Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 170

"He...he they..."

Guderian Kaba Kaba, can hardly say complete words.

"Keep your voice down, don't you want your tenured professor anymore!"

Manstein warned his old friend.

"Just a word from anyone here can make you stay in the position of temporary professor until you die!"

Guderian was obviously frightened and covered his mouth hastily, but his eyes were still full of disbelief.

"come in."

He froze for a moment, and immediately followed Manstein into the pile of books after recovering.

"Why, haven't figured it out yet?"

Manstein lay on the ground in a strange posture, and solemnly picked up a book. He could see that the pages that had been opened were full of yellow from years of precipitation, and there was also a certain stale smell blowing towards his face.

He greeted Guderian and asked him to find a place to stay.

Guderian looked around in a daze. Apart from books, there were parchment scrolls on the ground, as well as carefully sealed ink bottles and quills. He had to work hard to avoid stepping on them.

"Is there no chair?"

he asked innocently.

Manstein was really amused by his old friend.

"Chair?"

He repeated oddly.

"Didn't you see the grand occasion outside? Scholars who have made some achievements in the past century, whether they are studying science or alchemy, are all there."

"Mmmmmmm!"

As soon as Guderian mentioned this, he nodded crazily, and his face was full of the touch and joy of fanatics after seeing Jehovah.

"Unbelievable, Professor Turing! Do you know, the Professor Turing who created the information age! I always thought he was dead! He is still sitting outside!"

"And Camus! The master Camus who improved the alchemy matrix and proposed a new model! It's unbelievable, I really want to get their signatures"

While talking, Guderian finally felt confused.

"Strange!"

"I have heard before that they conduct experiments in the secret research institute in Kassel, climbing the peak of science and alchemy."

"Unless the end of the world, or a revolutionary discovery in the academic world, how could they leave the research institute..."

"Didn't you say that too?"

Manstein glanced at him.

"A revolutionary discovery in academia."

Guderian still blinked in confusion.

"What? What did you find?"

Manstein shook his head helplessly, his old friend was indeed quite offline.

"What did you find? Please use your smart brain to think about it, what new subject are you researching!"

Guderian blinked, then widened quickly in the next second, and opened his mouth again. Fortunately, Schneider looked up at him before the guy screamed, and Guderian finally didn't scream.

"You mean, Mingfei!"

He almost jumped up.

"Are they also interested in Mingfei?"

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

"Now Mingfei will definitely not choose me!"

Looking at his old friends who were already walking around, Manstein rubbed the center of his brows.

"You don't have to worry about the S-level tutor. The masters still have their projects to complete. They don't have time to guide students. Even if the student is an S-level student, you should know that in the eyes of the masters, there is nothing better than The truth is more important, even S-ranks have to lean back."

Guderian let out a long sigh of relief.

"That's fine, that's fine."

In turn, the guy was triumphant again.

"Hey what did I say."

"Ming Fei is a genius!"

"As long as he comes to Kassel, everyone will find this, he is a genius, an absolute genius!"

"Ah."

Manstein drooped his eyelids.

"A word like genius is used to describe S-rank. I really don't know if you are looking down on him, or you just don't know what our S-rank means."

Guderian obviously didn't understand what his old friend said.

"What... what's wrong?"

"Back to the question just now, tell me, what is your new subject?"

Hearing this, Guderian looked around like a thief, and whispered to his old friend the shocking secret he had finally obtained with an excited and overwhelmed excitement.

"I'll tell you, don't tell anyone!"

Manstein rolled the dead fish's eyes.

Guderian twisted his body excitedly.

"My student, oh no, I'm talking about the former student, he must have awakened the spirit of speech, you know!"

"And and!"

Guderian was cautious.

"It's a mysterious word spirit that has never appeared on the periodic table!"

"I have reason to suspect that the source of Ming Fei's bloodline is either the Black King or..."

"Black King."

Schneider said.

"S-rank is the descendant of the Black King. It is an irrefutable fact that Emperor Yanling can work on him."

"Oh, have you guys done the experiment, since Emperor Yanling can treat Ming Fei..."

"Start... work!"

He stared at Schneider in shock.

"You actually eavesdropped!"

"Please!"

Manstein patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not a secret. There's no need to eavesdrop."

"But...but!"

Guderian jumped up and down anxiously.

Suddenly he finally reacted.

"What, it's not a secret!"

