Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Apart from anything else, the dormitory of Kassel College at least has good soundproofing effect. After all, everyone is a mixed race with keen senses. If you lean on the wall and listen with your ears, you can find that there is fencing next door. Wouldn't there be no privacy at all.

And even if students' privacy is not considered, the explosive maniacs in the equipment department must be prevented from selling voice-activated soundproof cotton bombs to students, otherwise the dormitory will change from a bombardment to a bombardment.

"Hey, boss, where are you going?" The four members of the press department, who had just finished eating and were about to go back to the dormitory to catch up on manuscripts, bumped into the rosy-looking Fingel and couldn't help but stop and say hello.

They were very surprised that when they met in the morning, Fingel still looked like he was overworked and had a weak kidney. Why did he become energetic at noon? Could it be that he secretly drank dragon blood?

"Go out for a walk." Fingel showed a kind smile and kept passing by the four King Kongs.

Looking at the retreating figure of the stalwart, the two golden retrievers gathered together and whispered, "Russell, what do you think?"

"Something's wrong, I suspect this is a fake minister!"

Yesterday, I wanted to hang them up and whip them, but now they are smiling, and they are either weird or in awe!

Considering the minister's personality, the possibility of the latter is almost zero.

"Brother Jie, what do you say, why don't you follow him and take a look?" Fat Hu, a strong Russian man with a beard, looked at the handsome boy beside him, as if he was following his lead.

The black-haired young man thought for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, I can't beat him."

Although a few of them like to pretend to be B, claiming that their bloodline rating is infinitely close to A, and the serial numbers of their Word Spirits are not low, Kassel College is covered by the Vice Principal's Word Spirit and Commandments, and they cannot use the Word Spirit at all. Physical strength is no match for the minister.

Even Fat Tiger, who seems to be the best at fighting, is just a younger brother in front of Fingel; while Russell and Duke prefer to rely on their brains to survive and generally do not use their hands; Ajie has a family tradition of martial arts, but magical skills For the time being, he can only be an indestructible punching bag.

"I heard that the minister visited your hometown before. Could it be that he went to the legendary old Chinese doctor to get a panacea?" Golden Retriever Russell made a bold guess and supported his waist in a subtle manner.

"Funny made pee, listen to my brother's advice, it's medicine that's 30% poisonous, let Awei go, drink more wolfberry soaked water." Brother Jie said earnestly, turned around and entered the dormitory building.

"Wait a minute, please explain clearly, what is Ah Wei?!"

…

At the bell tower of the Kassel Academy Church, there is a rather spacious room filled with messy things, mostly magazines that need to be mosaicd and empty wine bottles.

And lying on the sofa in the middle of the room was a paunchy old man. He was wearing a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat with a curled brim. His face was red and he was lying unconscious. At a glance, he knew that he had just fallen asleep. Finished drinking.

"Fingel, you... Hiccup idiot,... how can I be sorry... to you..." The guardian of Kassel College, the contemporary Nicholas Flamel, who is respectfully called the Night Watchman by the students, at this moment He was as drunk as mud, and he didn't know what he had dreamed of scolding Fingel.

"You think...huh?!"

Suddenly, he frowned in his sleep, as if he sensed some danger approaching, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Drunkly, he took out a silver flask from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The night watchman's eyes regained clarity and he looked at his desk, which was purely a decoration.

Behind the table piled with miscellaneous books and drafts, sat a familiar figure wearing the uniform of Kassel College. He had long silver-gray hair and was as handsome as his younger self. He was silently holding an alchemy manual. After flipping through the pages, I noticed that I woke up and raised my head, smiled and said hello:

"Yo, you finally woke up."

The night watchman looked at the face that he pointed at and scolded in his dream, and in an instant all the remaining alcohol was discharged from his body in cold sweat.

He and Fingel are very familiar with each other. When the brat was chasing Eva, he even made a night watch forum to please him. He knew the brat very well.

But the boy had never shown such a warm and genial smile in the long time he had known him, and the look in his eyes was not the way a junior should look at an elder.

This person is definitely not Fingel.

