Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 234 Lu Mingfei, the Suspected Superhero

From the sounding of the highest alert alarm to the rousing triumphant song, and then to the students, school staff, and nurses flocking in from all directions, the corpse beside the fountain pool 'came back to life'.

Everything happened in just a few minutes.

Kassel College was originally a military fortress, and military fortresses are supposed to be efficient.

The academic atmosphere is relaxed on weekdays, and the school advocates joyful learning because those who can enter this academy are the elite of the elite. Even without anyone urging them on, they will spontaneously engage in intense competition and rivalry.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter if you're an elite, a genius, a madman, or an extremely rare loser.

They all gathered among the ruins and scorched earth, humbly listening to another creature, who most likely should be called a monster, rambling on about all sorts of random things.

"I have always emphasized that the safety of student infrastructure should always be the top priority..."

"Students first, life first" is not just a slogan or motto; it is a management philosophy and a code of conduct. I am very disappointed that they can't even do such a basic thing well...

"I even have to wonder what role certain, a very small number of comrades, played during the entire period of Kassel's rapid development..."

A small, old man with a shiny bald head, wearing thin, round, gold-rimmed glasses, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and listened with a look of utter disbelief in the corner of the crowd and ruins.

Gerd Rudolf Manstein.

The head of the disciplinary committee at Kassel College.

Unlike the disciplinary committees in most Japanese schools, which are composed of beautiful young girls, this middle-aged man is a serious enforcer of school discipline and has always been the number one fighter against the boring game of "free day".

He had been busy with prevention and preparation work all day and hadn't had time to check his phone. He just came out of the air-raid shelter with a sigh and headed towards the dormitory building in Zone 1. As he passed through the woods full of bullet holes, his sigh became even more touching. It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person. All of this costs money!

As memory continues to unfold, after passing through the birch forest on the stone path, there is an expensive Bermuda lawn; then there is a stone-carved fountain pool, modeled after the image of Vijohuni, the rooster that dwells at the top of the World Tree in Norse mythology, the same as the giant rooster statue in Valhalla, and the natural enemy of Nidhogg, the poisonous dragon that gnaws at the roots of the World Tree.

Then there's the meticulously planned parking lot, and the grand and imposing dormitory building in Zone 1.

And then... Manstein was dumbfounded.

Where are the Bermuda Triangle lawns, the fountains and pools, and the dormitories that rival the Beverly Hills celebrity district in Hollywood? Here, there are only ruins, with the steel and concrete forming jagged shapes, and faint white smoke and the smell of burning rising from the ground, as if someone had detonated an orbital missile at low altitude.

Compared to what's happening now, those tree-men are nothing!
"The repair costs will be exorbitant... no, won't it have to be rebuilt?"

The old man's mind flashed through the bill, and he felt completely numb, without even the strength to get angry. His lips and fingers trembled.

What's even more terrifying is what lies amidst the ruins.
Within a radius of several meters around a deep pit lay dozens of students, their fates unknown. Unlike corpses that could be revived with a single injection of an antidote, these guys seemed to be truly dead...

"Goo-"

Manstein nearly fainted on the spot.

Then they heard an incongruous figure in the middle of the ruins talking loudly, reciting lines that should have been spoken by him.

The old man's mind was a complete mess, as if it had turned into a lump of mush.

Where is Caesar? Where is Chu Zihang?

Oh, I see... wait! Why are these two listening to a safety briefing too?
So, was it really a dragon invasion? Or did these rascals steal some kind of weapon of mass destruction from the ice cellar? And who is this person? When did such a knowledgeable individual appear among the students?

Hey! That makes a lot of sense, I need to learn from it...

At that moment, the sound of propellers came down from the sky.

Manstein instinctively looked up and saw a black helicopter flying in from a distance, hovering over the ruins, and lowering a rope ladder.

The tall, black figure slid down the rope ladder, which was still ten meters above the ground. The figure fell straight down without even needing to roll to dissipate the force. With its knees slightly bent, it absorbed the impact of the fall from the sky and landed in the middle of the uneven ruins.

But just then, someone was trying to get up from the ruins where they landed, and the angle suddenly tilted, almost causing them to twist their ankle.

