Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 307 My Way to Be King
After Lu Mingfei and the Forge Knight Theros finished their discussion and reached an agreement, the Magic Swordsman Roger and the Old Lost Knight Svengar had also recovered from the battle.

However, it was only at this point that Lu Mingfei realized a crucial problem.

How do we get up there?

He and Roger looked at each other, then realized that they had fallen from the collapsed rock face.

Lu Mingfei turned to look at the Forge Knight, with a hint of curiosity:

"Speaking of which, can't you conjure up those golden wings? How come you're trapped in a place like this?"

Theros glanced at him as if he were a fool, and patiently explained:

"It's a prayer called 'Wings of the Furnace,' which does grant the ability to fly briefly. But my strength isn't enough for long-distance flight, and—"

He paused:

"This is not a prayer I'm good at."

"So what are you good at?"

"Didn't you just experience it for yourself? The Hundred Faces of the Forge?"

"These prayers all come from the power of the ancient golden tree, which is essentially a simulation of the organs of ancient creatures using the power of the life furnace."

Each Forge Knight has their own preferred form, and even the commanders wouldn't dare claim to be proficient in all of them.

Lu Mingfei keenly noticed that the old knight's attitude was much gentler than before, even carrying a hint of lecturing.

Roger interjected at the opportune moment:
"Gentlemen, let's leave these academic discussions for later. The most important question now is—how do we leave this place?"

The atmosphere fell silent once again.

Svengar, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:
"The elevator isn't damaged; it's just been deliberately jammed. Once we notify the higher-ups to unlock it, we can start it from below and go up."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't ask me."

The old knight's answer was simple and direct.

Lu Mingfei was momentarily at a loss for words when it came to his complaints, but then he remembered that this old guy was over a thousand years old...

Never mind, it's normal to get dementia as you get older. It's good enough if you can stay conscious.

He comforted himself in this way.

"But how do we contact our superiors?"

Roger raised the key question.

Svengar did not answer, but instead put two fingers to his lips and blew a long and unique whistle.

Lu Mingfei sensed a fluctuation of some kind of primal power contained in the whistle—this was clearly a special combat technique.

A moment later, accompanied by a loud eagle cry, a majestic storm eagle swooped down from the clouds and landed steadily on Svengar's shoulder armor.

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked Svengar:

"We have this skill?"

"Stonewell has been friends with Stormhawks for generations."

Svengar gently stroked the Stormhawk's wings as he explained:

"The Storm King and the Eagle King forged an alliance in ancient times and have been close companions ever since. Despite the succession of many lords, the knights stationed in Stoneville have not abandoned this tradition."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head:
"How come I've never learned this before?"

This time, the old knight didn't even raise his head:

"You didn't ask."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Amidst the helpless gazes of the crowd, Svengar skillfully attached a bone fragment engraved with runes to the Stormhawk's talons.

With a long cry, the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew towards the top of the cloud-shrouded cliff.

“Now,” Svengard turned to the crowd, “we just need to wait.”

soon.

Click, click.

The clicking sound of gears turning came from above.

The heavy chains began to move slowly, and the elevator, buried under vines and rubble, emitted a dull groan as years of accumulated dust settled. "It seems our little bird has delivered the message."

Lu Mingfei muttered as he stood up and patted the dust off his armor.

Svengar nodded slightly.

"Stormhawk never betrays the knight's trust."

The elevator has finally been put back into use.

Theros was the first to step forward, his red armor shimmering in the twilight.

"A reminder to everyone."

The Forge Knight turned to look at the crowd:

"When we return to the ground, it's best not to announce my presence. Although many of the soldiers here are the prince's old men, the fact that the prince accepted us doesn't mean others don't have opinions."

"This armor is not popular."

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback, and asked curiously, "Why?"

The Forge Knight paused for a moment.

He turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei and asked in surprise:

"You do not know?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei shake his head, Theros sighed, his hoarse voice seemingly carrying endless vicissitudes:
"Because the furnace has many facets."

His armored hand slowly traced the sun-like emblem on his chest:

"The furnace is the origin of all life."

"In the beginning, all things were in chaos and undifferentiated, and life was indistinguishable from one another, and then gradually evolved into form."

“Scales and horns, these features, considered anomalous, are remnants of the furnace and also localized, intergenerational inheritance in the bloodline. In ancient times, these features held sacred significance.”

His voice gradually lowered, tinged with self-mockery:

"However, today, these ancient marks are seen as symbols of defilement."

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized why this guy had called him a "defiler" earlier; there was another reason behind it.

"I see. So that's why mixed-race people are discriminated against?"

He thought of the old man Xiu Gu locked in the round table hall, and also of the rebellious mixed-race slaves in Moen City.

The Forge Knight nodded:

"Their ancestors had come into contact with the furnace, and their descendants were left with the marks of a hundred different appearances. This was a sacred bloodline, but it was regarded as a curse."

He looked directly at Lu Mingfei, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"And aren't we, who truly possess the power of the furnace, also discriminated against at every turn?"

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Theros's red and gold armor, which exuded ancient power.

He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the narrow elevator shaft:
“Then, Mr. Theros, I permit you—no, I welcome you to freely display your figure in Stoneville and freely proclaim your name in Nymgford.”

"I befriend hybrids, travel with witches, associate with demi-human tribes, and recall exiled knights and exiles."

"I have no complicated rules here, and I have no prejudice against what the world calls 'filth' and 'blasphemy.'"

Lu Mingfei continued:
“Stoneville has changed. As long as I stand here, hybrids can walk with their backs straight, demi-humans can live in peace, and knights who have lost their homes can regain their glory. Therefore—”

He looked at Theros, his gaze open and honest:
"Why can't we accept the oldest Forge Knight?"

The red light beneath Theros' helmet flickered faintly, and his hoarse voice carried a hint of disbelief:
"Are you sure you want to do this? This will cause you a lot of trouble."

"trouble?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh:

"Trouble has never stopped since I set foot on this land."

"My teacher taught me to follow my heart, to be upright, and to be a true knight."

"As long as you are a true knight, a warrior who pursues glory and keeps his oath."

"You are my friend."

(End of this chapter)