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

Chapter 252 Target: The Sages of the Azure Palace!
"Is it ambition? Or destiny? Is it that has led you to make this decision at this moment?"

Genoa Bay Estate, within a desolate cemetery.
Lin Fenglong's hair was tousled by the wind, his figure as steadfast as a pine tree rooted to the ground, gazing northward.

Stepping into the cemetery felt like entering a space isolated from the outside world. Before me stood countless withered iron trees, bent askew by the relentless winds of the past few years.

Several tree trunks in the center were nailed with coffins: three thin, golden iron coffins, seven deep red wooden coffins, and many more tree trunks without coffins, but instead nailed with human-shaped or snake-shaped creatures, their dim eyes gleaming faintly, densely packed, hundreds and thousands of them, suffering from the wind and rain in a place unknown to anyone.

The sky was dark and torn, without sun or moon. He listened to the faint sounds emanating from the coffin, and inadvertently glanced back at the ancient runes inscribed on the stone slab beside him—runes, or runic script, which translates to—

The day the bugle sounds is the day the dead return.

"It's too early."

He stepped forward, drew his hunting knife from his waist, pried open the nails on the outer edge of a thin gold-plated iron coffin, and then his left hand transformed into a long, sharp claw, reaching inside. With continued force, he finally pulled a giant nail out of the coffin.

It's hard to imagine what kind of dead person deserved such a nail, half a meter long, dark blue, piercing through the heart, penetrating the sternum, nailing the whole body to the coffin, then penetrating the coffin wall behind, all the way into the iron tree.

Lin Fenglong caught it... its body, now freed from the nails, tumbled out of the golden coffin.

It was a woman, no, she could hardly be called human. Her skin was covered with bluish-black scales, her facial bones were prominent, and short, narrow wings extended from her back. There was a prismatic, penetrating wound in the center of her grotesque skull nail, as if she had been pierced by a spear.

"What a pity, as the greatest heroic spirit in the world, he cannot step onto the battlefield destined for him," he muttered to himself.

The coffin was filled with countless runes, and the endless gale in the graveyard seemed to hear some kind of call, and surged into the woman's body as if it were alive.

Immediately afterwards, the damage on the surface of her body began to recover visibly, her dragon form faded into human form, but the internal structure modified by dragon blood and her violent power remained unchanged.

Feeling the hardness and power emanating from her body, Lin Fenglong released her, letting her bear the raging winds alone.

In mythology, Ragnarok is the day of inevitable destruction, when giants and the dead will launch a counterattack on the gods' territory. Therefore, Odin, the chief god, built Valhalla and ordered the Valkyries to lead the souls of brave warriors there to train their skills, drink wine, fight each other, and be resurrected day after day, preparing to step onto the battlefield when the end times come.

She was once the most valiant fighter in the world, and her image is still enshrined in the family murals and temples to this day.

However, Lin Fenglong could no longer remember the stories of each heroic spirit. Living too long is not always a good thing. Redundant memories are like the chat logs in social media apps of this era; it is always easy to make mistakes when cleaning them up.

"your name."

“Berserker,” the woman replied, her eyes gradually regaining their light as she gazed up at the dark sky.

"Welcome back, Berserker."

Lin Fenglong thoughtfully sealed the coffin behind her, with a delicate white flower stuck in the nail. This habit was formed in Liulichang, and if she was lucky, she could come back to live there again.

Then came the other coffins.

He needs to awaken the spirits of this 'mini Avalon' one by one, according to his lord's orders.

This was a huge fortune, which should have remained dormant until it was used on the battlefield where it was destined to die at dusk.

But it had to be brought forward because of an out-of-control person.

……

"Frost! You...have you gone mad?"

Waverino, an ancient castle on the mountainside.

As the man finished speaking, the room fell into a moment of deathly silence.

What... is this guy saying?
Countless pairs of shocked eyes were focused on Frost Gattuso, who had just spoken.

There was no time to further consider the information about elemental turbulence that Frost had just provided. There were indeed many suspicious points about Lu Mingfei. Using supercomputers to detect elemental turbulence was one of the important ways that the Secret Party controlled dragon activities around the world in modern society, and its accuracy had been repeatedly verified over the past few decades.

As Angers' handpicked 'S' class, Lu Mingfei's background, apart from his great-grandfather Lu Shanyan's name engraved in the Hall of Heroes of Kassel College, has always been shrouded in mystery regarding his parents.

Elizabeth Laurent had first heard the name several months ago and had investigated the relevant information in detail. The Executive Department's files showed that Lu Mingfei's parents were also S-class members of the Secret Party, but strangely, apart from Angers, it seemed that no one had ever actually seen these two outstanding members - Lu Lincheng and Jovini.