There was a moment of silence in front of the messy dormitory building ruins.
Only then did those present realize that the dark figure descending without a parachute was none other than their principal, Principal Angers!

Angers dusted off the black tuxedo trousers and kindly pulled the struggling student out... Fingel, the guy who was still sticking to his post and trying his best to keep the pace until the building collapsed, was still typing away on the keyboard in the space created by a piece of concrete until his body was completely buried by the building.

"Hi! Mingfei."

Angers seemed oblivious to the chaos around him and enthusiastically approached Lu Mingfei to greet him.

"Long time no see, Principal Angers. You've come back from your business trip to the office?"

Lu Mingfei waved his hand, indicating that he would stop here for now.
Sitting on my suitcase, I slowly glided across the rugged ruins.

Angers chuckled and shook his head: "No, I just came back from a coming-of-age ceremony for my old friend's great-granddaughter. Actually, I was supposed to pick you up, but now it seems I'm not too late?"

As he spoke, Angers looked around at the messy ruins and the dusty students with a kind smile, nodding and gesturing as if he were an elder seeing his own naughty grandson. No matter how much the child misbehaved, he would not get angry, but rather it meant that the child was healthy and lively.

Of course, on the other hand, there may be differences between the two sides. Norma had already given Angers a detailed report on the course of this day of freedom on the helicopter, and the cancellation of the 'Level 1 Alert' was also Angers' doing.

"Not bad, not bad, it's late but it's here." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"Are you injured?" Angers asked again.

“Almost.” Lu Mingfei spread his hands sincerely, but the Ralph Lauren bear jacket, which wasn’t even 'slightly dirty,' made the explanation seem very unconvincing.

Angers nodded slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the intact 'corpses' amidst the ruins.

With his level of expertise, he could naturally tell that these young lads had suffered from mild concussions, excessive intake of Frija products, and pulmonary hemorrhage, ruptured eardrums, internal bleeding caused by static overpressure, as well as intracranial pressure increases, fractures, and burn infections caused by airflow impact... Lu Mingfei was still very friendly.

The way it reminds young people not to abuse alchemical weapons is quite mild.

It's not quite dead yet.

“Mingfei, how about we chat in my office? The weather’s nice, how about afternoon tea?” Angers warmly invited.

"Wait, Principal Angers!"

At this moment, Professor Manstein hurriedly spoke up.

"What's wrong, Manstein?" Angers asked, looking surprised.

“Principal Angers, during this year’s ‘Freedom Day,’ the students are suspected of violating special school rules. Members of the Lionheart Society and the Student Council used Friga bullets and various alchemical bombs, turning the entire campus into a battlefield. Many people were injured, and many buildings were damaged. The situation is extremely serious!”

“Uh… I’m here, I can see you, Manstein,” Angers said. “Just state your thoughts?”

Manstein hesitated before saying, "The main issue is the huge losses. The initial estimate for repair costs is about $870,000... This doesn't even include the dormitory building in Zone 1, which was the most severely damaged."

The principal turned to Caesar: "Oh, Caesar, as the richest student in the college, you shouldn't mind donating a dormitory building, right?"

Caesar:"……"

Angers laughed heartily: "Haha, I was just joking. If we have to find fault with this building, we should be looking for the equipment department. They actually used a day of freedom to test their new equipment. But let's talk about the specifics after we figure it out. In the meantime, please move to Zones 2 and 3. Norma will send the new dormitory assignments to everyone via email later."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, even if there are trolls stirring up trouble on the forum, the students aren't stupid. How could the core reason for the building's collapse be the outburst of incantations? The Night Watch's 'commandments' constantly shroud this campus.

It's highly likely a problem with the weapons provided by the equipment department, such as the miniature nuclear bomb in the briefcase.

As for why the building collapsed while the school board member was unharmed... I dare not ask.

We can only wait until the wounded regain consciousness before inquiring about the specific situation.

“It’s alright, Principal Angers, Professor Manstein, the repair costs are my responsibility according to the agreement. Let’s round it up to $88. It will be transferred to the school’s maintenance department account shortly. As for the dormitory building, I will take care of the funding once the new construction plan and budget are finalized,” Caesar said, taking a deep breath.

