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

Chapter 237 The Imperial Descendant, and Caesar's [World]

There was a moment.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to pull out his belt and shoot the old man in front of him hard.

Both 'Black Sun' and 'Senro' can be used for control. As long as you seize a moment, the Tiger Roar Fang Spear loaded with the 'Judgment' matrix is ​​enough to destroy Angers' body and eliminate all traces.

Zero time?
It's a pretty good Word of Power.

But in Lu Mingfei's opinion, without being actively activated, this old man was by no means much stronger than Yuan Zhisheng.

Angers had just rambled on and on, but Lu Mingfei only caught one core argument—

The ice cellar contains a large number of 'true weapons of mass destruction', and he can send this entire mountain academy to the heavens at any time with a single command!

Is this the price you're paying for slaying the dragon?
This is clearly a pledge of allegiance to the Dragon Lords!

Goodness, as expected, you can't get to a dangerous place without saving your game!

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and said sincerely:

“Please calm down, Principal Angers.”

"Huh? I'm perfectly calm."

Angers, clutching the signal transmitter, scratched his head and looked at Lu Mingfei with a puzzled expression.

"That's good, that's good... Damn it, give me this first!"

……

Lu Mingfei didn't show his face again after getting into the principal's Maserati with the license plate 'CAS001' all day.

Even his "spokesperson," Chu Zihang, has not publicly expressed any opinions.

All that's left is ruins and a bunch of 'professionals' arguing endlessly on the forums.

Some people touted Lu's unprecedented bravery, claiming he single-handedly defeated all the student council ministers, stating they witnessed it firsthand, essentially forming a fan club; others only cared about whether classes could be suspended for a few days; still others started a thread discussing whether Lu's character was modeled after Whitebeard or Akainu, since the scene resembled being rolled around by a combination of an earthquake and lava bombs, and then the topic naturally turned into a rational discussion about who was stronger, Whitebeard or Akainu...

In short, this is roughly the meaning of "let the outside world cause all the disturbances, I will remain steadfast and unmoved".

As two of the most competitive student organizations on campus, the afternoon was spent devolving from a fierce battle to seeing who could dig out more bystanders during earthquake relief efforts. This also reflects the overall quality of the student organizations.

However, since half of the core members of the student council were on the list of "rescued" members, the Lionheart team, which was described as "calm," "wise," and "a wise man knows when to yield," achieved a completely overwhelming victory in terms of data.

The student council acknowledged the Lionheart Society's achievements, but the Lionheart Society's reaction was lukewarm. However, it was clear that the general public's expectations for these two violent clubs were only violence.

Because it is said that the two most crucial violent leaders made a pact to fight to the death at the artificial lake outside Niflheim Palace, the focus of the discussion about combat strength instantly shifted to Caesar and Chu Zihang, and the discussion was even more heated than before.

Unfortunately, until the day of freedom officially ended at sunset, no related news was revealed. There was no official announcement of who won or lost, and neither of them spoke on the forums. The only certainty was that Caesar and Chu Zihang had indeed been decided.
A war correspondent who risked his life to get close to the scene said that neither of them bled after the fight. Chu Zihang, as usual, had the face of a poet, while Caesar seemed to have a kind of Buddhist enlightenment.

……

Late at night, the bustling campus finally returned to tranquility.

The crowds calmed down, and the forum quieted down.

The sky was filled with black clouds, crowding together and pressing down on the ground with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, a wind rose, and the clouds and trees swayed in the night breeze. A bright, clear light suddenly appeared and shone on the largest Baroque building. The moonlight from the dome illuminated the man walking among the bookshelves.

He was humming an unknown song, holding a can of ice-cold beer in his hand. The library of Kassel College has a large number of computers connected to the internal network and databases for students to access information, but at this moment all the computers were turned off, and the dim blue electrical lights were flashing, illuminating his somewhat frivolous floral shirt.

Normally, people dressed like that should be turned away by librarians.

Rather than places exuding the fragrance of knowledge, he should be in a dimly lit bar on a street corner, where he can learn from his teacher to stuff a handful of banknotes into the cleavage of a dancer's chest while indulging in eating, drinking, singing and dancing. It might not be $100, but a lot of $1s for the sake of visual impact.

