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

Chapter 235 I think you look a lot like an egg

Kassel College, Disciplinary Committee Office.

Manstein has just completed the initial command of the aftermath, and the school's public affairs department is currently calculating the specific losses.

Caesar was also there, sitting on the sofa next to him, his face full of worry.

It wasn't because of Lu Mingfei's invitation; on the contrary, he was happy to chat with Lu Mingfei, as making friends with outstanding people is a wonderful thing.

Instead, Caesar was taking off his combat jacket, revealing a taut vest, and helping to move stones from the ruins to dig out unrelated students who were still buried deep inside.

As the head of the club, Caesar always enjoyed this feeling, actively participating in various team collaborations, constantly encouraging others, sweating together, and feeling important in the group.

This is the responsibility of a leader.
Therefore, even his private duel with Chu Zihang could be postponed.

But before Caesar could even get started, Manstein stopped him, saying that it was more important to investigate the cause of the collapse of the entire dormitory building in District 1 than to do physical labor.

Caesar had no choice but to follow.

Like his old friend Guderian, Manstein was also an academic.

To be honest, Manstein and Caesar had completely different ideas; he did not believe at all that this was the result of the power of words.

Leaving aside the issue of breaking the Night's Watch's 'commandments',

What kind of magical power could instantly destroy a reinforced concrete building that could hold hundreds of people from the inside out? And then the person who released it could give a speech to boys and girls as if nothing had happened.

Unless it's the intensity of 'Rhine' combined with the consumption of 'Kamaitachi'... but that's clearly not very reasonable.

I don't recall ever hearing of such a thing as "word power".

Perhaps, as that 'school board member' said, someone is embezzling money right under his nose...

But in short,

Before proceeding, we should inquire with the Equipment Department.

Professor Manstein held the telephone receiver, and a nonchalant voice came from the other end.

"Hey?"

"Disciplinary Committee Director Manstein!"

Manstein took a deep breath and said, "You've been accused of providing students with weapons of mass destruction on Freedom Day! What do you have to say about that?"

After a long silence, a confused syllable came from the phone again.

"what?"

"..." Manstein was enraged by the tone of the voice on the phone. As always, it was the spokesperson for the Equipment Department. The group of weapon fanatics in the Equipment Department rarely showed up, and all communication was entrusted to this damned spokesperson!
"Please watch your attitude. The dormitory building in Zone 1 has been completely destroyed, and a member of the school board has come here specifically to investigate the matter!"

The spokesperson on the other end seemed to become more serious, letting out a short, slightly surprised tone at the end—

"what……?"

Manstein sneered. There were some departments in this academy that couldn't be offended, and the equipment department was one of them. Even though everyone knew that letting them mess around would lead to disaster, nobody wanted the new equipment they received on the next mission to explode for no reason...

But this time it's different. The newly arrived school board member is clearly here to investigate corruption; he's one of our own!

This is a good opportunity to thoroughly investigate this malignant tumor residing within Kassel College.

"say!"

Manstein became increasingly confident.

"Please wait."

The other end of the phone was filled with chaotic sounds: discussions, the squeaking of plastic, the hissing of packaging bags colliding, questions, and... the squealing of monkeys?

A moment later, the spokesperson seemed to sit up straight: "Ah...yes, yes, we did it."

"Very good, you admit it."

Manstein glanced at Caesar, and the blond man shrugged innocently in response.

The old man's voice became indifferent:
"Give me a reason."

Someone grabbed the microphone from the spokesperson: "Because these ignorant students have such poor imaginations, they even want to use Friga tranquilizer darts as ammunition. This kind of boring game can be played with terrorists and American soldiers every day in the Middle East, and you can even play it for real. Why take up a precious holiday that can ignore school rules?"

The sound was played aloud, and Caesar's amused smile suddenly froze.

Manstein smirked. "So what are you planning? Replace the Friga bullets with live ammunition, or bombs? Or are you secretly hiding thermobaric or white phosphorus bombs inside to 'wash the students' faces'?"

"Um... May I ask what your educational background is?"

The voice on the other end sounded conflicted.

"What are you questioning?" Manstein's forehead veins throbbed.

“Okay, here’s the thing. A thermobaric bomb is a high-energy fuel bomb. Its destructive power comes from the scouring effect created by overpressure and temperature field. The key to a white phosphorus bomb is white phosphorus, which is highly irritating and toxic. Neither can be replaced by the product of a Friga anesthetic bomb. Moreover, if these weapons with excessive destructive power were to detonate inside the campus, even we, who are in Watt Alheim, would be affected. We’re not stupid…”

"Oh, right, there's one more thing, although saying it like that might make it sound like the weapons we're making are going out of control..."

