Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 201 I will find you

"That's why you wanted to catch the little bad luck?"

"Haha, how can you say catch, I just want to treat her to a hamburger, boss."

Fingel rubbed his hands with a harmless smile on his face.

"What about the task the headmaster gave you?"

"That is, check the matrix left over from that year, and if there are any omissions, you must complete the homework."

"Finished?"

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"That's right, the tyrant said he would bring the key, um, it should mean a key item in the matrix and rush over to perfect the seal on the Nibelungen below."

Fingel said this with some uncertainty.

"and many more."

Chu Zihang, who had been listening in silently, finally spoke.

He asks his questions.

"I've been thinking about it since just now. That girl named Shirley is a matrix. Is it possible to use a person as a matrix? How is this done?"

Fingel spread his hands with an innocent expression.

"I'm just a little pony, please don't have too much hope for me.

Seriously, the four people present are all combatants, and their knowledge in alchemy can only be said to be limited. At most, they only understand some alchemical symbols representing elements and a few simple transformation equations, not even the most basic alchemical matrix. There is no way to draw it completely, let alone the unheard of example of treating a living person as a matrix.

"Did the principal say how he arranged the sealing matrix back then?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Fingal shook his head.

"That's all I know."

"If there is no accident, the tyrant is on his way, and he may have arrived in the town."

"" What is certain is that there must be something wrong with the seal matrix he arranged back then. As a hub, Shirley could not appear in the town, let alone those residents. The subsequent evacuation work of the residents in Centralia is actually leading behind the scenes. The most important thing is the secret party. The final settlement of each family and their subsequent living conditions are clearly recorded in the secret party.

And the strangest thing is that many of these people in the small town should actually die of old age.

Fingal spread his hands.

"Half a century has passed, and not everyone is Angers, not to mention that these residents have also suffered from the fire element leaked out when the Nibelung root was opened. As ordinary people without dragon blood, let alone For 50 years, many of them died without sustaining it for 20 years."

"So, who are these people?"

"No need to guess."

Lu Mingfei looked out the window.

Foggy streets, deathly silence.

The townspeople, the half-breeds, were gone.

Their hotel room is like an isolated island, surrounded by a dark and boundless sea in all directions, and there are indescribable giant shadows swimming slowly under the sea.

"Did you hear that?"

Lu Mingfei asked softly.

The three of Chu Zihang followed his advice and focused.

It's just that the thick fog seems to not only block sight, but also cover sound or everything else.

They found nothing but silence.

"" She was crying.

The ethereal voice of the young man resounded in the absolute silence.

Fingel shook his body, rubbed his arms quickly, and smiled reluctantly.

Haha boss, stop joking, I didn't hear anything about crying.

He asked the other two as if seeking evidence.

"Yes, yes, Mr. President, Your Royal Highness, there is no cry at all, right!"

Chu Zihang nodded, then shook his head again.

"Master President, what kind of charades are you playing, Morse code? I can't understand it."

"I didn't hear that either."

Chu Zihang glanced at Finger.

"But I trust Master Lu."

Zero also nodded seriously.

"Me too."

Finger looked at Chu Zihang, then at Ling.

He opened his mouth, but finally he was frustrated and didn't say anything.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Believe Lu Mingfei, why is Finger's thinking not the same?

This world is like this, not the more people and the louder the volume, the more correct his reasoning will be.

Quite the opposite is often the case.

It is the so-called truth that is in the hands of a few.

Chu Zihang and the three of them clearly understood the gap between themselves and Lu Mingfei.

So at this weird moment, from a rational point of view, they are more willing to suspect that there is something wrong with their senses than to suspect Master Lu.

"That, boss..."

Fingal asked cautiously.

"Who is that crying?"

"do not know."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's just that I'm curious. As the matrix, or hub, that seals off Indonesian Belongen, what price will Shirley have to pay?"

"On behalf of... the price?"

Fingal opened his mouth.

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the hospital.

"I don't believe that there are things for nothing in this world."

"If you get something, you have to pay accordingly."

