Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 154 New Years
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Kassel College ushered in the new year with fireworks and cheers, and the young mixed-race elite enjoyed the arrival of 2008 before final exams.

The high-hanging red lanterns illuminate the snow on the ground, making the Hallworth School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is like a castle in the mountains, look more unique in China.

Because of the promotion of Chinese education, the students are also very interested in the traditional culture of the Chinese New Year, so they decided to celebrate the New Year and the Spring Festival together. After all, the time of the Spring Festival is just in time for the winter vacation.

All clubs in the college posted couplets and peach charms at their headquarters, and even set off firecrackers.

The Holy Blood Hall was no exception. Finger and Old Tang pulled Chu Zihang out to write couplets, who was studying hard. It was quite difficult for a German and a Chinese who was accustomed to writing English to write with a brush.

After returning from Portofino, everything seemed to be calm again, and Lu Mingfei continued his practice and study at Kassel Academy.

Although he didn't take a single class in the actual combat class, he didn't miss a single class in the class against aliens, even though the dragon aliens were not a threat compared to the monsters and monsters he had seen before.

But "maintain humility and reject arrogance" is Lu Mingfei's attitude, and the lion must try his best to fight the rabbit.

The Wailers also often send the soldiers in the regiment to the "Death Watch" battle group for "advanced training". For a special combat group specializing in anti-alien, they urgently need people like the Wailers who have been wandering around the edge of the galaxy all year round. A warrior who fights against various aliens, such as the green-skinned Tyrannosaurus.

Because of the Deathwatch's close ties to the Inquisition, they take the Lamenters even when they are on a Crusade of Atonement.

The Chapter Master also hopes to send more soldiers there. He worries that one day the Chapter will be swallowed by the darkness and enemies of the galaxy. It is also a good thing to save a few bloodlines for the Wailers Chapter.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei inevitably cast a shadow in his heart.

I don't know whether the brothers of the warband are still safe in that dark galaxy; whether they will have time to recuperate after the atonement expedition is over.

……

The bright fireworks were in full bloom under the night, and Lu Mingfei walked out of the closed library with a bunch of books in his arms.

These are all alchemy books prepared for the alchemy sergeant Old Tang. Recently, according to Lu Mingfei's needs, he has given priority to the development of "concept arms" in the seven kingdoms of alchemy, in preparation for the future plan to mass-produce alchemy armor.

The Weeping Angels has also welcomed the first batch of new members, all of whom are "elites" from the Kendo Department who have studied swordsmanship carefully. They are currently being trained by Chu Zihang to test their fighting qualities in preparation for Yuan Zhinv to start her first battle. The trial of the "Nightmare Tapir".

Everything is going in the right direction.

"Do I need to give you a ride? I happen to be going back to the Ambo Pavilion too."

A Bugatti Veyron drove slowly, and the handsome blond boy smiled and sent an invitation to Lu Mingfei.

"No, this distance is not very far, I will walk back directly."

Lu Mingfei politely declined Caesar's kindness.

"I guessed you would say that."

Caesar simply turned off the ignition, got out of the car and followed Lu Mingfei. The Bugatti Veyron was left on the side of the road without even pulling out the car key.

"I only heard about what happened at the school board a few hours ago. You are so mean, S-class."

Caesar said, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, "Such an interesting thing is not told to me, I want to see my uncle so deflated."

"uncle?"

Lu Mingfei was startled for a moment, then remembered who Caesar was talking about: "Frost Gattuso is your uncle."

"In terms of blood relationship. But I never think he and Gattuso's family are so good."

Caesar raised his eyebrows, disapproving, "So even if you cut off his hand in front of me, I would just applaud. By the way, please cut off all five limbs of my bastard dad."

"You hate them?"

"Of course." The fireworks in the night sky lit up Caesar's profile, "From the moment they held a thank you party after my mother's funeral."

"In their view, it was an honor for my mother to have a son of precious blood for the Gattuso family with such a humble surname. They held a grand funeral for my mother in hypocrisy, and the Roman Catholic Church Zong hosted it himself. But then they had a thank-you party, and everyone was talking and laughing with glasses of champagne in their hands, and it seemed like it was something to celebrate."

"Then I rushed in with a bucket of gasoline and lit a fire."

"..."

Lu Mingfei is not good at commenting on this, the concept of "mother" is already very vague in his mind, including the memory of his mother Qiao Weini in this world, he only has a few words.

This is still a mourner whose emotions and rationality have been mostly preserved. After undergoing surgery and spiritual baptism, some Astartes are so cold that even if their biological mother is trampled to death in front of their eyes, they will laugh and lament that mortal feelings are really boring.