Just before the Manstein volcano erupted completely, the person on the other end spoke with a hint of excitement: "But what we really want to ask is, who blew up the dormitory building in Zone 1? We're planning to hire him as a weapons tester for the Equipment Department!"

“…What do you mean?” Manstein was clearly stunned.

The person on the other end said cheerfully, "I suspect he has a natural affinity for firearms! Any bullet or explosive in his hands can achieve 200% effectiveness, or he might even possess some kind of 'enchantment' talent that can imbue weapons with more... Oh well, your education level is too low, you won't understand anyway, so why ask so many questions? Anyway, please help me contact him, thank you!"

beep-

The call was abruptly disconnected, leaving only a dial tone.

Manstein and Caesar looked at each other in bewilderment.

If thoughts could be transformed into word bubbles, they would both see those three words above each other's heads.

"Neuropathy!"

But there's really no need to get angry with those people in the equipment department.

Because things seem to be veering in an incomprehensible direction again—

What do you mean?
Is School Director Lu really a superhero? Rocket Raccoon?
……

In the principal's office, on the second floor, the dazzling red tea reflected the silhouettes of two people.

After Lu Mingfei said "interested", Angers' expression tensed for a moment, then slowly relaxed, looking at the boy in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Mingfei, what are you doing?"

Angers asked hesitantly.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei's appearance—one eye as black as usual, the other gleaming with golden light—was honestly a bit frightening.

Normally, activating the Golden Eyes is a manifestation of one's bloodline, but unlike their last meeting in Xiangyang, this time Lu Mingfei's gaze did not reveal any aggression.

It was like it just flashed briefly...

But when a good person displays their golden eyes, does only one eye light up while the other remains unchanged?

"Don't be nervous, just think of it as me performing a magic trick."

Lu Mingfei shrugged, the golden glint in his eyes slowly fading. He remained seated in his chair the whole time, the bone china teacup in his hand calm and still, the smooth surface of the liquid perfectly still.

Name: Hilbert Jean Angers

【Age: 131/136】

[Power: Wind (0.2%)]

[Original Spiritual Power: 1690]

Angers' mental panel appeared before his eyes like a waterfall, and his 'original mental strength' stat far exceeded his 'combat strength'.
Lu Mingfei was not surprised.
Speaking of which, the data on primordial spiritual power is a little different from combat power.

Aside from himself, the person he had seen with the highest score in this indicator before was Chu Zihang... Yes, his senior brother's original spiritual power was the highest, even higher than Norton's, by a full 5200 points.

Norton came in second, with a whopping 4980 points.
Next is Li Gu (the original Nicholas Flamel), 2100 points.

Then they arrived in Angers in 1690.

Then came Jormungandr, who numbered over 1,300.

And the four people in my family.

It's worth mentioning that, apart from Zero's original spiritual power exceeding 1,000, Su Xiaoqiang had the highest index of 880 among the other three, while Erii had the lowest, less than 500.

There are even fewer other people, and those with a primordial spiritual power exceeding three digits are extremely rare. Most have only ten or twenty digits, or simply the classic 5.

Of course, this is a pattern that Lu Mingfei has summarized from a sample of less than one hundred people, and it is not universally applicable at the moment. After all, when the degree of 'fusion' reaches 50%, the golden pupil in the left eye is too bright and too obvious.

Now, combined with the conditions for the appearance of the 'spiritual panel' and various speculations about 'original spiritual power', this is a good starting point.

It's easy to draw a conclusion—

Angers' 'original spiritual power' is different from that of ordinary people, which must be related to his [special state].

The Dragon King's egg.

On a night of mourning in the summer of 1900, Hilbert Jean Angers became the egg of the King of the Sky and the Wind.

This information was obtained through the [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission].

Strangely, Angers' mental panel showed no second 'consciousness' other than his own information.

"The King of the Sky and Wind, Li Wuyue, Odin..."

"So it means that the 'King of Sky and Wind' hasn't moved in yet, but has only changed Angers's spiritual 'outline' into the shape of an egg, and this egg, like Chu Zihang's, is currently empty?"

Lu Mingfei sorted through the known information in his mind, gaining a deeper understanding of the cocoon and the spirit.

Although both were "Dragon King's Eggs," Chu Zihang and Angers received vastly different treatment.

But a series of doubts arose in my mind.

What happened to 'Li Wuyue,' who was killed by her great-great-grandfather and the legendary dragon slayer Menek Cassel? Did she die or not?
Or, is Li Wuyue an alternate identity of Odin?
Furthermore, there's another issue: three months ago, the official [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission] clearly concluded that Chu Zihang is an egg of 'Jormungandr'.
Six months ago, when they first met Angers on the coast, the system's answer was that Angers was the egg of the 'King of the Sky and Wind'. Excluding the possibility of differential treatment due to [deep intelligence extraction permissions],
So the fact is that Li Wuyue created a 'shared egg'.
Like the brothers who are the King of Bronze and Fire, are the two brothers so close that they can squeeze into one room?
Or perhaps the King of the Sky and the King of the Wind... are indistinguishable because they had already completed the devouring of their twins, far ahead of the other dragon kings?
And the question of Caesar.

