Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Fingel ultimately chose to believe Lu Mingfei, changed into the guest slippers from the shoe cabinet, and entered the apartment, followed by Constantine.

Old Tang and Constantine looked at each other, their prepared words suddenly choked up, and in the end they could only manage a silly laugh.

"Damn, your smile is so lewd." Fingel jumped away in disgust.

......

In the living room, the four people who once traveled by Greyhound reunited, but each of them had changed in their identity and position.

"I really didn't expect this," Fingel rambled on. "So what the investigation team said was true. Junior brother, you really are messing around with the Dragon King now. You're a dangerous hybrid, and Tang is the Dragon King... you two..."

His eyes darted around every corner of the apartment before he abruptly changed the subject, "Are you guys very rich?"

"It seems that Brother Lu's men left him tens of millions before they left." Old Tang was still upset about losing face in front of his younger brother, so he wasn't in a good mood. "Besides, you got it backwards. It's me following Brother Lu, not Brother Lu following me."

"What? Junior brother, you've started your own faction?" Fingel's face was full of exaggerated disbelief. "The Dragon King is your subordinate, that's way more impressive than the student council or the Lionheart Society! Even the principal isn't as high-class as you. You've even managed to gather half a dragon steed and a phoenix carriage for your outings." But his last sentence revealed his true purpose of flattery: "Junior brother, if you don't mind, I'd be willing to join you and be your phoenix pulling the carriage. I'm very strong."

"Dragon and Phoenix Carriage doesn't refer to a carriage pulled by dragons and phoenixes; it means a very luxurious carriage," Lu Mingfei said casually.

"I think you just think your senior brother is a good-for-nothing because he repeated eight years!" Fingel started acting shamelessly again. "But your senior brother used to be a famous 'A' grade! Back then, my treatment was like a combination of Chu Zihang and Caesar!"

"Alright, alright." Lu Mingfei stood up. "Then, senior brother, come with me for a moment. There's some good wine upstairs, would you like some?"

This trick worked perfectly on Fingel, who happily followed Lu Mingfei upstairs.

Sitting in the small living room on the second floor, Lu Mingfei declined the bottle of red wine that Fingel had offered, opting instead to drink plain water while listening to the conversation between the two brothers downstairs. Fingel poured himself a full glass, slumped into the sofa, and looked completely relaxed.

"Senior brother, do you know who those two people are?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

“I know, I know, aren’t they the brothers, the King of Bronze and the King of Fire?” Fingel readily admitted.

Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at his seemingly nonchalant senior brother with a puzzled expression. "Then why are you still willing to come?"

“Do you think I came here willingly?” Fingel said indignantly. “It was the headmaster who tied me up in his office and tried to persuade me to come here as a spy while peeling an apple with that alchemy folding knife.”

"Is this...something I should say?" Lu Mingfei didn't know what expression to make.

"Oh, so this is the game you big shots play. I'm just a good-for-nothing. Anyway, I've already acted as the principal's spy, and I've told you my secrets, junior brother. You can't make things difficult for me now, can you?" Fingel shrugged, like an ultimate salted fish lying flat.

“I see.” Lu Mingfei nodded. “It’s a philosophy of survival.”

“However, junior brother, there’s something I truly mean,” Fingel said. “I am genuinely willing to join your faction.”

“I have no power,” Lu Mingfei shook his head. “The house and money belong to other people.”

“The key to a team is its people.” Fingel swirled the red wine in his glass, unusually serious for once. “Junior brother, you are a dragon slayer. You have two dragon kings under your command, and you also have Angers and a wealthy, mysterious hybrid organization as allies. Don’t you realize how much power you have?”

"Senior, is your reason for wanting to join also because of your girlfriend?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"What an incredible plot twist!" Fingel exclaimed in surprise.

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that it's inconvenient to answer, so never mind."

“Well, it’s not exactly a secret,” Fingel said in a low voice. “It’s just a cliché revenge story… Someone killed my girlfriend and a bunch of brothers and is still at large, so I have to kill that guy myself, that’s all.”

