Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"It's more serious... Our graduate employment rate is 100%." ​​Ange said. Lu Mingfei thought, how fresh, your students all joined the executive department, right? Not only is the employment rate 100%, but the mortality rate is also close to 100%, right?

"Compared with the research topics of other universities, Kassel's research topics have only one direction..." President Angers looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

In his iron-gray eyes, which were unique to the Caucasian race, light like stars slowly gathered. Those light spots gathered into a river, igniting Angers' eyes into a majestic golden color.

He uttered a word slowly -

"dragon."

When he said this word, Lu Mingfei seemed to see a group of evil spirits rushing out of Angers eyes. They roared and screamed, as if they wanted to tear the flesh and bones of something to pieces and dye the tombstones of the deceased red with hatred.

Ling didn't say anything, but Xia Mi was really frightened and moved closer to Lu Mingfei. Principal Ange lit up his golden eyes, and the majestic and burning color flowing in his eyes illuminated the surroundings, like a monster crawling out of the abyss.

But at this moment, another monster woke up beside Xia Mi.

The same majestic and ancient golden color began to jump fiercely in Lu Mingfei's eyes. The golden pupils were even more brilliant than Angers'. He really looked like a destined monarch or a natural leader.

Two pairs of eyes that should only belong to the ancient gods in the legend were staring at each other. Angé's right hand was on the handle of the folding knife, and Lu Mingfei's hands had already climbed onto the zipper of the mountaineering bag. An invisible hurricane seemed to be breaking the tranquility in the car, and the fight of life and death was about to begin.

But the next second, the storm suddenly stopped, and the light that burned the entire carriage dissipated from the eyes of the two people.

"You are really good." Principal Ange said softly, "You look like your mother."

Chapter 9 Lu Mingze

"Your parents, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini, are alumni of Kassel. They have excellent bloodlines and are S-level like you." Principal Ange restrained his sharp aura like a sword drawn from its sheath and became like a kind old man again. He said, "This is why I insisted on grading you as S-level. You have the potential, and the facts at this moment also prove that my judgment is correct. You are indeed the best, Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei: "This isn't the first time I've heard of ratings..."

“It is said that Kassel is a replica of the European Middle Ages. Students of certain classes enjoy the best treatment, with twenty girls serving them clothes and meals every day. Students of the lowest class are treated like serfs. This is truly a blatant step backwards in history. We strongly condemn this behavior!” Junior Sister Xia Mi clenched her fists. She was indeed a beautiful girl who was eager to help others.

Ling said coldly: "Even the lowest class of students are not like serfs..."

Lu Mingfei: "Look, look, I was wondering why there are people in modern society who still practice classism!"

Zero: "Their status is actually closer to that of a mule..."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

Principal Ange laughed out loud. "It's not that exaggerated. It's just that students with higher bloodline class can have higher authority, but they also need to fulfill corresponding obligations. For example, when it comes to high-risk missions, executive specialists with higher bloodline will be given priority."

"Are there any high-risk missions?" Lu Mingfei leaned back. Principal Ange spread his hands and said, "Our research topic is dragons, so of course we need to slay dragons all over the world."

"I know that God didn't give me this ability just to make me look cool." Lu Mingfei's eyes drooped. He was very good at disguising himself in various environments. If he didn't reveal that he had awakened his bloodline, of course, he would be more trustworthy if he pretended to be unable to accept the fact. But Nuo Nuo had obviously reported something to the academy, and this information was enough to let the academy know that Lu Mingfei had already groped his way into the dark side of the world alone.

Lu Mingfei had already entered the world of dragons long before Cassel opened the door to him.

Principal Angers suddenly stood up, left his seat, his back so straight that it seemed as if it could support the sky.

The old man walked quickly to the object that had been standing on the side and covered by canvas, grabbed a corner of the canvas and pulled it off with such force that the canvas was blown up like a strong wind and then fell to the side. Lu Mingfei was reminded of the moment on April 1945, 4 when Mikhail Minin, a hero of the socialist country, fiercely planted the flag with the sickle and the axe on the Reichstag in Berlin. Hatred and war would end with the flying flag.

But the old man in front of him still had deep hatred in his chest. He looked at the painting under the canvas with burning eyes, as if he was looking at the naked goddess of beauty Aphrodite, focused and affectionate.

"Yes..." Xia Mi's eyes widened, and her body seemed to tremble a little, "Black King."

"Yes, the Black King Nidhoggr, the dragon of despair who bit off the roots of the World Tree in Norse mythology and eventually triggered Ragnarok!" Ange said softly, "The Supreme Emperor, the omniscient and almighty ancestor, the end that mankind will eventually face at the end of its destiny."

The painting showed a vast icy plain, as empty as if it was the end of the world. Above the huge mountains, a lifeless black monster covered the ground. That was his throne, and when he died, he should die under the crown of power. The wings of the black dragon drooped, covering the entire mountain. Several bronze pillars rose from the ground and penetrated the emperor's body. His blood flowed along the ravines of the mountains to the icy plain, dyeing the entire icy plain a tragic red.

"Every time he dies, it is for a greater return." Ling whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping soul.

