Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 18 The Spirit of Words

Fortunately, Fengou seems to be in good physical condition, and it only barked for a few seconds after receiving a strong elbow from Lu Mingfei.

Soon, he stood up straight again and said excitedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, the car is coming, take your luggage."

Lu Mingfei also heard the sound of the train whistle.

Brother Fengou was right, it was a train coming into the station.

According to the train schedule, there should be no trains by now.

A man in a dark green train uniform walked out of the ticket gate.

He took the initiative to greet the two guards.

The two guards woke up briefly from their sound sleep, raised their hands in return, and then bowed their heads and went back to sleep.

"CC1000 regional train, Kassel College Finger von Frings, freshman Lu Mingfei, check in and get on the train, the time at the station is not long." The conductor walked over and said.

Lu Mingfei handed over the bus ticket, and immediately felt as if he had been reborn.

Before, he thought that he would be sent back by the American rescue team, or that he would starve to death on the main road in Chicago with Brother Fengou.

The conductor skillfully took his ticket and passed it through the ticket inspection machine skillfully.

The green light beeped and turned on.

"And me and me."

Finger was behind Lu Mingfei, his disheveled and dirty attire surprised even the calm conductor.

"Finger, you haven't dropped out yet? You've been studying abroad for four years."

Study abroad, four years...

Lu Mingfei seemed to have heard something that he shouldn't have heard.

Fingel, on the other hand, scratched his chicken coop-like hair indifferently, and said helplessly, "But I don't know how to do anything other than this line of work. I have to find a meal for myself."

Such a useless declaration made Lu Mingfei sigh.

Fengou proved with hard power that as long as it is put to the extreme, it can barely survive.

Because he no longer has any need for material things.

"Okay, let's get on the train, just the two of you." The conductor said after verifying Finger's ticket.

"I have another question."

"Speak." The conductor said flatly.

For S-level students, everyone's tolerance is much higher than usual.

If Fingal had asked this question instead, the conductor would have walked onto the train without saying a word, with a cold face.

"Is this really an official train? Why isn't it on the train schedule?"

There are so many weird places in this world, Lu Mingfei has to be vigilant all the time.

"It's an official train, specially approved by the Chicago government. It goes straight to Cassel, and the road there is not very good. The train schedule is not because it is a branch express, which runs irregularly. You know the kind that goes from the public railroad but goes to the mine. Special trains with factories? We are the same as those."

The conductor answered frankly, not at all tricky.

Fingel had already run to the front at this time.

People like Fingal are probably the first to die in horror movies.

Follow the conductor to the high-speed train parked in the dark, with a black streamlined body and dazzling black and white arabesques.

It's less like a green train and more like a facelifted Thomas.

At this time, only one section of the car was lit.

A familiar figure stood in the only open car door.

……

In the dark night, a gorgeous train gallops by.

Lu Mingfei, Finger and Professor Guderian sat in the same place as the pantry.

Both Lu Mingfei and Finger put on the college uniforms of Kassel College.

White shirt, dark green suit, with the school badge of Kassel College embroidered on the chest.

The school badge is a pattern of a tree, and Professor Guderian told Lu Mingfei that it was called the World Tree.

"Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Junior brother, you are no worse than senior brother and me after changing your clothes."

Fingel triumphantly set his feet on the sofa, just like the down-and-out homeless man on the street before.

Lu Mingfei was speechless.

He thought to himself that it would be the greatest shame in human life to be reduced to being compared with you.

"Fingel, you are not allowed to put your bare feet on the sofa." Professor Guderian said, "I have something important to discuss with Mingfei. How can you behave like this?"

Fingel had no choice but to take his foot back obediently.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei nodded.

It seems that no matter what country people are afraid of teachers.

Hmm... maybe the Japanese are not afraid?
Lu Mingfei hasn't been to Japan yet, so he doesn't know if the atmosphere there is as open as the movie.

On the contrary, he learned Japanese when he was in a different world. If he takes time to go to Japan during the winter and summer vacations, there should be no communication barriers.

"Coffee or hot chocolate?" Professor Guderian asked.

"Is there beer?"

Professor Guderian paused for a few seconds, which was rare.

He obviously didn't expect that Lu Mingfei, a thin and frail little boy, would want to drink beer.

"There's beer, too."

Following his instructions, the train steward quickly served a bottle of beer.

Old European oil paintings painted on beer cans.

Lu Mingfei didn't recognize the brand of this beer, but Fingel recognized it.

"Oh, Don Quixote, give me a bottle too."

"F-class students don't talk." Professor Guderian ruthlessly refused.

So Senior Brother Fengou could only huddle in the corner and mutter about the f-class eating your rice.

Without his interference, there were only two people left at the table.

"Ming Fei, Nuonuo has told you about some things about Kassel College before, so I won't mention it again."

Hesitation flashed across Guderian's face, "I personally want to ask you something."

Lu Mingfei looked at him inexplicably.

So much so that the beer in my hand was opened and I forgot to drink it.

"What's the matter? Professor."

"Have you awakened the spirit of speech?"

Professor Guderian said that the only few people in Kassel College who knew about this matter were puzzled.

Judging from Nuonuo's report, Lu Mingfei took out a weapon that didn't exist, and then disappeared the weapon.

If Lu Mingfei's physical fitness can still be attributed to the strength of the S-class bloodline.

Then it would be very strange to conjure up and retract the weapon out of thin air.

They discussed this for a long time, and finally agreed that this is something that can only be done by Yan Ling.

So Professor Guderian was the vanguard sent by Angers, and he came here to ask Lu Mingfei.

Anger also pointed out that if Lu Mingfei is unwilling to answer, don't force him to ask.

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei put down the beer can heavily.

"You guessed it right, it's Ling Ling."

Lu Mingfei's expression was so serious that even Professor Guderian couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The reason for his nervousness is: the secret about the S-class who slashed Odin is finally about to surface.

Little did he know that Lu Mingfei was already happy at this moment.

The matter of the warehouse in another world was not easy to explain at first, but now it is directly regarded as a superpower, isn't it a timely help.

"Can you describe the specific ability of your words?"

"It's just being able to conjure imaginary weapons, props, etc." Lu Mingfei didn't have a deep understanding of Yan Ling, so he could only talk nonsense.

"Well, your speech spirit should not be fully activated yet, after all, you haven't even lit up your golden pupils." Professor Guderian nodded while recording, "When this speech spirit is fully activated, you may be able to conjure an object that has disappeared in history. artifact."

"The artifact is too exaggerated."

"Not an exaggeration."

Professor Guderian said in a deep voice: "Your speech spirit is a rare new speech spirit located outside the sequence of speech spirits, so everything is possible."

He raised his head: "Have you named your speech spirit yet?"

"Ah? No." Lu Mingfei shook his head.

How could he do such a shameful thing as naming a superpower that doesn't exist.

"Just right, I have a name for your speech spirit."

Professor Guderian raised the notebook in his hand.

On the last page were written several thick black characters.

(End of this chapter)