Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The so-called auction in my impression is to put something out and a group of people bid for it, and the one with the highest price wins.

This has nothing to do with him, unless the auction is some kind of power sword and power spear, a powerful weapon that he needs very much now.

So Lu Mingfei’s subconscious reaction was:

"Auction? Do you want me to rob something?"

"No, we will follow the formal auction process."

Angers shook his head.

"Then why do you want me to accompany you?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

He didn't want to waste time on unnecessary things. He might as well paint and pray, or train Chu Zihang and Fingel to become qualified warriors.

"Then it depends on which answer you want to hear."

Ange smiled lightly.

"Be honest, you know I don't want to guess riddles and listen to lies."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then I'll tell you the truth."

Angre stood up, walked to and sat down next to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei could smell the peculiar smell of men's perfume on him.

"I want you to appear as the flag of Kassel College. Or rather - the weapon."

There was a faint smile on Angers lips.

"arms?"

"Yes, weapons."

"The predecessor of Kassel Academy is the Secret Party. The Secret Party's purpose is to exterminate all pure-blooded dragons. It belongs to the unwavering dragon-slaying sect."

"But Kassel Academy is not the only mixed-race settlement in the world, or even a small part of it."

"Other mixed-race forces do not hold the same ideals as the Secret Party. They hide in the dark side of human society and quietly watch the development and changes of the world."

"After suffering severe setbacks in the previous dragon-slaying battles, even the secret party is pessimistic about the vision of 'dragon-slaying'."

"The difference between pure-blood dragons and hybrids cannot be described in words. When you face a real dragon in person, you will be able to understand how unbearable the power and wealth that the Secret Party is proud of in the human world are in front of them. one strike."

Angers said.

"I'll look forward to that moment."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Of course, you are S-class and a born warrior."

"So I want you to appear in the world of hybrids as a 'weapon' and a 'flag', so that the secret party can feel reassured and revitalized;"

"At the same time, it can also deter other hybrid forces and let them know that the secret party has not declined, so that before we go to war with the Dragon Clan, someone will want to use us as a gift to the Dragon Clan."

"When necessary, we can also take the lead. To use the words of the great man in your hometown - 'hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches'."

Angers said.

"It doesn't sound like I have to say no."

Lu Mingfei said.

He doesn't mind being a flag or a weapon, he now needs to summon his strength to destroy the aliens in his hometown.

Just like the father of genes, Saintly Les, led the ninth legion of the Astartes "Holy Blood Angels" to destroy all enemies of mankind.

"But you should also be one of the flags, Principal Angers."

"Students and professors respect you."

He looked at the delicate and handsome old man in front of him.

"I am already old, almost a hundred and thirty years old. I can only survive now because of my evil spirit of revenge."

Angers smiled.

"Actually, in my opinion, Principal Angers, you are relatively young."

Lu Mingfei said sincerely.

"Don't be ridiculous, I still can't compare to you young people."

"Also, after the auction, let's go meet my old friend together and see if we can pry out any more information from him - about the 'Emperor'."

Angers said.

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"Going to an auction with an old slut? That's a nice job!"

"The activities and parties that the principal attends are considered to be of a high class. It is said that every time there is a young Shangkong girl who is more than a hundred years younger than him, he will be fascinated by him!"

Fingel's eyes shone brightly, and his face was full of hope:

"If you can attend the party afterwards, don't forget to pack some lobsters for your loyal warriors, Captain!"

Time soon came to three days later, when Angers was scheduled to attend the auction.

"Of course it is, but I still hope that you can show your true strength in the next battle training."

Lu Mingfei said, opening the aluminum alloy suitcase specially made by the equipment department.

In the past few days of training, he could notice Fingel's amazing physical fitness, but the opponent still refused to take off the disguise.

I am afraid that only when facing the heretics like the "Emperor" would Fingel be willing to truly unleash his anger and edge.

"Want to come together?"

Chu Zihang asked from the side.

He saw that inside the suitcase was a bolt pistol.

"No, Angers only arranged for me to participate, and the possibility of a fight is low. I'm just not used to not having weapons on me."

Lu Mingfei took out the golden-red bolt pistol from the box and couldn't put it down.

The red color comes from the bright Blood of Holy Les and the red heart symbol of the Weeping Man. The golden wings and exquisite patterns spread out on both sides of the blood drop sparkle.

Naturally, this unique artistic style of painting could not have come from the equipment department. It was the result of him spending a whole day carefully carving it the day before yesterday.

Two extra magazines and twenty rounds of metal storm bombs, this kind of firepower is enough for self-defense.

Not to mention that Angers, a secretive veteran, was also accompanying him this time.