Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

1In the principal's office of Milan Institute of Technology, the bearded principal named Democritur was flipping through documents while smoking a pipe.    3

    

With Democritur's knowledge, of course he knew that smoking was harmful to health - but there was nothing he could do about it. Ever since he was assigned to be the principal of Milan Institute of Technology, the pressure he faced had become greater and greater. Thus, the frequency of him smoking had also increased.    

    

Furthermore, his hair also became balder and balder.    

    

Some professors in the Medical Department had mixed some so-called "hair growing water," but it was said that those things that could stimulate hair growth were useless. Democritur still had this ugly Mediterranean hairstyle, which caused him to become much more irritable when he was boxing.    

    

But what troubled Democritur at the moment was not the problem of hair, but the two documents in front of him.    

    

"David Zulu, zum Pam..."    

    

Looking at the two strange names on the file, Democritur felt a headache coming on.    

    

This kind of name was obviously made up of random words, and the experiences recorded in the file were even more ridiculous. This person called Che Bam was a descendant of the Egyptian royal family, so it was fine. What was up with this David Zulu? The old captain of the North Atlantic? He wanted to come to Milan Institute of Technology to learn advanced artillery skills? Why didn't this kid go to the Milan Cathedral to learn the holy language?    

    

Furthermore, these two people were arranged by the mysterious "Mr. Gondor."    

    

"It's hard to handle..."    

    

Democritur couldn't help but sigh.    

    

"Forget it."    

    

Democritur made up his mind. He took out his private stamp and stamped it on the file. Then, he threw the file aside. He could not bear to see it.    

    

He had done everything he could, no matter what it was.    

    

As for the rest... It was not something he needed to worry about.    

    

Besides, it was not a bad thing to help these two mysterious people enter the school. Although there was clearly a problem with their background, at least they hadn't done anything harmful to the academy - - not to mention this matter. It wasn't a bad thing for Democritur himself.    

    

With this thought in mind, Democritur looked at a small bottle on the desk.    

    

"A hair conditioner..."    

    

Democritur took a deep breath.    

    

That's right. This was the convenience brought by the mystery. As the mystery, the hair conditioner sent by Mr. Gondor would definitely be more effective than the hair conditioner made by those crazy medical students.    

    

Knowledge was something that needed to be respected, and that was the meaning of the existence of mystery.    

    

So...    

    

Democritur gently unscrewed the cap of the bottle and followed what was written in the instruction manual. He applied some hair spray on his bald head.    

    

"Wipe it evenly, then wait for ten seconds..."    

    

Democritur's hand subconsciously trembled as he looked at the strange instruction manual.    

    

"Hey! It's too much!"    

    

Thinking of the source of this bottle of hair conditioner, cold sweat trickled down Democritur's forehead.    

    

"I don't think so... Ah! Pain, pain, pain, pain! "    

    

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In the student dormitory, Da Vinci, who had not gone out for three days, was still modifying his design plan.    

    

Although he had changed into clean clothes and had a good bath, Da Vinci still looked sloppy. Da Vinci's mind was filled with thoughts of flying to the sky, and he didn't have the mood to think about his outer appearance. Right now, all he could think of was how to lighten the weight.    

    

Yes, he had to reduce the weight. The human body was too heavy. Even the lightest person would weigh about 70 to 80 kilograms - but this kind of skinny person didn't have any strength at all, and couldn't provide enough power for the flapping wings. If he can't even flap his wings, how can he fly?    

    

"Could it be that I have to cut off some fat from the human body..."    

    

Da Vinci, who had studied medicine before, subconsciously drew out a human body structure diagram. He then immediately shook his head.    

    

"No, we can't cut anywhere. We still have to start with the internal organs. For example, lan..."    

    

Dong, dong, dong!    

    

A hurried knock on the door interrupted Da Vinci's contemplation.    

    

"Is it the instructor?"    

    

Da Vinci smelled the faint aroma of food and answered without turning his head.    

    

"The door is not closed!"    

    

Yes, this was the benefit of having a mentor. Not only could he get inspiration from the research, but his life was also much more convenient. At least Da Vinci did not need to waste time going to the school canteen to get his food back. This allowed him to have an extra hour of his daily life to research.    

    

"Occasionally going out for a walk and sunbathing. It's not good for your bones to be stuck in the dormitory all day long."    

    

The black armor pushed the door open and came in. After that, he put the food and wine in his hands on the table.    

    

"Come, kid, stop painting. Let's meet your two junior brothers first."    

    

"Shi... Brother?"    

    

Da Vinci was stunned for a moment before he turned his head around.    

    

Although he usually did not think about things other than research, Da Vinci was not a fool. How could he not know that this so-called history department in the Polytechnic University was a separate subject for him? Who would come to a science school to study history? But such a sh * tty department... could actually have a new student?    

    

"This is Qu Bam."    

    

The black armor pointed at the black-skinned man beside him, then turned to look at a fatty wearing a triangular hat.    

    

"This is David Zulu. From now on, all of you will be students of the History Department."    

    

" I am Theodore Di Pietro Da Vinci... "    

    

Looking at the two new students in front of him, Da Vinci hesitated for a moment before announcing his name.    

    

"You can call me Leonado, or you can call me Da Vinci... I know that short syllables names are easier to pronounce. So just call me Da Vinci."    

    

"Yes, yes."    

    

The dark-skinned man nodded, then turned his gaze to the pitch-black armor.    

    

"Not bad, you really picked up good seedlings everywhere you go..."    

    

Bang!    

    

A heavy punch landed on the dark-skinned man's face.    

    

"Nyar, you must learn to respect your teacher. Don't interrupt."    

    

The pitch-black armor retracted its fist, and then turned its gaze to the fatty wearing a triangular hat.    

    

"Zhang... Zulu, let me make this clear to you first. This is the Polytechnic University, not some private high school. There have never been any young girls wearing knee socks or white legs under short skirts here. There are only men who play basketball, men who fight. There are also men like this kid who are full of studying. "    

    

The black armor casually pointed at Da Vinci who was beside him, but his gaze was still fixed on Fatty.    

    

"If we can't stay any longer, it's still not too late to go back now. Don't do anything..."    

    

"Ah, I know, I know, I know. It's already good that you're studying. I'm not that picky..."    

    

The fatty wearing the triangular cap shook his head, but his gaze stopped on the pattern that Da Vinci had just drawn.    

    

"Yo!"    

    

The fatty who called himself David Zulu seemed to have discovered something fun, and directly went over to hug Da Vinci's shoulder.    

    

"Kid, what are you drawing?"