An artificial human, an unactivated second-generation bloodline, the son of a 'god'... Just what is this thing?
More importantly, what created this thing?
What is the intention?
……

The principal's office fell silent once again.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei was in deep thought, Angers did not press him for answers, but instead leisurely admired the decorations on the walls.

Besides oil paintings, there are complete sets of hardcover books and rubbings of ancient books. The stairs and platforms attached to the bookshelves are of varying heights, making it easy for people to climb up and down in this huge bookshelf room. These books are Angers' collection, and he has read every single one of them.

“Do you remember the first time we met, Principal Angers?” Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Ah, uh."

The old headmaster scratched his gray hair.

"That time at the seaside amusement park, the ice cream was pretty good, I liked the mint flavor."

"Hmm, do you remember the question I asked you back then, about the Dragon King's transformation into a cocoon, what was your opinion?" Lu Mingfei said.

"That's true. It seems you have new questions? Or do you have insights you'd like to share with this old man?"

"Not really," Lu Mingfei shook his head. "I just wanted to extend this question a bit further."

"Okay, please speak."

Angers put down his teacup, his expression slowly turning solemn.

I glanced at Angers' panel again, stopping at the bottom under the "Labels," which contained the various impressions that outsiders had formed of this old man over the past hundred years.

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then looked down into Angers' aged and deep eyes: "What form do you think the Dragon King's egg usually takes? A special material container? An alchemical material? The Philosopher's Stone? If the Dragon King's egg could be a living person, and your family member happened to be chosen, what would you do?"

Angers remained silent for a long time before turning his head slightly and saying softly, "I have no family."

Lu Mingfei remained expressionless and continued, "What if it were you?"

The sunlight was blazing, and the boiling water was slightly cold.

On the wide, comfortable chair, Ang Re's body gradually straightened, his hands clasped together on his knees, his eyes half-closed in the shadow cast by his gray hair, his voice more serious and solemn than ever before:

"You can put it more bluntly."

“Okay, I think you look a lot like an egg,” Lu Mingfei said calmly.

……

The ruins of the dormitory building in Zone 1 have been inventoried.
The students who were hiding in their dorm rooms watching the drama unfold were all rescued, no more, no less.

They will then be assigned to dormitories in Zone 2 and Zone 3 free of charge.

As for why the word 'free' exists,

the reason is simple.

The dormitory buildings in Zone 1 are public dormitories, mostly four-person rooms. The dormitories in Zones 2 and 3 are mainly double and single rooms, basically small apartments with kitchens and living rooms. In order to meet the needs of students with high living standards, Zone 4 also has a series of "buildings", which are detached villas.

However, just like flying, upgrading to a cabin class will naturally cost extra.

Because of humorous reasons like these, Lu's reputation in the discussion forum suddenly soared again.

Meanwhile, Cesare Gattuso, who should have been the one being compared to, had already left the disciplinary committee office.

We arrived at the artificial lake to the west of the original dormitory building in Zone 1, next to Niflheim Palace—a classical palace-style building that is on par with Valhalla and the library.

In Norse mythology, Niflheim is also known as the "Land of Fog," a barren land perpetually shrouded in fog and cold. Every winter, its artificial lake freezes over, and its magnificent palaces are enveloped in white mist.

Niflheim is always associated with the underworld in mythology, and below it is only Helheim, the 'land of the dead'.

At Kassel College, this palace is essentially a memorial, displaying spoils of war captured by previous dragon slayers in battle, ranging from empty eggs that dragons could not be used to revive to well-preserved dragon teeth, scales, hearts, and other organs. Every item on display has a blood-stained history.

Almost every student at the College of Kassel was required to visit the memorial and submit a handwritten reflection of no less than 4000 words; in response, the Night Watchers forum launched a writing service for it…

The traces of smoke grenades, Frigg bullets, and various tactical grenades have not yet been completely cleaned up.

The windmill at the end of the lakeside path in the distance is half collapsed, with a total repair cost of $2.

"You finally came."

Caesar looked past the coins and toward a figure walking in another direction.

"Yeah, I went to the new dorm to drop off my luggage." Chu Zihang was carrying the Murasame suit, which was still on and covered in dust, indicating that he had just joined the intense rescue work.

"How is Nono?"

