Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The principal laughed heartily. "Ming Fei is the best young man among us. My friends and I all think so. And he will be trained as the next leader of Kassel Academy. Everything he said and did today can represent the entire academy just like me. No matter how high the price he offers, the academy will pay for it."

There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone knew what this meant.

They heard two meanings from Ange's words.

The first thing is that the secret party has regarded Lu Mingfei as the next Hilbert Jean Ange, a powerful and majestic leader, a constant winner on the dragon-slaying battlefield. The previous Ange ruled the mixed-blood world as a tyrant for a hundred years. How long will the next Ange extend this rule?

The second meaning expressed by Angers is that Kassel Academy is determined to obtain this second-generation embryo and will not allow it to be lost no matter what the cost.

"This is unfair. The secret party already has Norton's dragon bone cross, and they still want to compete for the embryos of the next generation." The man with a cold face said coldly, "This world does not revolve around you!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then he smiled silently. There was a time when such powerless words should have come out of his mouth, but now he had become the target of these words.

"There is no such thing as fairness in the world, my friend," Lu Mingfei stood up slowly so that he could overlook the entire hall.

"True fairness only exists in imagination, it's something in utopia, but here we are in reality. You see, I can kill the next generation, and I can also severely injure the bronze and fire kings, so I get everything, wealth, fame, power, and strength. No one, including you, dares to look into my golden eyes. Those dragon bone crosses were taken back by my companions and I at the risk of our lives. If you are willing to risk your lives, you may be able to do it. And this embryo, if I remember correctly, should be an auction item, not the private property of a North American hybrid. I offered a higher price, so it belongs to me. Isn't this fair?"

"Five hundred million dollars." Charlotte Cassel said calmly, "The North American mixed-bloods have always claimed to be the richest group in the world, but today it seems that they are just that rich."

Lu Mingfei looked at the girl with sharp eyes and eyebrows in surprise. He finally remembered why he felt a faint sense of familiarity with that face.

A portrait of Menech Cassel hangs in the school's Valhalla. Charlotte looks somewhat similar to the ancestor who was said to have died together with a dragon king.

Everyone was stunned for a moment before realizing that the girl from Europe had set a new record for the price of embryos.

There was no time to continue arguing, as a new round of price war broke out immediately. The price of this embryo increased from 5 million to 5 million, then to 5000 million, 6 million, 7 million, and finally to nearly 10 billion US dollars. Everyone was in a frenzy, the young people were panting, and the old people were trembling all over.

One billion US dollars is a huge loss even for an old family.

Finally, a cold voice put an end to the bidding prices that were rising like a tide.

Lu Mingfei stood up holding his number plate, "15 billion dollars," he said calmly.

"If someone raises the price, I will add another 100 million to that person's additional price. No matter how high the price is, we will continue to follow up."

He glanced around, but no one could meet his gaze.

The middle-aged man, known as Mr. Cordova, seemed to have a hard time raising his placard and bid a high price of $16 billion.

"17 billion." Lu Mingfei waved his hand nonchalantly.

Norma has taken over the situation. She has opened up unlimited bidding authorization to Lu Mingfei. Money is now just a number, and it doesn't make sense to increase this number to several digits.

The whole place was dead silent. No one doubted Lu Mingfei's determination anymore. Someone soon left in anger. However, the girl named Charlotte blew a kiss to Lu Mingfei from a distance.

Chapter 86 Frost Gattuso

Few people would notice the old road hidden in the city of Chicago. It is as inconspicuous as a thorn tree hidden among the flowers, surrounded by equally old buildings on both sides.

This is a complex of buildings left over from Chicago's golden age sixty years ago. The limestone surface has completely peeled off, revealing a kind of bleakness of the afterglow of an empire. The upper part of the building completely reveals the color of granite, while the bottom is densely filled with graffiti by street artists. The graffiti fades with the passage of time, but is quickly covered by new graffiti before it completely disappears, layer by layer, reminiscent of some flashy and exaggerated dreams or Van Gogh's wild paintings.

The name of this road is Pennsylvania Road, which was once the city center of Chicago. Sixty years ago, the most distinguished people in the United States set foot on every inch of this street. At that time, every night here was crowded with big capitalists and bankers who were in charge of the business world. They came here with young modern girls at the invitation of some important politicians to discuss cooperation. Many deals that later changed the world were made on this street.

Today Pennsylvania Road is completely ruined.

Young people no longer come to this old-fashioned place, and street artists rarely set foot here. As the golden age is gone, this street may also be gone.

This is a tomb eroded by time and full of vicissitudes. The nostalgic old people should die with this tomb.

At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on its towering walls, only a row of large exhaust fans near the top that are turning slowly.

But it is well maintained and does not fit in with the other buildings that have almost completely lost their new color. It seems as if the golden age of sixty years ago is being repeated here. Even white steam is still oozing out of the sewer outlet. Standing in front of it makes people feel restrained.

