A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 299 Yes, yes, are the leaders going to reward us?
In the crew quarters on the Kassel warship, Chu Zihang's dormitory housed several Lionheart Society students in addition to him.

The students, having just recovered from a serious illness, collectively praised the strength of S-class Lu Mingfei.

"As expected of an S-rank, Junior Brother Lu Mingfei's Word of Power is truly incredible. I thought we wouldn't make it through this and would die at sea, but I never expected that an S-rank Word of Power could actually cure our illness."

"Yes, I heard that even the accompanying doctors, using sophisticated equipment, couldn't analyze the mysterious virus in our bodies, but the S-level doctor easily cured us. You didn't see the doctor's expression at the time; it was quite something."

"It wasn't just us. The people who were originally on the ship, unlike us who were sick, seemed to have suffered some kind of injury. Lu Mingfei spent the whole day healing them all. Just think about it, releasing incantations for a whole day! We run out of energy after a few times, but he can do it for a whole day!"

"It's just a bit strange. Lu Mingfei is so strong in battle, instantly killing the masked hybrid and the dragon-blooded Amazon, and fighting the Old Church alone. Why has he become so low-key and humble after waking up from his coma?"

"Didn't everyone say that Lu Mingfei's dragon wings are the vice principal's latest achievement in human alchemy? I heard that the risks are huge, and you can't succeed unless your bloodline is at least S-level. Alas, it's a pity that my bloodline isn't high enough."

Seeing them praising Lu Mingfei so much, one of Chu Zihang's little fans was unhappy: "The president is not bad either. He killed that masked half-blood once. Isn't he much stronger than an S-rank?"

Ordinary students don't even know the name Odin yet; they just think he's some kind of evil hybrid who breeds Deadpool.

Even when I saw the eight-legged winged horse under Odin's mount, which also had eight legs like Odin's mount in Norse mythology, I never thought of it that way.

They assumed it was a dragon blood subspecies cultivated using some special method.

Chu Zihang wanted his little fanboy to say less, and there was no need to deny that Lu Mingfei had indeed cured everyone's illness with the Word of Power: Don't Die. Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

"Tuk-tuk."

"Please come in."

After receiving permission, Professor Schneider, with a complicated expression, pushed open the door, causing the group of Lionheart students inside to stand up in surprise.

The Lionheart Society is a special academic club because it also has another name: Executive Department Reserve.

Most students who join the Lionheart Society will intern in the Executive Department and become full-time executives in the Kassel Executive Department after graduation.

The students are now meeting Professor Schneider, the head of the executive department, and although they know nothing about him, they must take it seriously.

"Chu Zihang." Schneider's distinctive, hoarse voice, like the scraping of iron, came through, directly calling out his name: "Come with me."

Chu Zihang nodded in understanding and followed Schneider. At the end of the corridor, on the stairs, he saw Fingel helping Eva tie her hair, seemingly studying how to make a high ponytail.
"Oh, you're here?" Upon seeing them arrive, Fingel quickly tied Eva's hair into a fluffy high ponytail. "Don't look at me, I don't know what the professor wants with us either."

"Eva just came to keep me company."

His words were filled with the sweetness of being in love, making Eva blush and shyly push Fingel away.

Chu Zihang remained expressionless, but he was secretly pleased for Fingel. At the same time, he heard Fingel's voice transmission in his ear: "Don't worry, I've got it all sorted out. Next, I'll tell you what to recite, and you can just memorize it."

Schneider was unaware of the subtle communication between the two, and simply led the three of them up the stairs to the warship's command center, gesturing for Eva to wait outside.

Eva nodded to indicate that she understood. As she watched the three of them walk into the command center and close the door, a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She and Fingel had spent the entire night manipulating Norma to fake things.

There won't be any problems.

When Chu Zihang and Fingel walked in, there weren't many people in the conference room, only Angers, Nicolas, and a few professors.

However, many people participated in remote video conferences, including the four founding members, the board of trustees, and the heads of all departments at the Kassel campus.

Everyone looked grim and gloomy, as if they had been spat on in ink while catching squid at sea.

When Angers saw the two of them, he smiled like a kind old grandfather: "Alright, let's make a decision for now. Send a salvage team to explore the seabed of the former Bello Island. We'll make a final decision once we have some information."

