Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

"You've arrived."

"I shouldn't have come."

"But you still came."

The fallen leaves on the skylight let in dappled light, which artistically illuminated the center of the principal's office, creating an abstract painting on the huge desk.

Lu Mingfei and Angers stood at opposite ends of the huge desk in the principal's office.

Seeing the principal turn around slightly, Lu Mingfei spoke without hesitation.

"Well, Principal, there's a reason why I didn't write an internship report—"

"The board of directors has a responsibility towards you... and you haven't written it yet?! This new assignment also requires writing an internship report, and you now owe two."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's eyes widened immediately.

"The school board has a problem with me?! Just because I didn't write my internship report?! That's serious!!! They're not being fair at all!"

"Oh, no, it's because you kicked the Dragon King Norton away and cut the dragon in two. They're worried that your bloodline is in danger."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's expression calmed down. He looked at Angers with a "Are you serious?" expression.

"You mean, I fought with all my might and tried my best to slay the dragon, only to be betrayed by my own people?"

Angers responded with a very serious expression.

"That's roughly the idea."

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand it at all.

"Wait, Principal, aren't you the head of the school? How come you're being held back? Does Kassel actually belong to Ang or to their board of directors?"

"Is it possible that my surname isn't Ang?"

Looking at Lu Mingfei, who suddenly seemed more alert, Hilbert Jean Angers felt somewhat helpless. He seriously suspected that Lu Mingfei had some kind of mental problem.

Perhaps we should find an opportunity to send him to see Masashi Fukuyama.

He let out a long breath and then spoke.

"In short, the students who participated in the action admired or even revered you, so they wrote down whatever they saw."

He reached into his hand, pulled out an envelope, and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"And this is Susie's action report."

Lu Mingfei opened it and took a look. It was fairly complete, except that the bloodshed was not mentioned.

However, his performance was indeed very strong. His classmates were all very nice and exaggerated his story to ensure its authenticity, which ironically led to the school board suspecting him.

It can only be said that it wasn't his classmates who ruined him, but this chaotic world.

"You've learned Bloodlust?"

Angers approached, his words a guess, but his tone certain.

The principal sat beside Lu Mingfei, toying with a large folding knife in his hand, its Damascus pattern gleaming in the sunlight.

"I guess so, but I haven't seen any side effects from using it. It just seemed to stir up some emotions, and I didn't grow any scales or anything like that."

But merely evoking a few emotions and engaging his body was enough to make the world slow down in his eyes.

It felt more like he'd been given a performance-enhancing injection, even though he'd never used performance-enhancing drugs before.

In fact, the order of the moves that improve his stats is: Hate Heaven Sword Technique > Ten Thousand Millet Nourishing Battle Technique > Bloodlust.

The blood-boosting experience is pretty good. Lu Mingfei feels that it's nice to take a walk and work up a sweat every now and then.

But Angers just looked at him.

Lu Mingfei was a little confused. As a military general, many people could judge the strength of an opponent simply by looking at them, and he was one of them.

So, while he didn't know exactly what level the principal was at, he could at least get a pretty good idea.

so.......

"Is it really necessary? I feel like if you were in that situation, you could probably achieve about the same level. Aren't we both S-rank?"

At this point, Lu Mingfei almost laughed.

"Oh, they put a thousand gold coins on my head, but you're only worth fifty? Otherwise, why are they targeting me like this?"

Angers looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

a long time.

Until the sunlight shifts slightly, until the breeze whistles rhythmically across the rooftops.

then.

"call--"

A gentle breeze ruffled Lu Mingfei's hair, and Ang Re's folding knife was less than five centimeters from his brow.

But Lu Mingfei just looked at Angers calmly.

What surprised Angers the most was Lu Mingfei's eyes; he didn't even blink.

"So what do you mean by this, Principal? Have you been reading too many martial arts novels?"

"I just wanted to test if you'd go berserk or something."

As the principal, Angers knows most things about the school.

For example, if Chu Zihang were to unleash his Bloodlust buff one or two more times, he wouldn't be able to withstand it and would find it difficult to suppress his inner rage.

However, Lu Mingfei felt that he was more likely corrupted by fate.

But he didn't really care. Since there really is a will of heaven in this world, it's not surprising that anyone can be corrupted by it.

It would be strange if someone could be unaffected by fate; even he couldn't escape it.

This time, Lu Mingfei leaned back in his chair.

"Principal, if you ask me, we should just storm the board of directors and take his place—waaaah!!"

Lu Mingfei shook off the hot hand and said irritably.

"Why are you covering my mouth? I haven't even gotten to the part where you become the leader and I become the vanguard general yet."

Angers was helpless.

"You'd better be careful, the walls might be eavesdropping."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. Oh no, he had forgotten that their secret plot had been spied on.

As a result, Lu Mingfei fell silent.

"Alright then, Principal, what do you suggest? Let me tell you, I definitely can't handle the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs."

Upon hearing this, Angers returned to his principal's seat and tossed Lu Mingfei a bottle of wine, a dry white Montrachet Burgundy.

Produced by the renowned Auvina winery.

The grapes for the wine come from the Grand Cru vineyard of Clement Bata Montrachet in the Chassam-Montrachet appellation.

The average price is $20,000. Angers usually uses it for decoration, since he's not the kind of hybrid who uses alcohol as fuel.

Lu Mingfei chopped off the bottle neck with a single sword stroke. The cork flew out and hit the ground with a dull thud. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror. Then, he drank it all in one gulp.

He had no intention of savoring the money, technology, and history condensed in the wine; it seemed that these things meant nothing to him.

The principal looked at Lu Mingfei like that.

"You don't seem to like drinking?"

Lu Mingfei, who had placed the wine bottle on the table, felt a little strange upon hearing this.

"Principal, how can you tell I don't like drinking? Shall I show you my dorm room?"

Lu Mingfei's dorm room is now... well, at least Fingel dares to live there.

During his holiday, he sawed off his own bed and installed it elsewhere, and even placed a huge alloy coffin over Lu Mingfei's bed.

Of course, its main function is to sound an alarm. Whenever Lu Mingfei is sleepwalking, he can wake up instantly and run away immediately.

It is worth mentioning that Lu Mingfei, who had not yet returned to his dormitory, was unaware of this.

However, the room was still full of wine jars.

But Angers just looked at Lu Mingfei.

"But I've never seen you taste wine or get drunk."

"No one in the world loves wine like you, neither for the sake of tasting it nor for the sake of getting drunk."

Angers gazed at the silent Lu Mingfei, a tentative smile appearing on his wrinkled face.

Strangely enough, he sensed a kindred spirit in Lu Mingfei.

A trace of the aura of a fellow vengeful spirit.

The hatred of revenge is a raging fire.

It is the strongest fuel, propelling you forward, breaking through time and space until you are 130 years old and still full of energy, ready to jump up and cut off your enemy's head at any time.

But ghosts cannot live with humans.

If you want to live instead of being burned at the stake as a monster, then you have to disguise yourself, put on a human skin, and then suddenly unleash your fury when you encounter your target for revenge.

So Angers donned human skin; he was a flamboyant and handsome old man, driving luxury cars and wearing suits, like an outrageously old playboy.

It's not because he still likes these things now, it's just because he used to be like this.

So these habits persisted, allowing him to feel, barely, like a human being when he did these things.

Just like the drinks Lu Mingfei drank.