Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 370 Genjiro

Lu Mingfei casually tossed the towel back to the team leader, ignoring the fact that he was still covered in smoke, and turned around to plunge back into the messy classroom ruins.

The school staff seemed to be used to it, and simply expanded the perimeter slightly to prevent this S-class from causing any further explosions.

He rummaged through the crooked desks, charred remains of instruments, and an unknown liquid still hissing, making a rustling sound as he rummaged through the metal and fragments.

Finally, he stopped moving and, with a forceful pull of both hands, yanked something out of a pile of twisted metal and cooled slag.

It was a cross-shaped greatsword with an ancient and even somewhat rugged design!
The blade is wider and heavier than a typical two-handed greatsword, and its dark color faintly reveals the patterns of metal after it has cooled, as if it has just undergone extreme forging.

Its size is extremely exaggerated, almost reaching Lu Mingfei's chest when standing upright. The hilt is thick, and even ordinary hybrids would probably find it difficult to wield such a weapon freely.

Lu Mingfei gripped the overly thick hilt with both hands, lifting it up with some difficulty to examine it closely.

The sword blade does not appear to be made of a single material, exuding an ancient aura.

The grime and sweat on his face couldn't hide the sudden gleam in his eyes as he muttered to himself:

"Success..."

[King's Army Greatsword - Recycled Metal Edition]!
He flicked his finger lightly across the broad blade, producing a deep and resonant hum.

It also contained bone powder from the giant sub-species that was killed last time. Although it contained too little spiritual element to refine the Philosopher's Stone, it was the perfect experimental material to test the compatibility and energy conductivity of 'regenerated metal' with spiritual elements.

Using the bones of a second-generation species for practice is such a luxury that probably very few people in the entire hybrid world would do it.

The blacksmith who forged the King's Army Greatsword probably never imagined that one day this unassuming standard greatsword would be upgraded to this quality.

As for why the King's Army Greatsword was used?
Of course I don't feel bad about it!
He had also tried many other straight swords and daggers, but the persistently high failure rate caused Lu Mingfei's weapon inventory to dwindle, which made the usually thrifty Lu Mingfei feel heartbroken for a long time.

"If it was originally of white quality, it should be blue at least by now."

Lu Mingfei pondered to himself:

"At least as good as the Kalia Knight Sword used by Emiya."

Lu Mingfei smugly weighed the "modified" version of the Monarch Army Greatsword in his hand, pondering his next plan—to find an opportunity to sneak off to the border region, find some unlucky mountain demon or something, and test the thing's hardness and power, as well as its transmission of various elemental forces and the intensity of its combat techniques.

If the results are satisfactory, then he can confidently begin tinkering with his two main weapons.

Just then, his iPhone, whose screen was cracked in several places but still held up well, rang at an inopportune moment.

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue, somewhat impatiently freeing one hand to laboriously pull his phone out of the pocket of his clothes, which was covered in unidentified stains.

Who are you calling?

Lu Mingfei said with some surprise:

"headmaster?"
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Sunlight streamed through the huge arched windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the expensive Persian carpet.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of fine Pu'er tea, intertwined with the faint smoke of cigars.

Angers sat behind his large mahogany desk, relaxed, with a gentle yet enigmatic smile on his face.

He was slowly and methodically brewing tea with a set of exquisite purple clay teaware, his movements elegant and skillful, like a true master of Eastern tea ceremony.

Opposite him sat a tall, stern-faced young man.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, impeccably groomed. Beneath his short black hair, his eyes, like swords sheathed in their sheaths, held a composure beyond his years. He was Genjiro, the current director of the Japanese Executive Bureau.

"Try it, it's authentic Yunnan ancient tree Pu'er tea, a friend specially brought it for you."

Angers pushed a cup of bright orange-red tea toward Genji, his smile warm:
"Hope it suits your taste, young man."

Yuan Zhisheng bowed slightly and respectfully accepted the small teacup with both hands.

He lowered his head to smell the aroma of the tea, then took a small sip, showing no restraint yet maintaining just the right amount of respect.

"The tea soup is mellow and has a long-lasting sweet aftertaste; it is a fine tea. Thank you for your hospitality, Principal."

Yuan Zhisheng put down his teacup, his voice steady and his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"nice! You love it."

Angers picked up a glass himself, leaned back in his chair, and peered through the rising steam at the young man before him:

"I hope this sudden invitation to visit won't cause any trouble for your work."

Genji gently placed the teacup back onto the sandalwood tea tray, making a soft clinking sound.

He sat upright, the fabric of his black suit rippling smoothly with his movements.

"Principal, you flatter me. After taking over as Director of the Japan Executive Bureau, I should have come to Kassel College to report on my work."

His voice was like a cold mountain spring, clear and icy:

"It's just that I've been busy with other matters lately, which has caused some delays. The principal's invitation is a win-win situation."

“Oh?” Angers raised an eyebrow, the smoke from his cigar blurring the sharp glint in his eyes. His tone carried the concern of an elder. “So, Japan hasn’t been peaceful lately either? Do you need support from headquarters?”

Genjiro was silent for a moment.

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on his young shoulders.

Angers did not urge him, but waited patiently, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey to reveal its weakness.

"Thank you for your concern, Principal."

Genji finally spoke:
"The current situation is still within our control. It's just some... aftereffects of long-standing problems."

Angers nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of his cigar, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He didn't show any displeasure at being politely declined; on the contrary, it was as if he had expected this answer.

“I understand. The traditions and dignity of a family should not be easily interfered with by outsiders.”

He spoke gently, expressing his understanding, but then quickly changed the subject:
"However, Chishin, you must remember that Kassel College and the Secret Party have always been the most steadfast allies of the Snake Clan. If those 'long-standing problems' go beyond the scope of 'cleansing house'..."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice deep and powerful:
"...I hope you think of us first. After all, in this era of successive awakenings of dragon kings, the global situation is precarious. The fall of any line of defense will trigger a chain reaction."

We...can't afford to lose.

(End of this chapter)