Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"The secret party and its current master Pompey Gattuso are obviously very interested in who you are. He doesn't know where you are, but still sent the person who knows you best to this city to investigate your past." Lord Wa ate a crispy grilled tenderloin with great relish, sucked her fingers one by one, then wiped her hands on Lu Mingfei's napkin with a smile, and took out two photos from somewhere.

She pushed the two photos across the table towards Lu Mingfei. Su Xiaoqiang and Hui Liyi both craned their necks to look at them curiously.

The little angel has always been a person who dares to love and hate. After she spoke out, she became more relaxed. Although it seemed that there was still the last layer of cellophane that had not been broken, she also felt that she had another chance.

Lu Mingfei knocked the opened cigarette box on the table with the opening facing downwards. His long eyebrows knitted slightly. Then he lit the cigarette that had been shaken out of the box and put it in his mouth. At a certain moment, he exuded a lonely and distant aura, like a pine tree on a distant mountain.

The photos show two men with completely different temperaments: a blond boy wearing sunglasses and opening his shirt to reveal his marble-hard pectoral muscles while sitting in the driver's seat of a Bugatti Veyron, and a shirtless Chinese boy posing in the Iai pose with a scabbard on a large terrace.

Caesar and Chu Zihang. In the photo, the background of one of them is the huge rooster sculpture in front of Valhalla of Kassel College, while the background of the other one is the city lights spreading to the sky like a tide.

Obviously, these two photos were taken recently. Caesar's facial features appear more angular, and his eye sockets appear deeper due to the reduced fat content. Lu Mingfei is very familiar with the background of Chu Zihang's photo. When they stayed at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, they saw the same scenery every day. The killer brother's body was wrapped with circles of bandages. Chu Zihang, with his distinct muscles, looked like the silhouette of a marble statue under the light and fire.

"I thought you were an alliance of reclusive families who were oblivious to the world outside."

"Originally, that was true, but one day when we ended the thousand-year-long war with the dragon clan and stepped out of Xirang, what we saw was the devastated old state of this country." Wazhu said, "During the Second World War, the shadow of the Eight Clans of Sheqi could be seen in the war between China and Japan, but we were not in our homeland at the time, and there were very few hybrids who could resist them, which led to a series of disasters... We realized that being out of touch with the world or completely hiding our power would bring destruction, so we began to infiltrate our own intelligence organizations in every country."

Lu Mingfei knew that in the mixed-blood world, the Council of Elders that represented the pinnacle of power of the old order actually consisted of far more than just St. George, St. Cadmus, St. Beowulf, St. Siegfried and St. Siegmund, the five ancient dragon slayers who were still active in the power field. What really made up the structure of the Council of Elders were actually eleven powerful dragon slayer families whose power radiated across the entire Eurasian plate. Only five of them had been readmitted by the board of directors.

It is said that there are also people from China in those eleven seats, but no one knows which family can be accepted by the European mixed-race people, nor what role that family plays in the orthodoxy.

Or maybe, they were the ones providing intelligence from Europe to Lord Wa.

"Do you have spies in the academy?"

"Well, but you wouldn't recognize him even if I told you." Lord Wa shrugged.

"The Gattuso family actually allowed Caesar to move around outside?" Lu Mingfei asked.

At the end of the Tokyo incident, Caesar activated his blood rush and transformed into a dragon, breaking into the army of immortals, and used all his strength to delay the retreat time for Lu Mingfei and Eri.

Pompey and his family in the human world could of course allow Caesar's heresy and all the insignificant, small deviations from control without restriction.

But the fact that Herzog was able to successfully evolve into the White King through the Holy Relics of the White King and was ultimately killed by the Gattuso family's space-based weapon, the Sword of Damocles, was obviously a fate destined to happen as written in the script by someone, and the possibility that that person was Pompeii was infinitely raised.

