Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

“You may have misunderstood the academy’s principles, Mingfei. We do not negotiate with dragons.”

Angers' narrowed eyes were sharp and piercing, but he couldn't go any further.

“It’s not a peace talk. I only ask that his life be guaranteed and that he be given a fake identity,” Lu Mingfei said helplessly.

"You want me to keep this a secret? To whom? The board of directors?" Angers smiled, but showed no sign of relaxing. "You seem to trust me more."

“Because you are more pure,” Lu Mingfei praised bluntly. “I can’t be sure of the motives of hybrids other than slaying dragons, but you are definitely the kind of guy who would make a wish to a demon in order to kill a dragon.”

"Also, I killed one of the brothers, the Bronze and Fire Kings."

This statement calmed Angers down.

He gracefully sheathed his folding knife, and time returned to normal around them.

“This is very different from what you reported to Mans.”

“I choose to trust you because you seem to know more, such as that you know I can kill the Dragon King.” Lu Mingfei met his gaze.

“And you did it, didn’t you?” Angers smiled.

Chapter 37 Cooperation

"'S' level is beyond the scope of students or even professors. My access to the Norma database allows me to view almost all the information on hybrids that the academy has investigated." Lu Mingfei remained between Angers and Constantine. He had no doubt that if he gave them even the slightest chance, Angers' folding knife would be plunged into Constantine's heart the next second.

"So you want me, another 'S' rank besides you, to help you protect the dragons?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head. "His situation is complicated. At least physically and mentally, he is no longer a dragon."

Angers stood ramrod straight in the strong wind, lost in thought. "Was he once a dragon?"

“I took his ‘Great Rune’,” Lu Mingfei explained casually.

He knew that Angers was the best partner, because he was a pure avenger. And precisely because of Angers' intense desire for revenge, the only way to persuade him was to be completely honest.

But to his surprise, Angers was neither surprised nor did he delve into the meaning of "Great Rune".

The upright old man put away his aggressive posture, slowly walked back to his seat, and gestured for Lu Mingfei to sit down opposite him.

“A dragon that has lost its power is already dead,” Angers said calmly.

"So you mean we can negotiate?" Lu Mingfei took the cup of black tea that he had poured and downed it in one gulp.

“After the Dragon King’s true death, a ‘Dragon Bone Cross’ will be created. The Secret Society has the technology to forge the ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ using the ‘Dragon Bone Cross’.” Angers glanced at Constantine. “In other words, I need to use his blood and bones for a test. If what you say is true, we can certainly cooperate.”

“After all, all I need is their deaths, all of them,” Angers smiled.

"Okay." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

“Before we begin our specific discussions, let me satisfy my curiosity: what would you do if this negotiation breaks down?” Angers noticed the change in his expression.

"Taking this guy with you to escape might make you and the dragons a common enemy, which would be very difficult." Lu Mingfei sighed, turning the bone china teacup between his fingers, but his expression showed no fear.

In that situation, it seemed that it was really just a bit tougher for him.

Angers remained noncommittal about his "arrogance," only saying, "You guessed right, the 'Secret Party' is indeed not a simple dragon-slaying charity foundation. They will hunt you down at all costs for what you possess."

"And what about you?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“I’m old, I’ve lived long enough, and it’s enough for me to see the dragons perish in my lifetime.” Angers shook his head.

After that, the two engaged in lengthy negotiations.

Ultimately, the core deal was that Angers would keep the secret, and Lu Mingfei would participate in the battle every time he received information from the Dragon King. The rest of the content mainly revolved around Constantine, such as Constantine having to cooperate with Angers' people in biological research and having a miniature explosive implanted in his heart in order to obtain the identity of "Wang Wei," an "A" level student.

The name was chosen by Lu Mingfei, who strived for credibility and ordinariness.

"By the way, I request the privilege of not having to attend all your courses, and instead choosing which ones to take," Lu Mingfei added as a final request.

