Watchman seemed to think that the old bastard Angers had discovered his designs on the Principal's seat and planned to pin the charge of "colluding with Dragon Kind" on him to purge him from the ranks. He hurriedly scrambled for excuses, words spilling out like beans from a tipped basket. "You know, ever since First Generation Flamel passed away, Dragon Language Grammar has become a mystery. Lu Mingfei received some instruction too, but his grasp is incomplete, scattered, and unsystematic—only Naga has profound attainments in Dragon Language Grammar. I sought her out to steal her techniques—ah, no, for academic exchange! To recover the skills our founding master left behind!"
The more he spoke, the more convinced he became that he occupied the moral and rational high ground. His back straightened, and his spit nearly flew into Angers's face. "Just think about it—if Dragon Language Grammar can be cracked, what will alchemy achieve? A qualitative leap! More effective Alchemy Matrices, more powerful weapons—this carries enormous significance for all humanity. Even if Naga is an Ancient Dragon, at most I'm learning the barbarians' strengths to defeat the barbarians. I shouldn't be condemned for that."
Angers quietly watched him finish his performance, his expression unruffled. He merely waved a hand, signaling for him to calm down.
"Flamel, I have never doubted your loyalty to humanity. I merely—occasionally harbor a slight, cautious concern over the flexibility of your moral bottom line."
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His tone was steady, yet it inexplicably made Watchman even more nervous.
Only after watching the shifting expressions on Watchman's face did Angers continue at an unhurried pace, lowering his voice further. "Then do you think it might be possible for us to try once more—to invite her here?"
"Huh?"
Watchman's perpetually half-drunken, half-awake eyes instantly widened round, his mouth