Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Chu Zihang and Caesar were with Angers, so they didn't speak, but they couldn't help but feel puzzled.

It felt like a class reunion ending and people going home. The key point is that the locations mentioned by the people in the room are scattered all over the world. Does Lu Ming really want to send them back one by one by plane?

Lu Mingfei also got up, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand towards the wall. As he moved, the empty niches suddenly lit up with a misty glow.

"This is Paris."

"Moscow."

Yichang.

Lu Mingfei pointed to the three fog gates in turn and spoke.

"Goodbye, boss and everyone." Su Enxi and Jiu De Mai waved and walked into the door of Paris.

After nodding to the group, Ling silently walked through the gates of Moscow.

What remained was Old Tang and Constantine carrying the stuffed Fingel through the door of Yichang.

After the group left, the light on the door gradually faded, leaving the niche empty again.

Chapter 147 Dragon Maid

“Principal Angers, I would like to have a chat with Chu Zihang and Caesar. May we rest and wait at the villa for a while?” Lu Mingfei said.

“Of course.” Ang nodded, and before turning to leave, he patted Caesar on the shoulder. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

He walked toward the door through which Caesar and Chu Zihang had come, a door that led to the villa's corridor.

Only Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Fenrir, who was dealing with the leftovers, remained in the restaurant.

“Let’s talk about Caesar first.” Lu Mingfei stood up, picked out a piece of information from a series of reports, and handed it to Caesar. “You are the young master of the Gattuso family. As you said, your family is quite special among hybrids because it is so large.”

Caesar carefully read the intelligence report, which contained information about the "shadow" of the Gattuso family—the process of the assassins killing Lu Mingfei—and about the Gattuso family's research on hybrid enhancement drugs.

“If the family wanted to assassinate you, they wouldn’t have given me that special mission where I competed with you. The equipment was clearly prepared in advance, which doesn’t make sense.” Caesar frowned.

"Don't be nervous." Lu Mingfei stood behind him and patted his shoulder. "I know you don't know. It doesn't make sense if the same person did this."

"You mean... the Gattuso family is in a state of internal conflict regarding this matter?" Caesar pondered.

“It could also be a matter of exploitation. As far as I know, the Gattuso family’s spokesperson is Frost, an S-class hybrid whose Word of Power is Coagulation. Your special mission was initiated and ordered by him,” Lu Mingfei said calmly. “But your family, besides Frost and the elders of the Pantheon, also has a hidden force.”

Caesar was taken aback; Lu Mingfei actually knew about the Pantheon.

"Don't be confused yet. You won't be able to find them right away. Now you should know why I called you here," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"How can I trust you? I'm the heir chosen by those old fogies, and you want to use me to investigate the Gattuso family?" Caesar retorted.

“I don’t have to trust you. You can think of this as an investment,” Lu Mingfei said slowly. “You won’t allow this dirty experiment. If one day you are assimilated by the Gattuso family’s quagmire, I will personally give you some face.”

Caesar glanced at the bloody documents; those hybrids who used that drug became no different from wild beasts, and died without any human dignity.

“If that day ever comes, you won’t need to bother me; I will end his life myself.” Caesar threw down the photograph and suddenly smiled with relief. “Sigh… Your threats make me feel more at ease. I have to admit, you exude a strong sense of pressure.”

"You flatter me." Lu Mingfei placed his hand on the table, controlling all the silver cutlery to float up. The silver metallic luster suddenly turned black, and at the same time, it changed from solid to liquid, as if an invisible furnace was melting them.

Liquid metal condensed in Lu Mingfei's hand into a hunting knife, its shape strikingly similar to the shattered Dictator.

Caesar caught the weapon Lu Mingfei threw to him and immediately sensed something different. A warm aura flowed within the weapon, as if something alive was sealed inside.

"A fine knife." He was already immune to Lu Mingfei's miraculous methods, and could only sincerely admire the quality of the knife.

