Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

After he finished speaking, he entered the laboratory, where the hydraulic door, which was printed with the image of "gears embedded in an open book," slowly closed.

The scene shifts again to the lobby of the Amber Pavilion.

Caesar, dressed in a white suit, was sitting and discussing wine with the two remaining ministers of the student council. The camera first focused on the 20-year-old Bordeaux.

"They're really rich." The muttered voice gritted its teeth.

"How do you view your relationship with the Gattuso family? Does it put pressure on you to stand on the opposite side of your family?" The interviewer seemed to perk up, and the choice of this question, beyond political propaganda, also represented the news department's professional ethics.

Shit, why is it only me who has such a sharp question?

Caesar cursed inwardly, but outwardly showed no stage fright and smiled at the camera.

"That depends on whether the Gattuso family can gain my approval."

A round of applause erupted as the two student council ministers cheered for the president.

The camera switched again, this time showing the process of climbing the building. The cameraman was followed by the "reporter"—the deputy director of the news department—who approached the principal's office door step by step and finally stopped at the door.

After a gentle knock, a voice inside said, "Please come in."

Pushing open the office door, a young man in a black suit sat behind a desk. Behind him was a huge glass window, bathed in sunlight and surrounded by lush greenery.

"Hello, Principal Lu Mingfei," the reporter said. "Is there anything else you'd like to add regarding the students and professors who wish to restore peace?"

"Hello everyone, I'm very happy to announce this exciting news to everyone here." Lu Mingfei said with a faint smile, his eyes as gentle as the sunlight outside the window, resembling a refined and gentle leader. "After resolving the unrest, Kassel College has officially returned to normal operation!"

The image freezes here.

“This is betrayal! A shameful betrayal!” Someone stood up at the conference table.

It was an empty conference room, the sky outside the window was overcast and leaden, and the attendees were watching the screen showing a video clip that was circulating among the mixed-race people of the Secret Party.

"Come on, Beowulf, we are the traitors now. They have already surpassed us in the standings." St. George sighed. "The most crucial thing is that we don't have EVA's support. We are losing on all fronts, and the aid promised by Pompeii Gattuso has not even reached one-tenth of its promised amount. The battle for public opinion is already our mildest defeat."

"Do you advocate revenge?" Cadmus asked.

"No!" Beowulf slammed his fist on the table, his movements becoming increasingly rapid. "More than that! More than that!"

“I bet a million that he’ll invite us,” Sigurd said, offering a rather unusual perspective.

Silence fell over the meeting room.

"Dear Elders." About ten minutes later, the secretary of the Council of Elders knocked and entered. On the tray in his hand was an exquisite card with Angers' handwriting that read, "Dear Elders, the doors of Kassel College are now open to you."

An invitation without a specific date, but everyone knew it was sent by the boy frozen in the image, and that it was in Angers' name only to save face for them.

Chapter 244 The Most Important Train CC1100

"...Authorization confirmed. Hilbert Jean Angers, Nicolas Flamel, Fingel von Frings, activate underlying commands..."

"...Control room cleared, warning issued, all faculty and students of the college have 48 hours to evacuate, countdown begins..."

"...Entering a state of emergency, the highest command authority is granted and confirmed to: Su Enxi, Nicholas Flamel, Mai Shude, Finger von Frings, and von Schneider. The authority to freeze is confirmed to: Gattuso, Göttingen, Cadmos, St. George, Sigurd, and Beowulf."

"...Confirmed that there is partial overlap between the 'Nibelungen Project' and the 'Deadpool Serum' technology, received 'Kaguya's' database file..."

"...Accepting Ms. Su Enxi's transfer of military command, accepting Sir Henkel's transfer of command, accepting the list of remaining active executive officers in the Executive Department, and the operational plan has been submitted..."

"...Authorization confirmed, signature from Lu Mingfei, war begins..."

"...Suffered a cyberattack of unknown origin; weapons at the Huanxue Academy site lost contact; air defense weapons on the mountaintop lost contact; underground weapons depot lost contact; confirmed en route strike; countdown warning issued; interception effectiveness less than 10%..."

"...Received encrypted data from codename 'Frigga,' successfully decoded. Network attack source confirmed: 'Frigga,' 'Gulveig.' 'Frigga' confirmed offline. Evaluation results for target 'Gulveig' have been submitted..."

"...The enemy's Tokyo operation plan has been intercepted, and a countermeasure has been submitted..."

"...Confirmed 'elemental turbulence' in Tokyo, assessed as a Dragon King-level disaster warning..."

"...The warning has been cancelled."

"...Confirm board member authority: Zero. Confirm board member authority: Gao Tinggen."

"...The council of elders' resolution process has been initiated to confirm Lu Mingfei as the 'dictator'..."

In the darkness, someone coldly watched these log files. This was essentially a microcosm of the recent turmoil within the Secret Service, carefully selected and judged to ensure that the recipient wouldn't touch a nerve with the Secret Service.

The can was pulled open, and a figure in the shadows tilted his head back and drank the beverage in one gulp, then let out a huge burp.

