Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Flamel sank into the sofa, the leather cushions creaking under the weight.

He stared at the wine in Angers' hand, narrowing his eyes. "You're still in the mood for drinking? That means the blood sample Passy took was insignificant?"

Angers smiled and sat down opposite him, gulping down the cold wine.

"Don't worry, I told you long ago that I'm here to solve Chu Zihang's bloodline problem. I arranged for Chu Zihang to have three blood transfusions, each one hour apart. Given the blood-producing capacity of his bone marrow, it will take at least a month to recover his normal bloodline. Percy won't be able to find anything wrong."

Flamel breathed a sigh of relief. "Sometimes, it's really nice to have teammates who aren't complete idiots."

He glanced at Angers sideways, "It seems you did get things done during your so-called convalescence."

Angers took a test tube from his pocket and gently tossed it to Flamel.

"This is Chu Zihang's real blood sample, take a look?"

Flamel held the test tube up to his eyes and examined it carefully under the light.

The liquid in the test tube was an eerie dark brown, with tiny bubbles constantly rising to the surface, making a slight "crackling" sound.

Flamel's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Are you sure this isn't cola?" He shook the test tube, and the liquid inside immediately burst violently, the number of bubbles increasing dramatically, making it look exactly like a freshly opened bottle of carbonated beverage.

Angers lit a cigar, saying, "When it was first harvested, it was bright red, but it turned into what it is now in a short time."

He exhaled a perfect smoke ring. "This is after the equipment department has reduced its activity. In other words, this blood is only stable in Chu Zihang's body. Only Chu Zihang can contain it."

Flamel jumped up and rushed toward the workbench.

“This thing doesn’t even need to be sent for testing; the problem is obvious to the naked eye!” he exclaimed excitedly. “This is truly a miracle in the history of alchemy! A hybrid, with a reckless experimental spirit, used his own body as a vessel to conduct a dragonification experiment, mixing his own blood with dragon blood.”

Her voice trembled with excitement, "Amazing, amazing!"

Angers coldly looked at the gesticulating vice principal: "Can you stop acting like it's none of your business? Chu Zihang is in a dangerous situation right now. We don't know when he'll cross the 50% threshold and become Deadpool."

Flamel stopped his celebration and his expression turned serious.

He took a silver knife and two petri dishes, and his movements became unusually cautious.

“I need to verify a hypothesis,” he said, gesturing for Angers to come closer. “Give me a drop of your blood.”

Angers raised an eyebrow, but still extended his left hand.

With a gentle stroke of the silver knife across his index finger, a drop of bright red blood fell into the petri dish.

Immediately afterwards, the vice principal carefully poured a drop of Chu Zihang's "cola blood" from the test tube and let it drip into another container.

"Okay."

Flamel used a dropper to collect Angers' blood, then slowly dripped it onto Chu Zihang's blood.

When the two were still a centimeter apart, an anomaly occurred. Chu Zihang's blood droplet began to boil violently, and the hot blood turned bright, like molten iron.

“As expected,” Flamel murmured.

Two drops of blood came into contact, bursting into a blinding white light, accompanied by a slight explosion and a pungent sulfur smell.

As the light faded, only a small clump of black ash remained in the petri dish.

"This is simply...this is simply..." Flamel was so excited he was almost incoherent, his fingers trembling slightly. "Angers, did you see that? The blood of the hybrid and Chu Zihang's blood are producing an alchemical reaction!"

Angers stubbed out his cigar, walked to the workbench, and stared at the ash. "Explain it."

Flamel took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "This means that Chu Zihang's bloodline composition has undergone a fundamental change. In the blood of ordinary hybrids, the proportion of dragon blood will not exceed 50%, which is a safe threshold. But Chu Zihang's blood..."

He pointed to the still bubbling test tube, "I bet it's close to or even over 50%!"

“Blood Burst Technique,” ​​Angers said in a low voice. “He’s using it far too often.”

"Make Chu Zihang stop using Blood Explosion immediately!" Flamel grabbed Angers' arm. "This isn't an ordinary power-enhancing technique; it's an experiment in self-dragonization! Every Blood Explosion is permanently altering his bloodline composition!"

Angers sat back on the sofa, took out a document and handed it to Flamel, “Chu Zihang’s blood test reports for the past three months. Once a week, without fail.”

Flamel quickly flipped through the documents, his face growing increasingly grim. "The proportion of dragon blood has increased from 32% to 47%, bone density has increased by 200%, and the retinal structure has changed."

“This is no longer a simple matter of unstable bloodline, Angers. He is evolving, or rather, he is becoming something else.”

“That’s why I arranged for a blood transfusion,” Angers said, downing his glass of gin in one gulp. “Now, I’m going to have breakfast.”

As Angers disappeared from sight, Flamel sighed and slumped back onto the sofa.

He held up the strange test tube and examined the still bubbling liquid inside in the morning light.

“What do you think, Frilian?” he asked.

The elven girl, who had been silent all along, dispelled her magic and took a few steps closer. "Chu Zihang is in a very dangerous situation right now."

Flamel nodded. "If even you think so, then it really is dangerous."

He carefully locked the test tubes into the safe, which was covered with densely packed alchemical matrices.