The information was almost on par with that provided by the orthodox intelligence network. Angers didn't say much about it, and Lu Mingfei didn't mention it either. Elizabeth used the calculations of the 'Spirit of Calculation' to verify a certain guess in her mind—about a major event that occurred within the Secret Party at the end of the last century, after which an important faction went into hiding.

Most of the others were thinking from Frost's perspective—whether there was really a problem with Lu Mingfei's S-class bloodline, or whether the other party was able to release some kind of extremely dangerous Word of Power.
Like Menek Kassel a hundred years ago, but Lu Mingfei is more stable?

But at this moment, none of these issues need to be considered.

Because it's no longer important.

"It seems Mr. Frost has recently... learned a bit of humor?"

The middle-aged school board member gave a dry laugh.
His eyes, however, were fixed on Frost's face, trying to glean some clues from it.

"Humor? I should rarely joke in this setting," Frost said casually.

He was actually serious.

Beowulf, representing the elders, was utterly astonished. In an instant, he recalled his 'agreement' with Lu Mingfei from the previous night. As the legendary dragon slayer of the Secret Party, renowned for his fame, he had rarely surfaced for any particular reason in the past century, but he always cared about the whole group. His easygoing nature stemmed from his appreciation of talent. If Lu Mingfei really wanted to cause trouble, he would risk his life to enter the Third Blood Explosion to try and keep this young man here.

But Lu Mingfei insisted that it wouldn't be too difficult; all he needed to do was conform to his position as a dragon slayer. These words shocked the elderly 'Dragon Bloodlust' and made him even more optimistic about Lu Mingfei...

Look at this level of awareness.

All eyes began to focus on two directions. At one end of the long table stood Angers and Frost. As the two pinnacles of individual combat prowess in the Secret Society, many knew that Angers had fought alongside Beowulf several times in the early 20th century. At that time, Angers, who had recovered from the 'Summer Mourning' incident, joined forces with the then-young Beowulf to carry out several high-difficulty missions, and their prowess was enough to overshadow all the other elders and seniors.

It wasn't until later, when the power of Kassel College grew and touched the core interests of the Peruvian Party, that Angers and Beowulf gradually parted ways. But undoubtedly, to this day, their prestige remains at the top of the Peruvian Party. Normally, the 'voice' of the board of directors is linked to the amount of donated funds, but in critical moments, it is still the 'decision-maker' who makes the decisions.

But at that moment, everyone noticed that their gazes were both focused on the other end of the long table—

Sitting there, the boy, who appeared to be the youngest, held up his shirt with both hands and gazed at Frost Gattuso, whose expression was as calm as still water.

Realizing that he had instantly become the focus of the meeting,
Lu Mingfei tilted his head back slightly, shifting to a more relaxed posture, and leaned back in his chair. "Why are you looking at me? This is a proposal from the Frost School Board."

"Just listen to him continue explaining the solution."

What's the solution?

Elizabeth Laurent's beautiful face, veiled in black, twitched slightly.

Whose problem is being solved?
As Angers' confidante, she naturally knew more than Beowulf, but it seems that what she knew was only the tip of the iceberg... So, it was Frost's idea to "deal with" the Gattuso family?
The effect of this suggestion varies depending on who proposes it. Just like Angers initially, when Elizabeth heard Frost raise this proposal, her first thought was naturally 'seizing power,' but at this juncture, is it not inappropriate to prioritize internal stability over external threats?
After all, thanks to her unintentional attempt to change the subject, the "Bronze Project" has not yet been formally voted on.

"The initial intention behind proposing this bill was very simple."

At this moment, Frost spoke up. "I hope everyone can cooperate with me to complete a purge of the Gattuso family's top brass."

The four members of the Senate looked at each other with a strange expression.

I never expected to hear such explosive news on my first time attending a meeting.

In my memory, Frost was not like that at all. He was not very popular in the Secret Society, mainly because he always considered the interests of his own family too much and constantly reviewed the expenses of the dragon-slaying project. The elders found it hard to imagine that the Secret Society's council in the new century would quarrel over spending tens of thousands of gold coins every year.

The monk school board member had already stopped fiddling with the Buddhist prayer beads, his face grave. "I want to confirm again, are you saying that the higher-ups of your Gattuso family were secretly replaced by pure-blooded dragons, right?"

“Yes.” Frost’s face remained expressionless.

The monk school board member then asked, "What is the definition of 'higher-ups'? If I remember correctly, Frost, you are currently the acting head of the family. The only person with a higher status than you is Pompeii?"

