Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

This was ten times more difficult than he had imagined; the security system at Kassel College was practically designed to protect against Superman.

"The target is in the laboratory 30 meters directly in front of you."

Old Tang grinned. "Understood."

Old Tang hid in the shadows, only revealing his shifty eyes.

An elderly man with silver hair stood beside the laboratory, holding a folding knife, while a dozen or so people in white coats busied themselves around a bronze jar.

The jar was exactly the same as the task photo that Su Enxi sent him.

"Damn it," Old Tang cursed under his breath.

The goal is so close, yet it feels like an insurmountable chasm.

“Angers is here, execute Plan B.” Mai Shude immediately ordered, “Cut off the power.”

On the lab bench, Professor Mans adjusted the laser cutter: "Headmaster, ready. But we must consider the worst-case scenario, if it really is the King of Bronze and Fire inside."

The folding knife twirled between Angers' fingers, the tragic scene of the summer mourning a century ago still vivid in his mind: "Continue. I'll handle any problems that arise."

A laser cutter cut open the bronze jar, revealing two chambers inside.

"Snap!" The lights on all three underground floors went out.

In the darkness, Old Tang rushed towards the laboratory.

"boom!"

A chop to the neck sent Old Tang staggering forward, but he twisted his body to deflect the force and threw three smoke bombs with his backhand.

Thick smoke filled the air, and he seized the opportunity to reach for the bronze jar. The moment his fingertips touched the cold metal, a chill ran down his spine.

"Don't move," a folding knife was pressed against his back.

Old Tang stood frozen in place. As the smoke cleared, a dozen guns were pointed at him.

"Ping-pong—", the boy's finger twitched slightly inside the jar.

"Warning! High-ranking dragons have invaded!" EVA warned.

Angers' pupils constricted sharply: "Back off! Everyone back off!"

Old Tang seized the opportunity and delivered an elbow strike to Angers' ribs, breaking free from Angers' control.

"Bang!" The shockwave knocked everyone over.

Old Tang fell to the ground, seeing stars. Through his blurred vision, he saw a small, thin 'person' slowly stand up amidst the flames of the explosion.

The boy, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, stood barefoot on the ground with pale skin.

He opened his eyes, and his molten gold pupils illuminated the entire third underground level.

"Brother," the boy said, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic crowd to Old Tang, a naive smile spreading across his face. "I've finally found you."

Old Tang was struck dumb. The call from this boy he had never met was like a key that unlocked the deepest lock in his memory.

Countless images exploded in my mind—the burning throne, the falling black dragon, the conversation in the White Emperor City.

"Constantine," he murmured unconsciously, tears welling up in his eyes.

The explosion centered on the boy, and Old Tang instinctively fell to the ground, only to be thrown over by the shockwave.

Constantine spread his wings amidst the flames, while Angers, wielding a folding knife, thrust it towards the boy's thin chest.

"Do not!!!"

Old Tang's screams mingled with the alarm.

Jiu De Mai's voice was broken: "Old Tang...escape...now!"

But his legs felt rooted to the spot; he didn't want to escape.

The second wave of flames swept in, and Old Tang moved, rushing into the sea of ​​fire, rushing towards the boy who called him brother.

"Stop!" Angers roared.

Old Tang paid no heed. The flames licked his skin, becoming as docile as a pet the moment they touched him.

“I remember now,” Old Tang, no, Norton, opened his arms to catch the boy who rushed towards him. “I’m Norton, and you’re my brother.”

Angers thought of the 'Summer Mourning' that happened a hundred years ago. That time, he had his Lionheart companions, but this time, he would have to face the two awakened dragon kings alone.

Amidst the flames, Norton held Constantine, his wings tearing through the fabric on his back.

"This time, I will not let anyone separate us."

Amidst a deafening explosion, two pillars of fire pierced through the third underground level and shot straight into the night sky.

Angers looked up at the sky, his voice hoarse, "The King of Bronze and Fire has awakened."

Chapter 30 Are you Norton or Old Tang?

Kassel College was in an uproar.