"I sealed the Word Spirit Junyan inside."

Caesar paused for a moment.

what?

"Be careful with the test, I turned the intensity of the Lord's Flame a bit too high," Lu Mingfei casually reminded him.

"Cough cough cough... Thank you." Caesar felt he must look extremely disheveled.

"Now that we've said all that, it's up to you," Lu Mingfei said. "Hopefully, the owner of this weapon will live up to its power."

Upon hearing this, Caesar's expression suddenly calmed down. He stood up and said, "Don't worry, you're right. You're just making an investment. I was originally planning to deal with those insects anyway. Since they've set their sights on the family, I'll make sure they lose their family!"

He turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he turned back and asked, "If one day you are assimilated by something, will someone grant you justice?"

Lu Mingfei looked up at him, and Caesar felt a chill run down his spine for a moment.

"That day will never come."

"Alright." Caesar left.

Lu Mingfei touched his nose. He hadn't meant to say that. He wanted to say that he would end his own life when corruption began, but what echoed in the hall was such an ethereal and calm sentence.

“Then, it’s just us left.” Lu Mingfei returned to his seat and looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang sat upright. Unlike Caesar, he knew from the beginning that he was able to attend this meeting because Odin had chosen him.

But Lu Mingfei didn't seem to be in a hurry to talk about that rainy night.

“Fenrir,” Lu Mingfei called out calmly.

Fenrir, whose head was almost buried in the roast suckling pig, raised his head, his eyes revealing unease and vigilance, and stared intently at Lu Mingfei.

"Aren't you going to find your sister?" Lu Mingfei chuckled.

Fenrir's eyes were wide open, its wings were tucked in, and it was clearly uneasy, looking around. If it could whistle, it might.

"Go." Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

Fenrir then turned around, ran to Chu Zihang's side in a flash, and growled softly.

Jormungandr: ...

She couldn't help but sigh and rub her forehead.

Chu Zihang's posture suddenly changed. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked down at people.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Lu Mingfei shrugged.

“Alright.” Jormungandr patted Fenrir’s head, who nuzzled her hand affectionately. “You’ve got me covered. This is clearly a Nibelungen. Your doors… seem incomplete.”

“After all, without wind and water to maintain stability and balance, I’m still just a half-baked king.” Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers, and a rift tore open in the air, revealing a pair of black curved swords in his hands. “These few doors alone have almost exhausted the treasures in the Angers Ice Cellar. If it weren’t for luring you, a big fish, he would have almost turned against me.”

Jormungandr felt a strong sense of mockery. "You gathered almost all the high-ranking officials and made a big show of using the newly built Nibelungen. Plus, my brother is here too. I was indeed misled. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let Chu Zihang in."

"Stop talking nonsense, Jormungandr, King of the Earth and Mountains, you now have two choices." Lu Mingfei held up two fingers.

“Isn’t it all death?” Jormungandr scoffed. “You’re no different from Odin. No matter how high-sounding your words are, only those foolish humans will believe them.”

"You don't think you've survived this long because you took Chu Zihang hostage, do you?" Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t know me well enough. If only death can strip you of power, you and Chu Zihang wouldn’t have made it out of that subway alive…” Lu Mingfei said coldly. “He was already dead when you took over his body. As a friend, I will give him his final dignity, and then help him take revenge and fulfill his last wishes.”

Jormungandr crossed his arms. "Then tell me, what is this so-called opportunity?"

“Your current state is very special; you are in an embryonic state. I need you to leave Chu Zihang’s body.” Lu Mingfei took out a piece of clothing.

“By actively receiving this vessel with your spiritual elements, you will be able to break free from Chu Zihang’s body.” Lu Mingfei tossed the clothes aside, and a gust of air dragged the clothes into Jormungandr’s hands.

"This style?" Jormungandr picked up the maid's headband, his expression strange.

"I didn't design it." Lu Mingfei shrugged. He was indifferent to clothes and didn't see anything wrong with them.

