Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 134 Great! It's Lu Mingfei's shamelessness! We're saved!
"Is this the soul-summoning bell?"

Rodrigo carefully took the antique bell from Lu Mingfei's hand, her fingertips gently tracing the mysterious patterns on it.

Her large eyes sparkled with amazement:
"As expected of Lord Lu Mingfei, he found it so quickly."

From the time Rodrika last mentioned the medium for summoning ashes to the time Lu Mingfei brought the Soul-Summoning Bell back to her, less than a month had passed—an efficiency that was nothing short of terrifying.

Lu Mingfei awkwardly touched his nose. Even after being in the border region for so long, he still wasn't used to being praised so directly.

He scratched his head awkwardly:

"No, actually, I just got incredibly lucky."

Rodrigo tilted her head, golden hair slipping down her cheek, and blinked, as if waiting for what she would say next.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, hesitated, and ultimately gave up on explaining the whole story to Rodrik. These complex entanglements involving demigods really shouldn't involve a young girl who had already given up wielding a sword.

Since arriving at the Round Table Hall, Rodrika has been diligently studying under Xiu Gu and is now an excellent spirit trainer.

She calls herself Rodrik, a "spirit trainee".

Lu Mingfei's gaze swept over Rodrik's small workbench, attempting to change the subject:

“I heard from Grandpa Xiu Gu that you have made great progress. You can now communicate with and tune the soul in the ashes.”

Rodrik's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head a little:
"No. I'm still far from it. I still find it difficult to resonate with those ashes that have names, and I also lack practice."

"Ashes with names."

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked:
"Don't ashes always have names?"

Rodrika gently shook her head, her long golden hair swaying slightly. She began to explain earnestly:

"Only those who were powerful in life have their names preserved in their ashes along with their consciousness. The weak can only retain basic rationality and fighting instincts."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

In other words, there are differences between different types of cremated remains, and they are also graded.
Those who are unknown and weak will not have their names engraved in their souls after they turn to ashes; while those who were famous in life will still have their glory after they are gone.

The white wolf ashes given to him by the mysterious figure who was suspected to be the Moon Witch clearly belonged to the former, while the senior "Ingwell" belonged to the latter.

"Lord Lu Mingfei?"

Rodrigo called softly, interrupting his thoughts.

"Ah, sorry."

Lu Mingfei snapped out of his daze and took out a delicate little box from his bag:
"Here you go."

Rodrigo curiously opened the box, inside which lay a piece of ashes emanating a soul-stirring energy.

"This is?"

"The ashes of a lone wolf."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head:
"Something I got by accident. Although they are... well... quite loyal, they are somewhat unable to keep up with my combat intensity and pace, so I might as well leave them with you for you to practice on."

Rodrigo did not answer immediately. She gently placed the small box in front of her kneeling knees, slowly clasped her hands together at her chest, and closed her eyes slightly.

A mysterious spiritual energy emanated from her and slowly spread outwards, like ripples on water, spreading little by little.

When the spiritual ripples touched the small box, something wonderful happened.

The ashes in the box also emitted a faint, yet perceptible, fluctuation of the soul. The two resonated with each other, communicating and merging.

Rodrika slowly opened her eyes, a look of confusion flashing in them:
"Lord Lu Mingfei, have the souls of these wolves already been manipulated?"

"what?"

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback:
"Is this happening?"

"Ok!"

Rodrika nodded vigorously, her slender fingers gently tracing the edge of the box:
"Their soul fluctuations, though faint, are very complete, just like..."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment:
"Just like the swords that Mr. Xiugu has already polished."

Lu Mingfei touched his chin thoughtfully.

It seems that witch Reina is quite something.
“In that case,” he thought for a moment, “could you take a look at this one for me too?”

He carefully took Ingwell's ashes from his pocket and handed them to her.

Rodrigo took it with both hands and repeated the action, but this time, her eyes opened even faster.

Her expression hesitated, and her voice carried a hint of unease:

"These are ashes with a name? Lord Lu Mingfei, I... I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

Lu Mingfei waved his hand dismissively:
“His family is right here! This senior Ingwell is my senior in the martial arts school, so I've put in charge for him. You can transfer him as you like!”

Rodrigo's eyes widened:
"But."

Lu Mingfei's words deepened Rodrika's hesitation. The legend of Ingwell, one of the Stormwings, was something the Spirit Trainer girl had heard from the Faded Ones; he was a heroic figure. What if something went wrong?
"Stop it."

Lu Mingfei plopped down on the wooden crate next to him:

"You're the best spirit trainer I know! Besides, my master uncle has a very good temper. Last time I practiced my sword at his grave and even lifted the lid off his coffin."

hum!
Ingwell's ashes suddenly vibrated slightly, emitting a faint light, which startled Lu Mingfei so much that he almost fell off the box.

But who is Lu Mingfei?
If Storm King had used his face to repair the city walls back then, Stoneville wouldn't have been breached by the previous King of Elden, Gofrey, and could have held out for at least several more decades!
Lu Mingfei forced himself to remain calm, steadied himself, and pointed to the ashes:

"Look! Even my senior master can't wait!"

Rodrigo looked at Lu Mingfei with a hint of helplessness.

This person is good in every way, except that occasionally he has a tendency to talk nonsense. What "the best spirit trainer"? Of course Rodrika knows that; Lu Mingfei only knows her as a spirit trainer. As for that "can't wait," Lord Lu Mingfei, that was clearly tinged with anger, wasn't it?
Rodrigo couldn't help but chuckle softly, her tension dissipating. She placed the ashes back on the workbench, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and a pale blue aura flowed from her fingertips, swirling around the ashes.

The light gradually wove together to form a blurry outline of a knight.

"It worked!" Rodrika opened her eyes, her voice filled with surprise. "Senior Ingwell responded to me; he's willing to fight for you."

The knight's phantom nodded slightly, then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the ashes. Rodrik's spiritual light trembled slightly before slowly dissipating.

He said.

Her tone suddenly became very serious, like a child imitating an adult's speech:
"Your Storm Sword Technique is still too stiff."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened instantly.

(End of this chapter)