The Board of Trustees’ urgent notice was sent to every student’s email address via Norma. The executive department’s specialists boarded helicopters fully armed, and the equipment department’s madmen modified the dragon trackers overnight.

Now everyone knows that Old Tang, the bounty hunter who once took on countless orders on the "Hunter Market" website, is none other than Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire.

“It’s ironic,” Fingel said, biting into his hamburger and staring at Old Tang’s profile on the big screen. “I actually played StarCraft with a Dragon King.”

Nono crossed her arms and frowned: "When he came to the academy to find Lu Mingfei and Frilian, none of us suspected him."

Chu Zihang silently wiped away the village rain, his eyes cold and stern.

Caesar leaned against the window, his pupils reflecting the searchlight of a helicopter rising in the distance: "The Board of Trustees has given the order that once the target is spotted, kill without mercy."

Only Lu Mingfei remained silent.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, unconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes.

"Old Tang, if you become successful in the future, where would you like to go?"

"Haha, let's go back to the orphanage where I was a kid. Those kids were so annoying, they kept pestering me to tell them stories every day."

Lu Mingfei's throat tightened; he knew where Lao Tang would be.

"Can't dragons and humans coexist?" Frilian asked softly, stroking her staff.

"I don't know, Frilian, I don't know."

"He's your friend, right?"

"Ah."

"Never abandon your friends."

After a long silence, Lu Mingfei finally spoke: "I want to go see him."

Frillie nodded, tapped her staff lightly, and a pale blue magical light enveloped the two of them: "That way, we won't be discovered."

Lu Mingfei gazed at the distant night sky and whispered, "Thank you."

Frillie simply walked quietly beside him, like a silent shadow.

The night was deep, and the wind in the Brooklyn suburbs rustled the fallen leaves.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian stood outside the iron fence of the orphanage, gazing at the dim yellow lights in the courtyard from afar.

Frilian raised her staff and made a light swipe, casting a faint spell that enveloped the two of them: [Reduced Presence]. This was a basic concealment spell she had mastered; in this world, this spell could disable surveillance equipment and the perception of hybrids.

"Shall we go in?" Frilian asked softly. "He's inside."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath: "Mm."

The moment they pushed open the iron gate, they heard the laughter of children.

In the yard, Old Tang—no, Norton—squatted on the ground, holding a worn-out soccer ball. Constantine stood beside him, clumsily kicking the ball like an ordinary little boy.

The children from the orphanage surrounded them, chattering noisily.

"Brother Ronald! One more time!"

"Constantine is so stupid, he can't even kick the ball accurately!"

Constantine pouted, looking at Norton with a somewhat aggrieved expression: "Brother."

Norton laughed and ruffled his hair: "Ignore them, take it slow."

Lu Mingfei stood there, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Is the person before me really that tyrannical Dragon King?

Norton looked up, his gaze passing over the playful children and landing directly on Lu Mingfei and Frilian.

The air seemed to freeze.

Then he smiled and said, "You're here. Let's have some food first."

Dinner at the orphanage was simple: stewed mashed potatoes, bread, and hot milk.

Norton sat at the head of the table, with Constantine beside him, like a little tail following him everywhere.

The children chattered as they ate, completely unaware that sitting among them was a dragon king powerful enough to destroy a city.

Lu Mingfei looked down and rummaged through the mashed potatoes on his plate, finding them utterly tasteless.

"What's wrong, not to your liking?" Norton asked.

"No," Lu Mingfei replied sullenly, "It's just that I didn't expect the meeting to be like this."

Norton smiled but didn't say anything.

Frillian sat quietly to the side, her finger gently drawing a circle under the table. An almost imperceptible magical barrier enveloped the entire orphanage—a [Protective Barrier]—which could temporarily block external detection.

“You knew we were coming?” she asked.

“I guessed it,” Norton shrugged. “After all, Lu Mingfei was the only one who knew I would be back here.”

Lu Mingfei's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

"Why?" he asked in a low voice, "You could have escaped much further."

Norton remained silent for a moment, watching the children eating at the table.

"I promised them I would come back."