“Leaking confidential documents might shake Lu Mingfei’s trust in you.” A beam of light shone down from directly overhead, and the girl’s shadow stood in the center of the beam. She sighed softly.

“That’s because you don’t understand him.” Fingel leaned back in the greasy seat, looking bored. “He seems to care about everything, but that’s an illusion. He’s very distant from everyone.”

"You mean he's a loner?" The girl, like a mermaid in the sea, swam around Fingel, finally lying behind him and hugging him intimately. "I have the world's most complete database of micro-expression research. Based on the image analysis I captured, his loneriness is at least less than Angers'. He would be a good principal."

“No, I mean something simpler.” Fingel shook his head. “He actually cares about very few things, it’s like…”

He paused for a moment before organizing his thoughts, “It’s like many things right now, including this war against the Gattuso family and several other major families, as well as the biological laboratories that are under close scrutiny, are just smokescreens. I don’t know what he’s waiting for, but he’s still waiting.”

"Are you complaining?" The girl placed her hand on his messy hair. "Ever since you learned the identity of the mastermind, you've been a bit sullen. Are you worried about the weight your revenge carries in Lu Mingfei's plan?"

“No, he will do his best to fulfill his promise, and besides, that complete Dragon King is his enemy…” Fingel casually tossed the empty Coke can into a pile of trash next to him. “I’m worried about… whether I will live to see that day. Do you know about his battle in Japan? The alchemical matrix that reverses time, that’s beyond what the word ‘miracle’ can describe.”

“There is no record of this in my database,” the girl said.

“I also have other sources of intelligence,” Fingel said, scratching his head.

"Actually, it's a feeling of powerlessness, isn't it?" The girl sighed softly. "Don't be afraid. This is the moment you're closest to your goal. You won't grow old with regret."

While the school's labor union was not at work, the temporarily empty control room still bore traces of that command operation. Fingel stood up and left without looking back, saying, "I know what I'm doing."

……

The CC1100 high-speed train arrived at Kassel College carrying the most high-profile group of people in history: four elders, Cadmus, St. George, Sigurd, and Beowulf. They brought only a very small number of attendants to avoid a second conflict with Lu Mingfei.

Even with Fingel's short film, very few students chose to return to the academy. In a very short time, most of the students recalled by their families, especially those from mixed-race families, were subjected to their families' most exaggerated descriptions of the situation, including but not limited to "the end of the world," "the end of history," and "the extinction of humanity." Therefore, none of them were willing to believe that the situation had improved overnight.

In reality, the actual fighting was limited to the territories of the hybrid families, existing local war zones, and remote areas such as the Arctic Circle and the middle of the ocean. However, the hybrid lords, who always considered themselves the majority of humanity, declared the world at war on behalf of the ordinary people who were sound asleep. In reality, only their wealth was damaged, yet they didn't hesitate to use the adjective "apocalypse."

However, Fingel's video did have some effect, as many people were surprised to discover that this paparazzi leader and head of the news department was actually in the academy. As a result, many students from smaller families boldly decided to return to school. Their parents, who were not involved in the higher-level game and were not as well-informed as their children, could only believe their children's statements such as "Senior Fingel is still in the academy, it must be safe there," "That ninth-year student has a keen sense of smell, maybe the academy is the safest place," and "That dog still owes me money, I have to go and get it back."

However, overall, there are still more professors than students in the school, which may be the only trump card for the veterans—they firmly believe that a principal who has risen to power during turmoil needs their strength to restore peace.

On the rooftop, young people and elderly people with silver hair stood side by side, while several elders passed by beneath them.

"Mingfei, we haven't had a chance to talk alone for a while, and I don't feel comfortable asking...Aren't you being a little too hasty?"

Chapter 245 Alchemy Knowledge

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a while.

"Many people are curious why you trust me so much. It's because you're an Avenger. When you see a weapon that can truly threaten your enemy, you can't refuse... So you can't answer them, you can't tell them you're just a gambler. Now I'll answer: it's not that you trust me, nor that I trust you. Trust is meaningless. In the end, I can only tell you that all physical preparations are meaningless. In the end, there is only me. Regardless of trust or allegiances, I am the absolute dictator and the only warrior."

"Is that so?" Angers looked down at the elders who had stopped the professor on the road to inquire about the situation, and said thoughtfully, "Are there really some boundaries that we cannot cross?"

"Even so, are you still willing to place your trust in me?"

Angers pondered for a long time, gazing at the ancient academy that had stood for a century. A few minutes seemed like an eternity. He shrugged, met Lu Mingfei's calm eyes, and extended his hand. "I did my best."

……

"The transformation mechanism of elements is much more complicated than we thought..." In the pavilion, two professors of alchemical chemistry, who were hurriedly eating lunch, were still discussing academic issues. "If we were memorizing multiplication tables before, now we have calculus in front of us."

"Hello." St. George walked into the pavilion and sat down next to the two professors. "Are you professors of alchemy? You look very young."

The professor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, adjusted them and looked at St. George's face. "Hello, are you a student's parent?"