"Not bad, Caesar, right? I have high hopes for you."

At this moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly spoke.

The surroundings fell silent once more, and they noticed the smiling gaze directed at them by the young school board member.
Caesar suppressed his unease: "Mr. Lu... what can I do for you?"

"There's nothing to teach you. You can have fun first. After enjoying this holiday, you still need to focus on your studies."

Lu Mingfei said casually,

"Later, I'd like to invite you for a cup of tea."

As he spoke, he gestured to his ear as if holding a receiver, indicating that he would contact him later.

……

In the distance, a young, mysterious figure carrying a suitcase got into a black Maserati sedan with license plate 'CAS001', with Principal Angers acting as the driver. The answer to the so-called 'YES or NO' on the forum had already emerged in everyone's minds, and the outcome of this Freedom Day club competition had also been decided.

After all, the student council elites wouldn't have the nerve to claim "the brave prevail when paths cross," or "we won because we were better at giving gifts."
The Lionheart claimed they were unwilling to accept such a victory.

They indicated that the final decision would be made in the second half, which would be the 1v1 battle between the two club presidents.

This news has once again sparked widespread discussion both inside and outside the forum.

The other person's attitude... it seems like they really aren't here to study.

But now is not the time to focus on that.

At the disaster relief site of the battlefield ruins, things were still in a chaotic mess. People were rushing to repair what needed to be repaired and to rescue those who needed to be rescued, while Professor Manstein kept yelling and cursing.

"Do you want to fight now?"

Chu Zihang asked hesitantly, holding his own suitcase, which Lu Mingfei had just dragged out of the ruins and given to him, with his clothes inside.

Beside him, Caesar, who had been disheveled by the wind, finally calmed down a bit and asked in a deep voice, "Can he break through the Night's Watch's restrictions to release words of power?"

'He' undoubtedly refers to Lu Mingfei.

Caesar was more concerned about the fact that the other party had released the power of words than about the other party's identity. As the host of this day of freedom, Caesar was very clear about the firepower configuration of both sides. He had previously contacted Deputy Director Karl of the Equipment Department to purchase a batch of high-level weapons to add some fun to the live-action CS.

But it definitely didn't go so far as to completely destroy the school buildings... After all, even a lunatic needs to sleep, and you can't just blow up your own dorm just for fun.

"Didn't he want to invite you for tea? You can ask him yourself later."

Chu Zihang did not answer Caesar's question.

Everyone present could still sense the presence of the 'Discipline'. A huge alchemical matrix was buried beneath the academy, constantly operating. Its function was to amplify and solidify the Word of Power of Instructor Flamel, keeping the campus in a state of 'silence'.

However, 'discipline' is not a panacea and cannot work against a higher-ranking bloodline than the one who releases it.

Both of them were well aware of this, and it was exactly what Caesar was worried about. Although they were lacking in the power of words, being outdone in terms of bloodline would give a very bad impression... especially since the other party seemed to be putting on an act.

At that moment, a rough groan suddenly rang out from the center of the ruins.

The Minister of Mountaineering has awakened from his coma.

Caesar paused, then strode over, leaving Chu Zihang behind, and firmly grasped the mountaineering minister's hand:
"How is it, Berger?"

At this point, Caesar naturally had no intention of fighting Chu Zihang again, and his subordinates could answer the questions that Chu Zihang was unwilling to answer.

"Boss..." The burly man's voice was weak, as if he were giving his last words.

"Tell me, Berger, what just happened?"

Caesar said in a low voice, his grip tightening. He felt a pang of guilt, for it was his poor decision that had led to the student council’s elite members being injured so badly. It was an unprecedented defeat.

"How did Lu Mingfei defeat you?"

"That guy has Spider-Man blood."

Caesar: “?”

“Seriously, I’m not kidding, boss,” Berger said with difficulty. “He has a danger perception ability like spider-sense…”

At that moment, the kendo club president, sailing club president, and others next to him also woke up with groans.

“Bergel wasn’t wrong, he also has Hulk blood. I saw him turn into a huge thing and knock me down with one punch.” The kendo club president’s dusty, dark face was filled with fear.

"Then he punched through the load-bearing column, which was reinforced concrete that could withstand an earthquake of magnitude 8!"