"Now that my students have arrived, you can ask them anything you want."

The Beowulf family patriarch, with his quick temper, completely disregarded Angers' implication of "my student": "Chu Zihang, Fingel, on Bellow Island, what abilities did you use when you fought Odin?"

To prevent the two from feigning ignorance and denying it, the head of the Beowulf family called out first, "Norma."

Norma quickly projected the video in the conference room, showing Chu Zihang merging with the flaming spear and teleporting to slay Odin.

Another video shows Fingel, covered in blue light, crashing into several Deadpools at high speed.

Fingel completely ignored the Beowulf family head's question, nodding enthusiastically with a grin: "Ah, yes, yes, it's me, it's me."

"Haha, the leaders have seen my contributions, right? Isn't it time to give me a reward? I don't ask for much, just give me a few seaside villas in a resort."

"Fingal!" The head of the Beowulf family slammed his fist on the table, his beard bristling and eyes wide with fury. "Stop rambling! I think you, and not just you, but also Chu Zihang, are all undercover agents of the Old Church in Kassel!"

The other elders and board members did not interrupt.

Some observed Fingel, this alchemical genius, worrying that the Secret Society would lose an alchemical master; others glanced at Nicholas, wondering how Master Flamel would treat his disciple, who was suspected of being a spy for the old church.

Only Pompeii spoke up. This school board member, who usually didn't care about anything, looked at Chu Zihang with an unfriendly expression: "The flaming spear unique to members of the old church, and the ability to smash enemies to pieces, Fingel, do you really think we're all blind?"

The others were somewhat surprised. Was this really Pompeii? He was actually questioning them together? In the past, when something happened, weren't they the ones who handled it while Pompeii just stood by reading adult magazines?
But considering the internal situation in Kassel and the rumors of Chu Zihang overpowering Caesar, everyone seemed to understand Pompey's actions; the father wanted to stand up for his son.
Elizabeth, Charlotte, and other young school board members frowned. Chu Zihang had outmaneuvered Caesar, and after all, it was a competition among peers. For Pompeii, an elder, to step in, the Gattuso family's behavior was simply too ugly.

Little did they know, it had nothing to do with Caesar. Pompeii's real dislike for Chu Zihang stemmed from the fact that during the Battle of Bello, Chu Tianjiao, whom he had sent, was instantly killed and rescued by Chu Zihang!
He lost one of his most useful puppets and was thoroughly offended by Chu Zihang! Pompeii Gattuso, whose true identity is the dragon Odin, doesn't he have any pride? Shouldn't he give him a good talking-to and get his revenge?

Before Chu Zihang could answer, Fingel continued in his usual cheerful manner: "Since the Beowulf family has taken the initiative to use Norma, then let's trouble Norma to release past videos for comparison."

As she finished speaking, Norma quickly created a split screen: on the left were the performances of Fingel and Chu Zihang, and on the right were the performances of the members of the Old Church during the attack on Kassel and the battle of the Imperial Capital.

In the split-screen mode, both characters throw flaming spears and smash enemies to pieces, their moves and special effects looking almost identical.

Norma frequently paused the dual-screen feed, interspersing her explanations: "Based on the surveillance footage, we made a comprehensive judgment based on appearance, figure, physique, and movement habits."

"There is a 99.9% chance that Fingel and Chu Zihang are not the same person as the two members of the Old Church in the surveillance footage. Therefore, Fingel and Chu Zihang have nothing to do with the Old Church."

Of course it's irrelevant. Fingel and Eva spent so much time last night secretly modifying past surveillance footage through Norma. If it were relevant, wouldn't all their efforts have been for nothing?

Fingel stood with his hands on his hips, looking quite smug. He didn't say anything, but his expression seemed to say everything, which angered the head of the Beowulf family so much that he slammed his fist on the table again, making a deafening noise.

“Then explain yourselves.” Pompeii was still staring at Chu Zihang: “The Flaming Spear, and Fingal, your ability to ram into Deadpool.”

“The people are not the same, but these abilities are definitely related to the old church.”

“That’s right.” Fingel proudly raised his chin, gave himself a thumbs-up, and said, “This is my newest breakthrough in Word Alchemy.”