"If, as you said, there are more than twenty pure-blooded dragons dormant in the Nibelungen below, then what will Shirley need to pay as a matrix to seal them?"

No one can answer this question.

They are just fighters, not alchemists. Ordinary matrix is ​​an extremely difficult subject for them, let alone the matrix used to seal pure blood dragons and even the next generation.

"Inside the world."

Chu Zihang said suddenly.

, After all, no knowledge of alchemy is needed.

The price Shirley paid has already been explained. The reason why she is called a little unlucky is because of the rumor that she can drag people into nightmares, which is a terrifying torment that even death cannot escape.

Perhaps, what is described here is Shirley's own experience.

She's still just a child.

Fingal pursed his lips.

"Boss, I know you may feel a little uncomfortable, but this is how people live in this damn world. Some things have to be done, so what if you don't want to?"

He took out a printed sketch from his arms, which looked like a ward. There was a bed by the window, a pale girl was sitting by the head of the bed, and a burly man was kneeling beside the bed with his head slightly bowed.

The girl put her hands on top of the man's head, squinting and smiling.

This portrait is of the knight who is swearing allegiance to the princess.

But the composition is more religious than the allegiance.

So perhaps a word like confession would be more appropriate.

A man who confesses to a girl.

The man is young Angers.

Girls are naturally unlucky.

Although the little unlucky girl I saw during the day was a lot dirty and didn't smile, but the eyebrows and eyes of the two girls are so similar, especially the unique red pupils, it's no wonder that Fingel can recognize them at a glance.

Speaking of which, this pupil color is the only color in the sketch, it is obviously red, but it is not as dangerous and violent as flames, it only makes people feel warm.

"No one was sacrificed."

Fingal said.

"This is what the tyrant asked me to hand over to you, boss."

Lu Mingfei took the sketch silently, and stretched out his hand to gently caress it.

"Also, he has something he wants me to convey."

"Well, I see."

Fingel froze for a moment.

"Boss, what do you know?"

Lu Mingfei put away the sketch, but changed the subject.

"I remember you just said that the principal has arrived?"

"Yes."

Fingal thought about it.

"He should be outside the town. This is a very important thing. Once the seal fails, the pure-blooded dragons in the Nibelungen will come to the world, and human society will suffer unbearable damage."

"Is there really a way to deal with an army composed of pure-blooded dragons with the power of modern humans?"

Fingal shook his head.

"Boss, I simply can't imagine how much damage these pure-blooded dragons will cause to the world."

"Also, don't forget that Centralia has also been selected as the test site for the Iron Throne. We may not only face an army of dragons, but also a king who commands the army."

"so what."

Lu Mingfei said.

"so?"

Fingel was somewhat taken aback by the S-level rhetorical question.

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"That's why you have to re-strengthen this seal, use Shirley's child as the matrix, and let her continue to sacrifice for the safety of all mankind."

Fingal didn't speak.

In fact, this is an obvious thing, as long as it is a mature person, whether it is a mature politician, a mature businessman or a mature fighter, no matter who it is, it will make a choice.

The lesser of two evils.

And their current situation is not the same as the trolley problem in philosophy.

The trolley problem is that if you press the gate, five people will live, at the cost of one innocent life, and if you turn a blind eye, the innocent can survive safely, but those five people will have to die.

But the situation faced by Lu Mingfei and others was different.

One side is human beings from almost the whole world, and the other side is Shirley. Tens of thousands of people are compared with one person, and this girl named Shirley is doing this voluntarily. The choice she makes has nothing to do with others.

But ah.

Just a voluntary, can you feel at ease?
"Have you ever wondered why the principal didn't just give you the key to strengthen the seal?"

Faced with Lu Mingfei's question, Fingel fell into deep thought.

"I know!"

His eyes lit up.

"The damn tyrant wants to travel for wages?"

The three pairs of eyes stared over quietly.

"Hahaha, I'm joking to adjust the atmosphere, don't care, don't care!"

Of course Lu Mingfei didn't care.

After a few days, doesn't he know the virtues of this roommate at home?Getting angry at Fingel for such a trivial matter would have killed him [-] times.