After Herzog was killed by Lu Mingfei and Eri, the possibility of obtaining the White King's Dragon Bone Cross from his body was infinitely close to zero. At this time, Eri, who received fetal blood to evolve, became the only way for Pompeii to obtain the glory of the ancient king.

No matter whether it was Pompey or Odin, there was no doubt that the person standing behind Herzog coveted the dragon bones and authority from other supreme beings. Lu Mingfei and Eri, who had almost lost all their power at that time, had no way to resist the siege of the immortal army sent by the Gattuso family and the major elders.

Caesar's actions at the time undoubtedly touched Pompeii's sore spot.

In this case, the proud guy would most likely be imprisoned endlessly by the Gattuso family.

"The situation is complicated, but our think tank has made some speculations." Wazhu nodded. "There is indeed an irreconcilable conflict between Caesar Gattuso and his father, but for some political reasons Pompey had to show a close relationship with this child... In addition, they should have made some kind of deal."

"What deal?" Lu Mingfei suddenly became alert. Being with the devil all the time made him extremely wary of the word deal.

"Kristina Kabaeva, you should be familiar with this name, right?"

"A beautiful Russian girl from the same class as me, who later became Caesar's girlfriend after Isabella." Lu Mingfei was indeed deeply impressed by this girl. They first met on the day of the 3E exam. She was wearing a white dress that day, and the hem of her skirt rose and fell like a white poppy growing on a cliff.

"She has ALS, which is inherited from her family. There is no way to treat it with the current medical level, not even for mixed-bloods." Wazhu frowned slightly. "Not long ago, with the strong support of the Gattuso family, she successfully obtained a place in the second batch of members of the Nibelungen Project at Kassel Academy. During the transformation process, she perfectly absorbed the alchemical potion and became the second S-level in the academy in recent years after you."

"S-level isn't a big deal, right? After Caesar and Chu Zihang were transformed by the Nibelungen Project, their bloodline level should have reached S."

"But their authority in the archives has not been upgraded, while Kristina Kabaeva's authority has reached the level of a board member overnight." Lord Wa smiled, and Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a little chilly.

In Kassel College, a person's authority in the system means the power he holds. What circumstances would make Pompey willing to share the power he has already obtained?
"In short, the Nibelungen Project completely cured Christina's ALS as expected, and at the same time gave her far greater strength than before. Almost at the same time, the Gattuso family gave up imprisoning Caesar and allowed him to return to Kassel College to continue his unfinished studies." Wazhu leaned forward, her small face full of seriousness and solemnity. She stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes, "You should position yourself well. In the hearts of your friends, who is more important, you or their girls?"

Lu Mingfei fell silent. "Caesar Gattuso, Chu Zihang, this time they are facing you as hounds, not as your friends." Wazhu said coldly.

"Of course, if you can help us solve the big trouble of Odin and his Nibelungen, Xirang doesn't mind providing you with shelter."

"To what extent can this protection be achieved?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"As long as you don't step out of Xiran, no one can cause trouble for you." The little girl vowed, and was obviously very confident in the power of orthodoxy. After saying this, she showed her two small fangs and made a grinning expression, "Of course, if you don't mind, we can also cut the throats of the two hounds and throw them on the street to let them really die like dogs."

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly, and Su Xiaoqiang beside him was trembling quietly.

The name Chu Zihang was not unfamiliar to her. Not only was it familiar, she could even say it was quite familiar. During the first two years of high school at Shilan Middle School, the three of them were almost inseparable.

The shadow of a certain guy has already been implanted in the hearts of many little girls in Shilan Middle School. Although Senior Brother Lu is also a strong man like a meteor across the sky, Chu Zihang is the man who truly opened the idol era.

At this moment, someone said in front of her that he would cut Chu Zihang's neck and throw him on the roadside like a dead dog, which brought great shock and panic to Su Xiaoqiang.

"There is no real conflict between us. In fact, in a sense, they are all my allies." Lu Mingfei rejected Lord Wa's proposal.