The elders were all dressed very modestly today. Given that they had spent most of their later years in high positions, most of the people who knew them were already in their graves. Almost none of the young professors in the college recognized them.

"Yes, I heard that your school has a new principal. Do you know what happened?" St. George continued, "Angers is a competent principal. We donate tens of millions to your school every year as a fund for discipline development and scientific research support. I heard that the new principal is a little-known young man. Is there something going on behind the scenes?"

However, before the professor being questioned could speak, another professor, who looked older, slammed his hand on the table and stood up, "Nonsense! How can Principal Lu Mingfei be compared to Angers?"

St. George was taken aback, not because he was frightened, but because he was somewhat confused. Had Lu Mingfei drugged these guys? In just a few days, his prestige had already surpassed that of Angers? Although the elders had always been dissatisfied with Angers' dictatorial methods of ruling Kassel College, everyone had to admit that Angers was a legendary figure in the history of dragon slaying spanning a century.

“I’m sorry, no offense intended, but as investors, we should always be concerned about the agents of our wealth.” St. George was the most mild-mannered of the four elders.

"Excuse my bluntness, Principal Lu Mingfei will be remembered for eternity in the history of alchemy. The alchemical materials, tools, and imaginative theories he provided are enough to propel the level of hybrid alchemy forward by hundreds of years." The professor with gold-rimmed glasses also stood up indignantly, pushing up his glasses with disdain. "Don't mention tens of millions, even trillions wouldn't measure his value! Sorry, we have experiments to guide, so we can't join you."

The two professors left without looking back, leaving the elders bewildered. They had wanted to figure out what was going on, but they seemed even more confused.

……

Kassel College, Valhalla Meeting Room.

The elders pushed open the door and saw all the board members except for the Gattuso family, including Angers. Thus, almost all the leaders of the Secret Party were present at the meeting, but the meeting's host, or rather, the person the elders considered the main figure of the meeting, Lu Mingfei, was not present.

The elders took their seats, and in front of each of them was a thick document that looked like an encyclopedia.

"Hmph." Beowulf glanced at the words "Pre-Meeting Instructions" on the cover and let out a disdainful snort. "A low-level trick."

But no one paid him any attention. Beowulf was surprised to find that, apart from the few school board members who had arrived earlier, even his three old friends were already immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

He frowned, turned to the first page, and read, "A New Exploration of Basic Experiments in Alchemical Mechanical Materials Science—Taking Recycled Metal Materials for Alchemical Bulletproof Layers as an Example." Although he was somewhat prepared, he was still inevitably captivated.

Once upon a time, such knowledge was enough to sustain the prosperity of a family, such as the Göttingen family on the school board, whose family tradition was based on alchemy. But now, such knowledge is merely a new practical course at Kassel College. Every student who has chosen Alchemy Mechanical Materials must complete this experiment in the laboratory and submit a lab report of at least 10000 words.

The first third of the document consisted of alchemical knowledge. After reading it, Beowulf remained expressionless. He and his old buddies exchanged glances, all seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. In their view, this was a demonstration of power; the Kassel College, possessing such technology, truly had the strength to destroy the Secret Society.

As you flip through the pages, the contents become even more shocking.

“Extracting Deadpool serum to achieve cheap bloodline evolution.” Beowulf’s gaze was like a sharp sword as he looked at Angers. “You actually condoned the Japanese doing this kind of thing. Do you know what that means?”

“It means betrayal.” Angers revealed a profound smile that puzzled Beowulf, reciting the Secret Society’s core pact, the Abrahamic Bloodline Pact. “You all possess both human and dragon sides, with white and black, good and evil, love and hate, peace and slaughter flowing in your veins. We are neither purely good nor purely evil; we have the capacity to kill but not the desire to kill. Remember that we stand on the side of humanity. Only when the good of humanity within us triumphs over the evil of the dragons can we be our allies. Anyone who cannot control that evil, allowing their soul to be consumed by the thirst for power, becomes our enemy. At this moment, our pact ends, and our swords will be pointed at those who have fallen into the abyss.”

"So, can I assume that the academics who chose to fight alongside the Japanese branch in the last war were challenging the Secret Party's bottom line?" Beowulf raised an eyebrow.

The "Academic Faction" refers to a large faction led by Lu Mingfei and Angers, based at the main campus of Kassel College, which colludes with North American mixed-race families and the Japanese Snake-Headed Eight Families.

“Keep reading, my dear Beowulf.” Angers gestured for him to continue, but his expression was languid and utterly disrespectful. This made Beowulf grit his teeth.

Further down the line is a report document signed by Flammel.

On the overlap and linear relationship between the alchemical techniques of Herzog and Gattuso’s biological laboratories.

Chapter 246 Black King's Flesh and Blood

Most of the elders present looked down on the Gattuso family. Although the Gattuso family also had a history of several hundred years, compared with the elders' families, they were just nouveau riche and upstarts among mixed-race people.

The surname "Gattuso" had not yet been born when the warriors of the elder families slew dragons with their swords.

However, over the past century, this family has produced many outstanding talents, becoming the most illustrious family among mixed-race families, while the elder family has gradually declined and become synonymous with old age.