The Minister of Sailing added, "Yes, and there's Iron Man, who pulls out a stick-like thing from his waist that can shoot lasers! It's Uni-Beam! That's how the dorm building collapsed."

Caesar stared in disbelief: "The staff at his waist? Shouldn't it be a shield? Wait... this is getting more and more absurd. Does it mean Lu Mingfei didn't release his Word of Power?"

"What kind of word magic?"

The ministers all looked bewildered.

……

Kassel Academy, Rector's Office.

This is a two-story building with an impressive exterior but a hidden interior. Inside, there is a large bookshelf. The two floors are connected, and there is a huge skylight in the central courtyard. It is inlaid with frosted glass and covered with fallen leaves that have not been swept for a long time, creating dense white spots of light.

After entering the house, Angers changed into a brown vest over a neat white shirt, revealing his strong, tattooed wrists.

The old man stood ramrod straight, like the owner of a private teahouse.

With his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand holding a teapot, he poured a half-full cup of black tea for the empty seat opposite him, the air filled with the aroma of muscat grapes.

After a while,
The tea in the bone china cup was steaming, and the rim of the cup was shimmering with a golden halo. On the three-tiered dessert stand next to it were muffins, savory sandwiches, and scones sprinkled with rose syrup.

The standard English afternoon tea style originated from the 19th-century Victorian dietary tradition and was first created by Anna, Duchess of Bedford.

Lu Mingfei lay half-reclined in the chair, gazing at the red squirrel on the bookshelves that reached the ceiling.

Upon arriving at Kassel College, we were finally treated to a decent welcome. The afternoon sun was lovely, warming us and making us feel quite relaxed.

Angers poured himself half a cup of tea and sat down opposite him. His first words were unexpected by Lu Mingfei.

What do you think of Charlotte?

Lu Mingfei lowered his head slightly and glanced at Angers. "What do you mean, 'how about it'?"

“Oh, I think Charlotte is a very lovely child, so beautiful, and with a good personality... I mean, you young people should get to know her better.” Angers took a sip of tea.

"I've seen a lot of beautiful girls," Lu Mingfei said noncommittally.

That's the truth. In terms of looks, Old Chu's pure dragon girlfriend used to be in a league of her own. After becoming a mixed-race, Little Fairy seems to have become even more beautiful after being nourished by life. In addition, considering the factors below her neck, she can completely surpass the latter and win with an overwhelming manner.

As for temperament and personality, the other three family members are all outstanding in their own way, like plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, and naturally they are not inferior to any of them.

“Well, actually Charlotte mentioned you to me a couple of days ago,” Angers said regretfully.

"Oh."

Lu Mingfei shrugged. He understood what Angers meant, but instead of responding to Angers, he said, "I didn't expect afternoon tea to be a blind date. I heard that students at Kassel College consider it an honor to have afternoon tea with you."

"So it was because you were feeling rather depressed?"

“Not at all.” Angers smiled. “I never intended to leave a too rigid and serious image in the minds of my students. I just wanted to improve your impression of me a bit, and for that, it’s necessary for this old man to use some of his humor.”

“Then I must remind you that young people generally prefer meme culture to forced blind dates.” Lu Mingfei shook his head. “A smile may not necessarily be because it’s funny, but it may be because of social pressure. Future prospects are future prospects, and personal preferences are personal preferences. Students are not stupid; they can tell the difference.”

"Oh? It seems you know a little about education?"

Angers put down his teacup and said with interest, "I just heard you talking to them about security. I remember you were only 18 years old. I didn't expect you to know so much about security."

Lu Mingfei gave Angers a strange look: "I was just bragging."

Angers was taken aback, then burst into laughter, completely lacking any gentlemanly manners, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"Hahaha."

He laughed for a long time before finally stopping, and then asked,

"You're very interested in Caesar?"

"A little bit."

Lu Mingfei gently closed his eyes and slowly stretched. It was hard to tell whether Angers was changing the subject to be 'humorous' or asking probing questions with a mix of light and dark.

When he opened his eyes again, his left eye was shining with a brilliant golden light.

“However, Principal Angers, I’m actually quite interested in you as well.”

(End of this chapter)