Because the name of this building is...

Chicago Civic Opera!

The Gattuso family's Chicago residence is located here. This emerging family from Sicily, Italy, spent a huge amount of money to buy this useless and ostentatious building from a North American mixed-race.

Frost Gattuso calls himself a remnant of the old era, and he is also keen to transcend time and space in Chicago to integrate into the glorious years of 50 years ago.

In recent days, the opera house is often crowded with people, and one masterpiece after another is performed on the stage.

As the new owner here, Frost Gattuso invited many big figures who had business dealings or political exchanges with the Gattuso family to be guests here.

But today it was silent here. Frost rejected all visitors, and the distinguished guests who came to visit were tactfully led to the back door of the opera house, where various high-end cars were parked there in order, with red taillights flashing, heavy doors opened, and engines roaring, waiting for the waiters to take the rejected guests to the most luxurious restaurant or hotel nearby.

An old man as tough as a carving knife sat upright at the end of the long table, with a tall young man standing respectfully behind him.

Frost dismissed all the waiters except Patsy.

The huge pillars surrounding the entire space are painted in gorgeous crimson. The ancient and majestic phoenix totem climbs on the surface of each pillar. That is the totem of the Gattuso family, and their family emblem is the soaring phoenix.

Those columns are majestic and magnificent, reminiscent of the ancient Roman temples. The bronze columns are actually meant to hold up the sky.

There is a magnificent mural painted on the dome-shaped ceiling. It is the "Exodus" mural, in which Moses holds a scepter and parts the Red Sea. For a moment, it is hard to tell whether he is a man or a god.

Huge crystal chandeliers clustered together to form huge and gorgeous flowers, scattering golden light in all directions and dispelling all darkness in such a huge space.

The floor is covered with a dark-colored hand-woven pure wool carpet. The patterns on the carpet are like the layers of dragon scales or the ocean tide, so luxurious that it makes people dizzy.

"Sir, I don't understand why we have to spend such a huge price to buy a second-generation embryo. If we get it, we can only kill it." Percy filled Frost's glass with red wine. His golden hair drooped down, covering his beautiful and weird eyes.

They had obviously just finished a topic and Frost still felt a little unsatisfied.

The old man narrowed his eyes. The pair of mythical swords were still embedded in the end of the long table, just like three months ago. They seemed to feel the gaze, and the blades of arrogance and greed were humming. They were indeed living things.

"If it was a severely injured adult second-generation species, its value to us would only be academic research and the tempering of the Philosopher's Stone. If it was a corpse of a second-generation species, its use would be limited to this. But what appeared at the auction was an embryo, and inside it was nurturing a great life, a life that was once named God in some legends." Frost said slowly, and he began to shake the liquid in the cup, as if he was shaking a bloody holy medicine.

"According to ancient alchemical legends, there is blood called Golden Holy Serum inside the bodies of newly born gods. It is the greatest medicine for evolution and can even create super hybrids that are comparable to pure-blooded dragons."

"Super hybrid means..."

"As you can imagine, a hybrid whose bloodline has broken through the critical blood limit." Frost said calmly, "We have seen a precedent. His name is Lu Mingfei. His blood samples have been analyzed and tested dozens of times, and no difference has been found so far. His genes are even more stable than those of ordinary hybrids. There is almost no possibility of him falling into Deadpool. He is either a miracle that is one in a million, or a lost descendant of the White King."

Percy stood respectfully behind Frost. "Evolutionary drugs all have side effects, and the success rate is very low. Can the Golden Holy Syrup change this situation?"

"Maybe it is possible, maybe not. So far, this kind of thing only exists in legends, because humans have never captured the young or embryos of pure-blooded dragons of the second generation or above." Frost drank the liquor in the glass.

Percy's eyes flickered, a sign that his golden pupils were ignited and then extinguished in an instant. Frost seemed to realize something, and he looked up at his secretary and smiled silently.

"From common sense, pure dragon blood can only be highly poisonous. In history, only one in ten thousand people can survive the baptism of dragon blood. Even Beowulf, an old man who claimed to be a dragon blood lover, was only baptized with dragon blood reagent. But even so, most of their descendants became dead after the baptism and had to be disposed of." Frost said slowly.

“But there was one successful case, his name was…

Siegfried."

Percy's breathing became heavy for a moment, but it immediately returned to normal.

"But the blood of a god when he was born is pure divine medicine, the ladder for humans to become gods. The dragon blood at that time was very weak in toxicity and had extremely high activity. It could promote the evolution of hybrids and break through the critical blood limit. The dragon blood at that time was called golden holy juice in alchemy. In ancient China, emperors called it golden elixir."