Chapter 95 Nono is getting married

The Lionheart Club's activity room was filled with an unprecedented atmosphere of tension. Sunlight streamed in, but it did nothing to dispel the somber mood.

Lancelot stood at the end of the long table.

"Are all the cadres here?" The voice was low and hoarse, clearly indicating that he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

Susie sat to his right, her long hair tied in a neat ponytail. She looked around and nodded slightly, "Everyone's here."

The activity room was filled with the Lionheart Society's elite officers, each with an unusually serious expression.

The portraits of past presidents hanging on the wall also watched over this emergency meeting. The most prominent photo of the current president, Chu Zihang, was displayed. He was the ever-calm leader of the assassination campaign, now facing the major test of a hearing.

“The situation is worse than we thought,” Lancelot said, taking a deep breath. “The school is serious this time. The board of trustees is putting constant pressure on the president, and he may be expelled.”

A cold snort came from the corner, and a burly cadre slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Hmph! This board of directors is clearly after the principal; they're just using our chairman!"

“Calm down, Lee,” Susie said. “Getting angry won’t solve anything. The most important thing now is how we can help the council get through this crisis.”

With a 'creak,' the door to the activity room was gently pushed open.

Everyone turned to look as Lu Mingfei and Frilian walked in one after the other.

An uproar erupted inside the room.

"Lu Mingfei from the Mage's Guild? What's he doing here?"

"Isn't that girl the vice principal's student?"

"Why are they here at the Lionheart Society's internal meeting?"

Lancelot raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "President Lu, Miss Fu, what's going on here?"

"Don't be nervous, we're not here to cause trouble," Lu Mingfei waved his hand. "Our senior brother is in trouble, we've come to see if there's anything we can do to help."

Frillie walked straight to the long table. "The vice principal asked me to convey his position: he fully supports Chairman Chu Zihang's actions. Not everyone on the board of directors agrees with this hearing; some people have overstepped their bounds."

The officials looked at each other, not expecting the vice principal to express his stance in this way.

Susie noticed the implication in Frillie's words and asked softly, "Some people... do you mean the Gattuso family?"

Frillie did not answer directly, saying, "There are differing opinions within the school about how to deal with President Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei found an empty seat, picked up a snack from the table, and took a bite. "The snacks are quite delicious."

The atmosphere inside eased slightly.

"Guild Master Lu, the 'Mage Guild' has been doing quite well lately."

"It's just a small-scale operation," Lu Mingfei waved his hand. "We're a small group, and we're not going for the high-end route, unlike the student council or the Lionheart Society."

Frillie picked up a pastry as well, saying, "Lionheart will be too passive."

Lu Mingfei thought that if Caesar were facing a hearing today, the student council would have mobilized long ago. The girls in white dresses would march and protest on campus, the sports department's followers would block the principal's office door, and the news department would launch a media offensive.

Susie gave a wry smile. "The president trains only pragmatists; they're not good at fancy tricks."

The door to the activity room was pushed open again.

Fingel, sporting dark circles under his eyes, sauntered in, carrying a greasy hamburger in his hand.

"Fingal?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise, "Why do you look even more like a zombie than usual?"

Fingel waved his hamburger at Lu Mingfei and Frilian as a greeting, then walked toward Lancelot.

"The matter is resolved, there's nothing serious," Fingel said, his voice hoarse from staying up all night. "All the incriminating evidence against Chu Zihang online has been destroyed."

Everyone was stunned, and after a moment, they burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, took a check from his pocket, and handed it to Fingel, saying, "This is the agreed-upon payment."

Fingel took the check without hesitation, examined it against the light, and stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction.

He's enjoying the best of both worlds, getting paid by both the principal and Lancelot. If his teacher, the vice-principal, were here, he wouldn't scold him; instead, he'd give him a thumbs up.

"I, Fingel, take people's money and do their bidding," Fingel announced smugly. "Don't worry, Chu Zihang will be fine. Compared to this..."

Instead of sitting here frowning and at a loss, why not go to Chu Zihang's dormitory and see him? That guy is probably bored and needs someone to keep him company.

Susie was the first to stand up. "Fingal is right."

She looked at Lancelot, "I'll go prepare some food. The president probably hasn't eaten anything since this morning. His favorite restaurant should be open by now."

Lancelot nodded. "I'll go with you. The rest of you."

He looked around at the cadres and said, "Those who want to go can go together, but don't disturb the chairman's rest."

The cadres stood up one after another, discussing what to bring to visit the chairman.

Some suggested bringing the tea that Chu Zihang often drinks, others suggested buying some fruit, and still others suggested bringing a few of his favorite books.

Susie took out her phone and quickly searched for delivery services from nearby restaurants.

"He likes the sashimi platter at that Japanese restaurant the most, and we'll also order an eel rice bowl, oh, and miso soup," Susie murmured to herself, her fingers swiping rapidly across the screen.

The cadres all left the activity room, but Lu Mingfei and Frilian remained standing in place.

Fingel walked slowly towards the two men, hands in his pockets.

"I have some good news, do you want to hear it?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. "Stop beating around the bush. Just say the good news."

Fingel took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei, saying, "Junior brother, don't be greedy and have your cake and eat it too."