Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 233 already told you to be careful.

“Mr. Angers, we are delighted with your and Kassel College’s achievements and believe this is an excellent time to revisit our collaboration.”

The young man spoke in a gentle, confident tone, persuadingly:

“You killed Norton and may even have obtained his remains, which proves that the Secret Society possesses power we never imagined. We are pleased to see this; dragons are our common enemy.”

"This really doesn't exist."

A voice suddenly sounded.

The young man was taken aback and looked up.

It turned out to be the student who had come with Angers to broaden his horizons. He had an Asian face, looked somewhat listless, and was holding a small cake he had taken from the banquet, with clear teeth marks on it.

The young man quickly remembered his identity.

Lu Mingfei, a rising S-class star of the Secret Party, is a sophomore at Kassel College. He is said to have delivered the most fatal blow to Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, on the Three Gorges. He also once fought a suddenly awakened second-generation species in Germany. His record is verifiable.

Angers thinks highly of him and seems to be grooming him as his successor; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought him to this occasion.

However, judging from his appearance, he was just an ordinary, even somewhat rude, loser, lacking any of the air of an upper-class person.
Looks like another barbarian.

The young man dismissed him dismissively and turned his attention back to Angers.

Angers swirled his wine glass, remaining noncommittal.

The young man continued, his attitude growing increasingly arrogant:
"We are willing to offer generous assistance to this common cause, but we also expect reasonable returns. After the end of the dragon race's history, a new era will belong to all hybrids. Power should be shared, not monopolized by any one party. As long as Kassel is willing to talk about sharing, we will never hesitate to support our friends."

"Sharing? What exactly does that mean?"

Angers raised his eyebrows.

“First and foremost, the Holy Grail… or rather, ‘that trophy’… cannot be kept by you alone.”

The young man stared intently at Angers.

"Oh? How should we divide it? Grilled or stewed?"

Angers chuckled softly.

"Putting aside that unfunny joke, you know what I mean," the young man said firmly, "our condition is that the spoils are split 50/50 between you and us."

“We put in more effort, and the students are also waiting for their meals, so half might not be enough to go around.”

Angers' tone remained calm, but his eyes were slightly cold.

"We are expressing our sincerity in cooperating, not bargaining!"

The young man seemed to have run out of patience; his voice rose slightly, carrying a sense of pressure.

"Hey!"

The young man named Lu Mingfei shouted:
"Watch your attitude!"

The young man ignored him.

In this sacred negotiation, this country bumpkin-like Asian boy was clearly out of the running.

“We are bargaining,” Angers said calmly. “Although we are all hybrids, for the past few centuries, we have been the only ones fighting against the dragons. Our fellow immigrants to America established schools, manufactured weapons, gathered intelligence, and explored ruins here, which led to the creation of the Kassel College.”
And you transported the gold you plundered from the Native Americans back to Europe, had it made into jewelry to wear on prostitutes, dance and flirt with them, and buy property for your families, so your business grew bigger and bigger. The number of our comrades lost in this war could fill the beaches of Santa Monica with white crosses.

"Having paid so much, of course we have to bargain." Henkel coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock in the argument.

“Alright, alright,” the young man took a deep breath, suppressing his displeasure, and put on a gentle smile again, “We are happy to acknowledge the significant sacrifices made by the Secret Party, and will pay a reasonable amount for it.”

How reasonable is it?

Angers seemed somewhat interested.

The young man felt hopeful, and his smile grew even brighter and more alluring.
"The entire mixed-race society will welcome you, and trade routes around the world will be open to you. We will use intermarriage to strengthen our bloodlines and produce even more superior offspring."

Most importantly, we will provide your dragon-slaying plan with our full support. With the Secret Party alone, every encounter with the Dragon King is a life-or-death challenge.

With our involvement, while we can't say victory is guaranteed, wouldn't our chances of winning increase significantly?

He paused:

"Furthermore, regarding you personally... we know that although you are the principal of Kassel College, you are by no means the most powerful member of the board of directors. Some people are dissatisfied with you, but they are simply jealous of your excellence. If you can push our proposal through the board of directors and pass it, we will also send someone to join the board with a huge donation to fully support you. Kassel College, you should undoubtedly be the one with all the power."

The young man stared intently at Angers' expression, but Angers remained expressionless.

Angers closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly back, and gently tapped the leather armrest with his hand, as if waiting for something to happen.

No one knew what he was waiting for.

He was determined to make this negotiation the most impactful one, patting the back of Angers' chair:
“Look ahead, Principal! We remember our dead friends, but let’s not overcharge the dead.”

We cannot dwell on our grief forever. Our greatest way to remember them is to enjoy the peaceful life they brought us. As the future unfolds, why cling to past disagreements? Once the dragons are extinct, hybrids will be at the top of the evolutionary tree, and humans will be no match for us.

The young man took a deep breath:
"We will become...the new dragons!"

"So you mean you want to be the emperor?"

The annoying sound rang out again.

"Not me, but us. We will be the rulers of the new world."

The young man explained impatiently, turning his head to Angers and saying:

“Your students seem a bit too lively. This is a negotiation between the Secret Service and a North American mixed-race family; it's sacred—”

Angers ignored him and instead began humming a song in a daze.

The young people waiting for his answer were stunned, but they recognized the song as Wagner's aria "Die Rheingolde" from the Ring of the Nibelung.

The moment the song began.

boom!
A muffled, loud bang suddenly exploded!

A violent gust of air suddenly erupted, blowing the meticulously styled hair of the new-era nobles, yet without knocking anything down.

The ornately decorated walls of the lounge suddenly shook, and plaster dust fell in a flurry.

Everyone turned around in horror, only to see that the young man who had been so full of vigor just moments before was now embedded firmly into the wall in a "T" shape!
The hard plaster wall cracked with spiderweb-like fissures around him.

His eyes rolled back, clearly indicating he was completely unconscious. His meticulously groomed hair and mustache were covered in white dust, making him look utterly disheveled.

I already told you to be careful.

(End of this chapter)