"By inscribing dragon blood materials on one's body in advance, and combining this with one's own incantation, one can directly imitate two abilities of the Old Church."

"This way, it's much easier than the old Word of Power Alchemy, which required setting up materials on-site."

“If you all still insist that it’s related to the Old Church, then it is indeed related, because I think the Old Church’s abilities are very useful, and through alchemy, I copied their abilities.”

"!" Charlotte, the school board chairwoman whose family had a tradition of alchemy, jumped to her feet, looking at Fingel in utter shock.

Last time, Fingel's research on the Alchemy of Words had already amazed alchemists around the world. After studying it for a long time, the alchemists found that while Fingel's technical theory was correct, it was very difficult to actually implement it.

Unexpectedly, even though alchemists around the world haven't been able to put the old version of Word of Power alchemy into practice, Fingel has made another breakthrough in a short period of time!

Is this the disciple trained by Master Flamel? Truly a genius!
Nicholas's mouth gaped open, his gaze blank. Alchemy? You can do that? Is he getting old? Or is Fingel just exaggerating?

This time, even the elders like St. George and Sigurd began to lean towards Fingel. How could such a genius and such a young alchemist be connected to the Old Church? Nonsense!
This is absolutely a peerless treasure nurtured by our own secret society! The despicable old church can forget about getting involved!
The head of the Beowulf family was also a simpleton, doing whatever the head of the Sigurd family said. Seeing that the head of the Sigurd family was not pursuing the matter, he also crudely changed his tune: "Impressive, it seems I misunderstood."

"You can't blame me, after all, your abilities are too similar. It turns out you were imitating the abilities of the old church."

"So, it was all a misunderstanding. Fingel, I'll send someone to buy those seaside villas you wanted earlier right away. Which spots would you like to have a sea view from? And how about buying a yacht as well?"

Chu Zihang blinked. He hadn't said a word, and Fingel had already resolved all the school's doubts? He was really reliable, Senior Fingel.

Angers coughed. He had originally planned to personally cover for Chu Zihang and the other man, but it turned out he didn't need to; Fingel had already taken care of everything. "Alright, the misunderstanding is cleared up now..."

"Misunderstanding?" Pompeii persisted, interrupting Angers' speech.

"Principal Angers, don't be in such a hurry. Since our Fingel is such a genius, why don't you give him a demonstration on the spot?"

"Haha, let me make this clear first, it's not that I'm questioning anything, nor am I trying to make things difficult for Fingel. I completely trust you all, and it has nothing to do with the old church."

"I make this request out of pure curiosity, curiosity about this groundbreaking and ingenious alchemy, and I want to see it again."

“Pompeii.” Angers stopped smiling, his expression turning serious, like thunder hidden in dark clouds. Pompeii, however, was not afraid at all, and smiled as he met Angers’ gaze.

Some elders felt it was worth a look, while some board members worried that it would upset Fingel.

Just as everyone was hesitating, two voices suddenly came from outside the door: "Excuse me, excuse me, I've been missing for so long and I'm in a hurry to report to Principal Angers. Please make way for the little girl."

The voice was unfamiliar, sounding like that of a corporate slave, speaking politely to people, but Chu Zihang was taken aback.

Then comes the voice of Fingel's lover, Eva: "Don't ask me, I'm waiting for someone, not here to guard the door."

The door was kicked open before the words were even finished!

"boom!"

The door slammed against the wall, shaking violently. Everyone instinctively looked towards the doorway, but neither Elizabeth nor Charlotte recognized it.

But elders like St. George recognized the middle-aged man who had kicked down the door and barged into the meeting immediately—Chu Tianjiao!

Chu Tianjiao's appearance was quite poor. His beard had been growing wildly for who knows how long, stretching from his chin all the way to his Adam's apple. His hair, on the other hand, was neatly cut, a short buzz cut that looked like it had just been cut.

His attire was even stranger; he was wearing a dark green Kassel school uniform, plus beach shorts and oversized white flip-flops.

The middle-aged man in a school uniform looked odd, but Chu Tianjiao didn't care. As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Son, don't be afraid! Dad's here!"

"Let's see who dares to make things difficult for my son!"

(End of this chapter)