Chapter 148 Long Talk

“I have no other choice,” Jormungandr sighed, accepting the pull from the spiritual elements.

The maid outfit's fabric is as light as smoke, appearing hazy like dawn breaking through a thin mist. The overall color scheme is gray and white, neither pure white nor heavy dark gray, but somewhere in between, giving it a transcendent, dreamlike, and ethereal feel.

The top features a classic cinched waist design that fits the body perfectly, with delicate lace trim at the neckline.

The skirt was wide and voluminous, layered upon layered, with delicate patterns embroidered along the edges in fine silver thread. Under the candlelight, it emitted a faint glow.

Jormungandr covered his chest with his hand, only to realize after putting it on that the maid outfit was not a proper uniform at all, but rather a kind of cosplay outfit, full of ACG elements.

For example, low-cut designs and over-the-knee stockings with lace trim.

Jormungandr lifted her skirt, revealing a body that was translucent grayish-white, just like her maid outfit, but the long, shapely curves of her thighs still stirred the imagination.

For example, Chu Zihang, who had just woken up, was seeing Fenrir rushing towards him one second, and the next second everything went black, and he found "Xia Mi" wearing a maid outfit and lifting her skirt to show Lu Mingfei.

The man with facial paralysis was terrified and considered whether he should pretend to faint to cover it up. He had read in a workplace psychology book that stumbling upon such a scene was a major taboo.

"Are all your men insane?" Jormungandr rolled his eyes.

“Not entirely,” Lu Mingfei said carefully.

"Take Fenrir out first," he said, looking at Chu Zihang. "And tell Angers that I have a class on my schedule at the Kassel College next week, and ask him to cover for me."

Chu Zihang nodded and tried to pick up Fenrir. To his surprise, the young dragon did not reject him and allowed him to lift it up by the waist.

The dragon scales were as cold as stone, much like the feel of a snake, but its size suggested it was more like a cat or dog. Chu Zihang held it like a baby and walked away with slightly stiff steps.

“This outfit is made of ‘crystal.’ You used this to make a fake body the other day, could you feel it?” Lu Mingfei said leisurely.

"You can actually process 'crystals' into threads; you truly deserve to be the complete form of the King of Bronze and Fire." Jormungandr clapped.

“No, I meant the alchemical matrix above.” Lu Mingfei shook his head. “You’ve fallen for it, Miss Jormungandr.”

Jormungandr composed himself, his expression unreadable. "I know this is a trap, but the weak have no chance to struggle. You don't need to use such extravagant methods against me."

The power of elements flows within those threads, circulating endlessly, maintaining a binding domain for the mind. In other words, Jormungandr is trapped in this somewhat humiliating cosplay outfit.

“It’s just a byproduct of the experiment,” Lu Mingfei shrugged. “But I’m willing to give you a chance.”

“Tell me everything.” He looked directly into Jormungandr’s eyes.

Jormungandr remained expressionless, seemingly having anticipated Lu Mingfei's purpose. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Do you know the Dragon Clan's concept of time and space? For us, fate is not a straight line, but the sum of countless lines," she said slowly. "The great black sovereign, with his majesty and vastness, alters the trajectory of the fate of all things in the world. His awakening can neither be brought forward nor delayed. When he awakens, all things return to their place, order is reborn, and all predetermined fates are rewoven under his will."

“Nidhogg,” Lu Mingfei said.

“To Him, we are all rebels, and the whole world is a world of sinners,” Jormungandr continued. “Whether it is me or Odin, our true purpose is to find a way out of this intricate web of fate.”

“It’s just that he was a pioneer, while you woke up too late,” Lu Mingfei added at the opportune moment. “I want to know more about Nidhogg.”

“I have learned many interesting things from your civilization. Your science is like our alchemy,” Jormungandr suddenly said. “There is a word that describes Nidhogg very well: condenser.”