He was not yet so crazy as to attack Caesar and Chu Zihang.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why Pompey would let the two of them investigate his past.

There are probably not many people in Kassel Academy who don't know that these three are so close that they can be called half brothers.

Even if Christina is used to tie up Caesar, is Pompey really sure that these two guys won't sit in the same hot pot restaurant with Lu Mingfei and drink beer happily as soon as they get off the plane?

"If they want to investigate something, let them do it. All that's left in this city is a fake soul," said Lu Mingfei.

He was not lying. After returning to this period of time from another world, although he spent his youth in Hefei, that body was filled with a soul thirsting for revenge.

"If you don't care, then it doesn't matter." said Lord Wa.

Then the little girl lowered her head and began to drink her Tom Yum Goong soup, and Lu Mingfei also lowered his head to drink the soup.

The table fell into an eerie silence for a while, but everyone was worried. Of course, it might not be everyone, but Eri was eating happily, without any psychological burden at all.

In fact, Lu Mingfei was thinking about something else. He was thinking about the scale that Father Su showed him from Su Xiaoqiang's room. That thing obviously belonged to a pure-blooded dragon, and its level was definitely not low in the dragon clan system. The scales that even his claws could not pierce were only possessed by powerful dragons of the second generation or above.

How could a second-generation species be connected to Su Xiaoqiang? If a powerful dragon king of that level appeared on the territory of this country, it would soon attract the attention of the orthodox, right?
But Lu Mingfei did not intend to get the answer directly from Su Xiaoqiang. It was obvious that this girl knew nothing about the dragon clan before.

While eating, Lord Wa suddenly began to popularize knowledge about the mixed-blood society with Su Xiaoqiang. She said that since the end of the 19th century, a trend of grading bloodlines has emerged in the West. Those who look most like dragons and are the most powerful are called S-level by those foreign devils, and the following are ABCDEFG respectively. However, I heard that F and G are levels they have only come up with in the past two years.

Su Xiaoqiang bit a crab leg in her mouth and sucked it slowly. She had a thoughtful and curious expression on her face. After a while, she said, "So you still have a class system." Wazhu had no objection to this. She said that class actually exists everywhere. For example, you, your family is very rich and you can call the shots in this city. Even the city hall has to give your father some face. You are a person of power who is one level higher than others. It's just that the half-bloods brought these things that should have been hidden in the dark out in the open.

Su Xiaoqiang asked again, "What can people of higher class do in your place? Can they get more wealth? Or can they get everything they want?" Wa said that class means bloodline and bloodline means power. If you are A-class, then you are naturally nobler than B-class. In ancient times, Western knights divided the spoils after slaying dragons, and those with stronger bloodlines could get more gold.

Lu Mingfei had a deep understanding of this. At least in Kassel College, he had S-level authority, which was equivalent to the power of the dean, but he rarely exercised this power. Before he broke up with the college, he could get almost all the resources from that organization. In comparison, even Caesar could not be recognized by the principal and the board of directors as the future true leader of the dragon slayers.

However, corresponding to the power brought by class is the powerful force possessed by high bloodline, which also means more responsibilities and obligations in the world of mixed-bloods.

Su Xiaoqiang struggled to open an oyster and tilted her head to look at Lu Mingfei. In fact, the girl was still a little shy at this time. What she just said was really embarrassing even for her, but Su Xiaoqiang still asked: "So, what class are you in your Kassel Academy?"

"He, he is a well-deserved S-level." Wazhu rolled up her sleeves to reveal her slender wrists as white as lotus roots, and reached out to rub Lu Mingfei's head. "You may not know that in the past 40 years, there have been only two students in the entire Kassel Academy who were directly rated as S-level after passing the 3E exam, and the last one committed suicide."

Su Xiaoqiang showed an expression of "as expected". In her opinion, Lu Mingfei was probably the best person she could imagine in the world. If this kind of person was not S-level, then the real S-level person must be a monster? (End of this chapter)