Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 156 Fingal's Plan
The Night Watch forum is as popular as ever.

The Kassel half-breeds are young and energetic, and on days when there are no dragons to slay, their energy tends to turn into brawling.

So when the vice-principal proposed to organize an internal forum, the always conservative and rigid school board quickly approved the plan.

Turning fights into spats can at least save a lot of medical and maintenance costs.

The latest talking point was Cesar Gattuso celebrating 101 days with his girlfriend with a thousand and one fireworks.

According to unreliable sources, the fireworks show cost at least $[-].

Many female students said that if they could find a boyfriend like Caesar Gattuso, they would be willing to be sent to hunt down the next generation the next day.

And many male students also said that if the fireworks can be converted into cash and given to them, their gender requirements will not be so strict.

Many people feel that it is meaningless to read the posts showing off their wealth all the time, and they begin to miss the time when Fingel was still pouring water like crazy.

Although most of them are headlines, but I can't stand this guy's well-written ones.

"When will Finger come back? Does Brother Lingda know?"

"I don't know how many days have passed since Fengou passed away. I miss him."

"He seems to follow the S-class to do the task?"

"Where did anyone know? It's been so long and I should be back, won't I die in the mission (sorrow)?"

"It seems to have gone to Japan."

A person familiar with the matter revealed.

"Fuck, did Schneider trick someone into going to the Japanese branch again? The one I went to last time is still receiving psychological treatment."

This news ignited the enthusiasm of the water friends. They began to spread anecdotes about the Japanese branch, and began to feel sorry for Finger, who was not guaranteed at the end of the festival.

And solemnly opened a handicap, betting on whether Finger will receive a period of psychological treatment first when he comes back, or whether he will die and be sent to humane destruction.

"I've only been diving for a few days, and you guys started spreading rumors. It's such a bad day, and I strongly recommend that the Disciplinary Committee add the prohibition of spreading rumors about Fingal to the school rules."

A new post has been inserted in the front row of the forum.

"Fuck, Fengou cheated!"

"Quick, please go and invite Taoist Priest Yimei."

"This zombie has become a thing. I am afraid that only Yan Chixia can subdue him."

Everyone laughed and laughed.

"You are just envious, jealous and hateful. Let me show you my life in Japan where I live in luxury, luxury and luxury."

Fingel mocked with disdain, and then threw out a lot of photos.

In the high-definition photos one after another, the impoverished young girls wearing the clothes they crowdfunded, seduced the minds of the students with their baited eyes.

Behind them, the mysterious small rooms seem to fascinate them.

"Come out, come out! This is the legendary Japanese custom!"

"Gah, didn't you say that Japan doesn't entertain foreigners? Why can Fengou go?"

"That's not the point. The point is where did he get the money? I borrowed him the $50 the year before and haven't paid it back yet?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the original hunger and thirst changed in an instant.

"Findog, pay me back my $200."

"And my $85."

"More Shitu!"

Amidst the denunciation, Fingel, who was originally complacent, had to come forward to explain.

"Stop it, I won't give it if you ask for money. I didn't spend any money on these things, they were all hired by the Japanese branch."

"Fart, those perverts in the Japanese branch would be fine if they didn't sell you to be a cowboy, and invite you to go to Custom Street?"

"That's right, you won't be signed to sell your body to become a hairy blonde custom girl?"

"Upstairs, do you have any resources? Send them privately."

Fingel rolled his eyes at these replies that broke the lower limit of human beings, but at least the heat was reached.

So he went on to upload a lot of photos and videos.

"What do you know? As long as the boss is strong enough, he can be a VIP wherever he goes. Take a look at our leader's row, is it cool enough, is it fashionable enough?"

In the picture, four beautiful girls in maiden costumes are carrying the golden lacquered sedan chair devoutly, and Lu Mingfei sits on it with a poker face, solemn as a god.

On both sides of the flower path, the girls on one side are as coquettish as Rakshasas, and the girls on the other side are as beautiful as celestial maidens, both of which are the best in the world.

"Fuck, isn't that S-rank? Isn't this appearance too flamboyant?"

"To let such a beautiful girl carry the sedan chair for him, it's simply not human."

"I heard that they made a fortune in Mexico last time. Could it be that they spent their own money to get it?"

Some people began to question the authenticity, and others followed suit.

Fingel took his time and released other photos.

He deliberately didn't finish posting all at once, just to slap these people in the face and raise another wave of popularity by the way.

"Look at the little sunglasses, look at the black suit, and look at the samurai sword at the waist. Is this something you can hire with money?"

"See if that spirited guy bows to our boss? That's Yuan Zhisheng, the director of the executive bureau of the Japanese branch. Do you understand the concept of the director of the executive bureau? If you round it up, it's equivalent to Minister Schneider."

