Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

【Dear Ricardo：

This is a mission email. Please go downstairs immediately after receiving this email. There is a black Maserati car waiting for you in front of the hotel. It has an Illinois license plate and the license plate number is 'CAS001'. The person in the car will tell you the mission details. 】

The handwriting is chic and freehand, as if it carries the unruly feeling of a wild wave, and the letter paper is filled with a faint fragrance floating in the air. Floris's men's perfume, this perfume produced in the UK, although not as fragrant as French perfumes, nor as energetic as American perfumes, However, its style is rigorous and restrained. The person who can spray this perfume is probably an old gentleman with British feelings flowing through his veins.

Lu Mingfei recognized this smell, because there was only one old man in the entire Kassel College who had a soft spot for this perfume.

Xia Mi came up with a piece of steaming steak in her mouth, like a greedy puppy. The smell of meat completely covered up the faint smell of perfume. She said vaguely: "A note from the academy. Do you still need to carry out missions after being trapped in Chicago? Senior Brother Lu, you are so busy!"

"What a pity! The mission has come. There is nothing we can do, senior brother. I can only leave you to take care of junior sister Xia Mi's entrance tutoring. You will take good care of junior sister, right?" Lu Mingfei said to Chu Zihang, "Take care of" These two words are particularly strong.

He said "regret", but in fact he was nothing. Lu Mingfei winked at Chu Zihang crazily, his eyes squeezed into hearts. He loved this letter so much that he could save him at the critical moment. Chu Zihang and Xia Mi were alone in the same room.

Chu Zihang twitched his lips and looked at Lu Mingfei winking, not knowing what to say.

He actually wanted to ask if he could take him with him if he needed help for the mission, but then he thought about leaving Xia Mi here alone... Wouldn't a girl be afraid of staying in a hotel alone at night?

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Lu. Senior Brother Chu seems to be the kind of overly decent person. He will definitely not bully me. You can go with peace of mind!" Xia Mi was as big-hearted as a silly girl. She was sucking on the spaghetti. While waving to Lu Mingfei.

It's better to bully you. My senior brother is too upright, but Lu Mingfei still hopes that it is possible for the two of them to make firewood tonight and produce a little female dragon, although the possibility is infinitely close to zero.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

Lu Mingfei still opened the door, but was stopped by Xia Mi.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Xia Mi doubtfully.

This girl wouldn't want to join in the excitement of the mission and let him take her away with her, right?

"Can I eat your steak and pasta?" Xia Mi pointed at the food in the dining car eagerly, with a tone that was somewhere between being cute and coquettish, "It won't taste good if it's cold."

"Go ahead and eat it. If it's not enough, ask your senior brother for extra food. It's enough. His wallet is very full!" Lu Mingfei waved his hand, as if he was the rich one and not Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei left a narrow crack in the door open and peeked inside.

He saw Xia Mi feasting in front of the silver dining car. The senior brother was sitting by the wall, holding ancient books and notebooks and looking at the girl with a helpless expression. The sunlight outside the window fell on the hair and clothes of the boy and girl, like brilliant glass, and They are angels bathed in the sun, as beautiful as the morning light.

Lu Mingfei smiled and gently closed the last crack in the door, as if he wanted to lock the angelic scene in his heart forever.

…

The black coupe was parked on the roadside in front of the hotel. In the front grille, there was a silver trident logo that dominated the situation. It was a Maserati, a luxury car sold in the same store as Ferrari.

The slender hood has a sharp arc, like a shark jumping out of the water, and the anti-peeping glass blocks the view inside. This is definitely a cool toy and one of the cars that men dream of.

As Lu Mingfei approached, the car door automatically opened.

Wearing a black custom-made suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, a crisp black custom-made suit, oiled hair that can be used as a mirror, and a bright red rose on his chest, the old man looks like a coquettish and suave person. The poet is also like a politician full of youth... In fact, Lu Mingfei feels most like an old prostitute.

"Principal." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly towards the old man in a suit and leather suit, and sat down on the leather passenger seat of the Maserati.

"Hello, Mingfei." The old man smiled and raised his glass, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

Angers was in the driver's seat. This old guy obviously enjoyed life very much. There was a melodious aria playing in the stereo, and the slot where a Coke should have been inserted was actually a bottle of chilling red wine. The skylight above his head was open. The curls of cigar smoke soared out.