"Kassel was founded with the sole purpose of killing any dragon we see and sending these creatures, which have long been lost in history, to their graves," said Ange, pulling down the canvas to cover the painting that had so treasonously dared to depict the scene of the Black King's death.

He looked at Lu Mingfei: "Now, Mingfei, you have one last chance to make a choice. Are you still sure to join us?"

——But at this moment, a long and distant loneliness was transmitted from every corner and shadow in the carriage. This feeling of being abandoned by the world was like a tide approaching the coast, immediately drowning Lu Mingfei. A door was pushed open in the depths of darkness, and someone walked out. It was a boy.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a pure black evening gown, and his childish face showed no emotion.

Lu Mingfei looked at the boy, and the boy also looked at Lu Mingfei. Neither of them spoke, and then they sat side by side in the darkness, looking into the abyss of black together. An exciting but sad song was played somewhere, it was Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 in B minor, "Pathetique".

"Brother." The boy called affectionately, then rubbed his face against Lu Mingfei's shoulder, like a cat that he had raised for many years.

Lu Mingfei hummed, and then he said, "Lu Mingze, are you done?"

"Well, I have walked the thorny road that you have walked before. It is the only way to reunite power and strength, and it is also the lost ladder to return to the throne." Lu Mingze said with a smile. Lu Mingfei glanced at him: "So everything is your script, right? Old Tang, Xia Mi...Eriyi."

"Ah."

“Alas…” Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh. He grasped the Seven Deadly Sins in his hand again from somewhere, and a chilling chill leaped out of his eyes as deep as the night.

"Brother, you are so pitiful. In the history that has not yet happened, you lost Old Tang who wanted to take you around New York in a Greyhound, and you lost your gentle junior sister who was good at cooking. You also lost the little monster who trusted you so much and walked out of the maze without any precautions. You had the chance to hug her. Although you didn't love her, she was very beautiful, wasn't she? You could have eaten strawberry and vanilla ice cream together under the crabapple tree on the streets of Seoul, but you lost everything, like a useless dog that has lost all its bones." Lu Mingze still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were so sad, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Lu Mingfei threw away the seven deadly sins and acted like a real ordinary person, growling and swinging his fists indiscriminately to beat the little devil.

The little devil didn't resist, but he was hit hard on the corner of his eye and a bruise actually appeared.

But he fell to the ground, still laughing: "But do you know, brother? Originally in my script, the girl was going to die on the seventh day you were with her, and the Philosopher's Stone would pierce her heart. As long as she died, the Holy Relics would lose the perfect host and would not be born. But I modified the script and gave her the privilege of living. This is the first time I modified a script for someone, because she was too stupid, so stupid that people didn't want her to get hurt..."

Lu Mingfei's raised fist suddenly lost its strength.

He stumbled back.

Lu Mingze raised his head to look at Lu Mingfei. In his golden eyes that had lit up at some point, sadness and anger were like the moonlight outside the window late at night, drowning Lu Mingfei from head to toe.

"It was you, brother. You wrote her ending. You were the greatest hero in her life. But when she was possessed by the White King's Sacred Remains, you were still in the wine cellar in Takama-ga-hara. You were hesitating and struggling. You said you didn't owe her anything, but why were you so sad when she died? So sad that it seemed... that the whole world was going to be turned upside down." Lu Mingze's voice was calm as he stated the facts. Every word he uttered was like the sharpest knife stabbing into Lu Mingfei's heart.

He got up from the ground, his eyes were bruised, his legs and feet were not in good shape, but he was so high and mighty, with such contempt in his eyes, he said in a very light voice: "You are so arrogant, little Sakura, 100,320 flower tickets can't keep you, so even if you spend a quarter of your life, you can't keep her. The only person who loves you was buried by your own hands in the Tama River on a rainy night, brother."

Lu Mingfei finally fell to the ground like Lu Mingze just now. He looked at the little devil in disbelief, and the great regret seemed to bend his spine again.

Lu Mingze reached into the darkness and threw a furry thing to Lu Mingfei.

That's a bear.

Lu Mingfei picked up the silly little creature with trembling hands and looked at its bottom carefully.

"Sakura&Eri.Rilakkuma".

Lu Mingfei growled like a wild animal. Even though he had crossed time and space, he hated himself for being so cowardly. His shoulders trembled and he cried silently, as if he had seen Eri again, who was so dry that she couldn't even wear socks. The girl's helpless plea was heard in the wind again. In her dying moments, she was still calling out for Sukura, a ridiculous pseudonym, a knight she thought would come to protect her.

After many years, he did that action again. Lu Mingfei lowered his head and gently tapped his chest. His heart was indeed in pain.

"Okay, brother, let's start over again. This time, you get to write the script of our destiny." Lu Mingze held Lu Mingfei's shoulders with his hands. He squatted down, his palms warm, as if giving Lu Mingfei great strength. He said, "Two years ago, you took the initiative to call me, sneaked into the palace of the King of Bronze and Fire, and took away Constantine's bone bottle and the seven deadly sins. Wasn't that the prelude to holding on to your destiny? This time, no one can take her away from you, brother, you won't be alone on this road."