Fingel's fingers were flying on the keyboard, much faster than when he swung his sword.

Just as he was about to continue talking nonsense, his phone rang.

Caller ID contact, Von Schneider.

"Gan!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Fingel's back instantly.

Are you going to ask the teacher so soon?

But it was impossible not to answer, so he had to answer the phone with trepidation.

"Why didn't you report after the mission was over?"

Schneider's voice was as distorted as ever.

"Ahem, because the schedule is very tight, I plan to report to you after I return to the academy."

Finger said casually.

"You still have the mind to visit the Custom Street and carry the sedan chair. I haven't seen the urgency of time."

Schneider said coldly.

"Hello? Minister Schneider, are you still talking? Hello? This is a broken plane, and the signal is too bad. Go back to the academy and contact me again."

Fingal hung up the phone.

"Look at the carriage at the back. It's all gifts from the Japanese branch. Don't think it's gold, silver and jewelry, vulgar! It's full of famous knives and swords, antique calligraphy and paintings, and alchemy items. When we return to Kasai Well, I'll unpack the box live for everyone."

After posting the last reply, he closed the computer contentedly.

When the time comes, replace the keel cross in the box with something else, and keep broadcasting, this thing will be considered white.

As for how useful it is, Fingel can't say, but at least it's better than doing nothing.

Later, he secretly screened the Norton Hall again to see if there were any surveillance devices or the like.

He is still very optimistic about the future of the battle group, but those old guys from the school board may not give Lu Mingfei time.

"Come on, junior brother, I can only help you with these."

Fingel glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was in meditation like an old monk, and said in his heart.

The return trip was smooth, with no storms or hard-headed birds.

Sleipnier landed smoothly at the Chicago airport, and then they chartered a helicopter and flew directly to the academy.

The assets of the Ghost Crowd are still being calculated, but what has been calculated so far has added about $10 billion to the warband fund.

The happiest person was not Chu Zihang, who was in charge of the financial power, but Akina Sakai.

She has always been worried about the fact that she spent all the money on the purchase of arms, and she thinks it is the reason why she can't bargain.

Although it is true, if Finger comes to do it, the old man can cut at least half of the price.

Besides selling this thing to them, who else could it be sold to?

Of course, this is not Sakai Akina's problem.

In that case, safety and timeliness come first.

The gifts from the Japanese branch were all piled up in the corner, waiting for Fingel to open the box live.

The sarcophagus was placed horizontally in the middle of the hall, just below the icon of the Emperor.

"Speaking of the leader, what is going on here?"

Fingel asked curiously while adjusting the video equipment.

"An 'angel'."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Angel? The kind that flies in the sky?"

Fingal said.

"It should be possible, he has wings."

He thought about it and said.

"What an angel, why is he locked in a coffin? Isn't it a demon who is sealed?"

Fingel complained.

"Because if you don't lock him, all intelligent creatures will be destroyed."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Is it true or not, stronger than King Bai?"

Fingal was a little skeptical.

"Give him a little time, and he can burn the entire planet to ashes."

He said.

"Is such a fierce thing just placed here? What if someone owes someone to lift the coffin board?"

Fingal was taken aback.

Good guy, it was exciting enough to ride in the same car with Hai Tan last time, and this time it's even more exciting.

"The sarcophagus has been bound to my soul, and no one can open it without my permission."

Lu Mingfei signaled that he need not worry.

If it weren't for the sacred object that even Gauss's weapon could not shake, how could it hold the "angel" that killed the devil like a chicken.

"What is the purpose of the great emperor sending him here?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Last insurance."

Lu Mingfei replied.

Any plan has the potential to fail, as the Emperor has experienced many times before.

So in order not to let this planet become a plaything of the Warp, the Emperor would rather destroy it.

Some people may think that such a plan is too cold, but in the dark universe, there is no warmth at all.

Of course, Lu Mingfei will do his best to prevent the worst ending from happening.

"I feel like the end of the world is getting closer."

Fingel said with a pun.

"This is the meaning of the existence of the battle group, to save mankind before despair, and to purify mankind before it falls."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Praise be to the holy Emperor, who is the guardian of pure hearts and the destroyer of impure souls."

Chu Zihang and Sakai Akina chanted together, and Yuan Zhinu joined them.

"Anyway, I don't understand your brain circuits."

Fingal shrugged.

Even though he already knew that the god that Lu Mingfei believed in was probably real, he still couldn't become devout.

Probably because half of his soul was buried in that sea of ​​ice, and the other half was also buried underground, so there were not many souls left to dedicate.

"You don't need to understand. As long as you remain with us in the defense of humanity, you are part of the Chapter."

Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee facing the emperor, and said with his back to Fingel.

(End of this chapter)