"Why aren't you surprised? I'm almost surprised!" Lu Mingfei's surprise seemed to be a step too late. He pretended to widen his eyes and open his mouth into an "O" shape, looking exaggerated.

"Although you seem to be gifted with dragon-slaying skills, you don't seem to have any talent for acting. Has anyone ever said that your acting skills are poor?" Ange looked at the pretentious Lu Mingfei and asked with a smile.

Lu Mingfei's face froze. Regarding his acting skills... Mai Shutoku laughed at his poor acting skills more than once. His senior brother Fingel also gave his acting skills the adjective "lame". Now even Principal Angers said so. .

Damn it, is my acting really that bad? !

"Well... I just cut off the tracks of the CC1000 train. Thanks to you, I am now trapped in Chicago." Angers took a sip of red wine and exposed Lu Mingfei's "malignancy" in one word, but his tone It's not blaming but full of ridicule.

"As expected of the principal, you already know this." Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"It was caught by the surveillance camera." Ange waved his hand, indicating to Lu Mingfei that this was invalid flattery, "My mailbox is full of emails reporting you. If I hadn't muted my phone, I'm afraid it would still be ringing now. It kept going on and on. Manstein went crazy and said that returning to the college would make you look better. People from the school board also asked me if this could be regarded as your provocation and rebellion against the secret party. They denounced your behavior as very bad. , in the history of Kassel College, there have never been such rampant students who flouted the authority of the party.”

"Is it so... earth-shattering?" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "The opinions of the old guys on the school board are not important. What matters is what you think, principal. Do you think I want to rebel?"

"Hahaha, smart little guy." Angers laughed heartily, then he lowered his voice, his palms became like long knives, and he dropped them hard, "Next time you do it, you can mask your face or avoid the blind spot of the surveillance, and move more quickly. , It’s better to make those old bastards who are at odds with me angry but have nowhere to vent their anger!”

Angers not only did not blame Lu Mingfei, but also looked very considerate, and even did not hesitate to teach by words and deeds. No wonder Kassel College is such a lunatic. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. It seems that this old man is not interested in that. The damn school board also has a lot of grievances, and it probably does a lot of bad things like this.

"Why is the principal looking for me this time?" Lu Mingfei asked. He believed that Ange would never come to him just for a trivial matter like cutting off train tracks.

"Go to an auction. This time we are working together sincerely." Angers handed over a beautifully printed information, "Sotheby's Auction House, one of the best auction houses in the world, is an important circulation of art. land."

Lu Mingfei took the information.

This is an auction list, with labels in five languages: Chinese, English, Russian, Italian and French. The exhibits on it are dazzling and dizzying, including a large jar of Yuan blue and white ghost millet descending the mountain... Mines mined in South Africa have been carefully polished by professional cutters for three years. The "Diamond of the Century" that was being honed... there was even the command knife used by Hitler during World War II... Each of these appalling things had an even more nerve-wracking price marked underneath.

"Principal, what is our goal?" Lu Mingfei asked calmly.

"None of the things on the list are our goals. We don't need those outdated antiques. There are already enough antiques in the college to hold a world-class exhibition tour!" Angers blew out a puff of smoke and put down his cigar. He popped out of the car window and said in a deep voice, "Our goal is always something useful for slaying dragons, a set of alchemy weapons and a set of alchemy armor."

"Alchemy armor?" Lu Mingfei asked doubtfully.

He probably guessed what that set of alchemical weapons was. If his guess was correct, he would probably find Mai Shutoku's unreliable Niu Qiuhou to settle the matter!

But alchemical armor? Even in Lu Mingfei's dream story, there is no memory of such a thing.

"Yes!" Ange nodded heavily and lit the Maserati on fire. "A piece of armor that is suspected to be Dragon King level...alchemy armor!"

hiss!

Lu Mingfei gasped, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of wasted air from the Martha under his feet.

This black shark roared and charged, ignoring the changing traffic lights at the intersection. The road where the traffic converged was like its ocean current. It left one car after another behind and inserted it like a sharp sword. They ran rampant on the road, and all the cars behind were forced to stop. The blocked intersection suddenly rang out with overwhelming classic curses.

There was a faint crimson color in the wrinkles carved by the years on Ange's face. The alcohol and speed made the over-100-year-old man feel a sense of excitement for the first time. He went up and had been in twilight for fifty years, as if he was interspersed like now. Only in the gaps of life can time pass, and the elderly can have a moment of joy and relaxation.