Upon hearing this name, the senior board members and elders looked even stranger. The monk board member's question had also struck a chord with them... Why did Your Majesty rebel? Are you really going to exterminate Pompeii?

Although Frost's tough personality wasn't very likable, those who lived through the Pompeii era were generally willing to grit their teeth and continue arguing with him, since that hothead and lunatic Pompeii was just too abnormal.

Frost shook his head: "You don't understand the structure of the Gattuso family... I won't go into too much detail, but in short, Pompeii and I don't have as much power as you imagine. The real decision-makers are a group of people who usually lie dormant in freezers..."

Upon hearing this, many of the elders and board members showed expressions of understanding.

It is common knowledge that mixed-race people have long lifespans, and long lifespans often breed a greed for power, especially in mixed-race families that rely on clan inheritance systems. Unless there are special circumstances, almost every mixed-race family has its own set of problems, the difference being whether the subsequent development becomes a 'cancer' or a 'foundation'...

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why the new faction of the Secret Service largely approves of the 'academy system'.

But strictly speaking, Gattuso could also be considered a 'new generation'... Did the problems accumulate so quickly and become so serious?
Only Lu Mingfei's gaze changed; he seemed to understand Frost's meaning.

Looking up at Angers in the distance,

At the other end of the long table, the old man's eyes were hidden in the smoke, and he noticed that the old man had given him a wink.

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly.

"Here I must admit my oversight. I failed to notice that some dragons had secretly replaced the ancestors in the freezer and were using the influence of the Gattuso family to provide assistance to the dragon race."

Frost continued calmly, "Until Principal Angers pointed it out, I gradually began to notice something amiss, but fortunately, things weren't beyond repair..."

Clearly, the fact that Gattuso's leadership was composed of dragons was described by Frost as a "replacement" of dragons.

The symbolic meanings of the two are completely different.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about these small details of appearances and substance.

It's the same anyway.

The middle-aged school board member stared intently into Frost's eyes and quickly asked, "So you mean you want us to clean out those... people in the freezer for you?"

"of course not."

Frost's voice was cold. "If you're worried about being used as a weapon, then you don't need to be."

“I will handle the internal affairs of the Gattuso family myself. All you need to do is cooperate and prevent the situation from getting out of control during the purge.”

The Secret Party was originally called the European Secret Party because each of the former elders, now school board members, represented the ruling power of a region in Europe, including economic, military, and even political power. Just as Gattuso had immense influence in Italy and Göttingen in France, the Laurent family had a great influence in Britain and Central Europe, and the other school board members also had their own jurisdictions.

After Frost gave a brief explanation of the situation, the board members understood why such an important matter was to be discussed at a 'regular board meeting' rather than an 'emergency board meeting'.

According to him, there must be 'ice corpses' within Gattuso who have developed internal agents. In order to prevent the dragons from taking a suicidal action, their influence must be reduced and everyone must work together to cooperate.

There was no time to hold Frost accountable for his oversight.

After all, he brought this up voluntarily, rather than handling it privately and causing the incident to escalate.

Elizabeth continued, "'The forefathers of the Azure Palace,' so your target is these guys, right? Did you consult Pompeii about this decision?"

“I can’t get in touch with Pompeii. He went to the Himalayas in early September to participate in a charity event called ‘Journey of the Soul’, and I haven’t been able to contact him since.”

Frost said expressionlessly, “No mobile communication company has a signal, and he didn’t bring a satellite phone. I heard the only way to get to that lama temple is on horseback… but I don’t think it’s necessary to ask his opinion, is it?”

Those who had the privilege of dealing with Pompeii nodded slightly.

Given that playboy's style, I'd guess the so-called charity event is just some Zen-like activity about joy and self-cultivation.

Lu Mingfei shrugged noncommittally. Anyway, the fact that he had grabbed Caesar that night at Kassel College and tried to call Pompeii Gattuso from his private number but failed was enough to say something.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think I am qualified to propose such a motion even without going through Pompeii."

Frost took a deep breath, raised his palm, and said in a voice as cold as cast iron, "Then, as is customary, let's begin the vote now."

“Wait, I think…” the middle-aged school board member said hesitantly.

But the words were not finished yet.

A stronger and more powerful voice rang out.

"and many more!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly stood up, made a 'shut up' gesture, and amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he narrowed his eyes, his hearing becoming sharper as his vision relaxed.
"Did you...hear anything?"

"..."

Three seconds later——

boom!
A deafening roar erupted simultaneously from all directions!

(End of this chapter)