"I'm sorry to let you hear a not-so-good story."

Caesar sorted out his emotions, "But no matter what, you made me usher in the new year with a very happy mood. I owe you a favor. Do you have anything you want? As long as it is not a tank or warship, I can get you everything else."

"Not yet."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Okay, if you need any help, you can contact me."

Caesar seemed in a good mood.

But then he seemed to remember something, and his expression became a little helpless:

"Could you tell me how Chu Zihang trains on weekdays? Maybe I've been busy with the student union during this period of time, and I was a little bit hard pressed in the cold weapon actual combat course. To be honest, I feel that if even Chu Zihang If you can’t beat them, let alone challenge you.”

"Faith, Exercise, Fight."

Lu Mingfei replied concisely.

"I'm half-Catholic in terms of faith, because Gattuso's family believes in it; exercise...well, I've been a little neglected to exercise during this time."

Caesar said somewhat unwillingly, "But my recent simulated actual combat classes are full of attendance, and my grades are not bad... But I feel that there is a big gap between me and Chu Zihang."

Most of the actual combat courses at Kassel College are modern military simulation training. The instructors are members of the retired Navy SEALs and Delta Special Forces. The students are divided into two parts for simulated confrontation.

And Caesar is the best in this course. He is an excellent commander. Under his leadership, his team can always complete the task with the least damage and the fastest speed, hitting the highest score in the simulated combat course.

But he just felt that there was a gap between Chu Zihang and Chu Zihang, especially after the other party came back from Japan, the gap became wider and wider.

"Simulated actual combat class?"

Lu Mingfei remembered the actual combat simulation course offered by the academy, he took a look at it and went back.

"The intensity is relatively low. If you want to sharpen yourself, you have to face a real life-and-death battle."

He said.

"...Kassel does not appear to have established the curriculum."

"You may consider joining our Weeping Angels. We have specialized training to hone real fighters."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Then I may have to wait for someone from the student union to overthrow my position..."

Caesar was very helpless.

During the verbal exchange, the two walked all the way to the Holy Blood Hall.

On the way, I also met a lot of students who set off fireworks. They were very interested in the scene where the president of the student union did not attend the New Year's Eve party of the student union, but walked with S-class at night. Some people even secretly took pictures and uploaded them to the night watchman It is inevitable that the forum will cause the girls to twitter again.

"We can communicate more when we have time. I am currently preparing a plan called 'Freedom Day' to see if I can pass the principal's application."

Caesar said with a smile.

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and the two left.

"The captain is back!"

"Captain Lu!"

Finger and Old Tang, who had just finished pasting the couplets at the entrance of the hall, waved to Lu Mingfei enthusiastically.

"Brother, this is for you."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the couplet at the door, and after confirming that there was nothing strange written on it and that the font was neat, he stuffed the pile of alchemy books he was carrying to Old Tang.

"By the Emperor, this is too much!"

Old Tang's face drooped all of a sudden, he had only rested for two days, and he was about to endure the pain of alchemy so soon.

But this kind of pain is more similar to the pain of the teacher when correcting homework. The knowledge in these alchemy books is completely different from the ones in his mind, and he has to write the correct formula while reading it——

As for where did the alchemy knowledge in his mind come from... Old Tang didn't think about it carefully. Appreciate the beautiful demeanor of the white silk girls of the Ballet Girls Troupe.

"First apply the knowledge of conceptual weapons as soon as possible, and then prepare for the practice of alchemy equipment. There is a set of equipment in the equipment department that may require you to optimize it in the future."

Lu Mingfei patted Old Tang on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

"But I haven't awakened my super powers yet! Oh no, it's Yanling."

Old Tang was holding a pile of alchemy books, a little downcast.

"It's not urgent, you can take your time. By the way, the college will be on holiday in a while, do you have a place you want to go?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Old Tang thought about it for a while, then he lowered his head like a deflated ball:

"No, I'm an orphan. I have no parents. The dogs on the side of the road will bark when they see me. I have nothing to do. At least it's more comfortable to stay here...By the way, the cafeteria should take care of the meals, right?"

"Oh, my poor brother, if you don't mind, you can go back to Germany with me, and I will show you the beauty of my hometown."

Fingel gave him a hug with pity in his weird translation accent.

"Really?" Old Tang's eyes lit up.

"But I don't have internet in the countryside. If you want to play StarCraft, you have to ride a horse to a town forty miles away."

"That's it."

(End of this chapter)