"Ah."

Manstein casually pointed to the long table.

"What do you think the masters walked out of their research institutes for?" Guderian scratched his head and said hesitantly.

"Is it... Mingfei's speech spirit?"

Manstein cast a gratified look.

"You are not so stupid that there is no cure."

As he spoke he sighed.

"Professor Schneider's personal test has a strong reaction to the Black King's Yanling Emperor, S-level."

"It's a testament to the purity of his lineage."

"At the same time, a brand-new word spirit that does not belong to the genealogy of the four great kings."

Manstein paused.

"With your academic level, you should know better than me what this means."

Guderian blushed with excitement.

"It's not wrong, it's definitely not wrong!"

"The blood of the Black King!"

"Ming Fei is the direct blood descendant of the Black King!"

"He is the only case so far, a hybrid of the blood of the Black King!"

"Okay, okay, I can understand your mood."

Manstein plucked his ears.

"Before then, can I trouble you to collect it, so as not to disturb the masters' research."

"Oh, sorry!"

Guderian covered his mouth innocently again.

Manstein shook his head, he didn't want to say anything more to his old friend.

"So, the masters show up here and sit together."

Guderian said quietly.

"Is it just to study Ming Fei's speech spirit?"

"if not?"

Manstein turned back to the tome in hand.

"Besides a brand-new field of research that no one has set foot in, what else can attract the attention of all the masters at the same time."

"You must know that even the atomic bomb project back then, at least two-thirds of the masters present expressed their disdain."

"But it's different now."

"S rank represents something other than a new word spirit."

"He is likely to be a direct blood descendant of the Black King."

"As you said, the only case found so far is of direct descent."

"You should know what this means. According to legend, the Black King split into four kings: bronze and fire, earth and mountains, sky and wind, sea and water, and generously gave him the earth, sea, sky, and the whole world. four sons of the

"And all the hybrids we have discovered today are descendants of these four monarchs."

"There has never been a single person directly subordinate to that black emperor."

"This is an absolute blank in alchemy and dragon genealogy, and today, the first symbol has fallen on the blank."

"S."

Manstein smiled.

It's hard to imagine that the director of the Disciplinary Committee in Kassel, who usually has a straight face and is known for his incomparable strictness, can show such an expression similar to that of a child seeing his beloved candy. It's from the bottom of his heart. Heartfelt joy.

"Blank, absolute blankness means infinite possibilities. We don't need to rack our brains to find the direction, and we don't need to try and make mistakes again and again. We just need to move forward and take a random step, and we can leave a strong mark in history. a sum."

"Think about it a little, my old friend."

Manstein spoke in the tone of a diabolical salesman.

"Guderian guesses, how does that sound?"

"Oh no."

He smiled.

"Guderian's formula, or, what about Guderian's theorem?"

"Well, maybe you would prefer that students in the future use words such as one ancient and two ancient when calculating speech spirits and bloodlines, put their names behind the numbers, and become an existence that keeps pace with the truth of the universe."

"How do you feel, my old friend?"

as predicted.

He heard Guderian's heavy panting, and the movement of the other party wiping sweat repeatedly and adjusting his collar irritably.

Manstein curled his lips indistinctly.

Ordinary people think that scientists have no desires and needs, and they can sleep and forget to eat and sleep day and night for the sake of science and truth and the progress of all mankind.

But they don't know that researching this matter itself, especially the moment of running hard for conjectures and goals and even getting the harvest at the end, can bring scientists a sense of accomplishment, um, let's put it bluntly, pleasure.

The pleasure it can bring to scientists is far stronger than games, animations or even certain physiological activities.

This is a game exclusively for the small group of highly intelligent people.

Coincidentally, such a small group of people are basically sitting here.

Manstein took a deep look at the long table in the restricted area.

And the one who can arouse the interest of these great souls, S-Class.

What a guy.

Guderian hugged a stack of books and joined Manstein and Schneider in the castle.

This guy had a heroic expression of generosity and righteousness.

In order to hang his name behind the truth, even if he risked his life to cooperate with the head of the embryo killer, Guderian also recognized it today.

Although Guderian was really surprised that Schneider would appear here, he still didn't have dementia. I remembered a few years ago, um, I forgot the specific years. Anyway, it was the time when Schneider hadn't dragged the oxygen car. Ren is still a humble and polite teacher, his academic level is quite high, and he is a respected professor.

