Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 36 Blood Oath?
Lu Mingfei was speechless for a moment, unsure whether to marvel at how aptly Caesar Gattuso, this Italian nobleman, could use classical Chinese, or to admire the depth of his preparation for this meeting.

In conclusion, Caesar did indeed show him sufficient respect.

However, the next second, the blond young master's actions almost made Lu Mingfei jump off the sofa.

Caesar slowly and deliberately pulled a simple, folding knife with a cold, gleaming blade from the lining of his well-tailored suit.

His movements were elegant and precise, as if performing some ancient ritual, the blade lightly gliding across his own fingers.

"President, are you... about to swear a blood oath?"

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched, his gaze darting rapidly between the plump drop of blood on Caesar's fingertip and the innocent tissue box on the coffee table.

"This isn't the scene of the Oath of the Peach Garden..."

Instead of being annoyed, Caesar raised an eyebrow with interest, a glint of light flashing in his pale blue eyes:
"A blood oath? I have indeed heard that this is a solemn ceremony for forming alliances in your country's ancient times. The Oath of the Peach Garden... is the story of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, right?"
To be honest, I don't mind emulating the ancient style.

Lu Mingfei quickly waved his hand:
"No, no, no, I was just joking. This kind of thing doesn't exist in our new China anymore."

"Is it?"

Caesar nodded with a slight regret.

What are you regretting?!

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shout in his heart.

Caesar was slightly delayed by Lu Mingfei's interruption, but this was far from enough time for the hybrid's extraordinary self-healing ability to close the wound. He said no more and firmly placed his bloodied fingertips on the hilt of the bronze sword.

hum-

A barely audible hum.

A translucent blade suddenly extends from the handle, distorting the air like a heat wave rising under high temperature, yet it has no temperature and is almost invisible.

"I rely on?"

Lu Mingfei blurted out, his eyes widening in surprise:
"Jedi lightsaber??"

"It's just an alchemical weapon. Only dragon blood can activate its core alchemical matrix."

With a slight flick of his wrist, the invisible blade traced an almost imperceptible ripple through the air.

"During the day, it takes the form of this distorted vision; when night falls, it turns into a ghostly blue, only briefly solidifying at the moment of the strike. Because of its characteristics of being like a firefly in the night, without a trace, it is named 'Night Strike', and it is a trophy I obtained from the Sobis auction house."

"That's a lightsaber! There's no doubt about it!"

Lu Mingfei was resolute.

"But it also has its flaws."

Caesar's gaze was serious:

"Only those with bloodlines of A grade or above can activate its alchemical matrix. Those of A- grade or below who attempt to use it will only have their blood greedily drained until they go into shock, or even... die."

"I already have my own partners."

Caesar's voice was quite solemn:
"I think that besides me, you are the most suitable owner for it."

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat.

Even if he was completely ignorant, he knew how priceless a weapon engraved with an alchemical matrix was.

His first instinct was to blurt out the words "too expensive".

However, Caesar's pale blue eyes seemed to see right through him. He looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes and said, word by word:

"Lu Mingfei, I owe you three favors. My life, my girlfriend's life, and the lives of all the student council members on the Moniach."

As the student council president, it is my inescapable responsibility to repay your kindness in saving my subordinates.

Caesar paused, his gaze intense:

“I know that someone as detached as you is not easily swayed by worldly things like money. But I am certain that you are currently lacking a weapon worthy of your power. If you consider me a friend, please accept this.”

Transcending worldly concerns? Transcending worldly concerns my ass! President! I'm just an ordinary person! As ordinary as can be! What I need most right now is a handful of greenbacks! Giving me money directly would be much more practical than anything else!

Lu Mingfei's inner self was already kneeling and pounding his chest in grief and indignation, but he still had to try his best to maintain a subtle expression of "I understand your good intentions" on his face. In the end, he could only let out a long, mournful sigh.

“Besides,” Caesar continued in a calm tone, seemingly oblivious to the complex expression on his face, “I have already covered all the renovations and utilities for the Norton House for the next four years.”

Also, that Bugatti Veyron that I lost to you, I heard you haven't had time to deal with it? I've already had it repaired, filled up with gas, and it's parked in the Norton Wanderers parking lot.

"These are all trivial matters..."

Lu Mingfei was completely overwhelmed by these one after another, outrageously extravagant "trivial matters," leaving him dizzy and seeing stars.

Just minutes ago, he was secretly discussing with that shameless German hunk Finger how to package the T-shirts he bought from Amazon as "limited edition souvenirs" and sell them at a high price in the second-hand trading section of the Night Watchers forum.

"President."

Lu Mingfei's voice was a little unsteady as he tried to look away from Caesar's face, which was full of sincerity and extravagance.

“This is too expensive.”

He racked his brains, trying to find a less "clichéd" reason for rejection, but his brain had already crashed under the double blow of the enormous material impact and the "detached" persona.

"You spent money?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly a little unfamiliar with the word, before giving a knowing smile.

"Lu Mingfei, the value of what you saved cannot be measured in money. These are merely the most direct ways to express my gratitude. As for 'Xiaolian'..."

He reached out, his slender fingers not directly touching the invisible blade, but rather resting lightly on the hilt, as if sensing the surging power contained within:
"It needs a true master who can unleash its power. In your hands, I believe it will not be wasted."

Having said all that, Lu Mingfei had no reason to refuse Caesar.

Caesar nodded in satisfaction, a relieved and appreciative smile finally appearing on his face:
“Very good. ‘Night Training’ will be your loyal companion.”

He stood up gracefully and straightened his impeccably tailored suit.

"Then I won't bother you any more."

He turned and walked toward the door, but stopped abruptly after two steps. Sunlight streamed in at an angle, casting a pale golden halo over his profile.

"Lu Mingfei."

The wind swept across his loose blond hair, carrying a wisp of sandalwood fragrance.

“I, Caesar Gattuso, still owe you two lives.”

"If you need—"

He paused, then pointed to the black business card with gold foil stamping that had been left on the table at some point.

"This is my personal number. Feel free to contact me anytime."

(End of this chapter)