Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

I wasn't too happy with Chapter 235.
"It seems that we were a bit impulsive in proposing cooperation so hastily, and the Peruvian party has shown considerable resistance."

A young man spoke up.

"Do not."

Henkel shook his head:
"This is no longer resistance, this is a warning."

Another young man said:

"But Kassel College does need our help. With their strength alone, their chances of winning against the four monarchs are too small."

Henkel paused for a moment, then said:

"That's what I originally thought too."

He turned to look at the young man:
Originally, we had a basis for negotiation with Angers.

He's different from Frost Gattuso. He looks down on other families, and of course, he wouldn't lower himself to negotiate with us.

Koange… he only wanted revenge against the dragons for his fallen comrades; for a hatred that had lasted for centuries, he was willing to agree to any conditions.

“But,” Han Gao said slowly, toying with the alchemical revolver in his hand, “today, Angers has not brought a messenger seeking help; he has brought a blade that has already been sharpened.”

A young man couldn't help but speak up:
"Is that Lu Mingfei really an 'S' level? His speed, that power..."

"Why do you think Angers brought him here?"

Henkel interrupted him:
"It's not to boast about how excellent his students are, but to declare directly that the Secret Service has a new weapon, and that weapon is enough to cut through any of our unrealistic fantasies."

Painful groans came from the other side of the wall. The young man embedded in the wall had finally regained consciousness and was emitting unconscious howls.

The doctor and security guards rushed in with their tools and began carefully chiseling open the wall. The buzzing of the drill filled the room, and plaster dust flew everywhere.

"Remember this lesson."

Henkel's voice reached everyone's ears clearly:

“You can negotiate with Hilbert Jean Angers, you can joke, you can even threaten him—but never cross his bottom line.”

"Bottom line?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

Do not desecrate the dead, do not belittle the sacrifice.

"Angers must be over 130 years old, right? A man over 130 should have his coffin ready long ago, peacefully listening to his grandson tell stories. But as he sat quietly across from me, sipping champagne, I felt his body was tense, as if he might leap up at any moment, like a crocodile before its hunt."

Henkel said calmly:
“Angers, his desire for revenge burns within him, keeping him energetic and youthful. But that young man named Lu Mingfei is even more terrifying than Angers.”

"How old is he? Twenty? Twenty-one?"

"He has a powerful physique, and his strength can continue to grow. Just how high can a young S-class hybrid reach?"

“Angers’s fire of revenge, at least, has direction, has a target. He hates the dragons, the enemies who took his companions. But that Lu Mingfei…”

He turned around, a solemn expression appearing on his aged face:
“I can’t see through him. When he makes a move, there’s no anger, no hatred, not even murderous intent in his eyes. It’s as natural as swatting a mosquito.”

"A young man in his early twenties possesses such terrifying power, yet he has no corresponding desires or ambitions?"

Henkel gently shook his head. "Either he's a perfect actor, or there's something more dangerous burning within him than Angers."

He walked back to the table, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on the alchemical revolver:

“Angers at least follows the rules and tries to maneuver within them. But that young man... he doesn’t care about the rules at all.”

A young man couldn't help but ask:
"So what should we do? Are we just going to give up cooperating with the Secret Party like this?"

"Do not."

Han Gao slowly sat down:

"On the contrary. We need to pay closer attention to Kassel College, especially to that Lu Mingfei."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes:
“But we need to do it differently. We can no longer appear as benefactors or equal partners. We'd better be humble in front of that young man.” “Send Angers our sincerest apologies.”

Han Gao instructed:
"To express our respect for the cause of the Peruvian Party and our admiration for that young S-class individual."

He paused for a moment and added:

"At the same time, I need to use all available resources to find out everything about Lu Mingfei. His lineage, his abilities, his past. In particular, where exactly did Angers find him?"

Han Gao looked at the grotesque dent in the wall and muttered to himself:

"Times have indeed changed. But whether those changes are favorable or unfavorable to us depends on whether we can see clearly who is truly wielding the knife."

The medical staff finally placed the wounded on stretchers and carefully carried them out of the room. The others also left one after another, leaving Henkel alone.

Han Gao suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with melancholy.

"What a fine S-class!"

He murmured to himself:
"What a sharp blade."

His gaze returned to the door, as if he were conversing with someone who was not present:
"Hilbert Jean Angers, you've finally found it, haven't you? A knife sharp enough to cut through the old era."
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Lu Mingfei followed Angers out of the lounge. The heavy door closed behind them, instantly shutting out the chaos and silence inside.

The noise and light of the banquet hall rushed in, as if the brief conflict just now was just an illusion.

Where are the lamb chops?

Lu Mingfei looked around, his nostrils twitching slightly, like a hunting dog searching for food.

"I think I can smell black pepper and rosemary."

Angers chuckled softly, gracefully took two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, and handed him one: "Not bad, though a bit rough."

Lu Mingfei took the wine glass but didn't drink it, still stubbornly searching for meat:

"It's because what he said was too harsh. It's the 21st century, and he's still clinging to the old imperial and landlord system—is he trying to restore the monarchy? Besides..."

Lu Mingfei paused:

"What right does he have to say those things about the dead? Every soldier who dies on the battlefield deserves the respect they deserve."

"Victory may not be the end for a warrior, but to be able to wield the sword for a mission they believe in until the very last moment is an honor. They are proud of this, so what right do we, the living, have to disregard this honor?"

“So,” he concluded, “I wasn’t too happy to hear him say that.”

Angers' gaze swept across Lu Mingfei's profile, catching a fleeting glimpse of a certain emotion in the young man's eyes.

It appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly. The next second, Lu Mingfei was back to being that young man who seemed to only care about eating and drinking.

"found it!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the grill at the end of the long dining table. A chef in a white chef's uniform was taking a large, sizzling, and fragrant lamb rib off the grill.

He carried the mountain of plates, found a relatively quiet corner to sit down, and immediately began to enjoy his meal with great concentration.

Aren't you worried about Henkel's reaction?

Angers sat down opposite him, swirling his wine glass.

"worry about what?"

Lu Mingfei's mouth was stuffed with mutton, and he said indistinctly:
"It was his people who didn't know the rules first. Besides..."

He swallowed his food, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and looked calmly at Angers:

"Principal, you brought me here just to make them 'worry' about our reaction, didn't you? Wasn't it you who gave the signal to take action?"

Angers laughed, this time a genuine smile of joy.

He appreciated this unspoken understanding.

(End of this chapter)