Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to be a superhero

Kassel College, Lu Mingfei dormitory.

Fingel grabbed a bag of popcorn and sat in front of the computer, eating popcorn while reading "2012". From time to time, he would put his head in front of the Coke on the table and take a sip.

Lu Mingfei was sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap, his bright eyes staring at the complex patterns displayed on the laptop screen.

It was a ritual diagram with a strong medieval feel to black magic. It was almost impossible to distinguish the details at a normal scale. After zooming in, you could see that it was two rings set together and an inverse pentagram running through the two rings. In the middle Interspersed with countless twisted snake-like lines and symbols full of symbolic meaning, at the center is an eye with wings spread out on both sides, surrounded by ring-like rings layer by layer, with flames burning on the rings.

In some teachings of Christianity, the reverse pentagram is a symbol of Satan or hell, and the winged eyes are one of the images of the wise angels "cherubim". Putting these two elements together, if you put them In medieval Europe, people would probably be cremated directly by the church.

Of course, considering that this alchemical matrix was created by a group of explosive lunatics in the equipment department, there is still a question mark over who will be cremated.

Although Lu Mingfei estimated that with the power of Finbul Winter, a passage could be frozen even without any increase, but this was a bit too shocking, so in order not to be too exaggerated, he still added He created an alchemy matrix that can strengthen the spirit of speech—that is, the thing in his computer.

Lu Mingfei had already tested it during his preliminary research on alchemy. Although Finbul's Winter does not belong to the Word Spirit system, it can still receive some reinforcements from the alchemy matrix, but the increase received is somewhat smaller than that of the real Word Spirit. weaken.

After the drilling machine was assembled, the step to draw the alchemy matrix came. Before that, the equipment department sent him this picture.

Even an organization like the Solomon Temple, which is obviously inferior to the Secret Party, can create an alchemical matrix that strengthens the spirit of speech within the confines of a small town. Naturally, the Equipment Department does not lack such technology - the computer was developed by the Equipment Department itself. Although the miniature alchemical matrix that strengthens the word spirit is miniature, it still requires a large vehicle to engrave it.

The more powerful the alchemical matrix is, the more space it needs to depict. Back then, the Secret Party transformed the entire city of Rome into an alchemical matrix to resist the King of Earth and Mountain. In addition to being rich and powerful, the more important reason was that it could resist the Dragon King's alchemical matrix. There must be a base the size of a city to build.

After a long time, Lu Mingfei's dazzling golden pupils dimmed slightly, and the release of the "mirror pupil" of Yanling stopped - he had completely understood this alchemical matrix.

As a user of this alchemical matrix, it is naturally the most convenient to use it if it is drawn by him himself.

Rubbing his temples, Lu Mingfei looked at Fingel, who had already watched the end of a movie.

When Lu Mingfei looked at him, Fingel turned around and said, "Junior brother, do you want some popcorn? I still have half of it left, so I'll treat you to it."

Lu Mingfei twitched his lips: "It seems that I bought you popcorn and Coke."

"This is called borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." Fingel said plausibly.

Lu Mingfei covered his face - he always thought he was already thick-skinned enough, but after meeting Fingel, he realized that he actually still had a lot of room for improvement in this area.

"Senior brother, you spend all day in the dormitory watching movies, watching cartoons and playing games, don't you have anything serious to do?" Lu Mingfei casually closed the computer and put it aside, stood up and stretched.

"Business?" Fingel scratched his head, "Junior brother, do you mean to go out and ask for the contact information of beautiful junior girls and invite them to the dance or have dinner together? To be honest, senior brother, although I was very charming when I was young, He is still the Elvis of the dance, but now he is old after all. Although his charm is still the same as before, it is better to leave the younger sister to the younger brother..."

"I mean you haven't considered going to class?!" Lu Mingfei said with a dark face, "I finally understand why you keep repeating the grade. I thought you failed every exam, but in the end you didn't even take classes. Go ahead! I think you don’t want to graduate at all!”

"Junior brother, have you ever thought about it," Fingel said with a sincere face, "Senior brother, I am of A-level blood, and the Yanling is still a bronze throne that can only be used for fighting. If I graduate, I will definitely be assigned to the front line of the execution department. Go slay the dragon.”

"Isn't this great?" Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled, "Many big shots in the secret party came from the front line of the execution department when they were young."

"There are more big shots who died before they could be killed," Fingel said with a sad face, "I don't want to be a big shot, and my speech spirit is still a bronze throne, and the dragon chews it with great force."

"You've been doing this for a long time and you didn't graduate on purpose?" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized.

"You don't have to do it on purpose," Fingel shook his head, "I really can't pass the exam."

Lu Mingfei:...

Just when Lu Mingfei was wondering whether he should report Fingel to the Academic Affairs Office and apply for expulsion from the college to save food, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Taking out his cell phone, Lu Mingfei saw a familiar caller ID - uncle.

"Hello, Principal," Lu Mingfei answered the phone, "What's the matter? Oh... Oh, okay, I understand, I'll be there later. Ah? Uh... Is that so? That's okay, I Will consider it.”