The night watchman's heart tightened, and he subconsciously touched the alchemy item on his waist to call for help.

As an alchemist, the Night Watchman's frontal combat effectiveness was at the bottom of the entire school. If he really had a conflict with the intruder in front of him, the only way he could think about was to die.

Standing among the flowers, he could tell at a glance that there were no traces of makeup on the other person's body. He was probably an unknown disguised speech spirit, and he could use the speech spirit within the scope of the commandments, and quietly passed through the warning measures he had arranged in the bell tower. It is enough to show that the opponent's bloodline is higher than his own, and he is a master of sneak assassination.

Logically speaking, to sneak into Kassel Academy and get to him, apart from killing him and removing the discipline field so that other intruders can use the word spirit, there is only one possibility to coerce him to go to Kassel's warehouse. However, the other party has neither The first thing they did was kill him, but they didn't tie him up to prevent him from calling for help. They also put a face on Finger's face, obviously having other ideas.

But facing "Fingel's" half-smiling look, he grabbed the hand that was holding the alchemy item for a moment, then calmly sat up on the sofa, with a kind smile on his face like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law. : "Fingel, why are you here?"

"Why, aren't I welcome?" Fingel closed the book, crossed his hands in front of him, and showed Commander Ikari's classic movements, with a smile on his face but with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"Of course you're welcome. You haven't been my guest for a long time." The night watchman swallowed, feeling that his back was soaked with sweat. The pressure on him from the man in front of him was greater than when he refined the Philosopher's Stone. Damn big.

If that kid Fingel had been so fierce back then, he would have done ideological work for Eva without saying a word.

Fingel tilted his head: "But didn't I just come here once last month?"

"Ah... there is an old saying in China, one day is like three autumns apart. This month between us can be regarded as seven or eight years apart."

"Haha, we haven't seen each other for so long. As an elder, shouldn't you express your gratitude?" The young man stretched out three fingers and rubbed them together, making a gesture of counting money.

"Those notebooks on the table are my accumulation over the years. You can benefit a lot from picking up any one." The old cowboy said that he is a poor man, and the most valuable thing is the knowledge in his mind: "If you feel it is not enough, you can take them all. "

"Speaking of which, I actually got something from my trip to China this time. You should be very interested in it." Fingel took out an old parchment roll from his arms and stood it gently on the table:

"Here is recorded some of the alchemy experience and formulas of the Lord of Bronze and Fire. In order to prevent the vampires from the Secret Party from knowing about it, I deliberately did not report it and kept it for you. Isn't that interesting?"

Flamel's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he instantly understood who the person in front of him was. Then his tense body relaxed slightly, his back straight and he leaned on the sofa, and his big belly, which he tried hard to shrink, returned to its original shape.

Ange said that the guy next to Lu Mingfei who was suspected of being the Dragon King was trustworthy, and Fingel's investigation report clearly showed that the other person was a powerful alchemist, so the identity of the man in front of him was ready to be revealed.

Although I don’t know for what purpose the old guy who would give up everything to slay the dragon reached a cooperation with this person, but now he has the opportunity to make a further step in the field of alchemy and save his beloved disciple...

He licked his lips, and the thirst for knowledge flashed in his eyes: "So, what price do I need to pay?"

…

"Your skills are not inferior to mine. I have nothing to teach you. We can learn from each other next time if we have a chance."

In the church hall, a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe, whose appearance alone could tell people that "this guy is Japanese" was walking slowly toward the door, followed by a sharp-edged young man.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and stopped outside the church door: "I look forward to meeting you, so I'll take my leave now."

After bidding farewell to Professor Masashi Toyama, the young student Minamoto had slightly improved his stereotype of Kassel Academy. He estimated that the 3E exam should have ended and it was almost time to eat.

Just when he was about to turn to the canteen, a burly man walked out of the corner in front. The man changed his previous weakness, his face was rosy, his steps were steady and powerful, and his pair of iron-gray eyes stared at the wolf as if it were a hunting wolf.

"I heard that someone wants to challenge me?" The two looked at each other, and the corner of Kassel College's mouth raised, revealing a contemptuous smile:

"Are you qualified?"