Caesar finally asked the question. Perhaps it was a case of initial enthusiasm waning and eventual exhaustion. After all this, he was no longer in a hurry to compete with Chu Zihang. Niflheim Palace was beautiful in autumn. White doves, their wings fluttering, flew over the water to their nests in the artificial lake. He and Nono used to come here often to feed the pigeons.

Returning to a familiar place inevitably evokes feelings of nostalgia.

"It's alright," Chu Zihang said.

Caesar hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Where is she? In China or Japan?"

Chu Zihang glanced at him and sheathed his knife: "Japan."

“Japan…Japan is a good place, but my family doesn’t own any property there,” Caesar said. “When you went to Japan before, did you encounter any obstacles?”

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and said, "It's alright."

"Does that mean there are some, but not many?"

"Mm," Chu Zihang said.

Caesar paused slightly, scratching his head in annoyance: "Could you say a little more? Don't just ramble on like you're squeezing toothpaste."

"Why don't you just ask Nuonuo? Did she block your contact information?" Chu Zihang asked.

“No, but I don’t want to ask her,” Caesar said.

"why?"

"Because she said she didn't want to talk to me for the time being."

"That's interesting," Chu Zihang said casually.

Caesar's eyelids twitched inexplicably; he had a feeling that Chu Zihang looked really irritating.

The more aloof a person is, the more they like to use this statement-of-fact tone. Caesar originally thought he had gotten used to Chu Zihang's style. But for some reason, he still felt a surge of anger. He read a sense of superiority in Chu Zihang's calm gaze.

Wait, why is this person pretending too?
What gives them the right?
“However, your girlfriend does have some issues,” Chu Zihang added.

"What do you mean?" Caesar frowned.

“I saw a girl in Japan who looks exactly like your girlfriend,” Chu Zihang said carefully.

This time, Chu Zihang didn't hold back his words and gave a general account of Uesugi Erii's situation.

"Such a thing happened?" Caesar frowned again. "Are there any photos?"

"She has a boyfriend," Chu Zihang said tactfully.
"In short, they look the same, even their hair color is the same, it's all natural. You can see that from Nono's photos, but their temperaments are completely different."

Previously in Japan, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, and Nuonuo had a serious discussion.

An agreement was finally reached that Caesar could be informed about the unusual resemblance between Nono and Erii in appearance.

On a deeper level, Lu Mingfei did not tell anyone about the issues of Nono being an artificial human and Erii being chosen as the White King's vessel within the 'plan', out of respect for privacy and for future considerations.

As for anything else, I plan to discuss it after I actually meet Caesar.

“Alright,” Caesar pondered. “It is indeed strange according to what you say, but their temperaments should be very different. This Erii sounds like a well-behaved girl, but Nono is a lunatic. Temperament and soul are the key to a girl’s essence, not her appearance.”

"Are you crazy? I don't think it's appropriate to talk about your girlfriend like that behind her back. She might really become your ex-girlfriend," Chu Zihang warned.

Caesar paused, then looked up in shock: "When did you start researching these things?"

"Hmm." Chu Zihang said calmly, "So the situation is quite clear now, right? You thought that your relationship with Nuonuo would be met with all sorts of obstacles from the Gattuso family, but that's not the case. They value Nuonuo more than you do. Perhaps the free love you're pursuing is just a joke. From the very beginning, this was an arranged marriage."

“Nono should understand this better than you do, which is why she wants to run away, while you are still clueless. I think this is the key to the rift between you two. So only when you figure this out will Nono’s ‘temporary’ situation end, and only then will she pay attention to you and have a serious talk with you about what’s going on.”

"?"

Caesar's expression suddenly turned cold, filled with barely contained anger.

If Chu Zihang's attitude was condescending just now, then it's now nothing short of lecturing.

damn it!
When did a guy like Chu Zihang become qualified to teach him about dating?

"Wait, did Nono ask you to pass these on to me?" Caesar suddenly realized something, his brows furrowing again. "That doesn't seem very likely..."

“It was my own idea,” Chu Zihang said.

"..."

Caesar was so angry he laughed, his massive pectoral muscles trembling uncontrollably.

To be honest, Caesar wasn't completely unaware of what Chu Zihang had said, but he still held onto a certain amount of wishful thinking. However, hearing these words from his mortal enemy made him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation!

Perhaps she was angry at Chu Zihang, perhaps she was angry at herself, or perhaps she felt guilty towards the surname 'Gulweg'.

With a whoosh, the large hunting knife 'Dick Twist', which was half a meter long, was drawn.

"I'll only consider what you're saying if you beat me," Caesar said, staring intently at Chu Zihang. "This is an extra bet!"

"..."

I never forced you to listen to me.

Chu Zihang's answer was to draw the demon sword Murasame from its sheath; the blade was long and slender, like a pool of autumn water.

Silently, slowly.

This great battle is unavoidable and could erupt at any moment.

(End of this chapter)