Watching Lu Mingfei hang up the phone, Fingel looked curious: "Junior brother, does the principal want to see you for anything?"

He noticed that Lu Mingfei suddenly looked at him strangely after hanging up the phone.

"There are two things. The first thing is to ask me to find the vice principal. It has nothing to do with you, senior brother, so I won't go into details," Lu Mingfei said. "The second thing... let's put it this way, my former I accepted a mission a few days ago and needed to go to the bottom of the Yangtze River in China. The principal said that because I have the highest bloodline, I will be the team leader for this operation and asked me to select a few students with A-level bloodlines to form an elite team to perform the mission together."

"Then the second thing has nothing to do with me." Fingel scratched his head.

"No, it still matters," Lu Mingfei said, "The principal recommended you to me. He said that your speech spirit is a rare high-level and stable speech spirit, which is very suitable for facing such possible encounters. The mission of a Dragon King-level target, because the Dragon King can use the spiritual realm to disrupt the elements, most hybrids are ineffective in front of the Dragon King, but your bronze throne is a blood source engraving that strengthens the body, and is not affected by the elemental environment... "

"Wait a minute!" Fingel almost spit out the popcorn and coke, his voice was high-pitched, "What did you say? Dragon King-level target?!"

"Keep your voice down, this is a confidential mission." Lu Mingfei reminded.

"Junior brother!" Fingel jumped up from his chair, knelt in front of Lu Mingfei like a tiger leap, hugged his thigh with both hands and began to cry, his tone was as miserable as if the whole family had died, "Junior-brother--you You know that senior brother, I am a pure waste, a loser who cannot be supported. I cannot carry out such an important task. You will definitely not take me there, right?"

When Fingel said the last sentence, he held Lu Mingfei's thigh and raised his head with a tearful expression.

"Don't rub your nose on my pants!" Lu Mingfei looked disgusted and quickly moved away, comforting him, "Don't worry, senior brother."

Fingel breathed a sigh of relief.

"I believe in your strength." Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder.

"No, junior brother, don't believe me. There are so many elites in the school, why do you bother me, a loser?" Fingel decisively diverted the trouble to the east, "Caesar and Chu Zihang are both powerful people in the sky and on the ground. , it’s no better for you to find them than to find me.”

Senior Brother Chu? Lu Mingfei said in his heart that you asked me to bring a man whose speech spirit is Jun Yan to face the King of Bronze and Fire. Who do you hate for not dying? You?

"Senior brother, have you forgotten? When you were free for a day, you locked up Caesar," Lu Mingfei said, "And Caesar's word spirit is only a Sequence 59 Kamaitachi, which is a bit embarrassing for an A-level bloodline. No, how can it compare to your serial 87 bronze throne?"

Fingel:…

Why do these words... sound familiar?

…

Kassel Academy, top floor of the church.

Lu Mingfei walked up the dim stairs step by step. The soles of his boots and the marble steps made a dull sound, which echoed repeatedly in the narrow circular corridor.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Lu Mingfei was in front of an old wooden door, and the sound of a TV program could be faintly heard from behind the door.

Lu Mingfei was a little expectant, and gently knocked on the wooden door.

Here is one of the most mysterious areas of the Kassel Academy - the bell tower at the top of the church.

Every student knows that the moderator of the Night Watch section, "The Night Watchman," is the vice-principal of the school, and the vice-principal lives in the bell tower.

It is said that the vice-principal has lived in the bell tower for many years, always shrouding the school with his spiritual "commandments". Not to mention that no students in the school know the vice-principal now. Even among the students of the last dozen years, no one has seen this figure. , his existence is even more like a legend than the principal.

At the same time, the vice-principal is also the strongest alchemist in the entire secret party. Lu Mingfei tried to learn alchemy from the vice-principal through his relationship with the principal, but unfortunately the vice-principal refused because he was from a single lineage.

The principal called him before. In addition to asking him to prepare teammates, the other thing was to ask him to come to the vice principal to improve the alchemy matrix used on the drilling machine and perfect it - since he wanted to explore the King of Alchemy. In the palace, the vice-principal, who is the strongest alchemist in the secret party, should take action no matter what.

Lu Mingfei is quite looking forward to this. He is the strongest alchemist in the secret party. He doesn’t know what kind of person he will be. Considering that the principal said that the vice principal is older than him, he will probably be the kind of person who wears loose clothes. The robe, the old sage whose beard can be dragged to the ground...

Slightly heavy footsteps came from behind the door.

Lu Mingfei suddenly had an ominous premonition.

After a moment, the door was opened, and what came into Lu Mingfei's eyes was a potato in denim clothing. Although it seemed a bit rude, this was indeed Lu Mingfei's first impression of the vice principal.

Judging from the face of the person behind the door, his age should be between middle-aged and old. He is wearing a plaid shirt, his belly is obviously protruding, and he is holding on to the front button with difficulty. He is wearing a rolled-brimmed hat. The hair that occasionally leaked out was shiny, and he had a pair of cowboy boots with shiny spurs.

