Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 311 Thank you

Lu Mingfei did not stay in the room for long.

Just as he said, even in sadness, one should not stop moving forward, because he carries the expectations of too many people on his shoulders.

A moment later, he raised his head, straightened his back, and stood up from the chair. Under the girl's gaze, the fragile young man's figure gradually faded away, and he transformed back into a resolute knight.

"It's time to go."

Lu Mingfei said.

Melina did not immediately return to him; instead, she lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

When she raised her single eye again, she said softly:

"In the golden tree's most bountiful time, the dew of grace flows endlessly."

A priest created the amulet shaped like a dewdrop, which was blessed by the goddess Marika herself, possessing the effect of slowly restoring life force.

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes:
"His life force can be restored? Does that mean he can still be saved?"

Melina nodded, then shook her head:
"His life force is nearly exhausted. The Graceful Dewdrop Amulet can only slow down the process, but cannot reverse the essence of his exhaustion."

Lu Mingfei's tense expression finally eased, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up:

"That's enough, thank you, Melina."

Melina said softly:
"I hope this will reduce your worries."

"Where is the amulet?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Royal City".

Melina's figure began to become transparent, leaving behind only a vague and ethereal sentence.

"At the foot of that distant golden tree lies the royal city of Rodel."
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When Lu Mingfei arrived at the main hall, Roger and Theros were already waiting there. The magic swordsman was carefully examining his rapier, while the furnace knight stood quietly in the shadows, his red armor gleaming in the torchlight.

"It seems you've adjusted to the right mindset."

Roger keenly noticed the change in Lu Mingfei's eyes and gracefully sheathed his rapier.

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"Of course, I would never let you down when you're on a risk."

The ancient forge knight nodded slightly:

“Then I will point out the source of the pollution to you. But someone familiar with the castle will still need to lead the way.”

"Don't worry, everything is ready."

Lu Mingfei turned to the side.

Behind him was another knight who had lost his homeland.

He was younger than Svengar and more reserved. He merely nodded slightly in response to their gazes without saying a word.

Once everything was ready, the four of them set off.

Led by Theros, they set off from the city wall tower and traveled through the city, eventually arriving at the door of Grek's limb-setting room.

But instead of going in, they went down to the right side of the covered bridge, crossed it, and arrived at the door of a room.

The entrance was blocked by a thin layer of mist.

Roger placed his hand on the gray mist, calmed himself, and then frowned:
"No, this is an ancient seal, usually used in cemeteries and secret chambers. It cannot be broken by force or magic."

"What should I do?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"This seal, though sturdy, is also quite rudimentary, given its antiquity. There's only one way to break it: use the stone sword key to decipher the runes on the core golem. Otherwise..."

Roger's sapphire glove glowed faintly, and a slight burst of magic struck it, but the gray mist remained completely still.

"You mean, the stone sword key?"

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised.

A moment later, Lu Mingfei took out an item from his spatial storage and placed it in front of Roger:
"Could this be it?"

"That's right!"

Roger happily picked up the sword-shaped stone carving from Lu Mingfei's hand: "This is it! I didn't expect you to have it. This is an extremely rare item; there are probably only a few of these in the entire border region. It has already been sold for exorbitant prices at the Great Blessing trading market!"

Lu Mingfei shrugged:

"I like to go to some dark corners to pick up trash."

Roger carefully took the stone sword key, as if holding some fragile, priceless treasure. He gently stroked the ancient engravings on the surface of the stone sword with his sapphire glove, feeling the faint magic flowing within.

"If you find the stone sword key while scavenging, please be sure to call me next time."

Roger knew, of course, that Lu Mingfei was just joking, just as he was joking.

He knew how terrifying the "dark corner" Lu Mingfei spoke of was.

Roger took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He searched his surroundings and finally found the little devil golem, covered in dust and entangled in gray vines, in a corner.

He forcefully inserted the stone sword key into the hole, and the engravings lit up one by one, creating a strange resonance with the gray mist.

The gray fog began to ripple, then gradually faded and disappeared, eventually turning into nothingness.

The scene inside the room was revealed to the group.

This is an old armory, with all kinds of weapons displayed on the shelves, most of them rusty and covered in dust.

An eerie atmosphere filled the air, a mixture of metallic and musty smells.

In the center of the room, two figures clad in heavy armor sat motionless with their backs to the door.

They were covered in thick black thorns, exuding a nauseating, cursed aura.

Seemingly having heard the noise, the two figures slowly stood up.

Their joints made a "crackling" sound, as if they hadn't moved in a long time.

When they turned around, they revealed a pair of completely empty eye sockets, devoid of any life.

"It's hopeless."

Roger's voice carried a heavy sigh:
"Their souls have lost their spirit, their minds have been completely corrupted, they are nothing but walking corpses."

Lu Mingfei watched silently as the two figures staggered towards him.

"Then let's see them off on their final journey."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei's figure had already flashed out like lightning.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and the Dragon Feast Mark faintly glowed.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a blazing dragon flame, which instantly engulfed the two still convulsing bodies.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the black thorns and the corpse turned to ashes together.

After the flames died down, Lu Mingfei began to search the room carefully.

He was rummaging through a pile of rusty weapons when suddenly he stopped.

It was an exquisitely crafted short sword, a stark contrast to the other rusty weapons.

The sword blade gleamed with a cold light, and the hilt was engraved with delicate patterns.

Lu Mingfei gently picked it up and felt a peculiar energy flowing through the sword.

The Compassionate Short Sword

The short swords used by the battlefield medics in white coats. They have hard, sharp, thrusting blades, and are particularly effective at delivering fatal blows.

Medicine is based on compassion.
On the battlefield, compassion is seen as an act of liberation. Physicians, therefore, are transformed into fearsome killers.

"His performance on the fatal blow was particularly outstanding."

Lu Mingfei repeated the sentence, waving it twice in his hand.

He did indeed sense a special power within the short sword, seemingly an "inner law" targeting the human body, capable of inflicting greater damage on vulnerable points.

"Isn't this the Merciful Short Sword?"

Roger exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)