Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 30 Lost But Won

After a tense and provocative discussion that resulted in a few more beds in the infirmary, an accepted outcome was reached.

Doesn't count.

Because the handicap was clearly written, after this 3E exam, he officially became an S-level, while Lu Mingfei was still tentatively designated as an S-level.

Although there are still a small number of people who feel that this is a word game, most people still admit this result.

So some people get rich overnight, and some people become slaves overnight.

And in Lu Mingfei's account, there was an extra one hundred thousand dollars.

"It's alright, brother."

He came to the infirmary to visit Chu Zihang.

"It's okay, Professor Masashi Toyama said we were just sleepwalking."

Chu Zihang said,
"Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Can not remember."

Chu Zihang thought for a while and said.

"That's good."

He breathed a sigh of relief, the mortal will could hardly bear the Space Marine's emotions.

"What should I be dreaming about?"

Chu Zihang asked, he knew that Lu Mingfei should know the answer.

"A battle I participated in, and some undead who are afraid of death."

Lu Mingfei hesitated and said.

The Necrons use real-world technology, and there should be no danger in mentioning it at this level.

"Did you win?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"No wins, but no losses either."

Lu Mingfei replied.

Necrons aren't life, they can be resurrected an infinite number of times, so they didn't kill them.

But that planet is still in the hands of humans, so they didn't lose.

Chu Zihang saw his sadness and patted his shoulder.

"I said Junior Brother, can't you care about your other roommate?"

Fingal said bitterly.

His injuries were much more serious than Chu Zihang's, but they were only skin wounds, and with his mixed-race physique, he would be fine after a few days of rest.

"I waited at the door of the library because I cared about you."

He looked aggrieved and his eyes were very sharp.

"You just care about my exam results."

Lu Mingfei ruthlessly exposed him.

"That's what I care about. But junior brother, you are also really fierce. You are the first one in 3 years to be admitted to the infirmary collectively for the 100E exam."

Fingel gasped in admiration.

"It's okay, just take the test again."

Chu Zihang was worried that he would blame himself, so he comforted him.

He already knew the school's results from Fingal.

Lu Mingfei did have a bit of a headache. Although the little devil didn't cause any real harm, it's quite annoying to do something from time to time.

He hates the feeling of having his plans disrupted.

"We've got to rent the Norton Hall as soon as possible."

Lu Mingfei said seriously,

"What happened?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I intend to perform a purification ritual."

he said,
"Purify who?"

Chu Zihang turned his attention to Finger while asking.

If there is one person in this academy who needs to be purified, it must be him.

"Why, besides my thoughts are a little dirty, my life is a little messy, and my actions are a little sneaky."

Finger started to feel guilty while talking, and looked at Lu Mingfei carefully.

"Junior Brother Lu, you don't really intend to purify me, do you?"

"Not yet. It is myself I am purifying."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Then how do we purify? Baptize with holy water? Or burn with fire?"

Chu Zihang also knew a thing or two about religious rituals.

"No fire, that's the Battle Sisters way. Prepare these things for me."

He took out his notebook and pen, wrote down the list and tore it up to Fingel.

"I'm good or bad"

Fingal opened his mouth to speak.

"The rest is yours."

Lu Mingfei put a stack of Franklin on the bedside.

"Put it on me, please do it."

Fingel grabbed the dollar and ran away, his vigorous figure did not look like a wounded person at all.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I need you to be a witness of the ceremony. If I am indeed possessed by demons, then use the sword I made for you, cut off my head with your own hands, and burn me to ashes."

Lu Mingfei said.

Chu Zihang remained silent.

"You'll do it, right? Brother."

he asked.

"I will."

Chu Zihang said with difficulty.

He didn't understand why fate always made him choose, choose to lose his father, choose to lose his friends.

However, he has gotten used to not asking, and bears silently.

"Don't worry, brother, I'm not that weak. I will accompany you to save your father and smash the head of that false god."

Lu Mingfei punched him in the chest.

"Is this your promise?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Of course, the Emperor's warriors never lie."

unless necessary.

At the welcome luncheon, students in dark green school uniforms sat under the curved dome of the restaurant.

This restaurant is like a sanctuary in the age of knights. There is a huge tree-shaped chandelier hanging in the center of the dome, and each leaf is a small crystal lamp. On the granite walls, there are Latin characters welcoming new students.

The students sat around the table, with the student in charge of the picture sitting at the end of the table, and Fingal sat at the end of the table.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat on his left.

"Unexpectedly, you are still a student cadre."

Chu Zihang looked at him with admiration.

"Don't look down on me, I'm still the person in charge of the news channel. However, the main reason to sit here is because they don't want to have a separate table for the sixth grade students, so they sent me to sit with the freshmen."

Finger said with a look of displeasure.

He was even more upset when he saw the trays brought by the waiter.

"It's elbows, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes again. Can't you make something else?"

"I can adjust it for you alone, do you need it?"

said the waiter kindly.

"Of course, by the way, I like Kobe beef and bluefin tuna sashimi."

Fingel nodded frantically.

"Okay, then I'll adjust it to mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, and elbows for you. Do you think this is okay?"

The waiter said solemnly.

"Of course you can, shit. Doesn't nothing change?"

There was disillusioned anger in Fingal's voice.

"Eat, it's a college tradition, unless you become the headmaster."

The waiter put down the dishes and walked away gracefully.

"Why is the college tradition German?"

Chu Zihang was taken to eat western food, and knew that this set was a traditional German dish.

"Because the Kassel family is the founder of the school, they are a famous dragon slaying family in Germany, and they can produce several dragon slaying masters from generation to generation. Even the principal was only a second-tier figure in the Kassel family back then."

Fingal sliced ​​a square of elbow with his knife and fork, pretending it was a medium-rare Kobe steak.

"It turns out that the principal is from the Cassel family."

Chu Zihang felt that he had obtained important information.

"No, the members of the Cassel family have already been exterminated."

Fingel shook his head.

"Didn't you say that the principal was a second-tier figure in the Cassel family back then?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The Kassel family doesn't only have the surname Kassel. If the dragon-slaying family only brought their own family to play, the game would have been over long ago. Of course, they did end up playing in the end."

Fingel's Chinese is getting more and more down-to-earth.

"Those who fight aliens should be respected."

Lu Mingfei reminded.

"Understood. By the way, Junior Brother Lu, I've got everything you asked for and everything else, but there's one thing that's really hard to get."

Fingel rarely showed a troubled expression.

(End of this chapter)