Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 61 Conversation and Cooperation

The proud lineage of the mixed-races was severely slapped to pieces, and the young people who thought they were lions turned into shivering lambs under the sight of the death angel below.

The opponent is not Little Arthur who wants to pull out the sword in the stone and become king, but Kratos who holds the sword of Olympus to kill God!

The teasing vignette of the young people's interest ended in their most humiliating and embarrassing appearance. Fenrir, the wolf who devoured Odin, shook off his disguise and watched them indifferently as a group of barking huskies.

Several guests, including Clarissa Donna, who were sitting near Lu Mingfei were like drowning people. They felt that the air became as viscous as gelatin, almost suffocating and collapsing.

"5000."

Lu Mingfei turned his head, staring at the stage with fiery pupils, and his indifferent words resounded in this dead opera house.

The auctioneer fought back and forth, holding on to the display table so as not to slump on the ground.

The other party's gaze seemed to turn into a sharp knife on his neck. This was not a bid, but an order!
Now that the rules of the auction have been handed over to Lu Mingfei, no one dares to hold up a sign to bid under such coercion.

In fact, even if Lu Mingfei just walked down and took the things, no one present could stop him.

"5000 million...for the first time."

The auctioneer struggled to lift the small wooden hammer in his hand. At this moment, he only felt that the small wooden hammer seemed to be extremely heavy.

"Second time...deal!"

The small hammer in the auctioneer's hand fell on the display stand, and he didn't even dare to say it for the third time, so he sold it directly.

Lu Mingfei raised his head again, and after glancing at the terrified children in the private room upstairs, the golden light in his eyes gradually faded away.

The weight of the mountain that hung over the hearts of nearly a thousand people in the opera house also lightened, but even so, most of them still lay on the chairs with their heads in their hands, not daring to raise their heads.

"Sorry."

Lu Mingfei softly apologized to Donna beside her, whose face was flushed and she gasped like a drowning person regaining fresh air.

Then, he walked straight out of the guest seat.

……

The auction was undoubtedly temporarily interrupted, and many guests were traumatized.

Sotheby's auction house had to postpone the auction time of several subsequent auction items for half a month.

The only happy estimate is the seller of the "Lifting Weights Like Light" alchemy field construction book. The starting price of 70 US dollars has been raised to 5000 million, which is dozens of times higher.

In the financial room of Sotheby's Auction House, the assistants and financial managers of the auction house dealt with the follow-up transaction procedures of the auction items in fear.

They didn't even dare to look at the young man sitting on the sofa who affected the entire auction.

Even if what flows in those pupils is no longer fiery lava, but calm water.

"Mr. Lu... your payment has been completed, and now these two items belong to you..."

The financial manager came over respectfully and bowed, not daring to look directly at Lu Mingfei.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei nodded, got up and walked to the exhibit table, stretching out his palm to the silver two-handed long sword lying quietly in the mahogany box.

The vine-like hilt was cold and smooth in his hands. He tried to swing it twice with one hand, and the weight of more than 40 kilograms was still light for him—obviously, he had passed the alchemy field where this sword tested his blood.

He could even feel the machine spirit inside the long sword—or rather, the living spirit roaring joyously, as if warmly welcoming his new master.

The staff of the auction house were not surprised that this guest could easily wield this alchemy weapon. The pair of golden pupils that shocked the audience just now proved the purity of this young guest's bloodline.

"The blade of the sword is a bit thin...and it will be more perfect with an extra drop of holy blood mark."

Lu Mingfei looked at the wing-shaped crosspiece of the long sword, and felt that it would be more perfect if a drop of bright red holy blood symbol could be added in the middle of the crosspiece.

"Go back and get the machine...ah no, it's Walter Alheim, let them see if they can get it."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"Is there anything that will allow me to try this sword?"

He looked at the financial manager who was huddled in the corner and asked.

"I...you can try everything in this room...as long as you don't try me..."

The financial manager showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the things in the financial room, and after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. For things like trying swords, he still had to find aliens.

He wrapped the alchemy sword in the red velvet silk in the wooden box, took the alchemy field ancient book in another wooden box, and walked out of the room.

Angers was leaning on the corridor with his hands in his pockets, humming an aria.

"Perfect performance. After tonight, the whole mixed race world will feel your edge."

He smiled and admired.

"I wanted to serve as a banner."

Lu Mingfei said, raising the long sword in his hand, "This should be mine, right?"

"Of course the trustees wouldn't mind spending money on a new weapon for our flag."

"That's good. I remember you saying you were going to see your old friend?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, he is in this auction house. Come with me."

Angers smiled.

The two walked through the VIP passage of the opera house. This long and narrow corridor was covered with imitation famous paintings on both sides, from Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" to Monet's "Vetui Monet Garden". The light cast a crimson veil on them that was somewhere between blood and roses.

Angers stopped when he walked to Leonardo da Vinci's painting "The Battle of Anghiri".

A crimson door hidden in the wall opened, and Lu Mingfei saw a skinny old man wearing round-frame glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat.

The man looked like a retired Texas Ranger with a frayed badge on his hat.

