Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 142 I Will Find You
“I say,” Bai Zhi looked up from his desk, which he hadn’t used for years, his tone indifferent, “what do you take the Round Table Hall for? A refugee camp?”

Lu Mingfei shrugged, grinned, and said somewhat nonchalantly:

"What does it matter? Sir, you yourself said that there are plenty of imposters in the Round Table Hall, so one or two more won't make a difference, will it?"

Bai Zhi's sharp gaze pierced through the mask and landed on Lu Mingfei's face, scrutinizing him repeatedly, making Lu Mingfei feel extremely uncomfortable.

After a long pause, he said calmly:

"First it was that spirit trainer, then the blind girl, and then Lord Moen. Forgive my bluntness, but junior, your so-called kindness is of no use on your path to becoming king."

Unless it's news from a demigod, don't bother me again. As long as they're not troublesome, it's up to you.

After Baizhi finished speaking, he lowered his head again and continued reading the book in his hands. In his eyes, knowledge was the most important thing in the world.

Lu Mingfei, meanwhile, thoughtfully stroked his chin.

It seems his status in the round table hall is much higher than he imagined.

Emiya Shirou was right after all. In the borderlands, not obtaining a Great Rune and obtaining a Great Rune are two completely different things.

After Lu Mingfei defeated Grek and obtained the "Center of Gravity Ring," the attitudes of the faded members of the Round Table Hall and the speed at which his strength increased were completely different from before.

Seeing that Bai Zhi was no longer paying attention to him, Lu Mingfei didn't want to make a fool of himself. He turned around and left the room, taking Edgar, who was waiting outside, with him to find Elena.

When Lu Mingfei found her, the blind girl was sitting next to Rodrika's spirit-summoning stall, and the two were chatting casually.

When Edgar saw his daughter whom he had been longing for day and night, he could not contain his excitement and his eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Elena"

His voice trembled.

"Father!"

Although Elena was blind, she quickly recognized the person upon hearing the familiar voice.

She groped her way to her feet, her face beaming with unprecedented joy.

The father and daughter embraced each other tightly.

Edgar's broad, scarred shoulders gently embraced Elena, as if holding her entire world that she had lost and then regained.

All the suffering, guilt, and despair were completely washed away by the joy of reunion at this moment.

Irene buried her face in her father's chest, oblivious to the filthy bloodstains, her tears silently soaking the blindfold covering her eyes.

Standing aside, Lu Mingfei watched this deeply moving scene and felt a slight bittersweet relief. He instantly felt that all the suffering he had endured in Moen City had been worth it.

Master
Lu Mingfei silently recited in his heart.

I think I understand now.

You said that restoring the storm, reclaiming Stoneville, and challenging Grecker were not my missions because they were not the path I truly wanted to take.

But today, from the moment I stepped into Moen City, every step, every sword strike, every decision—from saving Elena to finding Edgar and reclaiming the Greatsword of the Sword Remains—was a choice I made from the bottom of my heart.

No one forced me, and I wasn't coerced by any grand principles; I just felt that I should do it.

So, I felt it.
Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on Edgar's back as he tightly embraced his daughter, and on Elena's tear-streaked face.

I felt the "glory" you spoke of. It has nothing to do with royalty or power. It comes from inner guidance, guiding you to protect and accomplish those "worthwhile" things.

After a long time.

The father and daughter finally snapped out of their joy at being reunited.

Edgar bowed deeply to Lu Mingfei:
"Thank you, Lord Lu Mingfei. Without your help, my daughter and I would probably have perished in the civil war in Moen City."

I am no longer the lord of Moen, but I am still a knight, and I swear allegiance to you.

Lu Mingfei looked at Edgar, neither agreeing nor refusing, and asked:

"What are your plans next?" Edgar paused slightly, thinking Lu Mingfei had something to say:
Please feel free to give your instructions.

Lu Mingfei waved his hand:
"That's not what I meant. I meant, are you still going to leave with your daughter?"

Edgar, a seasoned veteran who had once been a city lord, quickly discerned the hidden meaning in Lu Mingfei's words and cautiously replied:

"What do you mean?"

“Stay in the round table hall,” Lu Mingfei answered decisively, his tone leaving no room for doubt, “and don’t go out for at least a long time.”

Edgar was somewhat puzzled.

He certainly didn't believe that Lu Mingfei was keeping him and his daughter under house arrest. In these chaotic times, the round table hall was like a paradise.

Besides, what could a mediocre nobleman in decline and a blind girl possibly profit from?

Lu Mingfei understood the doubt in his eyes. Instead of explaining immediately, he asked in return:
Do you think the rebellion in Moen City was an accident?

Edgar pondered for a moment, then shook his head:
"No. It's more like a premeditated riot."

Lu Mingfei nodded, then asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"I've heard that there are traces of cult activity on the Sobbing Peninsula?"

"Yes, they've gathered in a place called Sick Village."

Edgar said instinctively, then seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened suddenly:

"You mean?"

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, his expression suggestive:
"I've thought about this for a long time before I finally realized something. Don't you think your Moen City is just like a fire-breathing sacrificial ground?"

Pain, despair, slaughter.
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Lienia, Pirum Avenue, Tranquil Church.

Like other churches in the border region, this is also a holy site for the Golden Tree faith. A huge statue of the goddess Marika stands in the church, silently watching over the ruins.

Right next to the goddess statue, beside a broken stone pillar, sat a wooden chair.

A woman sat in a chair, dressed in a finger witch outfit rarely seen in the borderlands, her head bowed as if she were quietly asleep.

However, she had already lost all life, and was just stiffly leaning against the cold chair back, her chest not rising or falling at all.

Suddenly, the deathly silence was broken.

The witch's withered fingers trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, her neck cracked sharply and jerked up in a manner that defied human anatomy!

Pfft pfft
Two chilling explosions rang out.

Two filthy yellow flames suddenly rose from the depths of the witch's tightly closed eye sockets. The flames pulsed and licked as if they were alive, burning the two lifeless eyeballs.

In the blink of an eye, the eyeballs strangely transformed into two yellowed, shrunken remains, resembling grapes about to rot, embedded in the center of the charred eye sockets.

A hoarse whisper, as if a multitude of voices were woven together, escaped from the witch's unopened lips, echoing softly in the empty church:

This body is not a good fit.

The sound was intermittent, as if enduring extreme pain, yet also seemingly containing a kind of mad obsession:

"...But...the flames...have...been lit...Lord Lu Mingfei..."

The witch's lips finally parted, and an unusual vitality shone through her slightly withered face; her hoarse whispers became clearer:

I will find you.

　Bounty has been opened! Bounty has been opened!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)