfortunately, although he did possess dragon blood, even after successfully awakening, he only reached the D-rank level, failing to meet even the minimum standard to become a student.
They had no choice but to settle for second best and continue to shine in their area of expertise.
Can you imagine the massive Gulfstream G550 performing fighter jet-like flight maneuvers at an altitude of 10,000 meters?
In this clash between modern technology and the mysterious art of alchemy, the latter emerged victorious.
With the help of the alchemical coating, there is no need to worry about being locked on by ground radar, and manual locking is useless against the terrifying speed.
Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as the massive Gulfstream G550 disappeared into the clouds and gracefully entered US territory.
"Guys, we're safe now. Let's continue enjoying this short journey, Cheers!"
The blatant "Cheers" sign confirms that he was driving under the influence of alcohol!
Having witnessed the other party's superb piloting skills, which made them seem to disregard anti-aircraft missiles, the three had no objections.
Anyway, for the physical condition of mixed-race people, a little alcohol is really nothing.
For example, if you ask Cao Han how much he can drink, he will hold up one index finger and tell you: He can keep drinking.
The alcohol content in normal alcoholic beverages would evaporate and be excreted from Cao Han's body before it could have any effect.
Happy time is always short-lived.