The old man's pale golden eyes were also looking at him, and after a while, he showed a gentle smile:

"It seems that you have found someone who can succeed you, Angers."

"I haven't retired yet, Henkel."

Angers smiled and introduced:
"Fidelis von Henkel, titled Kuaishou Henkel, the world's top sharpshooter and cowboy, my old friend and old rival."

"Lu Mingfei, an S-level freshman of Kassel College, the most talented dragon slayer ever."

"I just learned about his sharpness through the TV screen," Henkel stretched out his skinny palm to Lu Mingfei, "Hello, Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei returned his salute.

"I know what you want to ask. Come in and talk, I have a good island whiskey."

Henkel said.

There are 9 high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sits on each chair.

They were well-dressed, and on their index fingers, they all wore a thick and simple silver ring with different totems on the rings, representing their respective family emblems.

Obviously, their identities are quite extraordinary, but their expressions are full of uneasiness and panic.

Especially after seeing the young man who entered the room with the old cowboy, this emotion climbed to the extreme.

It was as if he had returned to the moment when he was stared at by those terrifying golden vertical pupils in the opera hall just now.

Lu Mingfei also noticed that they were the mixed races who were sitting in the VIP room on the second floor just now.

He just glanced at it without staying too long.

"I'm very sorry for offending the young people of the family just now. Please believe that they have no ill intentions towards you."

The smile on Henkel's face restrained a little, and said in a deep voice.

Lu Mingfei refused to deny it.

"Is this the young representative of your generation?"

Angers glanced around at these well-dressed young people.

"That's right, they are all excellent young people from various families. Some of the old guys from your generation and mine are dead, and some are lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen tube stuck in their throats."

"Dragon blood is not a good thing for us. Diseases will not kill us, but organ failure cannot be changed."

Henkel said, looking at Angers with envy, "But you are still as vigorous as a young man."

"Let's put the small talk aside for now, Henkel. You know I've got a business to ask you for."

Angers sat down at the table, ignoring the young men.

"Of course, I know you are here for the 'Emperor'."

Henkel picked up the whiskey from the ice bucket and poured a glass for Angers and Lu Mingfei each.

"I really don't understand, why do you bother with these ruthless monsters?"

"Of course it's revenge."

Angers toasted, "Anyway, I have enough revenge, and I don't care about adding this one."

"You should have news from them."

Lu Mingfei remained silent, quietly listening to the conversation between the old people.

"It's just news I've heard, and I can't guarantee its authenticity and accuracy."

Henkel also filled his glass with whiskey.

"Make an offer, Henkel."

"This time it's a free service, Angers."

Henkel waved his hand, drank the whiskey in the glass, and took out a file bag from under the table.

"Take it back to the academy and open it up to study slowly. I don't want to discuss its origin with you here, and I don't want to give you a problem-solving analysis."

"Free is often the most expensive, Henkel. Tell me, what do you want?"

Angers took the file bag and pinched the thickness with his fingers.

"Talk to these young people, they are the real protagonists."

Henkel refilled his glass of whiskey.

Angers narrowed his eyes and refocused on the neglected young people across the table.

"Hello, Principal Angers. We would like to cooperate with you."

Some of them regained their emotions and showed a standard visitor-style smile on their faces.

"Cooperation? Do you want to study at Kassel College? Although you are a bit old, our admission requirements can be relaxed."

Angers raised an eyebrow.

"It's not enrollment, it's cooperation, and cooperation with the entire secret party."

The young man shook his head, with a friendly smile on his face, "Times are changing, and the history of the Dragon Clan will always come to an end."

"I quite agree with your idea, but it will be more troublesome to realize it."

Angers smiled.

"So we can cooperate. You are definitely the most powerful and most likely hybrid power to end the history of the Dragon Race, and we are willing to give generously."

When the young man said this, he secretly glanced at Lu Mingfei who was sitting in the corner of the table with his eyes closed and meditating:
"For example, we can join the school board with a huge donation and fully support you, instead of letting Frost's romping fighting sheep block you in every way."

"I quite agree with your metaphor. Then I don't know what kind of benefits I need to pay to you shareholders who support me behind my back?"

Ange said with a smile.

"Sharing power, sharing the world. This is what we hope for in return for our generosity."

"We are far superior to humans. After the end of the history of the dragon race..." The young man took a deep breath, his face became holy and fanatical, "We are the top of the evolution tree, and together we will become... the new dragon race!"

"A new Dragon Clan?"

Ang Nuan nodded, with the same smile on his face, "Our cooperation has failed, lads."

The young people froze for a moment, and as Ange's voice fell, it seemed that something opened its eyes, accompanied by the scream of a sharp blade piercing the air.

The expensive mahogany long table split in two in an instant, and Lu Mingfei, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, appeared in front of them like a ghost.

The man with the $6000 million alchemy sword at his throat hadn't even faded from his frenzy.

After only a few ten minutes, the young mixed-races once again felt the terror of Lu Mingfei.

But this time it was not from the coercion of blood, but from the frontal cold called "death".

　3.5k! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)