Judging by his attire, he could barely be said to be an old cowboy, but a cowboy with such a big belly must have been retired for at least thirty years.

"Are you Lu Mingfei?" The old cowboy greeted Lu Mingfei warmly, "Come on, come on in and have a piece of pizza. I'm worried that I won't be able to finish it."

Lu Mingfei:...

…

In the vice principal's room.

"Ahem, kid, we agreed in advance that I am just helping you improve the alchemy matrix because I want to support the secret party's dragon-slaying operation. It does not mean that I will accept you as a disciple or teach you anything. Do you understand?" The principal warned Lu Mingfei with a serious face.

If you ignore the pizza in his left hand, the large draft beer in his right hand, his protruding belly, the oil stains on his shirt, the Playboy magazines on the wall, and the fast food packaging boxes on the floor, he does have some serious aura.

"Well, don't worry, Vice-Principal, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded, thinking that if those female students who thought the Vice-Principal was a powerful, handsome, mysterious and evil old man saw this scene with their own eyes, they would be heartbroken. .

"Come on, show me the pictures drawn by the little guys in the equipment department." The vice principal casually moved the things on the table to the floor to make room.

Lu Mingfei took out a large piece of rolled-up paper and unfolded it on the table. On it was the alchemy matrix composition given to him by the Equipment Department.

"Hmm... the painting is average, but I can barely read it..." The vice-principal took a look and nodded, "Just wait a moment, I will correct it for you."

"Wait a minute, Vice Principal," Lu Mingfei raised his hand, "Actually, I also thought of some improvement plans when I looked at this picture before, but before I could make any changes, the principal called me, how about... you help me have a look."

The vice-principal was stunned for a moment and showed an interesting expression: "Please draw it for me to see."

Lu Mingfei took out his pencil and started revising it directly on the paper.

The vice-principal looked down at Lu Mingfei scribbling on the alchemy matrix and snorted: "Boy, I know you are an S-level genius, but I was known for your evil talent back then. Since you are an alchemist As a master, you should know the path of the fire sword, right? It only took me less than a year to understand the seven sefirot. You are a bit immature if you want to show off your talent in front of me... huh?"

The vice-principal stared at the modifications Lu Mingfei made on the alchemy matrix. His expression gradually changed, from disdain to seriousness, then from seriousness to surprise, then from surprise to confusion, and finally confusion turned into confusion.

After a long time, Lu Mingfei, who was bending over to make changes on the table, finally put down his straight posture and stood up. The alchemy matrix diagram on the table had been changed beyond recognition by him.

"Vice Principal, what do you think?" Lu Mingfei turned around and asked, "Vice Principal? Vice Principal, why don't you say anything?"

After a long silence, the vice-principal took a deep breath and grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulders. His golden eyes seemed to light up the room: "Boy! How long did it take you to make these changes!"

"Hmm... It's hard to say this. I should be correcting it while learning," Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "About... three hours in total?"

The vice-principal was silent again.

"Vice principal, what's wrong with you?" Lu Mingfei was confused and thought badly. Although the vice principal looked young, he was actually older than the principal. Could it be that he had lived in the bell tower for so many years without saying anything? Alzheimer's disease, right?

"It's okay," the vice-principal let go of Lu Mingfei's shoulders with a complicated look on his face, "You... are very talented and a good candidate for learning alchemy."

Lu Mingfei blinked: "Thank you for the compliment?"

"But being talented in alchemy knowledge does not mean that you are also talented in the spiritual realm." As if to save face, the vice-principal asked rather eagerly, "You should have learned the way of the fire sword by studying with the little girl from Gao Tinggen's family. Bar?"

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"How many Sefirot have you understood?" the vice-principal asked.

"Seven." Lu Mingfei said honestly.

"I'm asking how many Sefirot you understand, not how many Sefirot you are sure you understand," the vice principal corrected, "Tell me how many Sefirot you understand now!"

"That's seven," Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Don't you have to understand the seven sefirot to be an excellent alchemist?"

Vice-Chancellor:……

This time the vice-principal was silent for longer than any time before. When he spoke again, Lu Mingfei was so bored that he wanted to change the TV channel.

"Wait a minute, I'll test you."

The vice-principal rummaged through the cabinets in the room, and after a few minutes he took out a necklace made of gems. There were seven turbid gems on the necklace. Each one was the size of a pigeon egg, but the color was different, corresponding to the seven sources. The color of nature on the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

"Here, put it on," the vice-principal put the necklace into Lu Mingfei's hand, "concentrate and feel the essence."

Lu Mingfei put on the necklace and focused on the essence as the vice principal said.

The vice-principal watched helplessly as the seven gemstones on the necklace became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, they became crystal clear, as if they were about to glow.

"Pa—" A crisp slap sounded.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the vice-principal whose face was tilted to one side: "No, vice-principal, why...are you slapping yourself?"

The left half of the vice-principal's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the palms that had just been in close contact with his face trembled slightly.

"Dream, I must be dreaming..." the vice principal whispered to himself.