But he came anyway.

As he walked past the tall, neat bookshelves, the library's 24/7 cameras flashed in unison as he passed by, not to sound an alarm and wake the whole school, but simply to illuminate the path beneath his feet. Finally, he reached the end of the library and stood in front of a silver-white elevator. He pressed the go button, and two or three seconds later, the elevator doors opened silently, like a girl's unguarded boudoir.

Then, a dazzling array of buttons appeared, and the elevator started moving, leading to the 'ice cellar'.

If Lu Mingfei saw this scene, he would definitely exclaim that he was an expert.

"This underground space integrates electronic, mechanical, and alchemical technologies, and no outsider can intrude here."

—Angers' original words.

That's great, so it's not something outsiders can just freely intrude upon.

Fortunately, this guy was indeed not an outsider. He came to see his girl tonight, not to break into the ice cellar to carry out a major theft or sabotage.

The elevator descended, and the ice cellar had no concept of how many floors it had, only one 'zone' after another. The underground space of this academy was like a giant spider's nest, making one wonder what kind of monsters lurked deep within.

This place holds the secrets of the Secret Service, accumulated over thousands of years in Europe. Lu Mingfei spent the entire day there but still couldn't explore every single thread of the spiderweb. In the end, he had no choice but to take some local specialties back with him and promise to come back tomorrow... otherwise, he really couldn't carry them all. No sooner had he left than the man slipped in, sipping an ice-cold beer.

The man was eventually taken by elevator to a place called the 'Larchis District'. In front of him was a silver passageway made of impact- and explosion-proof alloy plates, which could withstand ground-detonated nuclear bombs and tactical missiles, and even withstand the frontal bombardment of 'kinetic weapons'. However, in contrast to the heavily fortified external defenses, there was a deeper area that resembled a swamp, where several medium-yield MIRV nuclear warheads were stored, separated by a single plate.

Before him lay the heart of Kassel College, a red-level location even within the ice cellar—the server room of the college's secretariat, the super AI 'Norma Lawns'.

Lu Mingfei has never visited this place before.

"have you slept?"

The man spoke to the empty server room, his tone unusually gentle.

"The security system has entered hibernation mode. The cameras are not working, and your entry record will not be saved. The security system will restart after you leave. Is there anything I need here?" Norma's calm voice rang out in the server room.

"Something came up... well, actually it's nothing, I just wanted to come and see 'you'."

The man rubbed his rough, calloused hands together, embarrassed. The beer can he had emptied on the way here was now crumpled into a strip, without spilling a single drop of beer.

Liquids are not allowed in the computer room. This is a rule he learned in elementary school computer class, and he, who rarely follows rules, has never broken this rule.

"I."

Norma uttered a single word, her usually calm tone seemingly rising slightly.

"So concerned about appearances? I am still me. Whether it is Norma's personality or EVA's personality, at the deepest level, I am still me."

"Hey, can you stop talking like that? You sound like a lonely, resentful woman. I've never been unfaithful to anyone, I swear to God."

The man scratched his head, looking somewhat flustered. He folded the aluminum strip in his hand two or three times, stuffed it into his pocket, and squeezed out a large clump... This guy was actually flirting with a super artificial intelligence.

Norma stopped talking; she chose to 'understand' the man's hints.

The massive screen went dark, leaving only a multitude of small red and green lights flashing in the darkness. Vast amounts of personality data flooded into this supercomputer, like seawater surging into a river. The hard drive light, data flow indicator, and host frequency indicator were all flashing at ten times the normal speed, and faster and faster, until the final, almost frantic frequency took control of the entire basement's rhythm.

The young people at the academy like to anthropomorphize everything and then create fan fiction about beautiful girls. Norma, as the 'friend' closest to the students, has been a closer figure than the professors since the day she enrolled. Of course, she is no exception. Because of her always calm temperament and always kind voice, her image is mostly that of a mature white woman with a curvaceous figure, wearing a secretary's outfit and black-rimmed glasses.

