Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"So," Xia Mi blinked, "will you come to the next test?"

Caesar straightened his slightly charred cuffs and smiled elegantly. "Unless the principal gives the order personally, I'd rather go and fight the Dragon King hand-to-hand."

Chapter 125 Caesar, Xia Mi, Exchange

Kassel College, late at night.

The lights in the student union building had long been turned off, except for a dim light still on in a private meeting room on the top floor.

Caesar Gattuso sat on a leather sofa, toying with an ancient silver coin in his hand, the coin flipping up and down between his fingers.

A glass of red wine sits on the mahogany table in front of me.

The door was gently pushed open, and there were no footsteps, only a faint fragrance of gardenias wafting in.

"Young Master Gattuso's taste is indeed extravagant." Xia Mi glided lightly into the room, like a wildcat sneaking into a noble mansion, her eyes filled with a sly smile. "Even the student council's meeting room has genuine leather sofas?"

Caesar looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's not as classical as the Lionheart Society's, but it's at least more comfortable than the explosion site at the Equipment Department."

Xia Mi giggled, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually grabbing a grape from the fruit bowl on the table and popping it into her mouth. Her movements were relaxed, as if she were a guest rather than someone conducting a secret transaction.

Caesar didn't rush to speak; instead, he slammed the silver coin onto the table and pushed it in front of her.

"I heard you like collecting ancient coins, especially those from the Greek period, which are very rare on the market."

Xia Mi raised an eyebrow, picked up the silver coin and examined it, gently tracing the Athena relief on it with her fingertips.

"Bribe me?"

“A gift,” Caesar smiled. “After all, the conversation that follows may determine the fate of some people.”

Xia Mi squinted, the silver coin twirled between her fingers, and then slid back onto the table.

"Like Chu Zihang?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Caesar's eyelashes drooped slightly, obscuring the light in his eyes, but his expression remained calm.

"For example, Chu Zihang."

Xia Mi took a USB flash drive out of her pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"What you want."

Caesar didn't immediately reach for it, but simply stared at her. "Are you sure this contains the complete 'Blood Explosion' data?"

Xia Mi tilted her head. "What, don't you trust me?"

"I'm just curious, where did you get it from?" Caesar tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "The Lionheart Society's archives? Or do you have experience with it yourself?"

Xia Mi's smile faded, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Oh dear, I'm being suspected now," she said, resting her chin on her hand and feigning grievance. "I risked getting locked up by the principal to get this information for you, and Caesar, you're so ungrateful?"

Caesar chuckled, finally reaching out to pick up the USB drive and twirling it between his fingertips.

"I was just wondering why you would be willing to help me."

"Because you also helped Chu Zihang. At the hearing, you could have had him investigated by the college, but you chose to protect him."

Caesar paused for a moment, then picked up his glass of red wine and took a sip. "Chu Zihang is a worthy opponent, and I don't like to destroy him through political means."

Xia Mi smiled, a much more genuine smile this time. "So, we've reached an agreement?"

“For now,” Caesar said, putting the USB drive into his suit pocket. “However, I have another question.”

"May I ask who it is?"

What exactly happened at Six Flags amusement park that day?

Xia Mi's expression subtly changed.

"The academy report says it was an attack, and the principal, Frilian, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei worked together to deal with it. The equipment department's monitoring records show that the bloodline fluctuations in the amusement park that day were unusually strong, even approaching the critical bloodline limit."

Caesar stared into Xia Mi's eyes. "Chu Zihang used 'Blood Burst,' right?"

Xia Mi did not answer immediately, but gently touched the silver coin with her fingers.

"you guess?"

“I don’t like to guess,” Caesar said, his tone turning cold. “I checked the surveillance footage from that day. Although most of it was destroyed, there was a clip that captured Chu Zihang’s eyes. The brightness of his golden pupils far exceeded normal levels.”

Xia Mi sighed, finally putting away her playful expression.

"Alright, since you've investigated this far," she shrugged. "That's right, Chu Zihang used Blood Explosion, and he wasn't the only one."

Caesar was a little surprised, "Lu Mingfei too?"

Xia Mi nodded.

"Interesting. Our S-rank can actually use the Lionheart Society's most dangerous forbidden technique?"

Xia Mi shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe our S-rank is hidden deeper than anyone thinks."

Caesar remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed. "It seems I underestimated him."

Xia Mi stood up and stretched.

"Here's the stuff, my mission is complete." She walked towards the door, turning back with a smile. "By the way, a friendly reminder: don't try blood-blasting casually, that stuff is addictive."

Caesar looked up. "You've tried it?"

Xia Mi's smile deepened, but she did not answer. "Good night, Master Gattuso."

The door closed softly, and her figure disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

Caesar sat alone in the room, his knuckles against his chin, his gaze fixed on the USB drive in his hand.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Retrieve all residual data from the Six Flags amusement park incident and reanalyze it.”