Although he has been working hard for the work of the executive department all these years, Schneider's academic level has not dropped. After all, this is the reason. If you want to kill your enemy, you must first understand the other party.

"Speaking of your latest test data that is not clear?"

"Sorry, the information we have is the same as yours. We only know that this is a speech spirit outside the periodic table, and it seems to be a therapeutic effect."

"Treat."

Guderian murmured.

"Sure enough, it is a type that has never appeared before. It is unique and worthy of Ming Fei."

"Instead of lamenting the obvious things like S-class, it is better to hurry up and find a practical path for research."

Manstein said.

He glanced at Guderian.

"Come on, my old friend."

The reason why he talked so much with this off-line guy was that on the one hand, it was due to the friendship between the two for many years, and on the other hand, it was because Guderian did have outstanding talents in the academic field.

From middle school all the way to Harvard, Manstein copied all the way from Guderian, no matter his homework or graduation report.

Although he is now a tenured professor in Kassel, Guderian is still struggling for this title.

"This is a war without smoke."

"Everyone fights on the battlefield provided by the S-level, and only the wisest person can win the final crown."

Manstein said suddenly.

"I think I need to remind everyone that the S-level new speech spirit has not yet been named."

"Perhaps the truth is too far away for us, but the naming of a new word spirit, heh, who can refuse to write their name in the textbook?"

The three looked at each other.

Needless to say, Schneider and Manstein.

Even Guderian's eyes were ignited with a flame called fighting spirit.

Even if they want to compete with the masters on the same stage, they will not back down at all.

"Wait, why are your eyes red?"

Manstein noticed something strange about his old friend.

"Oh I just cried."

Guderian said in a tone that was nothing more than that.

"Originally, I planned to cry to find Mingfei. Maybe this kid would agree to be my student if he softened his heart. Even if he couldn't, let me study his new language for a while."

He sighed.

"It's a pity, the brats in the executive department actually sealed off the training ground, saying that confidential information is forbidden to enter, that's my former student, unexpectedly..."

"You seem to have some issues with my commissioner."

Schneider said.

Guderian seemed to be struck by the spirit of thunder and lightning.

He raised his head awkwardly, and showed a smile uglier than crying to the boss of the brats in the executive department.

"How can it be, Professor!"

"Faithful execution of tasks is an absolute virtue!"

"I am really proud that Kassel has produced such outstanding students as your commissioner."

Manstein couldn't stand it anymore, shook his head, and patted Guderian on the shoulder to prevent his old friend from continuing to embarrass himself.

"Okay, our executive director is joking with you, isn't he Schneider."

The air was strangely quiet.

Manstein is worthy of being Manstein, and he changed the subject without changing his expression.

"And having said that, put your delusions aside, it's impossible to realize."

"With S-level ability, not just anyone can become his mentor."

"To tell you something that you may not like to hear, Guderian, even if you become Lu Mingfei's mentor, what can you teach him?"

Manstein twitched his lips.

"Is it the ability to sleep with your eyes open that you practiced hard at Harvard?"

"This is it!"

Guderian grabbed Manstein's shoulder excitedly. This sudden scene caught the director of the Disciplinary Committee in Kassel by surprise. For a moment, the mean face like dead bark also showed a little dazed and innocent.

"I'm still worrying about what I can teach Mingfei!"

"Based on his excellent performance on Freedom Day, even if there were a hundred of them, I'm sure they wouldn't be Ming Fei's opponents."

"In terms of academics, but to be honest, I am a good-for-nothing who is still struggling for the title of Kassel's tenured professor. Am I really qualified to take on the S-level education work?"

"I'm very scared, really, very scared. A genius like Mingfei will definitely surpass me in a month, no, a week! What should I do then, go back and call him Teacher Lu! "

"My old friend, you reminded me!"

The excited Guderian grabbed Manstein's shoulder and shook him back and forth.

Manstein cast a helpless look at Schneider.

But Schneider, who was deep in thought, obviously didn't have time to talk to our discipline officer.

As for what Schneider was thinking, just joking about the performance of Guderian and Manstein, he sincerely doubted the professional level of his two collaborators.

"Sleep with eyes open!"

Guderian almost roared in Manstein's ear.

"I can still teach such stunts as S rank!"

"He'll be interested!"

"Hahaha, I will be an S-level mentor!"

"I will go down in history!"