But then a beam of light shone down from directly overhead, landing in front of the man. Fragments of fluorescent light drifted down in the beam, like snowflakes, and the shadow of a girl stood in the center of the beam.

She wasn't the mature secretary image widely circulated on the forum, but a girl who was 'seisokei'.

This Japanese term frequently appears in anime and manga. It literally translates to "pure and innocent type," and its core characteristics include youth, translucent skin, black hair, dignified demeanor, and simple and neat clothing, emphasizing a sense of purity that is "untainted by worldly filth."

The girl in front of me perfectly matched these characteristics: translucent, shimmering with a faint glow, with long black hair that cascaded down to her feet, the ends of which floated in the air; she wore a long silk dress that resembled pajamas; she was barefoot; and she was smiling.

“EVA.” The smile on the man’s face slowly disappeared, replaced by tranquility. He reached out and grasped the fluorescent fragments.

“You used to hold my hand for more than ten hours a day, and when you let go, your hands were covered in sweat,” EVA said.

"How would I know you were there if I didn't hold your hand?" the man said.

“You’ve always been such an insecure person. What’s the point of pursuing power all the time?” EVA said.

"It's just loneliness."

"Yes, it's just loneliness."

EVA lowered her translucent hand and covered his palm, but the two passed through each other in a flash. After all, she was just an illusion of light and shadow, while he held her empty hand, silent, his breathing becoming steady.

The 'war personality' of the super artificial intelligence at Kassel College and the man with deliberately combed but still disheveled hair yearn for silence. To each other, they are both illusions, but the illusion in front of them is like a false warmth that can bring people, as if they can cross time and return to the years they once had together.

At that time, he, and they, were not alone.

"Because of loneliness, one pursues power, leading to even deeper loneliness. What will be the final result of this cycle?" EVA said softly.

"Huh?" The man was clearly taken aback.

“Nothing much. I’ve just heard some interesting viewpoints lately, and they’ve made me think a lot… You’ve come at this crucial moment; is there something you want from me?” EVA asked.

"Uh, the way you're saying it makes me sound like one of those broke guys who go to the restaurant where their girlfriend works to live off her." The man scratched his head, a smile returning to his face, finally suppressing the complex emotions that welled up in his heart upon their reunion.

“But as far as I know, you really don’t have any money. Your finances are always in deficit. The $16 you just won is only enough to pay off 7.1% of your debt… Although you may not actually pay it back, you will never achieve financial freedom if you don’t choose to use ‘that money.’ In addition, you are passionate about charity. You are a regular at the Veterans Association’s anonymous donation box, and this year your total donations even exceeded those of Cesare Gattuso.”

EVA looked at the man, the data stream in her eyes clearly conveying a sense of 'admonition'.

"But you don't actually need to do that. Mixed-race people are still mixed-race after retirement, even if they have some degree of disability. The board of directors will regularly check on the living conditions of those people and provide them with suitable positions."

"Is it that mysterious school board member who gave up his seat to Lu Mingfei?" the man said slowly.

This topic has undoubtedly crossed a line; the board members with white cards possess Norma's highest authority.

But after a moment of silence, EVA said, "A portion." "In the end, they are a group that prioritizes interests above all else. They fake retirements to expand their manpower. They don't care about the truly injured and disabled, and they are even afraid that the injured and disabled will betray the interests of the Secret Party because of their unsatisfactory living conditions. After all, human nature can never be trusted and cannot withstand the test."

The man smiled and asked casually, "Angers and Lu Mingfei spent the whole day in the ice cellar?"

"This topic has really crossed the line," EVA sighed.

“When I asked Angers about his private life before, you always told me frankly… It seems the problem lies with Lu Mingfei; his authority is higher than I imagined,” the man muttered to himself.

EVA floated there calmly, offering no reply.

"I see." The man glanced at EVA.

He always knew that EVA was a machine, not a real human. For a supercomputer, authority is paramount. Even though he had extremely high authority due to special circumstances, there were still beings with higher status than him in the underlying code. However, the tacit understanding that the two had cultivated over the years was enough for him to bypass the rules and learn some key information. Moreover, he was one of the smartest people in the world.