"So, it's not like they're not going to do it all?"

"Your courses do have their merits," Lu Mingfei commented.

“Haha, that’s a very kind compliment.” Angers smiled wryly. “Well, I have one condition: you need to teach practical combat courses.”

Lu Mingfei did not fully agree, saying, "Selective teaching is not allowed; it cannot be mandatory."

“I’m under the pressure of the entire board of directors, and you’re even complaining about me teaching classes?” Angers raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll add one last condition: you have to tutor two outstanding young people for me during your ‘Free Day’.”

“No problem.” Lu Mingfei extended his hand and shook hands with Angers.

......

Professor Mans' work in the Three Gorges quickly shifted from exploration to salvage, lasting about half a month, and eventually even the local mixed-race family joined in.

During this period, Angers not only had to negotiate with the mixed-race family, but also had to keep track of the mission's progress. The board of directors also came to him to understand the situation, and even the semi-annual financial statements from the college in Kassel were sent over.

After the situation stabilized, some time had passed before Angers took Lu Mingfei and Constantine back to Kassel College on a private plane.

The passenger plane was cruising at high altitude in a calm airflow. The window shades were down, and only warm-colored lights were on in the cabin. Angers was drinking in the front cabin, while Lu Mingfei and Constantine were sitting opposite each other on the sofa.

Constantine turned his head to look out the only open porthole, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​clouds and the azure sky so close at hand, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei had tried to interrogate Angers before meeting him, but he seemed to remember nothing, only a vague impression of living with his brother in Baidi City.

"So, have you remembered anything?" Lu Mingfei, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

Constantine shook his head, simply picked up a cup of apple-flavored Fanta in front of him with both hands, and sipped it slowly.

Finding beverages other than alcohol and water on Angers' private jet is no easy feat, but it seems even the Dragon King enjoys these icy, sugary drinks that stimulate the taste buds.

"I hope you'll recognize your brother when you see him," Lu Mingfei said, not disappointed.

Regardless of whether Constantine was lying, Angers had promised that he had a way to get him to tell the truth and even recall forgotten things.

The fuselage trembled slightly and began to tilt.

Lu Mingfei also opened his own porthole, and saw the sea of ​​clouds tilting and gradually rising.

About an hour later, the plane landed at Chicago International Airport in the clear sky.

The group then transferred to a helicopter, which flew over downtown Chicago, the suburbs, and a mountainous area before finally arriving at Kassel College.

The moment they stepped off the plane, Angers took the two to the underground facilities of the equipment department and found a sterile room to perform surgery on "Wang Wei," also known as Constantine.

To Lu Mingfei's surprise, after the medical staff administered anesthesia, Angers actually drove them away and chose to perform the surgery himself.

He skillfully made a tiny incision in Constantine's chest, allowing sterile platinum filaments to enter his body and wrap around the arteries surrounding his heart.

This is a detonation device that, with the aid of cardiac imaging, precisely inserts wires around the heart. Each wire is connected to a major blood vessel, and if necessary, they can cause an extremely minor explosion, but enough to destroy all the aortas surrounding the heart. Even the Dragon King's regenerative abilities would not be able to heal himself if all the aortas were destroyed.

The control device is just a thin piece the size of a fingernail, hidden on the edge of the ribs, and the whole device weighs no more than a dozen grams.

Chapter 38 Check-in

The surgery to plant the bomb was simple. When Angers finished, the anesthesia hadn't even worn off yet, and the bleeding from the exposed wounds had stopped after two small pieces of white gauze had soaked through.

Now for the main event. Angers pushed aside the shelf full of precision surgical instruments, pulled out another shelf with a much rougher-looking tool, and picked up a miniature stainless steel ring saw. It was a bone biopsy sampler, generally used for sampling bone lesions or for biological research in animals.

The slender, hollow column has fine teeth at the end, which can cut through the hard cortical bone. It is usually used on a dental hand saw. After adjusting the speed, Angers began to take samples from Constantine.