The little devil leaned over and hugged Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingze has walked in Lu Mingfei's memory for four years and has walked every journey he has ever walked. It is a road to Fengshan woven with despair and sorrow. He will be alone in the end, and if he wants to be the king of the world, he must kill all the traitors.

It was not until today that he finally walked through this corridor of memory.

Lu Mingfei raised his head, his eyes dim.

Some people will regret one thing for their entire lives. This pain is unforgettable and will always torment their soul until they go to the grave.

"Brother, cheer up." Lu Mingze sat down next to Lu Mingfei again. He used a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes. "Hey - there's still eye mucus."

The corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, and he could no longer hold back his emotions.

"Actually, I showed up this time because I have something to tell you." Lu Mingze said, "Two things, both very important. First, you don't have the alchemical matrix left by the Nibelung Project. The probability of you really awakening the dragon bloodline is very low, but since you showed up, it must be the trajectory of fate. However, you still don't have a spirit, so of course, it won't count unless you die. Second, Constantine's bone bottle has arrived in New Mexico, and you can do what you want."

Lu Mingze's tone suddenly quickened, as if he was in a hurry.

A trace of ferocity flashed across his delicate little face.

The edge of the darkness was being torn apart by some force. The girl sitting there quietly did not move, but she was like the sun dispelling the pitch-black darkness.

It’s Xia Mi.

Jörmungandr, the king of earth and mountains, finally showed his incredible abilities.

Two years ago, Lu Mingfei handed the Constantine bone bottle he got from underwater in the Three Gorges to a long-legged Japanese girl named Jiude Mai, and agreed that the bone bottle would be sent to the United States after he entered Kassel.

The last time Norton woke up and went berserk was because of Constantine’s death, so this time, Lu Mingfei decided to try a different approach.

With Constantine in his hands, Norton will have to make a choice: to continue to stand against the whole world, raise the battle flag when returning, cross the wasteland and devour the world; or to embrace his brother and start a new life in a new era.

"I have to go, brother. I asked my assistant to send you a cell phone with the contact information of several people. They can help you at the critical moment. They are a very professional team." As Lu Mingze spoke, his body gradually faded, and the darkness he brought completely and quickly disappeared.

Lu Mingfei returned to the quaint carriage. Principal Ange seemed to have finished his freshman orientation and was staring at the rapidly receding night view of Chicago outside the window. The flowing colors reflected brilliant shadows in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei noticed that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It's that Rilakkuma.

It is the Rilakkuma that is named after Eri and Sukura.

"Easy Bear! I like Easel Bear the most! Thank you, senior brother!" Xia Mi's upper body passed over Lu Mingfei's body. The faint fragrance of the girl made Lu Mingfei feel relaxed and happy. The slender white neck flashed before his eyes, and when he looked again, the Easel Bear had fallen into Xia Mi's hands.

Xia Mi brought the bear close to her nose and looked at Lu Mingfei suspiciously: "It smells like a girl!"

“You were born in the year of the dog, junior sister?” Lu Mingfei laughed dryly. He didn’t know how Lu Mingze did it, but it was as if he really brought the little bear from Eri’s side to Lu Mingfei’s eyes, so much so that the little guy still had the girl’s faint fragrance on his body.

"Is it your girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend?" Xia Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, which was a very dangerous signal.

Principal Ange and Zero finally looked up, their interest piqued.

But Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and said nothing.

He looked into the depths of the night sky. On the other side of the ocean in that direction was Japan. In this time and space, Eri was still trapped in a cage.

"Wait for me, Eriya, it will be very soon, very soon..."

Chapter 10 Chu Zihang

"Actually, I should have shown you a real dragon specimen or something, but this trip is a bit rushed. If you need me later, Mingfei, you can come to my office to find me." The principal and Ling got into the Maserati GranCabrio parked outside the station. With a step on the accelerator, this expensive and beautiful big toy whizzed up the mountain road.

Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi looked at each other.

"I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it or not, Junior Sister..."

"I don't know if I should ask or not, so I suggest not to ask." Xia Mi put her hands between her brows, blocking out the first rays of morning sunshine in Illinois, and her clear eyes reflected the fine golden color cut by the leaves. The junior sister stretched out her slender and graceful body in front of Lu Mingfei, every line was youthful and beautiful, and her white calves were tight, drawing a beautiful arc.

There was a Lincoln parked at the corner, its extended body painted black. A boy in a white T-shirt and sunglasses and a girl in school uniform walked out of it.

After seeing who was coming, Xia Mi hid herself behind Lu Mingfei.

"You are 13 minutes late." Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses and helped Lu Mingfei take the suitcase naturally and smoothly. "Why don't you use the school's luggage check-in service?"

“Can you please not bring this up…” Lu Mingfei covered his face.

"I'm Susie, the president's assistant." The tall girl next to Chu Zihang greeted Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi gracefully. Her high ponytail fluttered slightly, and her delicate and somewhat heroic face had a sister-like smile.

"Lu Mingfei, this is Xia Mi. We and my senior brother were former alumni." Lu Mingfei said.