Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

Silently, her pupils had turned golden.

Perhaps now she is questioning Shirataki in the capacity of the Dragon King [Jörmungandr].

——But Shirataki didn’t care.

Just like his attitude towards this world and the human beings in this world.

Even if he doesn't like the order of this world, he will never take the initiative to overthrow it - overthrowing an old order will not result in a new order, but only a destroyed old order.

Shirataki has no intention of cleaning up this world's mess.

"However, since we are here, we can't come here in vain."

“I just want to offer them a new possibility.”

"Just to make up for someone's regret."

As Bai Taki spoke, he glanced at Vina, who was half-lying on the sofa and patting her belly.

She is actually the one who is truly "connected" with this world.

In this world, she will fulfill the "wish" that has never been fulfilled.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Regent Hotel.

Compared to the KFC next to Wenhua Road yesterday, this national chain five-star hotel is undoubtedly much more upscale and formal.

Lu Mingfei remembered that his uncle liked to invite friends to sit in the lobby to drink tea and chat, because it was not expensive and they could enjoy the superiority of world-class service.

But today, in the conference room on the top floor of the Regent Hotel, he saw what true "superiority" was.

【gold】.

——This is undoubtedly the most vulgar thing in the world.

But when a large amount of gold is piled together, making the entire room look magnificent, then this vulgarity becomes elegance.

“These things don’t cost much.”

"You know, gold is very malleable. This is just a layer of gold foil."

"What should really concern us is the jewelry the women are wearing and the weapons the men are carrying."

"Tsk tsk, the Heart of the Ocean. I remember it was sold at an auction for $300 million... It belonged to the Laurent family, right?"

"Look at that man. He should be a representative of the British royal family - that's the family crest of the Windsor family."

It was like two local dogs sneaking into the magnificent imperial palace.

Lu Mingfei felt uncomfortable, but Finkel put his arm around his shoulders and walked to the center of the meeting room while introducing the people in the meeting room to him.

"Come on, man."

"You're S-rank!"

"Remember, there are only four people who can stand up to that guy, and you are one of them."

"Remember, it's their honor to invite you to this meeting. This is the world of half-bloods. High-ranking bloodlines possess supreme privileges."

No, actually five.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to say, "Senior Brother, you finally stood up" - but on second thought, that didn't seem to be a glorious thing.

He simply kept silent.

Fingle took him to a seat where some refreshments were placed on the table - they looked exquisite and smelled delicious.

Finkel ignored everything and grabbed a plate of steamed buns and started eating.

After staying up all night in the Internet cafe, Lu Mingfei felt that he must be very hungry.

But for some reason, he couldn't eat the food.

——He suddenly missed the fried chicken and French fries in KFC.

Chapter 183 It’s not Shami, it’s Jörmungandr

Hungry and sleepy, Lu Mingfei lay down on a chair made of unknown material and took a short nap.

——When he woke up again, the magnificent conference room suddenly became quiet.

Many people came to the conference room, both Chinese and foreigners. They seemed to be divided into different groups and sat in fixed seats.

"Clang."

A gust of wind came out of nowhere and closed the door of the conference room tightly.

Then, an invisible energy field suddenly spread from the center of the room.

"Om-"

Anyone who sensed the presence of this energy lit up their golden eyes, responding to the power from afar.

"Orthodox, Chen family."

"Orthodox, Li."

"Orthodox, Lin family."

"The secret party, Laurent."

"Secret party, Gattuso."

"The Conspirators, Beowulf."

"..."

Waves of responses, pairs of golden eyes.

It represents the "absolute power" that has been hidden in this world for thousands of years.

Lu Mingfei fiddled with the ID card on his seat with some curiosity - he discovered that he actually had a family.

【Lu family】.

"So am I opening a separate family tree?"

Lu Mingfei, who didn't know his family's background, just thought that the organizer of this meeting gave him, an S-level, some "face".

——But it was obvious that he was not the protagonist of this meeting.

“It’s great to see you all here.”

"My name is Vina, and I'm the Dragon God's priestess."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the silver-haired woman sitting at the conference podium.

She possessed a pair of cyan eyes, seeming quite out of place in this conference room filled with gold—yet within them seemed to radiate a powerful spirit. Even facing so many "enemies" alone, she remained undaunted, even overwhelming the others in her aura.

"If I could lift a viaduct, I could be so arrogant, right?"

Lu Mingfei thought, this English teacher of his is really capable. Especially when she pretended to attack Odin, but was actually attacking the eight-legged horse. Lu Mingfei, who witnessed the whole process of the god falling from the horse, was shocked by her beauty.

As for the white dragon that appeared later, and the battle between the white dragon and Odin... to be honest, Lu Mingfei himself didn't feel much reality.

Perhaps this is because he never felt that he and the white dragon were from the same world?

——But others don’t seem to see it that way.

"Woman, we're not here to waste our time with you."

The speaker was a pale old man who looked about the same age as Ange, but he was not as energetic as Ange - he sat in a chair, looking haggard, like a gray tombstone.

But if you look closely, you can see that his grayish-white skin is completely made up of fine white scales.

And the more eye-catching, blood-red golden eyes.

"Beowulf, a staunch, iron-blooded dragon-slayer in the secret party, a family thirsty for dragon blood."

"The power of his words is unknown, but his strength is unquestionable. He is considered the true leader of the secret party."

Finkel whispered the old man's background.

Lu Mingfei nodded thoughtfully.

Then he subconsciously covered his ears with his hands.

"Brother, what does this mean?"

This inexplicable action left Finkel a little puzzled.

But Lu Mingfei was very determined - he even closed his eyes.

"I don't know any Beowulf."

“But I know the woman on the stage.”

“She is my English teacher.”

He also spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah, so what's wrong?"

"nothing."

"It's just that our English teacher hates being interrupted when she wants to speak."

"In class, she would throw chalk or an eraser at you."

"And if it's here..."

Lu Mingfei hadn't finished speaking yet.

Finkel heard a "whoosh" sound, followed by a "thump" sound of someone falling.

It's Wella!

The woman with an elegant appearance, who looked like a fairy, suddenly jumped up from her seat like a silver cannonball and arrived in front of Beowulf in an instant.

Then she put her hands around his throat and pressed her knee against his heart.

"I've been putting up with you guys for a fucking long time, you know that?"

"If it weren't for the fact that my god is kind enough to give you a chance, I wouldn't be talking nonsense with you here."

"If it were me, I would tie you all to a tree and shoot you all, understand?"

"A bunch of trash! They've been slaying dragons for so many years, but they haven't even killed a single Dragon King!"

"I bother!"

The woman's voice echoed in the conference room.

Others who witnessed the incident were either wary, confused, or thoughtful.

——And it was at this moment that Finkel finally understood the significance of what Chu Tianjiao wrote in the action report: "Knocked Odin off his horse with one punch."

No, sister.

Why didn't you tell me you were a humanoid female Tyrannosaurus?!

……

One minute later.

Vina returned to her seat.

Beowulf was carried away.

She acted with great discretion - or rather, it was the "killing skill" she had cultivated after so many years of wandering.

She said that if the old man was left unconscious for an hour due to lack of oxygen to his brain, he would definitely not wake up at the 59th minute.

"Damn it, I really have to use this trick!"

"You guys are just cheap—"

The woman stood on the podium and cursed loudly.

Her gangster-like style was incompatible with this magnificent conference room and this noble and elegant dragon-slaying family.