Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 226 Anyway, no one dares to bully you
"alright."

Lu Mingfei nodded, feeling his integrity plummeting away.
"I'll cover the room fee for the standard room first. I guarantee you'll sleep like a log tonight."

"make a deal!"

Xia Mi immediately beamed with joy.

Lu Mingfei resignedly helped Xia Mi lift her luggage. Her luggage consisted of only a standard suitcase and a tote bag, similar to Lu Mingfei's.

He now only feels that this place is poisonous.

When I started college, I found a Fingal at the train station. When I started college, I found a female Fingal.
Fate is truly a cycle.

Lu Mingfei sighed deeply and said:

"Let's go, let's get a room."

"Huh? Senior brother is quite the gentleman?"

Xia Mi tilted her head to look at him, smiling broadly, and didn't stand on ceremony.

"Come on," Lu Mingfei said habitually, his eyelids drooping. "I'm just worried that your short legs will make you too slow carrying the suitcase, and it'll delay me from finding a place to eat lunch. What good will it do you to let your senior brother starve?"

"Yes, yes, senior brother is right!"

Xia Mi readily complied, skipping and hopping to keep up with him, walking side by side in the empty station hall:
"To repay your kindness in carrying my suitcase and taking me in, please have a Coke!"

"Let's check into the hotel first and then buy it, we still need to eat anyway."

Lu Mingfei muttered.

"You're buying, you're buying, you're buying!"

Xia Mi made a face:
“You enemy of the proletariat! I never said I was going to pay.”

She pulled two used Coke paper cups from her bag, ran to the closed Subway entrance, stood on tiptoe, and squeezed half of her body through the metal railing.

So that her hand holding the cup could just reach the switch on the soda machine, and a pleasant sound of water filled the air. The Subway employee had forgotten to unplug the soda machine when closing the store.

It was a wonderful morning. Sunlight streamed through the skylight in the roof and shone on Xia Mi. The slender and graceful girl stood on one leg with a ballerina-like movement, reaching out to steal him a cup of cola.

Lu Mingfei looked at her, and suddenly felt very calm.

For the first time, he understood the meaning of the phrase "balanced body and flesh" so clearly. It was a kind of beauty full of vitality and unique to youth, pure and bright, which made people feel refreshed just by looking at it. It was like seeing a famous painting or a beautiful landscape, without having any distracting thoughts. He only hoped that the scene could stay for a while.

The pretty and slightly cunning little thief is simply a masterpiece of God's inspiration, so cute that people are almost falling for her.

Lu Mingfei sighed inwardly, feeling that peaceful life in the 21st century was truly wonderful, and that continuing his studies at Kassel College was definitely the right decision.

Tired of the constant fighting and killing in the border region? Coming here to see the pretty junior sisters is a good alternative.

"If you drink the Coke I stole, you'll owe me a favor!"

Xia Mi shoved the cold cup into his hand, smiling as she spoke, her eyes crinkling into beautiful crescent moons:

"From now on at school, senior, please help me out a lot!"

Lu Mingfei sipped his cola, the icy sensation refreshing him, and casually replied:
"Don't worry, junior sister, you'll know when you get to the academy."

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, considering how to tell this girl who had never been exposed to the world of mixed-race people.

Xia Mi stared at him with her big, watery eyes, full of curiosity:
"what do you know?"

Lu Mingfei said lazily:
"Anyway, no one will dare to bully you."

"My senior brother is such a kind person."

Xia Mi's smile was so charming that everyone loved her, then she suddenly switched to a deep voice, as if a caring older sister were speaking:

"Xia Mi, be careful not to get caught. Be alert and beware of fire, theft, and your senior brothers!"
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In a room at the Hyatt Regency Chicago, Lu Mingfei lay sprawled on the sofa, a thick, slightly curled copy of an ancient book lying on the floor. The cover bore a handwritten German inscription: "ber die Theorie des Nibelungenliedes und verwandte Phnomene" (Theoretical Study of the Nibelungen Song and Related Phenomena). Scattered nearby were several internal briefings from the Executive Department, their titles containing phrases like "Anomalous Space" and "Unexplained Disappearances."

His gaze was focused, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the complex and difficult-to-understand terms and the hand-drawn, seemingly chaotic geometric patterns on the pages.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting small shadows on his lowered eyelashes and giving his usually somewhat languid profile a rare look of quiet contemplation.

This famous hotel is located on the banks of the Chicago River, where you can see white cruise ships slowly passing by on the water, with an enthusiastic, portly black tour guide on the bow describing the golden age that laid the foundation for this city to a group of foreign tourists.

Lu Mingfei's thoughts, however, had already drifted to that elevated road in the rainy night, and to that lonely Maybach.

Nibelungen...

The word originates from Niflheim in ancient Norse mythology, which means "land of mist".

In the world of hybrids, it refers to an independent space constructed by dragons through alchemy.

When Lu Mingfei entered the sunken bronze city at the bottom of the Three Gorges, it was the palace of the King of Bronze and Fire. It was also a Nibelungen, which was completely destroyed after the death of the twins on the throne.

Will this be what happened to Chu Zihang's father?

Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed slightly.

He attempted to match the fragmented descriptions in the documents with the records in the literature.

If it really was the Nibelungen, then what exactly did Chu Zihang and his father see back then? And what did they experience?
Lu Mingfei's finger paused on a passage about "domain strength" on a page of the book, his mood somewhat heavy, as he considered how such a being could construct the Nibelungen.

The standard double room has two beds clearly separated by a bedside table that seems to mark the boundary between Chu and Han.

On Xia Mi's bed, the girl was sitting cross-legged, enthusiastically fiddling with her camera, snapping away at the scenery outside the window and the details inside the room.

"Senior brother, senior brother, look! This angle is amazing! It captures both the river view and half of your handsome face in one shot!"

Xia Mi raised her camera and pointed it at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously raised his book to cover his face, his eyelids drooping:

"No thanks, senior brother. I'm not photogenic. Go take pictures of your river view instead."

He thought to himself, "This girl has so much energy; she doesn't seem tired at all after all this running around."

"Tch, boring."

Xia Mi pouted, but didn't insist. Instead, she adjusted her focus on the Chicago River and the distant skyscrapers outside the window, humming an off-key tune.

The only sounds in the room were the soft clicking of the camera shutter and the rustling of Lu Mingfei turning the pages of his book.

The sun was shining warmly, and the air was filled with a faint, fresh scent, I couldn't tell if it was the hotel's aromatherapy or a young girl's shampoo.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

"Senior brother," Xia Mi suddenly put down her camera, her voice filled with curiosity, "what are you looking at?"

She had somehow moved closer, leaning against the back of the sofa, her chin almost resting on Lu Mingfei's shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

Lu Mingfei's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The wariness he developed in border areas made him uncomfortable with people getting so close, especially someone with such a peculiar aura.

He subtly moved to the side.

"It's nothing, just some...extracurricular reading."

Lu Mingfei gave a vague answer and subconsciously tried to close the book.

It's best to keep the fact that the person is of mixed race a secret from the new students who haven't enrolled yet.

(End of this chapter)