Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 78
Before leaving, an unexpected guest came to the Norton Pavilion.

The vice-principal, wearing a cowboy hat, joined them at lunch and snatched the bottle of DRC '47 from Fingal.

This was a gift from Caesar to Lu Mingfei as a reward for making him a weapon.

Faced with such robber behavior, Fingel dared not speak out, because the vice-principal is the person in charge of the Night Watch Forum, equivalent to his big boss.

The dog-legged Fingal handed the big boss a new wine glass, and graciously cut the steak for him, just like a well-trained senior waiter.

"I heard that you are going to Japan."

After eating and drinking enough, the vice principal burped for three days and said.

"Yes, what is your order? Do you want me to bring you adult magazines?"

Fingal said enthusiastically.

As we all know, the vice-principal's greatest hobby is to stay in the school's bell tower, drink the strongest wine, watch the strongest westerns and taste the best adult magazines.

"Well, don't bring too much, two boxes will do."

The vice principal hesitated and said.

"okay."

Fingel said without changing his expression.

"What's your business?"

Lu Mingfei interrupted their nonsense.

"Give you something nice."

The vice-principal fumbled in his dirty denim for a long time, and finally found a bottle of purple liquid.

"I heard that you made yourself a torture device, so I made a bottle for reference. As long as you put it on the weapon, the person who is hit will feel extreme pain."

The vice-principal said cheerfully.

Everyone in the school knows that the vice-principal possesses the Spirit of Words and Commandments, which can prevent the hybrids and dragons within the range from using the Spirit of Words, which is an important line of defense for the safety of the college.

But few people know that Nicholas Flamel is still the greatest alchemist in the world today, bar none.

"why?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

"I see that the guys in the Japanese branch have been upset for a long time. Since there is a chance, of course we must punish them severely."

said the vice-principal.

"I do not need."

"Do me this favor, and this is for you, too."

The vice-principal took another dice-like thing out of his denim jacket.

"The dice that sealed the alchemy domain can be used by pressing 6. The effect is to prevent the hybrids or dragons within the range from using the word spirit. Although the time is only 1 second, and the stronger the opponent's blood, the shorter the time, but for you Should be enough."

He watched the process of Lu Mingfei violently beating the whole academy, and he already had a clear understanding of the latter's strength.

"make a deal."

Lu Mingfei took the dice.

Word spirit is as troublesome as psionic power. Last time, the masked hybrid high-speed mobile language spirit allowed him to escape successfully. With this, he won't be able to escape next time.

"Remember to record."

After giving Fingel the order, the vice-principal left with satisfaction.

After so many years, he can finally see this kind of fun, enough for him to enjoy it for several months.

Now that they agreed to the vice principal, they also applied the alchemy potion to the weapon.

Only cold weapons are painted, and hot weapons have no meaning.

With their firepower configuration, those who are hit will be reborn in bliss on the spot, without feeling any pain at all.

When everything was ready, they boarded the principal's car, a modified Gulfstream G550.

One of the top private jets in the world, especially after the transformation of the equipment department, its value has increased dramatically.

According to the Armament Department, Sleipnir can be easily thrown off even by the most advanced missiles.

What?You say comfort and stability?
Why does the principal's plane need that kind of thing? It's not their human lights that are flying on it.

When they got on the plane, in a private manor in Tokyo, an old man was forging a knife embryo.

The drizzle is like yarn, and the pine wind is like the tide. The old man in white linen is like a great swordsmith in the Heian era, and like a great priest in the Asuka era.

But when he saw the young man who pushed the door and entered, the smile on his face was just that of an ordinary old man.

"When will I learn to be so calm like you, the sword at the headquarters is almost reaching my throat, and I still have the mood to come to the mountains to fight swords."

While talking, the young man squatted by the fire and watched quietly.

"This is the privilege of the elderly, you are not yet."

Tachibana Masamune, the patriarch of the Sheqi Hachi Family, said with a smile.

"I think my time has come. I want to retire now and sell sunscreen on the beaches of Kanagawa."

The director of the executive bureau of Kassel's Japanese branch, and the head of the three Yuanjia families, Yuan Zhisheng said indifferently.

Kanagawa, a famous holiday destination in Japan, is affected by the warm Pacific Current, so the climate is warm and there is almost no frost.

The coast of Xiangmo Bay is full of bathing beaches and sea ice parks, which attract a large number of tourists every year.

"Why did you think of selling this?"

Tachibana Masamune was a little surprised.

"I met a French netizen who opened a small shop selling sunscreen on the beach. He can see hundreds of thousands of naked women in one summer, and when he meets a good figure, he will send a trial outfit and serve it himself. Summer After passing, the door will be closed to receive relief, such a life would be great."

Yuan Zhisheng's expression is very yearning.

As for why not go to France, because Erika is definitely staying in a familiar place.

"Sick of violence?"

Tachibana Masamune asked softly.

"Only lunatics and weak people like violence. I am neither. I have great power, but I don't know what to do with it."

Yuan Zhisheng picked up the Kansai shochu next to the stove, and took a sip into his mouth.

This year's rainy season is really cold, cold to his bones.

He beheaded another ghost today, but he didn't have the slightest pleasure of slaying demons.

Those fallen people are like moths in the dark, as long as there is a little hope, they will rush on them desperately, and it doesn't matter if they burn themselves or others.

He resented such reckless behavior, but he wasn't much better off himself.

He is also a bug that lives in the dark, but he is dressed in colorful clothes.

"Son, you are destined to inherit the Sheqi Eight Families. You shouldn't think so much."

The old man sighed.

"Is it destined? Let's not talk about it, what about the people from the headquarters?"

Yuan Zhisheng changed the subject.

"They said they would arrive this evening and they didn't need us to pick them up."

Tachibana Masamune said.

"How can we do that? It's the principal's new favorite. How can we not welcome him warmly?"

Yuan Zhisheng said in a mocking tone.

Although he hates bloody life, he is the young head of the Snake Ba Family after all, and it is impossible not to have a little rebellious attitude towards Angers who has been oppressed by them for decades.

"You and Inuyama's parents will look at the arrangement, but my suggestion is to be as friendly as possible. After all, they came with a mission this time."

Tachibana Masamune said.

The Inuyama family is in charge of the entertainment industry. They have countless handsome men and women and high-end clubs. They are the most professional in entertaining guests.

"Did you mean the 'divine blood' thing?"

Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"That's right. Don't let the academy discover their existence, otherwise Anger will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble and bring the Bajia of Sheqi back under his wing."

Tachibana Masamune said seriously.

The spine of Snake Bajia was broken once, and it took them decades to straighten it again, and it will never be allowed to bend again.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll send the shit out of them back to America."

Yuan Zhisheng showed a cold smile.

(End of this chapter)