Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 68
"If you want to go too, I can arrange for you to go with him."

Ange said lightly.

"I don't care, anyway, I don't care what the school board sees on my reimbursement bill."

The vice principal laughed.

"You'd better stay here with peace of mind. I'll ask someone to bring you some Japanese sake later."

Angers shook his head helplessly, his old bad friend was always so dishonest.

It is estimated that even if the Dragon King is in front of him, he will laugh and take a sip of whiskey and spray it on the Dragon King's face.

"No, that stuff is too weak, I'm not used to drinking it."

The old cowboy muttered, and took another sip of whiskey, "If it were someone else, I would still think about whether your student in Japan would sell your face, don't drive people crazy."

"Hey, but if it's that little monster—I just want to bring a few bottles of wine to watch the show."

"I'm not asking Lu Mingfei to knock on the Japanese branch. The focus is on tracking down 'Emperor' and 'Gloria'."

"During the period when the academy's vitality was seriously injured, a mixed race with a high-risk spiritual department and suspected mastermind behind the scenes went to Japan for nearly a year...It's hard not to think of something."

"If you want to say that the Greenland incident has something to do with the Japanese branch... that's a pretty serious charge, Angers."

The vice-principal's expression that had always been sloppy became serious and dignified at this moment, and this kind of words were equivalent to the fuse of the war.

No one wants a fierce internal struggle among the mixed races to break out when the Dragon Clan is about to fully recover.

"I'm just assuming."

Ange said softly, and drank the whiskey in his hand.

……

"Welcome back, Chapter Master!"

When Lu Mingfei woke up, the first thing he saw was Fingel holding a banner with a mean smile on his face.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when we returned to the Black Moon Pavilion. After the morning prayer, Lu Mingfei took a rest to supplement his sleep until ten o'clock in the morning.

"I didn't attend the banquet, so I didn't pack lobster for you."

Lu Mingfei sat up from the bed.

"The lobster is not important now, Captain!"

"You're now a super celebrity in Cassel!"

Fingal looked excited.

Lu Mingfei was startled, and immediately understood what was going on.

He lifted his spirits a bit, "Is there anyone applying to join the battle group?"

"No."

"No?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't believe his ears.

"Although you look really handsome when you slice through an armored vehicle with a single sword, but now that most of the semester has passed, how can there be that kind of pink and tender freshman who didn't join the club?"

Fingel said, "We have to wait until the next school year before we start taking action on newcomers, Captain."

"Uh... We also accept those who withdraw from the club."

"Our family has a weak foundation, and people from the two major hills of the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club don't think much of it; people from hobby departments such as the skiing department and rowing department heard that there are forced beliefs and high-intensity physical training here, and they also let them go. Lost interest."

"It's no longer forced..."

Lu Mingfei was a little depressed.

He decided to build a powerful battle group composed of elite fighters first, and then slowly instill in them the grand belief of the Emperor, and truly fight for the Emperor.

"By the way, where is Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"He is sorting out the invitation letters sent by other clubs. Now the Student Union, the Lion Heart Club...almost all clubs invite you to become their honorary members."

"Especially the Kendo Club, their head wants to pack up the entire club under our Weeping Angels banner, but the honorary founder of the Kendo Club is the principal's old slut, he can't make the decision."

"So I had no choice but to retreat and invite you to be their honorary deputy minister. If you have time, teach them the way of swords..."

Fingel seems to have opened up the chatterbox, talking endlessly.

"Okay, let's talk about this later."

Lu Mingfei interrupted Finger:
"There is news about the heresy 'Emperor'."

Finger's expression changed suddenly, the smile on his face quickly disappeared and became gloomy, as if there was a terrifying thunder hidden under the billowing dark clouds.

He goes from heartless funny character to ruthless avenger in an instant.

"Gloria, a heretic who claimed to be his brain trust, stayed in Japan for a long time after the Greenland accident."

"The specific information was further searched by the artificial system named Eva in the early morning, and you just went to ask if there are any detailed results."

Lu Mingfei got out of bed and arranged his clothes.

"Ok."

Fingel replied in a deep voice, dropped the banner in his hand, turned around and left.

"..."

Lu Mingfei was suddenly a little unaccustomed to his appearance of bitterness and hatred, and it seemed that he would have to enlighten him in the future. This kind of emotion does not apply to the belief in the emperor.

Not long after, Chu Zihang knocked on Lu Mingfei's door with a neat stack of letter papers.

"I'm glad you're okay. Here are the 31 invitation letters from various clubs, seven challenge letters, and seventeen love letters received so far..."

"Let's put it aside, now is not the time to deal with this."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and closed the computer.

"Are there any special circumstances?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Yes, it's still those damned depraved heresies."

"Until now, we haven't encountered real dragon aliens. Instead, these degenerate heresies emerge in endlessly."

Lu Mingfei said coldly, "Although this kind of alien blood has brought great power to human beings, it is also very likely to fall into heresy—especially those with a high proportion of alien blood in their bodies."

"So...we want to purify them before they fall?"

Chu Zihang thought for a while, then spoke.

"Um... No, there are some people who can be cultivated without harming humans."

Lu Mingfei's tone softened a lot:
"Just like us, the blood of the aliens is only used as a force and a tool, and it will never be able to control and pollute our pure and devout souls."

Chu Zihang nodded: "I understand. Teach them to believe in the emperor, and use their own strength to fight for the emperor and mankind."

"That's right! That's it and now our battle group is only three people now, we need more battle brothers!"

Lu Mingfei looked excited:
"And it must not be controlled by any forces—I don't trust any mixed-race forces, including the secret party behind Kassel College."

"It is not ruled out that they have the possibility that after the end of the Dragon Clan, they will degenerate themselves and want to become new aliens that rule the world."

"That's true. Caesar and I spurned it, saying that the Gattuso family is the underground power in Italy, and they often intervene in his affairs every day through the relationship of the school board. The whole family is arrogant. "

"There's a good chance they'll fall—with the exception of Caesar."

Chu Zihang said.

"Then let them provide more financial help for us to purify the heresy before they fall."

"Also... we may go to Japan next time."

(End of this chapter)