Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

King Solomon's aged yet majestic voice echoed in the meeting hall, his withered fingers slowly stroking the yellowed parchment pages of the Blood Pact of Abraham.

“In ancient times, our ancestors used this blood pact to eliminate unsafe bloodlines. To this day, this pact remains binding. From the first day of your enrollment, all of you here have signed and accepted the constraints of this blood pact.”

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened as he recalled the pile of colorful documents he had signed when he enrolled in school.

At the time, he thought the complicated terms were as boring as a bank account opening agreement, so he signed them without even looking at them.

Looking back now, those documents might have contained terrifying clauses like "willing to be executed if bloodline goes out of control." He touched his neck, a chill running down his spine.

"As hybrids, we have the blood of both humans and dragons flowing through our veins," King Solomon continued, "good and evil, right and wrong, beauty and ugliness. We must always maintain a clear discernment. It is our eternal mission to suppress the dragon instincts with human reason."

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy; even Fingel, who was usually carefree, straightened his back.

“If anyone falls into the abyss,” King Solomon raised his voice, slamming his withered hand shut on the heavy book, “we must punish them immediately!”

As the books were closed, all the teachers and students present placed their right hands on their left chests, near their hearts, to show respect for the blood pact with Abraham.

Chapter 113 Loyalty

Nono moved closer to Lu Mingfei, her red hair brushing against his face, carrying a faint rose scent.

She lowered her voice and said, "That's quite the loyalty, Xiao Lu. He actually went to great lengths for Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei shrank his neck, straightened his back, and answered with feigned composure: "A person should be loyal to his friends, and my senior brother has always been very good to me."

As he said this, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Chu Zihang in the center of the hearing panel. Chu Zihang sat quietly, and anyone who didn't know him would think he was some kind of cold-faced handsome guy.

Nono curled her lips and turned to ask Frilian next to Lu Mingfei, "Little Frilian, look at him, isn't Lu Mingfei much more assertive than when he first entered school?"

Frillie looked Lu Mingfei up and down with her emerald green eyes and said expressionlessly, "Yes. He was a little timid when he first enrolled, but now he's on the academy's kill list."

After saying that, he solemnly gave a thumbs up.

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched: "Hey, is being on the Kassel College Kill List something to be proud of?"

In the center of the meeting hall, King Solomon tapped his gavel, glanced around the room, and said to Andrew, "Head of the investigation team, Andrew Gattuso, based on the arguments made by Vice Principal Flamel just now, the news media does not seem to be a reliable source of information. We hope you can provide more compelling evidence."

"After all, questioning one's bloodline is a very serious matter."

Andrew stood up, straightened his suit collar, and sneered, "Fine, then I'll ask the people who have worked with Chu Zihang."

He strode towards the audience, stopped in front of Lu Mingfei, and asked looking down at him, "Lu Mingfei, you used to work on missions with Chu Zihang. What do you think of Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei blinked and answered without hesitation, "My senior brother is very loyal."

Andrew was taken aback by this nonsensical answer.

He originally thought that this S-class student, who had once wandered around the welcome party dressed as Santa Claus and looked incredibly stupid, would be an easy target. Now it seems that he was completely wrong. This seemingly honest young man is very good at playing the game of verbal evasion.

“Very good,” Andrew said, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. He pulled a document from his briefcase and slammed it on the table in front of Lu Mingfei. “This is the mission report for the Derun Building. You signed it back then, saying that everything went smoothly, no one was injured, and the mission was completed perfectly.”

Andrew, with an aggressive tone, asked, "But in reality, wasn't this mission carried out entirely by Chu Zihang alone from beginning to end? Did he completely ignore you all?"

The signature on the document was indeed from Lu Mingfei, and the crooked handwriting made him blush with embarrassment.

Lu Mingfei frowned. "Mr. Andrew, that's not how it is. Frilian was working with Chu Zihang at the time, and she can testify that Chu Zihang completed the mission fairly and impartially."

Sitting next to him, Frilian immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Andrew sneered repeatedly and pulled out another document: "So, where were you, Lu Mingfei, when the Derun Building was hit by an unexplained explosion?"

He paused deliberately. "At the Aspasia restaurant, right? Having dinner with your high school sweetheart? Don't try to deny it, the Gattuso family paid the bill. You were having dinner with her, enjoying the scenery, and then you said the mission went smoothly after you'd done all that? How do you explain that?"

A murmur rippled through the conference room.

Lu Mingfei sighed, his tone unusually calm: "Chen Wenwen is heartbroken, can't you have dinner with her?"

"Ha!" Andrew laughed angrily, shouting to the jury and audience, "Everyone saw it, the school's report is full of loopholes. Lu Mingfei was actually having dinner with the girl and saying the mission went smoothly? Doesn't this mean that Angers was behind every one of Chu Zihang's missions?"

Lu Mingfei stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Frillie quietly kicked him under the table, but he ignored it.

Everyone turned their attention to this approachable S-class, wondering what he was up to.

"Alright, I admit it's all my fault," Lu Mingfei said slowly.

"The conflict between the mission report and the actual actions was all because it was all my own doing. I thought that sending Frilian to assist Chu Zihang would solve all the problems, and I was directing Chu Zihang and Frilian's actions from behind the scenes. In fact, the matter was resolved perfectly."