“I think you should have more goodwill towards Lu Mingfei. Binhai was your first mission back then…” EVA reminded softly, “And from any perspective, he is our benefactor. He avenged us, for you, and for me, but don’t forget that’s only part of it… there’s also the ‘Crown Prince’.”

The man's body trembled slightly.

"Of course I will, but..." A bitter smile appeared on his face: "Never mind, give me a little more time. I haven't figured out how to face him yet."

"Yes, but stop joking like that. If we want to get our revenge, we can't do without his power."

EVA said softly, "You two aren't very familiar with each other yet, so don't let him become hostile towards you."

"Do you also think I can't take revenge?" the man said wistfully.

EVA placed her other hand on the man's shoulder, her ethereal hand stroking his cheek. "How could that be? You'll always be the best in my heart. I just don't want you to..."

"I know, I know. Sometimes I really suspect that I fell in love with you because of some strange Oedipus complex. You're just like my mom." The man waved his hand helplessly. "I'll be more careful."

EVA smiled gently.

The man continued muttering, "Speaking of which, he's changed quite a bit since the first time I saw him. He's still a good person, but unless you get to know him well, there's a strong underlying sense of rejection. It shows in his manners. I bet he's also stingy, petty, vengeful, and sometimes sarcastic. If his interests are truly threatened, he'll probably be ruthless than anyone else..."

The man read a portrait aloud in a rambling manner.

EVA simply listened quietly with a smile, offering no comment, but she knew very well why the portrait was so precise down to every detail.

Because in a sense, Lu Mingfei and his personality are somewhat of a 'mirror image'.

When that team was still intact, he was the captain in every sense of the word. He was occasionally flamboyant, sarcastic, and unserious, but at heart he was a responsible and reliable guy.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

The man suddenly said, "What have those guys in the executive department been up to lately? A lot of people at the school are gone, and the frequency of their posts on the forum has obviously decreased a lot."

EVA replied, "The Executive Department has dispatched six additional teams to India, the Maldives, Norway, Nepal, Greenland, and Mexico. Currently, there are approximately 1,300 people worldwide searching for the location of the 'Dragon Tomb'."

"Half of them were originally supposed to be active in China, but due to the changes at the beginning of the year, they all withdrew as instructed by Principal Angers. In addition, based on Professor Mans's '2005-2008 Yangtze River Basin Survey Report' and the 'orthodox' personnel transfer traces, it is inferred that there are signs of the awakening of high-level dragons in the 'Kuimen' of the Yangtze River Basin in China. The possibility of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, cannot be ruled out, and there are suspected 'imperial descendants' appearing."

"Imperial descendant...?"

The man murmured the word over and over.

EVA explained, based on information from the classified database: "This is a special mixed-race group. Before the mid-20th century, their activity level in China far exceeded that of the orthodox groups... In a sense, they are the true 'orthodox,' while what we currently consider orthodox in a broad sense was more in line with the definition of 'civilian forces' in the past. Currently, some members of the Secret Party intend to contact this organization in order to further check the orthodox groups. This issue will be formally raised at next week's board meeting."

“I understand, but if the four monarchs under the Kui Gate are indeed noble first-generation beings, then there will be a lot of trouble.”

The man muttered to himself, "Without the help of the Secret Service, and if we are attacked from both sides, can the Orthodox faction replicate another great victory? Will the losses be devastating?"

EVA was silent for a moment, then said, "The Fragments of the Ice Age record that Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, was also one of the best among the first-generation beings, making him difficult to kill. However, the Orthodox's current stance is also somewhat ambiguous..."

……

Late at night, a burly young man walked along a path through an oak forest.

He was dressed in a white suit, with a head of brilliant golden hair. He held a huge black hunting knife in his hand, and beside him lay two silver Desert Eagles. They were two custom-made pistols, with carved ebony inlaid with ivory on the grips, and a pure silver phoenix crest in the center of the grip.

That blond hair was so dazzling; the moonlight shone on it, reflecting a light that shone even brighter than the dim streetlights along the path.