"I shall……"

The red light suddenly flickered.

A muffled alarm sounded.

Schneider looked up suddenly.

"Then my spirit is normal, so there is no need for such a big fight?"

Guderian said weakly.

"You should really look at yourself just now before saying this."

Manstein adjusted his collar.

The two set their sights on Schneider.

The head of the executive department stood up in awe.

He clapped his hands vigorously, trying to attract the attention of the audience.

"Masters, seniors, please stop, our system is under attack, for the sake of" everyone's life safety, please follow the guidelines of the emergency manual, evacuate quickly, evacuate quickly.

He stood for a while.

The Restricted Section was as silent as ever.

The scholars who look like zombies are still poking straight at the desks, even though the emergency lights above their heads are flashing and flashing, no one has responded, let alone evacuated or evacuated as Schneider said. No.

Schneider stood silently.

"I suddenly feel a little pitiful for killing the embryo."

Guderian covered his mouth and whispered to Manstein.

"Should we applaud more or less, or it would be a bad look to leave him standing alone."

Schneider looked back silently.

"I heard."

"Sorry, sorry, I really didn't think you were pitiful, woo woo woo..."

Manstein covered Guderian's mouth, letting his old friend struggle and thump, without moving one hand.

Rather than being killed by the head of the executive department who became angry, your life is better to end in my hands, old friend, this is my last tenderness for you.

"If you don't let him go, he will really die."

Schneider shook his head.

"I'm going to see what happened. I hope it's not the awakened dragons attacking Kassel. Let our masters continue their research."

"S-rank, heh, S-rank."

Schneider is gone.

After he left for 2 minutes, the alarm was lifted.

Schneider dragged his oxygen cart back with a grunt.

"what happened?"

Manstein spoke up.

"Small thing, Norma is cleaning up the trash for herself."

Schneider said.

"Hurry up, we wasted another 8 minutes, hoping to sort out a rough guess before the official test of the S-class tomorrow morning, otherwise we can only watch the masters perform."

The three looked at each other, nodded, each picked up the tome or the parchment and started working.

The Restricted Section fell into deathly silence again.

No one had ever thought that it was just an ordinary 3E exam that would blow up all the masters who lived in seclusion in Kassel.

There is no need to repeat their importance in their respective research fields, but if someone wants to have a deeper understanding, it can be said that once the list of everyone present here is exposed, all the top scholars in the world will have to fly to Cardiff overnight. Searle, as a disciple and grandson.

And their specific weight is worthy of a superpower fighting another world war.

It's just such a small group of people, but because of a young man's eloquence, they stay up all night and fight night by night.

But they're not the only ones who can't sleep tonight.

Night Watch Forum.

This is a communication platform for all the teachers and students in Kassel. When Class S announced his arrival by sweeping all the students in the school on Freedom Day, the popularity of this boy has remained high.

Especially this night, the night when the 3E exam just ended.

The news that the S-class awakened the mysterious word spirit outside the periodic table swept through everyone's terminals like a nuclear bomb.

Even the executive department, which has no interest in researching this matter, is also highly concerned.

The effect of the word spirit awakened only because of the S rank is: healing.

Anyone, anyone who has been on the battlefield, knows what the word healing means.

What's more, Yan Ling, who has a high probability of being able to achieve first aid effects.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the S-level speech spirit is not a funny thing like a band-aid, whether it speeds up wound healing or anything else, it is no less than the first for all hybrids who will set foot on the battlefield in the future. Two lives.

Anyone who has played games knows what is the most popular job in a team?
warrior?Mage?Or Assassin or Tank?
No, no no!

It's the pastor!

He is a priest who can recover blood!

But that's just a game. Even if a character dies, it's a waste of time at best to go to the cemetery and come back to life.

Reality has no resurrected cemeteries or crystals.

People are really dead when they die, and the same is true for hybrids. After all, they are not dragons, so they cannot be reborn again and again by cocooning.

It is precisely because of this that the healing words awakened by the S rank are more eye-catching.

Countless people, even the commissioners of the executive department who have already graduated and went to the north and south to perform tasks, are also paying close attention to the news of S-level on the forum.

They started a heated discussion about the S-rank healing word spirit in one post after another.

Will there be some kind of restriction?
Similar to the bronze throne, although it can obtain huge power, it will cause unimaginable burden on the user's muscles and bones, and may even be life-threatening in the end.