Frost seemed to be talking to himself. Percy was a trustworthy person. Such a person was a very useful weapon. He was tough but flexible, loyal and reliable. "We joined other school directors and spent a huge amount of money just to get the embryo and make the thing inside hatch. A newborn ancient dragon, his body is surging with mysterious golden holy juice, and the fresh and fiery dragon blood is more tempting than anything else in the world. He can help us and the Gattuso family shape an emperor, an emperor who can compete with that child."

"You mean... Master Caesar?" Percy asked cautiously.

"In the history of our family, Caesar's bloodline is by no means the best. Over the centuries, there were many of our ancestors who were far better than him, but their names were erased, and they were not even allowed to use the surname Gattuso after their death. But do you know why we believe that after hundreds of years of waiting, Caesar must be the destined emperor we have been waiting for?" Frost looked into Percy's eyes through the reflection of the smooth table top.

Percy hesitated, "I'm sorry, but I have no way of knowing the secrets of these families."

"Because Caesar's will is purely human will." Frost let out a long sigh, which was the admiration that the old man exhaled from his heart and lungs.

Percy's pupils suddenly shrank into needles. "You mean, Master Caesar..."

"As long as his genes don't undergo irreversible changes, Caesar can use evolutionary drugs without restraint and embark on the path to godhood without restraint. The Golden Sacred Syrup and the Nibelungen Plan will have the most perfect effect on him." Frost's eyes were a little blurry. He seemed to see something, a great and glorious future.

"He is unique and destined. If it weren't for the appearance of that child..."

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"Pride and greed, when those two swords return to the Seven Deadly Sins, it will be truly complete. Now they are here, and Frost is here too." Angé picked up the iced whiskey in the passenger seat of the Lincoln, looked at Lu Mingfei through the rearview mirror, raised their glasses to each other, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Senior Brother Shaemui looked straight ahead as he slowly parked the extended Lincoln in front of the gate of the Chicago Civic Opera House.

The Lionheart Society is the oldest fraternity in Kassel College, so it will definitely equip its leader with an equally old-fashioned car to highlight the organization's heritage.

The imposing manner of this stretched Lincoln immediately attracted the attention of the black-clad waiters who had been waiting at the door. Two tall girls walked down the steps and waited on both sides of the car.

The driver's window slowly lowered and Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses.

"Kassel College, the principal is in our car," he said.

The girls looked shocked, and Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he did not wear colored contact lenses when he went out this time.

Last night the principal said that he had actually taken a picture of the embryo and invited him and his junior to go out to a restaurant to celebrate.

The three of them went to Alinea together. It was the first three-star Michelin restaurant in Chicago. It was quite famous and luxurious. A school director reserved an executive chef menu for them. They had black truffle ravioli and tomato buffalo cheese salad. However, these things alone would definitely not make them full, so after the show, they went to the roadside to try Chicago hot dogs at Lu Mingfei's suggestion and drank a lot of beer.

Facts have proved that drinking is really a matter of talent. Although Chu Zihang doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed a Muggle in this matter.

He had some fragmentation, felt a little dizzy when he woke up in the morning, and even forgot to put on contact lenses.

Seeing Chu Zihang pull out the knife with a bang, Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched, and he quickly leaned over to the driver's seat to grab his senior brother's arm, "Senior brother, please don't kill anyone! The principal is still in the car! Restrain yourself, restrain yourself!"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, "I want to knock them out and put them in the trunk and take them back to school, and let teacher Masashi Toyama give them some psychological hints or something."

"No, Zihang, we don't need to be so rigorous and serious!" Angé was also quite surprised. He even began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his educational philosophy.

Because this is the residence of the Gattuso family, even ordinary people in this place should have some understanding of the dragon clan.

It would be too extreme if the waiters had to be sent away in such a situation.

Murasame returned the sword to its scabbard.

"Please follow us inside, respected gentlemen, Mr. Gattuso has been waiting for you for a long time." The trembling girls bowed deeply to the men who opened the car door. Lu Mingfei faced the sun and bent his right hand into a awning shape to cover his eyebrows.

"Which Gattuso?" he asked.

"Mr. Frost Gattuso, our acting head of the family." the girl replied.

Lu Mingfei nodded and said nothing more.

He originally had some glimmer of hope that Caesar might appear here, after all, the name of this city was Chicago.

The fastest CC 1000 train from Chicago to Kassel College only takes 21 minutes. If Caesar knew that Principal Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang and the other two might come together, he might really rush over from the college to give them a good reception.

However, given the contradictions and conflicts between Caesar and his family, he would probably not be willing to meet Frost.

In the three months after killing Norton, Lu Mingfei received invitations from Caesar more than once to have candlelight talks with him.

As the saying goes, every family has its own problems.

The poor second generation has their own worries, the rich second generation has their own worries, and even a nobleman like Caesar has his own worries.

The dark passage was filled with a strange but not unpleasant smell.

The fragrance is salty and moist, like a mixture of some tropical fruit and sea breeze.