Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

However, after a brief moment of surprise, Lu Mingfei gradually frowned.

"Brother Zhou, we've only known each other for a week. My parents are abroad doing archaeological work. How did they know I had contact with the Zhou family in Xiangyang?"

He suddenly asked.

"Regarding the Kuimen operation, we only say that there is a high-ranking hybrid who will represent the Zhou family in the archaeological mission as a guest elder. Only a very few people know your true identity."

Zhou Minhao also sensed that something was wrong:

"However, we took a photo together in front of the media at the awards ceremony... Perhaps your parents, even though they live abroad, have a habit of watching local news?"

Lu Mingfei remained noncommittal. After pondering for a while without reaching a conclusion, he simply opened the envelope.

The letter was addressed to the head of the Zhou family in Xiangyang.

"Wu Zhu Tai Jian:"

I am delighted to hear that you have been appointed head of the Zhou family, inheriting a thousand-year-old tradition and managing the family's affairs. You possess both virtue and honor, and are respected by all. I, your younger sister, offer my heartfelt congratulations..."

Because it was a letter to a prestigious family like the Zhou family, and because the Zhou family preferred to speak in a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, Qiao Weini used very sophisticated rhetoric.

Jovie's handwriting was very strong and masculine, almost devoid of any feminine elegance. However, Lu Mingfei could recognize that it was his mother's handwriting. In the past few years, his parents had sent him several letters, all of which told him to study hard and take care of his health.

Although the letter was written in classical Chinese, Lu Mingfei still understood its meaning.

Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini had two purposes in writing this letter.

First, they expressed their gratitude to the Zhou family for taking care of their son, as they had encountered many difficulties during this time. Second, they hoped their child could see the outside world—to this end, they had already contacted the principal of Kassel College.

Lu Mingfei handed the letter to Zhou Minhao, who remained silent for a long time after reading it:

"...A towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse, and a pillar of strength cannot emerge from comfort."

"Brother Zhou, we don't need to be so tactful with each other."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his face.

"All right."

Zhou Minhao sighed:

"According to your parents, they don't want you to have too much connection with the Zhou family and want you to go to that Dragon Slaying Academy... What do you think?"

"……have no idea."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, his eyebrows drooping, as if he had turned back into that loser.

Zhou Minhao sighed inwardly, thinking that Lu Lincheng and his wife were too unreliable in their work.

Lu Shanyan is a household name as a dragon-slaying hero, and many mixed-race people in China grew up listening to his stories; Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini are also extraordinary people, and this pair of male and female demons made quite a few big news stories in their early years.

With such impressive ancestors and parents, Lu Mingfei shouldn't have had such a miserable life all these years.

Whenever this couple speaks up, any mixed-race family with a bit of influence will offer some assistance to Lu Mingfei, the left-behind child.

As a result, the Lu couple abandoned Lu Mingfei, who was still in elementary school, and disappeared in a flash, leaving him to live a miserable life for so many years.

Just when Lu Mingfei finally made it through the tough times and broke into the hybrid race world with his own abilities, and was about to start living a good life, the couple suddenly sent him a letter, asking him to go to Kassel to learn dragon-slaying techniques.

Don't you realize how high the student mortality rate is in Kassel?!

Even with Zhou Minhao's composure, his blood pressure was already rising.

He could understand it if those old European blue-blooded noble families did this.

Firstly, Europe is the stronghold of mixed-race people in the Western world. In the feudal era, many countries had a system of granting titles based on military merit, and it was a traditional skill for nobles to lead the charge on the battlefield.

Coupled with the pride inherent in their mixed-race heritage, these noble scions who considered slaying dragons an honor saw studying in Kassel as a matter of course.

Secondly, those from prestigious blue-blooded families who enter Kassel aren't just there for the thrill of combat; they all carry family missions with them.

Kassel is a cradle of European elites of mixed races. Founded many years ago, it has a complex web of internal power dynamics.

For a scion of a family that slays dragons, the board of directors might be full of his own uncles and elders, and he could even find a few ancestors in the elders' council.

If your last name is Gattuso, going to Kassel will be no problem at all.

After arriving at the school, he built up his influence, gathered a group of talented young people as his core, and once he grew up, he became a renowned leader in the European mixed-race community.

If you have absolutely no connections, you can go to Kassel.

After all, with such a worthless life, if you still want to climb higher, the only way is to go all in. Maybe you can find a wise ruler to serve and achieve the same success as everyone else.

But Xiao Lu is living a good life now, and you're asking him to slay a dragon...

Zhou Minhao felt that perhaps he was too old-fashioned, and he couldn't quite understand Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini's thoughts.

"I'm going next door to get a cup of coffee."

Zhou Minhao got up and left.

He knew that Lu Mingfei needed to be alone right now.

Lu Mingfei leaned back in his office chair.

From a personal emotional perspective, Lu Mingfei did not believe that his parents would harm him.

However, there's something strange about this whole thing.

Perhaps there's something wrong with this letter.

Without much hesitation, Lu Mingfei took out a gleaming gold coin from the wishing machine.

[Archaeological Gold Coins]:

"When you toss a coin, you can step into a piece of history; the special effect disappears after three times."

He had used it once in Chu Tianjiao's hunter's hut, and he currently has two more uses left.

Place the gold coin in the center of the letter, wrap it up completely, and roll it into a ball.

Lu Mingfei threw out the paper ball, activating the archaeological gold coin effect.

His vision gradually blurred, and when Lu Mingfei could see his surroundings clearly again, he found himself in a snowy wonderland.

It wasn't a static snow scene, but a blizzard that swept across the sky, with extremely low visibility.

Lu Mingfei's first thought was that this place must be located in the polar region.

The effect of the archaeological gold coins is somewhat similar to watching a VR movie, only much more realistic. Lu Mingfei cannot control his actions and can only act as an observer.

His gaze gradually moved forward, as if passing through an invisible portal—Lu Mingfei found it hard to describe the feeling. If he had to put it into words, it would be that the wind was still blowing and the snow was still falling, but the world felt quiet, as if all the noise had gone far away.

Behind the "gateway," snow and wind continued to fall. Rows of Soviet-style buildings stood closely together; Lu Mingfei recognized them as the classic "corn buildings."

Although later generations often make jokes about corn, it must be acknowledged that corn buildings are a highly practical type of architecture.

The buildings surround a central courtyard planted with tall spruce trees. The excess canopies of the trees have been pruned, making them look like natural pillars. The heat emitted by the buildings ensures the basic survival temperature for the spruce trees, while the spruce trees provide shelter from the wind and rain for the buildings.

It's like a... symbiotic relationship.

Lu Mingfei vaguely understood the underlying logic.