At the end of the path was a large villa.

Norton House.

The house he knew very well, as a reward for the 'winner' of the day of freedom, was granted a year's use.

Since Caesar took over the student council three years ago, they have always been the winners of Freedom Day, firmly occupying this villa as the venue for every student council event and meeting, with symbolic significance far outweighing monetary value.

Just six hours earlier, Caesar had convened his final meeting of the student council here.

They announced that they had conceded defeat in this Freedom Day and would give up 'Norton Hall' and rent the adjacent 'Amber Hall' as the venue for student council activities this academic year.

No one objected.

Without even the slightest hesitation, apart from the cadres who were attending the meeting via video from the school hospital, the remaining healthy people, including Caesar, moved all their belongings out and cleaned up within two hours.

Then, Caesar began to wait for Lu Mingfei's invitation to "have tea".

As he was leaving the battlefield, Lu Mingfei mentioned that he wanted to invite him for a cup of tea later.

Who knows——

I waited until 2 a.m. because of the delay.

Caesar was already quite dissatisfied, even thinking that the young school board member couldn't get his contact information.

Fortunately, he finally received the message. Lu Mingfei was very polite in his text message, first explaining why it was so late, and then saying that if he was already asleep, they could reschedule for tomorrow morning... Caesar immediately called back.

Then, the two agreed to meet at the 'Norton House'.

Indeed, due to the mutual concessions between the student council and the Lionheart Society, as well as various other considerations, the winner of the 'Freedom Day' ultimately fell to Lu Mingfei.

However, as a third-party winner, he couldn't use rewards like the 'Academy Star' finalist qualification. What was noteworthy was the right to use the Norton Hall for a year and the right to confess to a female student at the university without being rejected and to maintain a relationship for three months...

Lu Mingfei naturally held a critical attitude towards the latter, but had no objection to the former, since he had his own building in the Zhou family and Kassel College should also give him one.

Ultimately, no matter how much the open-minded European and American girls on the Night Watchers' discussion forum made a fuss, Angers drove him to Norton House as soon as he came out of the ice cellar.

A moment later, Caesar stood in front of the familiar villa.

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in, the door is open."

The boy's voice came from the living room inside.

Caesar hesitated for a moment, recalling some things Chu Zihang had told him.

He decisively pushed open the door and entered.

But just as he took a step forward and stepped into the shadows of the entryway, he suddenly felt a chill.

Suddenly looking up, I met the gaze of a pair of dazzling golden eyes.
Its brightness far surpassed that of Chu Zihang, who was known as the "Golden Eyes That Never Die," and even completely overshadowed the enamel and glass chandelier on the ceiling of the living room.

Is this the Golden Eye?
If we accept that this is an eye, then what terrifying lineage must its owner possess?

The instant their eyes met, an invisible gust of cold wind seemed to rush out from the living room and hit Caesar, instantly making him feel a chill that went straight to his heart.

His whole body tensed up suddenly, but the cold air still penetrated his body, almost freezing the blood in his veins into ice crystals in an instant!

In a single second, his body temperature dropped by a full five degrees, and his robust body, which had been warm from walking all the way, felt a stinging pain as if winter had struck.

"Damn it, are you kidding me!"

Caesar was suddenly shocked and enraged. His first reaction was not fear or apprehension, but rather a roar of fury in his heart.

His muscles tensed up once again, and his hands involuntarily reached for the pair of Desert Eagles at his waist.

Resentment, anger, and a readiness to struggle and resist at any moment.

It was in that very instant.

The cold front disappeared.
The boy in the living room stood up, his bright golden eyes quietly returning to their dark state. He held a wine glass in his left hand and surprisingly, a skewer of roasted chicken wings in his right, the pure silver skewers clearly indicating he was serving late-night snacks.

[Name: Caesar Gattuso/Gullveig]

【Age: 21/26】

[Power: World (1.2%)]

[Original Spiritual Power: 1210]

"We have chicken wings, grilled fish, and roast goose. Would you like to eat some together?"

Lu Mingfei smiled and asked.

(End of this chapter)