Lu Mingfei stood beside him, watching as he filled nearly ten small glass tubes with bone samples, each soaked in the patient's own blood.

The surgery was finally over, and Constantine was wrapped in white bandages all over his body, including his head.

Angers neatly arranged samples of Constantine's body in an insulated box.

"I've finished the most important part today. I'll let you know if there's any further research needed." He took off his mask, looking relieved.

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and pried open Constantine's eyelids. His dark pupils were smaller than normal and reacted weakly to light.

“It looks human, right? Including his bones and internal organs, even the pupillary response after anesthesia. You know, the dosage of anesthesia was based on the standard for a normal adult male.” Angers also leaned over and examined him closely.

“From now on, he’d better be under my surveillance,” Lu Mingfei said.

“Of course, Wang Wei’s mentor is Guderian, so the two brothers should live together, shouldn’t they?” Angers had already made the arrangements.

Not long ago, Guderian, who was far away in Russia, was very happy to learn that the principal had not only assigned him an "S" grade student, Lu Mingfei, but also another "A" grade Chinese student.

"Really? Principal Angers, thank you so much."

According to this chubby former Harvard professor, his tenured professorship at Kassel College was already a done deal.

Lu Mingfei was very satisfied with Angers' thoughtful arrangements and felt that he had made the right choice in partnering with them.

After observing for a while, and seeing that Constantine's vital signs were stable and his breathing function was gradually recovering, Angers took off his surgical gown and left with the samples.

Next, the doctor who performed general anesthesia came in and stayed until Constantine was fully awake and responsive to being called. Only then did Lu Mingfei push Constantine away to a temporary ward, which contained a bed and a wheelchair.

Constantine lay on the pristine white hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown, seemingly unconcerned about what had been done to him.

Lu Mingfei sat upright in the chair opposite him, his hands resting flat on his lap, unable to find any armrests. He had sat on the throne for so long that it had become a habit ingrained in his subconscious.

"What is your name?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

Constantine looked at him and blurted out, "Wang Wei."

“Very good.” Lu Mingfei nodded.

He and Angers had negotiated with Constantine, asking him to play the role of a boy named "Wang Wei" in exchange for helping him find his brother. Constantine's memory was hazy, and he was somewhat slow-witted in some ways, but when it came to his older brother, his emotions and enthusiasm were very high.

......

Student dormitory room 303.

"What? I thought we had already established a solid brotherhood!" Fingel exclaimed. "Now you want me to move to 304 for a stranger?"

Lu Mingfei pushed Constantine, who was sitting in a wheelchair, with a calm expression, unmoved by the accusations from the "F"-level senior. "This is the school's arrangement, and besides, isn't he just across the hall?"

“He should be the one going to the other side,” Fingel insisted. “My bond with this dorm is unbreakable; nothing I say will change that!”

Lu Mingfei had anticipated this, sighed, and played his trump card: "After the semester starts, I will tutor an elective course. If you sign up, I will give you a perfect score."

"Really? Big brother." Fingel's serious expression vanished, and he almost immediately grabbed his hand. "It's true, I'll get my luggage right away."

“Really.” Lu Mingfei nodded. “The course I taught at the invitation of Principal Angers was a branch of the practical course.”

Fingel was initially skeptical, but upon hearing about the "practical training," he immediately believed it. If anyone at Kassel College knew Lu Mingfei's combat abilities best, it was none other than him.

After confirming with Lu Mingfei several times, he immediately began packing his luggage.

Actually, there's no need to pack anything. Room 304 is right across the street. We can just move our things over there one by one. Lu Mingfei will help us too.

Dormitory 303 suddenly felt much emptier, with sunlight dominating the space, and a few dust particles floating in the air like mayflies. Constantine, being a patient, didn't help with the luggage; he moved his wheelchair himself into the sunlight by the window and quietly looked up at the sky.