"The principal, he is probably also hesitating."

Lu Mingfei looked at the man kneeling on one knee in front of the girl's bed in the sketch.

"Even legends have to make choices. In the final analysis, they are still too weak."

"That's why you gave me the button to choose."

Lu Mingfei asked suddenly.

"Do you know why I want to pass on martial arts?"

Fingel froze for a moment.

He didn't know why the S-rank came up with such a sentence out of nowhere.

Without waiting for an answer, Lu Mingfei said it himself.

"It's because I can't hear people crying."

He smiled, and turned to the three thoughtful people.

"I know you're curious as to why I wasted a day investigating, right?"

Finger, Chu Zihang and Ling cast their gazes one after another.

The obvious clue of Little Unlucky was in front of them from the very beginning. At that time, everyone could see the problem with this girl, but Lu Mingfei did not choose to investigate this girl, but continued to act separately according to last night's plan.

It could have been explained by the reason that Lu Mingfei didn't notice Little Unlucky, but judging from the current meaning of S-Class, he noticed the girl from the beginning, but deliberately ignored it, which seemed to have other intentions.

"Because I heard it."

"From the very beginning, when I entered this town, I heard it."

Lu Mingfei looked towards the door.

"You're crying."

At some point, a girl wrapped in a dirty cloak stood at the door.

She looked at the four people in the room with her bright red eyes.

Little bad luck.

"I heard someone crying in the hospital."

"But I can't find out who that person is."

"It was only just now that I suddenly understood."

Lu Mingfei let out a breath.

"You were the one crying in your dream, Shirley."

Little Unlucky seemed indifferent as if he hadn't heard it.

She stretched out her hand towards Lu Mingfei and the others.

The dense fog suddenly surged like boiling rice porridge.

There is a terrifying shadow looming in it.

Can vaguely hear someone's wailing, screaming in pain.

Fingel's complexion changed wildly, and his muscles tensed up. He stood up in an instant, like a vigorous lion, ready to pounce at any time.

Chu Zihang and Ling also put on a fighting posture at the same time. As elite dragon slayers, they sensitively felt the terrifying coercion from the little unlucky body at this moment, which was the suppression from the dragon blood.

Only Lu Mingfei was alone, neither attacking nor defending.

He also held out his hand.

Grabbed the little hapless hand.

"Actually, you are asking for help."

"do not be afraid."

This was the first time that someone did not run away from the little unlucky hand.

The girl stared at Lu Mingfei fixedly.

"I'll find you."

The dense fog engulfed Lu Mingfei's gentle face.

What he said was obviously so light.

But it suppressed the screams and roars of all the monsters.

"Sherry."

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"Sir, the Third Field Regiment has been deployed."

Angers returned a military salute.

"Very well, soldiers, now I order you to stand by and be ready for battle at any time."

"Yes!"

Howling fighter jets drew white trails over Centralia.

The torrent of armored steel crushed the gravel on the ground and rolled towards it.

The secret satellites of the most powerful country in the world adjust their orbits, providing information support for the huge army around this American town.

When the time comes to the 21st century, warfare becomes more informatized and automated. To him, a soldier in an armored vehicle presses the launch switch of the bazooka. The overall linkage from the headquarters to the sky satellite is a miracle that can only be achieved by a complete set of modern scientific systems.

Ange knocked on the headset, causing the channel to fall into a temporary silence.

He stared at the small town in the thick fog in front of him.

All they can do next is to wait, and only to wait, to wait for their hero, a new legend, or an overwhelming dragon to come out in the end.

The former is naturally the best, and the grand banquet is the highest honor, all of which will become the footnotes of the new legend.

Of course, the latter is more likely.

It doesn't matter if it's the latter, Angers has been fighting all his life, and he doesn't mind adding a few more strokes to his meritorious deeds, especially if he still uses the blood of a pure-blooded dragon as the ink.

They have accumulated power for so long, and they have cultivated the behemoth named science with alchemy and speech. Today, they will use this to say hello to the pure-blooded dragons and tell them, ancestors, times have changed! up.

(End of this chapter)