He sat there, his posture unchanged, yet something seemed completely different.

Lu Mingfei knew what had changed about him—his eyes. In an instant, his gaze sharpened like a blade, piercing through the mist in his eyes to reveal the dark... hatred and malice beneath.

It turns out that eyes really can change a person's temperament, turning them from a loser into a warrior who will never back down.

“Senior brother, even if you join, I can’t guarantee you anything.” Lu Mingfei couldn’t help but become serious. “But tell me when you find your enemy.”

"Junior brother!" Fingel exclaimed affectionately, practically shed tears of joy. "I knew you were different from that old man Angers. You really are my dear junior brother!"

“Our mentors are all Guderian, so we are indeed ‘close’ brothers, as are Wang Wei, or rather Constantine.” Lu Mingfei pushed away Fingel, who was trying to hug him.

"Junior brother, you probably don't have any girls who like you. These touching moments are perfect opportunities to deepen your relationship," Fingel teased.

"We don't have room to deepen our relationship, and..."

"And?" Fingel asked, a question mark appearing above his head.

Lu Mingfei wanted to correct Finger's arbitrariness in his language. He was popular with many girls at Kassel College and received more love letters than Chu Zihang and Caesar combined, because he didn't seem cold and unapproachable, nor was he aloof and unattainable.

However, for some reason, his intuition told him that he couldn't say those words.

Chapter 81 Belief

Old Tang knew that Lu Mingfei had deliberately sent Fingel away to give him space to talk to his brother.

"Um, actually your name is Constantine, right?" Old Tang started making conversation. Lu Mingfei had already told him about Constantine, including his favorite foods and drinks.

Constantine looked at him and nodded. "I am Constantine."

Old Tang really wasn't good at chatting. There are techniques to awkward conversations. Even if you start with a ridiculous question, you should be able to leave room for the next question. But with his question, as soon as the other person answered, he immediately shut down the conversation.

Old Tang was speechless, and the atmosphere turned cold once again.

He scratched his head in frustration and decided to speak frankly, "I am Ronald Don, not Norton, but I still have the same blood as you flowing in my veins. I don't know if I can be considered your brother. What do you think?"

Constantine did not answer.

"Alright, then I'll pretend you didn't understand either." Old Tang, with a surge of confidence that seemed to come from nowhere, got up and sat down next to Constantine, regaining the confidence he had when they were calling each other brothers on the interstellar channel. "I know you've got a bomb on you too."

He lifted his shirt, revealing a scabbed wound underneath.

Constantine stared at the wounds, finally showing a clear emotional reaction. He gently pressed his hand to his chest, where Angers had operated on him.

Old Tang was overjoyed. As expected, sincerity begets sincerity. He didn't need to worry about Constantine not acknowledging him as his brother, because the two not only shared a blood relationship but also had extremely similar circumstances.

Constantine fared even worse. After sleeping for two thousand years, he awoke to find everything changed. He was captured by Kassel College and had a bomb implanted in his body. His only brother was killed by Lu Mingfei, and his own memories were fragmented and chaotic. His mental age was perhaps that of a child.

How could one not feel lonely and helpless in such a situation?

Old Tang was the one who could comfort him, because Old Tang was also alone and had a bomb in his body.

"Let bygones be bygones about all that mess from the past. All that talk of 'king' and 'king' doesn't count anymore, okay?" Old Tang patted his chest. "From now on, we'll call each other brothers. I'll protect you, so you can call me Big Brother, okay?"

Constantine remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"Yes!" Old Tang clenched his fist and waved it.

Successfully fooled them!

Then he turned his head and saw Constantine looking puzzled.

"Ahem." Old Tang coughed twice. "This is to celebrate that we've all found our brothers."

......

Old Tang brought Constantine up to the second floor and said excitedly, "It's almost time to eat, isn't it? I just became your little brother today, can we have something good to celebrate, Brother Lu?"

