Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 353 The Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy
Why can't it be you?

Angers countered:

"Or rather, besides you, who else could sit in this position? Chu Zihang or Caesar?"

He exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Haven't you noticed, Mingfei? A new generation of outstanding young people have spontaneously gathered around you. Chu Zihang is close to you, Caesar admires your character and invited you to become an honorary member of the student council, and that Russian girl is your rumored girlfriend. I heard she's fighting fiercely with another A-level freshman from China over you."

And then there's Qilan, who's in the same grade as you. His Word of Power is 'Prophet,' a very special Word of Power. Historically, hybrids who possess it either went mad or became extraordinary individuals, but he became the president of your support group."

"I also have a fan club, right?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback:
"How come I don't know about my own fan club?"

"It does not matter."

Angers waved his hand and continued:

Do you know how many people at Kassel College were rated A based on their lineage?
Your class is indeed the most outstanding in the history of Kassel University. And this era is also the one in which dragons have awakened most frequently in human history.

Interestingly, the most outstanding young people of this generation have all gathered around you.

Lu Mingfei was stunned, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rough cover of the document bag.

“So,” he said softly, with a hint of self-deprecation in his voice, “in a few years, even if I don’t want to, they’ll have to put a yellow coat on me?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Angers' eyes, which quickly turned into a relieved smile:
"Are you referring to Zhao Kuangyin's 'donning of the yellow robe' during the Chenqiao Mutiny?"

"Principal, you said I'm quite good at modern history," Lu Mingfei smiled, "but your knowledge of Chinese history is also quite impressive."

The office fell into a brief silence.

Angers' gaze drifted into the distance, as if piercing through a century of time.

Do you know who told me this story?

His voice suddenly became very soft.

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

“It was your great-grandfather, Lu Shanyan.” Angers slowly exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke swirling in the twilight to resemble the shape of the past. “Back then, Menek repeatedly refused the requests of the Secret Party’s ‘Three Elders’ to take over the leadership position. We were all trying to persuade him, and that’s when your great-grandfather told me this Chinese story.”

His voice was full of vicissitudes, and his tone was slow and drawn out:
“I was the youngest of them at the time, and I always sat quietly in the corner. Lu Shanyan noticed my confusion and specially explained the story to me in English. He said that sometimes fate chooses a person not based on whether he is willing or not, but on whether he is suitable for him.”

Lu Mingfei seemed to see that afternoon a hundred years ago, when the young mixed-race people were arguing endlessly in the study, and the youngest boy was trying to understand the ancient wisdom from the East.

"and after?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"later."

Angers' gaze refocused and landed on Lu Mingfei:
"In the Summer Mourning incident, Menek still became the leader, and then they all died."

An old man and a young boy faced off in silence, both falling into a trance.

After a long time.

"I see."

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"When do we leave?"

“Tomorrow evening,” Angers said, “we will fly to Portofino on my private plane, stay there for a day, and then attend a meeting. You are free to do as you please.”

"That still leaves plenty of time."

Lu Mingfei made the following request:
"I've recently started learning alchemy. Could I request some alchemical materials to practice with?"

“Of course.” Angers took out a pen from his pocket, signed a note with a flourish, and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"I am an educator. What teacher would complain about students being too eager to learn?"
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The note from Angers not only allowed Lu Mingfei to freely control the alchemical materials in the ice cellar within a considerable amount, but also gave him a professional alchemy room.

This gave Lu Mingfei the opportunity to learn alchemy.

His alchemy teacher was, of course, Lu Mingze, but this guy's teaching quality was quite worrying, even worse than Se Lian's.

“These things are like hands and feet to me,” the little devil shrugged. “You expect me to teach you how to wipe your bottom after using the toilet like a kindergarten teacher? Don’t be ridiculous, brother. It’s good enough if I can just explain the principle.”

Lu Mingfei scratched his head in frustration. The scattered metal ingots and reagent bottles on the alchemy table looked like a mess to him.

"Maybe I should just get two more swords," he said dejectedly. "Do I really have to learn this stuff? It's like doing a chemistry experiment, with so many principles to memorize."

Lu Mingze leaned against the alchemy table, toying with a dark gold metal ingot. Hearing Lu Mingfei's complaint, he chuckled softly.

"Brother, do you really think I made you learn alchemy just to upgrade your two swords?"

He casually tossed the metal ingot into the air, and the metal strangely changed shape in mid-air, transforming into a butterfly with fluttering wings. "You underestimate alchemy."

Lu Mingfei watched as the metal butterfly hovered in the alchemy room, eventually landing on Lu Mingze's fingertip and transforming back into the shape of a metal ingot.

"What else could it be for?" Lu Mingfei frowned. "Are you suggesting I switch careers and become a blacksmith?"

Lu Mingze's smile gradually faded, and his eyes became serious.

"The essence of alchemy is to understand the rules of this world and then manipulate them appropriately."

"So awesome?"

Lu Mingfei said in surprise.

Lu Mingze shook his head:
"All of humanity's knowledge of alchemy comes from dragons, and most dragons are quite skilled alchemists. Even if you can't master it completely, you must understand the rules, otherwise you won't even know how you died."

Lu Mingfei's gaze gradually turned serious.

Lu Mingze continued, his voice exceptionally clear in the silence:

"Elemental substitution, conceptual armament, time reversal, spatial creation, life creation, spiritual reconstruction, causal separation—"

He paused, his fingertips lightly tracing a silvery mark across the alchemy table:

"These are the Seven Great Kingdoms of Alchemy."

Lu Mingfei felt his throat was a little dry.

These words, when put together, possess a certain chilling power.

"These are all things that alchemy can do?"

Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice.

Elemental substitution is easy to understand; it's like turning lead into gold. Conceptual weaponry is probably the forging method for weapons like those in "The Seven Deadly Sins," but the others sound absurd.

If he really encountered such an enemy, he really wouldn't have any good solutions.

"Don't worry, brother."

Lu Mingze disagreed:
"These are not things that can be easily accomplished, even for a monarch. Each one requires a long time to prepare the ritual. Without a sufficient alchemical matrix to amplify the effect, the area that can be affected is probably only the size of your academy."

Why do you think you were able to kill the King of Bronze and Fire so easily?

"why?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Because one of them is hot-tempered and straightforward, and the other is cowardly and indecisive," Lu Mingze sighed. "They are always the first to die in every war, so how can they have time to prepare alchemy?"

(End of this chapter)