Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 107 Ingwell
He paused, looking at the young, faded figure before him with his peculiar equipment, possessing both the legacy of a lost knight and the blessing of a dragon's offering, his tone tinged with curiosity:
"Did you come here to follow in the footsteps of heroes?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei coughed awkwardly.

He subconsciously touched his chest—the parchment Melina had described as "if this were a map" was still there.

Thinking about it now, it all seems a bit far-fetched.

He looked around and saw jagged rocks, a gloomy pool, and a narrow, winding river. There was no sign of a bridge.
"To be honest, I got lost. I was trying to get to the Ponte Sainte."

Lu Mingfei shrugged at Yura and said frankly:
"I might need to find a less damp place to stay, or find someone who knows the way."

"Oh"

Yura's voice, usually as steady as an ancient well, paused for a rare moment, and the expression beneath her straw hat seemed to freeze subtly for a second.

Clearly, this answer was far removed from his expected "following in the footsteps of heroes." He remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised the long, slender katana in his hand, the tip pointing in a direction completely different from when Lu Mingfei had come:
"Saint's Bridge... that's the way to go."

Lu Mingfei fell silent.

After a while, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, trying to steady his voice so he wouldn't sound like a drowning dog.

"Senior, let's talk about the heroic footprints."

Yura listened quietly.

Lu Mingfei's little attempt to cover up his true intentions was as obvious as a louse on a bald man's head in the eyes of this seasoned veteran. However, he didn't point it out. Young people, after all, care about their image; that's understandable.

“The hero of the storm…” Yura’s deep voice slowly rose, “Ingwell, once known as one of the Storm King’s wings, spent countless days guarding the kingless city and later became a hero of the border.”

Legend has it that his tomb is located in the waters of Nymgfu.

He paused, his gaze falling on Lu Mingfei's armor:
"I thought...you came to find his grave and pay your respects."

“Paying tribute? Ah, yes, yes, yes!” Lu Mingfei nodded vigorously, his voice rising a octave. “Who says otherwise! Storm Hero Ingwill! What a resounding name! As a descendant who has inherited the power of the storm, it’s only natural to remember the footsteps of my predecessors! I was originally planning to go to Mengliu’s place anyway… wait a minute, who?! Storm Wings?! Ingwill!”

Lu Mingfei was so shocked he almost dropped his sword!

"I see! I see! I knew it!"

Lu Mingfei instantly perked up:
“There is guidance in the universe! Meeting you today is truly fate! Not only did you help me eliminate the evil spirit Blood Finger, but you also guided me and told me the resting place of the hero Lord Ingwell… I will remember this kindness!”

One of the Stormwings, Ingwell's Graveyard! Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. This was like a windfall! Who would have thought that someone as unlucky as me, Lu, who had gotten lost and ended up here, would stumble upon such incredible wealth!
Have you not seen the tomb of another Stormwing, "Oreg," which has been renovated to that state? If Lu Mingfei hadn't been too weak at the time, he would have really wanted to dig three feet into the ground to see what treasures were inside.

What? The bottom line? Are we digging up the graves of our own ancestors?
Lu Mingfei scoffed inwardly.

His bottom line? His bottom line is digging 100 meters down from the surface of the boundary!

Whether it's a hero's grave or a god's bathhouse, as long as something is buried there that allows him, Lu Mingfei, to survive in this godforsaken place and live a better life, then that is his promised land!
Besides, the old masters are all dead. Their amazing skills and treasures are buried in damp water, getting moldy and covered in moss. Isn't that a waste?

Lu Mingfei is acting on behalf of Heaven, redistributing resources rationally! He's helping the spirits of our predecessors find a reliable successor to continue the glory of Storm!
As for accusations? Lu Mingfei puffed out his chest, trying to appear more self-righteous. Even that irritable old man sitting in the Dragon Banquet Church, who was always flipping tables, hadn't said anything against digging up graves, so who dared to utter a single word? Dig! We must dig! And we must hurry! Things could go wrong if some clueless fading soul beat us to it; who would he complain to then?

Once the thought was clear, Lu Mingfei's smile immediately became genuine and radiant. The embarrassment of being lost and the awkwardness of forcing himself to stay put vanished instantly, and his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Senior, do you know the exact location of the cemetery?!"

Yura slightly raised her straw hat, her eyes sweeping over Lu Mingfei's face, which was filled with "I want to get rich" but was trying to squeeze out "I'm here to worship my ancestors".

He remained silent, finally letting out a low "hmm," and tilted the blade slightly, pointing it towards the depths of the river.
"Let's go there and take a look. If the legend is true, it will probably only be there."

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the knife tip, and his heart pounded again—that's it!

"Then senior..."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his metal fingers together, his tone tinged with a hint of probing:
"So, are you going to continue hunting Bloodfinger? Or... also plan to visit the ruins of Heroes of the Storm?"

His eyes, hidden beneath his mask, were fixed on the bamboo hat, his mind racing with calculations: If this seemingly exceptionally strong and reliable senior could also go to the Mengliu Land... wouldn't the safety factor increase dramatically?
However, Yura simply shook her head:
"If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."
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The moisture was even thicker in the deeper parts of the river, and the smell of rotting algae was almost nauseating. Lu Mingfei trudged through the mud, his heavy plate armor covered in grime.

In the direction Yura pointed, the river suddenly widened, and on a rugged rocky cliff, a carved door appeared prominently.

"This is it!"

Lu Mingfei's heart tightened.

He slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door, and with a creaking sound, the dark tomb of the hero was revealed once again, with man-made steps faintly visible extending underground.

In the darkness ahead, a faint yet warm golden light floats silently.

"Bless!"

Lu Mingfei's spirits lifted, and he practically dragged his exhausted body over.

Without hesitation, he reached out and his fingertips touched the golden light.

hum-

There's no mistake. The blessed guidance indicates that even if this isn't Ingwell's grave, it's the final resting place of some great figure!

but.

Lu Mingfei looked around.

Unlike the border hero cemetery where Oreg is buried, Ingwell's grave seems rather simple.
There are no heroic souls guarding the tomb, no rumbling chariots, no poisonous pools blocking the way; it stands quietly and plainly in a corner of the river.

(End of this chapter)