"In addition," he paused, "we will focus on monitoring Lu Mingfei's bloodline fluctuations."

Lu Mingfei squatted on the dormitory floor, stuffed his last change of T-shirt into his backpack, looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall, and realized that there were less than 24 hours left before he had to leave for Beijing to carry out the "Fenrir Project".

"Frilian, have you finished packing over there?" he asked, turning his head.

The elven girl sat on the edge of the bed, slowly putting several bottles of potions into the leather pouch at her waist, and replied without looking up, "Hmm, almost done."

Lu Mingfei sighed, "Are you sure this is enough for us? I heard that convenience stores over there are very expensive."

Frilian finally looked up at him, her emerald eyes calm as still water. "I brought three days' worth of rations, alchemical potions, and emergency magic scrolls."

She paused, then asked, "What about you? Besides clothes and a game console, what else did you bring?"

Lu Mingfei chuckled awkwardly, then guiltily shoved the PSP deeper into his backpack. "Does a power bank count?"

Frillie sighed, took a small cloth bag from her bag and tossed it to him, "Here you go, there are compressed biscuits and water purification tablets inside, at least you won't starve."

Lu Mingfei caught the bag and couldn't help but ask, "Do you often do this kind of mission before? You're so well prepared."

Frillie continued organizing her equipment with her head down, her voice calm: "Having lived for over a thousand years, I have to learn how to survive in the wild."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, suddenly realizing that his preparations had indeed been too hasty.

He opened his backpack and checked it again: a change of clothes, a charger, snacks, and the "BJ Travel Guide" that Fingel had forced on him, which contained a few suspicious little cards.

"Oh, right, this is for you," Frilian said, handing over a pendant.

"This is?"

"It contains protective runes and can block one attack in case of danger," she said calmly. "But don't let your guard down, I want to eat some delicious food."

Lu Mingfei held the pendant, a warmth spreading through his heart. "Don't worry! I promise I'll take you to eat all the delicious food in Beijing!"

Chapter 126 Sahara Adventure (Part 1)

Ivan Petrov stood on the roof of the Cairo Museum, overlooking the Nile River shimmering with golden light in the setting sun.

He took a deep breath, feeling the blood flowing through his body—blood that wasn't purely human.

As a B-grade hybrid, he could sense subtle changes that ordinary people could not perceive, including the faint ancient aura in the air at this moment.

"Captain, all equipment has been checked." A clear female voice came from behind.

Ivan turned around, and Leila Hassan, the linguist in the group, came over carrying a stack of ancient books.

She wore red-rimmed glasses, her black hair was neatly tied back, and she had the dark eyes typical of Egyptians.

“Thank you, Layla,” Ivan said, taking the ancient book, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand.

He could sense the faint dragon blood reaction within Lyra's body, a D-level reaction that was almost negligible, but enough to make her more sensitive to ancient scripts than ordinary people.

The gold-embossed Arabic script on the cover of the ancient book shimmered in the setting sun: "The Lost Desert Kingdom".

Ivan carefully turned to the first page, the feel of the parchment reminding him of the forbidden books he used to secretly read in his grandfather's study when he was a child.

“According to this 14th-century manuscript, there is a city deep in the Sahara, built by the descendants of the Lord of the Sky,” Leila explained, pointing to a passage. “I have compared it with other documents, and the Lord of the Sky here is likely a metaphorical name for the dragons.”

Ivan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. The core members of the archaeological team had already gathered on the museum rooftop.

Geologist Mark Williams and equipment expert Kenichi Yamamoto inspect the ground-penetrating radar.

Historian Amina Belkassim is jotting something down in her notebook.

Their Bedouin guide, Abdul, sat quietly in the corner, polishing his ancient dagger.

"Gentlemen," Ivan clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "we're setting off for the Siwa Oasis tomorrow, and then into the heart of the Sahara. This is the last time we'll confirm all the details."

Mark adjusted his glasses: "According to satellite images, the geological structure of the target area is abnormal. There is a huge cavity about 30 meters below the sand layer, and its shape is so regular that it doesn't seem to have formed naturally."

“Moreover,” Amina added, “there are legends among the local nomadic peoples about the lair of the desert demons, and the descriptions are highly consistent with the characteristics of the dragon habitats we have learned about.”

Ivan felt a slight warmth in his blood, a natural reaction of a hybrid when sensing the dragon ruins.

He suppressed his excitement and looked at Yamamoto, "How's the equipment?"

A Japanese technology expert opened a tablet computer and said, "We have two radars, modified drones that can withstand sandstorms, and enough water and food to last three weeks. This is the most important thing."

He took out a metal box, "An improved version of the Dragon Blood Detector, with much higher sensitivity than the previous generation."

Ivan took the box, feeling a slight stinging sensation on his fingertips. The instrument inside the box was reacting to the dragon blood within him.