"It's really...a real-life version of "The Fast and the Furious," principal!" The Maserati shuttled through the endless traffic like a bullet, its body swaying left and right, but Lu Mingfei remained steady as a rock.

The speed of the car had already exceeded the city speed limit by an unknown amount, but the old man still seemed dissatisfied. He shifted the gear to the red "Super Sport" mode and let out a cry that would accelerate the secretion of hormones in young girls. .

"An old man who has lived for who knows how many years, half of his body is buried in a coffin, and is on the verge of death, can't we still allow him to drive an express train without a license while drunk?" Ange laughed happily and shouted, "Hold on steady. Come on, boy!"

This old man dressed like an old British gentleman has been driving without a license for more than a hundred years!

Maserati's speed increased by one gear, and the pointer symbolizing the speed of the vehicle had reached the far right end of the instrument panel. The sharp pointer suddenly vibrated as if it was about to pierce the instrument panel. The performance of this coupe modified by the equipment department was far from perfect. Far breaking through his own domain, roaring like an unruly beast.

"Do you know how to smoke cigars?" Angers asked loudly amid the sound of wind.

"I've never smoked. Senior brother often says that attraction is harmful to health." Lu Mingfei also answered loudly.

"Have you ever stayed in a presidential suite or ridden in a Rolls-Royce?" Angers asked again.

"No, but Caesar gave me a Bugatti...although I drive very little, because I am worried about gas costs and can't afford maintenance." Lu Mingfei told the truth, without any embarrassment.

"So only you are qualified for this task, because it is not easy to find such a...down-to-earth student in Cassel College, which is full of elites. Moreover, this student must have the courage to say, 'Who else would you give me?'"

“Such people in China are generally called tycoons or nouveau riche.”

"Yes, we just need people with nouveau riche temperament. Remember, you will be strangers to me when you enter the auction house. Although your acting skills are terrible, this job does not need to test your acting skills. Be real. It would be great if the true character appears."

"However, the premise of being a nouveau riche is that a poor person suddenly gets a lot of money... I only meet the first characteristic now. I am very poor. I am not called a nouveau riche, I should be called a country bumpkin." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and said .

"Don't worry, Norma opened an account for you in a bank in Zurich and deposited 10 million U.S. dollars. The academy will help you make up for the excess amount from the auction. Your task is to spare no effort to get the two lots we need. ." Ange looked at Lu Mingfei's clothes through the rearview mirror, "Well, let's change our clothes too. There is a full set of Armani and Hiba cigars in the trunk, the favorites of the nouveau riche."

Angers slammed on the brakes, and the Maserati suddenly stopped on the side of the road. There was a harsh friction sound, and a black scratch like fire was dragged between the tire and the ground.

"Principal, since this is a task that I am working with you on, if I complete it, there should be some special rewards, right?" Lu Mingfei asked before getting off the car.

"Huh? I'm the principal, and the students all regard it as a great honor to complete a task side by side with me..." The old man's wrinkled eyes looked at Lu Mingfei with a half-smile, "And you have already taken it from me. After receiving the President's Scholarship, which symbolizes the highest honor, and being excellent in every subject, and having friends like President Lionheart and President of the Student Union, are you still missing something? Or, what do you want?"

"The alchemy weapon I was responsible for photographing...can I have the right to use it?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

Angers was stunned for a moment and said nonchalantly: "That's it? I thought it was just like what was said on the Night Watch Forum. You want to sit on the chair in my principal's office."

"Principal, don't listen to those people's nonsense, how dare I!" Lu Mingfei immediately expressed his loyalty.

"Actually, it's okay if you want to sit for a while. The premise is that you can hunt down a real dragon king and show me, our best 'S' class." Ange smiled, "Do you have the right to use alchemical weapons? It’s all a trivial matter. You have helped the college, and I will help you resist the criticism from the school board for cutting off the tracks.”

"What a loyal old man!" Lu Mingfei gave Angers a thumbs up.

"Then we look forward to meeting you on the battlefield of money and wealth, our young Chinese tycoons." Angers waved his hand and closed the car window with a smile.

As the Maserati drove away, Lu Mingfei watched the car disappear completely from sight. Then he angrily took out his cell phone and pulled out a recent contact in the list and dialed it.

"Mai Shutoku, you stinky woman!"