Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 213 Go and get a table of mahjong

Nymgford, Dragon's Sacrifice Church.

No matter how turbulent things are outside, this place remains as peaceful and serene as ever. However, the permanent population on the island has now doubled, from one person to two.

"That's really amazing."

O'Neill patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder heavily, his deeply lined face beaming with pride, and turned to the old knight, saying:
"See? I told you this kid's got guts! You always said he wasn't up to par and was a disappointment, but now he has two large runes in his hands, what do you have to say?"

He looked as if Lu Mingfei wasn't the old knight's disciple at all, but rather O'Neill's own son.

"Humph."

The old man gave a heavy snort and said calmly:
"It wasn't something he did alone. This kid is still far from being a true demigod. If you keep praising him, he'll probably grab a sword and charge into Rodel right now, only to be casually tossed aside by the Blessed King. Do you believe me?"

O'Neill shook his head, turned around and grabbed Lu Mingfei, saying:
"Ignore him, that's just his temper. He's stinker than Stoneville's sewers and harder than an ancient dragon's scales. He was like that when he was young, and he's only gotten worse now that he's old."

So, how were those two halberd techniques I learned? My broken halberd still comes in handy, doesn't it?
I told you not to learn swordsmanship from your master anymore. What future is there in practicing that fancy moveset? You'd be better off learning the Storm Knight's orthodox halberd technique from me, which is powerful and heavy.”

O'Neill seemed to have been alone in the heart of the Ionian swamp for a long time, and had become somewhat talkative due to the lack of communication. Or perhaps he had always been like this, but Lu Mingfei was unaware of it.

"With this kid's build, it's already quite an achievement that he can even wave your military flag."

The old knight glanced at him and said calmly:

"Besides, Ingwell's ashes are still on him, so why should he learn halberd techniques from you?"

O'Neal immediately retorted:
“Oreg’s grave isn’t far from here. I don’t believe that someone with his strength wouldn’t be able to leave behind complete ashes. So why doesn’t he go and retrieve Oreg’s ashes and learn dual swords from him?”

His words were provocative:

"Do you, old codger, think your swordsmanship has surpassed 'Storm Wings'? If I remember correctly, you were only ranked third back then."

"fart!!!"

The old knight, like a wild beast whose tail had been stepped on, instantly flew into a rage, his wrinkled face turning bright red:

"What do you know, you foreign ragtag military leader..."

Seeing the two elderly people, whose combined age was approaching several hundred, arguing so fiercely over this old story that their faces turned red and they even started pushing and pulling each other, as if they were about to come to blows, Lu Mingfei felt his head buzzing.

Helping him or helping anyone would be problematic; the old man had been incredibly kind to him, and O'Neil had also treated him exceptionally well. Advising him, however, was a recipe for disaster for Lu Mingfei. He was certain that the moment O'Neil opened his mouth, the fighting would spill over onto him, and the two old men would definitely team up to teach him a lesson.
At this time, as long as
jingle--

Lu Mingfei rang the soul-summoning bell.

The grayish-white spiritual energy slowly condensed in the field, gradually outlining a shape.

Ingwell's figure, wielding a halberd, suddenly appeared. He looked around and, apart from two old men wrestling, saw no other enemies.

He turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei. Although his soul was not strong enough to support clear communication with ordinary people, his eyes clearly said:
"You called me out just for such a trivial matter?"

Immediately, the tall spirit knight turned around and slammed his halberd into the ground!
A miniature storm cyclone swept outwards, passing over the two elderly people who were locked in a struggle, forcing them to let go of each other's hands.

Ingwell turned to O'Neill and nodded slightly, seemingly conveying something silently.

O'Neill did indeed possess some talent as a spirit medium. He used his own methods to summon the ashes of his soldiers, carrying these souls who could not return to the tree with him at all times. The military flag was not only his weapon, but also the medium through which he summoned the ashes.

The veteran nodded, the bloodshot on his face gradually disappearing:

"understood."

The old knight, lacking any talent for spirit summoning, couldn't hear what Ingwell was saying. He pursed his lips and asked:
"what did he say?"

O'Neill lowered his voice and said:
"He told us to kick that kid. Want to do it, or should I?"

However, Lu Mingfei has a high level of sensitivity and his hearing is also very keen.

Seeing that the two old men were really about to "follow orders" and take action, Lu Mingfei reacted quickly, taking a step back to create distance and hurriedly waving his hand:
"No, no, no, no, no! I was wrong!" Then, a fawning smile spread across his face.
"How about I go and sweep Oreg's grave, and invite him over to keep you two company? I know a very skilled spirit trainer, so spirit training is definitely not a problem for him."

The two people and Ling exchanged a silent glance, neither speaking, as if Lu Mingfei's words had struck a nerve.

Lu Mingfei then remembered that Oreg seemed to have joined the ranks of the mysterious ruler of the royal city of Rodel, known as the "Blessed King," and that Jellian had just told him a few days ago that this current king of the royal city seemed to have sent the Night Riders to search for his master.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head:

"If you don't get along with him"

“No,” O’Neill shook his head, “that’s not what I meant, kid. I just happened to be discussing something with your master, and it’s somewhat related to this.”

The old man was even more direct; he glared at Lu Mingfei and cursed:
"Fool! Do you think that with Oreg's abilities and the Night Riders leading him, he wouldn't have been able to find me all these years? Why do you think I know so clearly that there is a Dragon's Blessing mark in Oreg's tomb?"

Lu Mingfei shrank back, belatedly realizing that there seemed to be a deeper connection involved.

He asked cautiously:
"What are you discussing...?"

The old knight took a deep breath.

His gaze fell on Lu Mingfei's face, tinged with a touch of melancholy, his voice slow but firm:
"I'll prepare a ceremony for you."

"ceremony?"

Lu Mingfei remained bewildered.

"Succession ceremony".

O'Neal added in a deep voice:

"The succession ceremony for the next leader of the Storm Knights."

"what?"

Lu Mingfei blankly extended a finger and hesitantly pointed to himself:

"I?"

The two elderly people, along with Ingwell, who was only a spirit beside them, all nodded.

"Successor to the Grand Master of the Knights?"

Lu Mingfei was completely bewildered.

This news sounds like a toad being told that it will inherit Swan Lake tomorrow and become the leader of the swans.

"If you two want to rebuild the Storm Knights, why don't you become their leaders yourselves?"

O'Neal sighed and said:

“I am not strong enough, not experienced enough, and have no bloodline connection whatsoever. Your master is a branch of the Storm King, but he is too old, as old as the Storm Wings.”

“And you,” O’Neill changed the subject, “have the merit of killing two demigods, and you are a knight trained and appointed by this old man, inheriting his lineage completely.”

If you don't take the job, who will?

He urged Lu Mingfei:
"Go quickly. First, retrieve General Oreg's ashes. We need to head to Stoneville. We can't just take over the old capital and stay stuck on this island forever."

Lu Mingfei was thus pushed and urged by O'Neill, and had no choice but to go to the Blessing, heading directly to the Drifting Cemetery.

Only after Lu Mingfei's figure completely disappeared from the spot did O'Neill slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)