Andrew, as if grasping at a straw, scoffed, "That's hilarious! How can you possibly command Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei coughed lightly and gave a kind smile. "Don't forget who killed Long Shi."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Everyone remembered the rumor that had shocked the entire Kassel College: this seemingly harmless S-rank had once killed a second-generation species.

King Solomon broke the silence, "Lu Mingfei, are you implying that the discrepancy between the mission report and actual actions is your fault?"

"Yes, all actions were taken on my own initiative."

"Are you sure? Your resume is perfect right now. Admitting to this will add a demerit to your resume," King Solomon solemnly reminded him.

Lu Mingfei shrugged. "Then add it. What bad consequences might there be that would make me demoted?"

King Solomon shook his head. "It's not that bad. You're our only S-class freshman in all these years."

Lu Mingfei sat down steadily, his tone relaxed: "I thought it was something serious. Let's just leave it at that."

There was a few seconds of silence in the meeting room, then everyone couldn't help but laugh.

The members of the Mage's Guild laughed uproariously, the Lionheart Society's officers high-fived each other, and even some members of Caesar's student council couldn't help but laugh out loud. The tenured professors on the jury whispered among themselves, discussing how similar Lu Mingfei was to a young Angers.

The white-haired professor sighed, "Lu Mingfei's way of doing things reminds me of Angers when he was young. He seems cynical on the surface, but he is more reliable than anyone else."

"Yes, he was alone in Vienna that time."

Andrew stood there, his face flushed, completely baffled as to why these people had such a low threshold for humor.

Enraged, he shouted, "Then let's use Chu Zihang's blood sample as evidence!"

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Blood samples are the most direct and irrefutable evidence.

Vice Principal Flamel hissed in disbelief.

"Didn't the investigation team discover that Chu Zihang had undergone a blood transfusion?" Fingel asked.

“While I do think Andrew lacks intelligence, he’s not an idiot,” Flamel said in a low voice. “This makes me a little worried. Are you sure Chu Zihang’s blood sample hasn’t been leaked?”

“100% certain,” Fingel replied. “Not a single drop was wasted; Eva monitored the entire process.”

Flamel narrowed his eyes. "That's interesting."

Chapter 114 The Most Powerful Evidence

Pascal Gattuso carried a silver freezer and walked slowly to the center of the conference room.

He placed the box on the table and laid a sterile mat on it.

The freezer was opened, and a burst of cold air filled the air, with white mist of dry ice swirling upwards.

He took a test tube out of the box. The liquid inside was as black as petroleum and so viscous that it was almost unlike blood; it was more like a living, corrosive substance.

"Next, the investigation team will provide the strongest evidence."

Percy glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on Chu Zihang.

"This experiment is extremely dangerous. Please do not approach."

He held up the test tube, letting everyone see the eerie black blood inside.

"As hybrids, the dragon blood within us is a double-edged sword; it can strengthen us, but it can also destroy us. High-level hybrids with a bloodline purity close to 50% have blood that is extremely similar to dragon blood, and can even react violently with the blood of ordinary humans."

The head of the biology department at Kassel College nodded slightly and whispered to the professor beside him, "I've done this experiment before, but few people know that dragon blood cannot be mixed with human blood."

Percy held up the test tube and showed it to everyone, "I took a sample directly from Chu Zihang yesterday and sealed it for preservation until now."

He looked at Chu Zihang and asked calmly, "Chu Zihang, is that so?"

Chu Zihang paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Percy took out another test tube; the blood inside was a normal bright red. "This is pure, ordinary human blood. Now, we'll mix these two blood samples."

He took out a petri dish and carefully added a drop of each color: one jet black and one bright red.

The instant the two drops of blood came into contact, the reaction was as violent as if metallic sodium had been thrown into water.

"boom!"

The petri dish shattered, scattering fragments everywhere, and even a crack appeared on the lab table.

The black blood writhed like a living thing, devouring the bright red blood, and then burned away in the air, leaving behind a pungent sulfur smell.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Vice Principal Flamel stood up abruptly and exclaimed in a low voice, "How is this possible? Fingel, didn't you say that not a single drop of blood was lost?"

Fingel was also stunned. "There was definitely no outflow. Where did this blood come from?"

Meanwhile, in the control room of Kassel College, Horus, the executive officer left behind, was idly refreshing the Hunter Market website.

Since the incident involving the Bronze and Fire Lords, the Academy has intensified its surveillance of this underground intelligence black market to prevent any unusual activity.

The website looks perfectly normal today, but the task list is filled with all sorts of strange messages:

"Found: Ancient dragon relics in the Sahara Desert, reward: $1000 million."

"Missing Person: The missing hybrid hunter was last seen in Antarctica."

"Bounty: Kill a monster resembling Deadpool in the Chicago subway."

"Request for help: Atlantis diving expedition team is recruiting, requiring bloodline of grade A or above."

Horus yawned and refreshed the page again.

Suddenly, a headline news item popped up on the front page, and within a minute of its release, more than fifty replies had already appeared.

Horus frowned and clicked on the title.

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Horus's eyes widened, and he immediately refreshed the page again; the number of replies had already exceeded one hundred!