"Su Enxi and the others left behind a lot of food before they left," Lu Mingfei said. "Can you cook?"

“Damn, we’re so rich, why do we still have to cook for ourselves?” Fingel raised his wine bottle. “Let’s order a big meal. I’ve checked the nearest hotels, they all have delivery services.”

"No, Fingel, when did you become one of 'us'?" Old Tang asked, puzzled.

“Just now, when you were catching up with your brother,” Fingel said, “I’ll be the one who would go through fire and water for my junior brother from now on.”

“We can’t accept orders,” Lu Mingfei rejected Fingel’s proposal. “Many of the ingredients in the refrigerator can’t withstand long-term storage.”

He looked at Old Tang.

Old Tang immediately shook his head, "Brother Lu, you know me. I always eat convenience food or fast food. I've never even used the kitchen in my house."

He wasn't lying, a fact even documented in the reports written by the Gattuso family's meticulous detectives.

Lu Mingfei then looked at Fingel.

“Junior brother, you know me. I always eat the cheapest meal in the cafeteria, and my cooking is limited to instant noodles.” Fingel shrugged.

Lu Mingfei looked at Constantine one last time.

Constantine: "..."

Judging from Constantine's expression, it's clear that the one who wields power among the Fire King brothers can burn this building down, but he can't cook.

Whether dragons possessed cooking skills is debatable. Given their enormous size, their digestive systems were likely far more advanced than humans', theoretically allowing them to eat raw food. However, dragons were also intelligent beings; perhaps they had a psychological need for culinary enjoyment?

This could easily be used to produce a low-quality academic paper.

Lu Mingfei quickly shook his head, trying to bring his thoughts back to the present.

"We can have a barbecue. There's coal and iron racks in the warehouse on the fourth floor. What do you think?"

"Agreed." ×2

Nod x1

Once a consensus was reached, everyone got to work.

Lu Mingfei and Fingel went to move the barbecue grill and boxes of smokeless coal, while Lao Tang took Constantine to get ingredients from the refrigerator, and they moved everything to the rooftop open-air platform.

Everything was ready very quickly.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the stairwell corridor, while Lao Tang went downstairs to fetch the last leg of lamb. Fingel and Constantine had already started preparing the ingredients and lighting the fire.

When Lao Tang came up, Lu Mingfei stopped him, so he put down the cardboard box containing the lamb leg he was carrying. "What's wrong, Brother Lu?"

Lu Mingfei simply told him something: "Your brother and Finger will be leaving in a few days. If they stay here too long, they will attract unnecessary attention."

Old Tang was taken aback. "Brother Lu, you don't need to give me a heads-up."

“You seem quite happy to be reunited with your brother,” Lu Mingfei said.

Old Tang nodded. "I am very happy. It's a wonderful feeling to have a younger brother. I've only ever been alone for the rest of my life. You know I grew up in an orphanage. Parents, siblings, and home—although I understand the meaning of these things and have often seen what other people's families are like, it still feels like a mysterious order to me."

Old Tang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly as he said this.

"The director and caregivers at the orphanage were very kind people. It wasn't an orphanage that cheated people out of subsidies. The director was a kind old man without children. But..."

A hint of melancholy flickered in his eyes.

“When you cry, the aunties will smile and pat your head to comfort you. But the feeling of watching her walk along a row of children, not knowing when it will be your turn, is a little different from a real family, right?”

"Anyway, now that I know I have a younger brother, and that you... and your professional team have certified that we are 100% real brothers, even if he has some intellectual disabilities, I'm still happy."

Old Tang smiled and touched the spot on his chest where the bomb was implanted.

"So, Brother Lu, you must become stronger. I don't know what will happen in the future, but we brothers are counting on you."

After saying that, Lao Tang ignored him and turned to walk towards the barbecue grill.

As Lu Mingfei watched Lao Tang's retreating figure, his impression of him changed. It turned out that this slovenly man was actually quite shrewd. He wasn't stupid; he clearly knew that he and his brother were also figures to be feared among a group of monsters.