Of course, there may not be any, and it is best not to.

Some people also suggested that the S-level speech spirit should not be able to use its own vitality as fuel. Many fantasy works have similar settings. Characters who have mastered the healing ability often need to sacrifice themselves to save others.

But such posts were quickly captured by angry students. Before the specific results came out, they would never allow anyone to curse the S-class and their leader like this.

Yes, such speculation is, in their view, a curse.

In the words of a student named Chilan.

"He is S-rank, how could he die for such a ridiculous reason! Do you want to fight with S-rank!"

Of course, there are also people who are discussing the specific effects of the S-level speech spirits intensely.

In terms of treatment, is it group treatment or individual treatment?
To what extent can it be done?
What is the scope of treatment?Does it only work on skin and flesh wounds, or does it work on chemical hormone wounds? Even, someone put forward an exaggerated statement, concept!
"Why not let our imaginations go!"

"Everyone, it is necessary for me to seriously remind you again that he is an S-rank!"

"Recall what another S-class can do!"

"Time zero, our beloved Mr. Principal, he can do such incredible things as playing with time."

"Why can't Lu Mingfei, who is also an S-rank, our dear freshman Lu Mingfei, be able to do it?"

"Healing, huh, if it's just physical healing, even if it's a word spirit that has never appeared, it's too common for an S-rank, isn't it?"

"So, concept."

"My idea is that the treatment of the concept itself, that is to say, has nothing to do with life force or anything else. In fact, what I want to say is, my friends, let us forget about the ridiculous life force. Time, let us Focusing on time, if it is a treatment, it can restore a person's state to the state before he was injured, aha, isn't this the most perfect treatment!"

"Don't tell me it's impossible, what kind of superior time is it, isn't it being played wantonly in the hands of the principal."

"What's wrong with our S-class doing similar things?"

"Is it strange?"

"Not at all!"

"In fact, I would like to say that if it is really a conceptual treatment, a thorough treatment, and the effect of returning the injured person's state to the state before his injury, it is really as I imagined."

"I prefer to call this word spirit: Refresh."

"Yes, refresh, what a perfect word, it treats people like a computer desktop or a file, click, well, there is a word for the S-level motherland, yes, yes, it has a new look!"

In a short period of time, this post has built thousands of buildings.

And it is growing at an even more terrifying rate.

I have to say that although this man's conjecture is outrageous and unconstrained, the future he describes is really exciting.

If the leader of their roots has such a spirit of speech, they must have the courage to charge even in the face of the Dragon King.

After all, that is the spirit of words that can bring people back as long as you have a breath.

Still want to defend, think about dodge.

As long as you charge forward indomitably, with the existence of S rank, you will have no worries.

Which fighter does not dream of being able to fight side by side with such teammates?

Especially, when such a post quickly reached the front page of the forum.

"It would be great if Cedric could wait until S rank."

The owner of the post reminisced about his best friend with delicate strokes.

He started from their college days, taking physical education classes together, making suggestions for each other's pursuit of girls, being late until they were punished to pass the station, and also going through life and death in war practice classes.

After graduation, the two also joined the executive department together.

They also agreed to be each other's best man at future weddings.

Although neither of them got rid of the fate of being single at the time.

Sadly, Cedric is missing his appointment forever.

He died in a battle with a dangerous hybrid at the age of 24.

"I've read the report of that mission. Cedric was seriously injured and sent to the hospital to be rescued and died."

"The doctor said that if I could come 10 minutes earlier, there might be hope."

"Just 10 minutes."

"Do you know what I'm thinking now, I think, if Cedric can wait until S rank, even, even if they can form a team, with the healing spirit, that guy probably won't die."

"So I'll have a best man."

After typing such a line, the post owner disappeared.

There was no reply for a long time.

Until similar sentences start swiping the screen.

,That is.

"It would be great if Anne could wait until S rank."

"It would be great if Wensenke could wait until S rank."

"It would be great if Leon could wait until S rank."

No one was drawing, and the scroll wheel of the mouse was scrolled silently, and the neat replies made people feel heavy and out of breath.

Until now, the freshmen who just joined Kassel, the freshmen who were still immersed in the excitement of seeing the true face of this world, finally realized it clearly.

What is it called, Dragon Slayer.

It is a battlefield for the truly brave who have to risk their lives and be conscious before they can set foot on it.

Nine lives.

(End of this chapter)