Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 236 S-Rank Hybrid, Dragon Eater, Storm Knight
"what about the taste?"

"It's alright, but the outer layer is a bit overcooked and the fascia wasn't cleaned properly, so the chewiness is a little off."

Lu Ming's unprofessional commentary made Angers raise an eyebrow:
"It can't compare to Old Zhang's cooking at our school cafeteria."

"You can actually tell by the taste."

"I'm a foodie, so I have to be able to appreciate everything."

Lu Mingfei forked a piece of meat:

"Besides, using your brain is quite energy-consuming, so you need to replenish it."

Use your brain?
Angers paused for a moment, then began to recall which step in the hall required him to think.

At this moment, a well-dressed, slightly nervous middle-aged man quickly walked to their table and bowed slightly:
“Principal Angers, Mr. Lu. Mr. Henkel instructed me to bring you two a small gift as an apology.”

He was followed by two waiters, one carrying a bottle of what looked like an expensive bottle of aged Macallan whisky, and the other holding an exquisite cedar box with the lid open, revealing a bottle of fine Cuban Cohiba cigars.

Angers nodded slightly:

"Han Gao is too kind. Please convey my gratitude and wish that young man a speedy recovery."

The middle-aged man visibly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed again, and quietly left with the waiter.

“Look,” Angers raised his glass to Lu Mingfei, “this is the expression of 'humility.' They understand.”

Lu Mingfei glanced at the bottle of wine and the cigar, but showed little interest, and continued to focus on his lamb chops.
"Oh. Can I get cash for the alcohol and cigarettes? Or can I exchange them for cafeteria meal vouchers?"

Angers chuckled and shook his head:

"Sometimes I really don't understand if you're genuinely greedy and love money, or if it's just a... pretense."

Lu Mingfei looked up, a little sauce still on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Angers and suddenly asked out of the blue:
"Principal, you said... where is the wheel of history headed after crushing so many people?"

Angers paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

He looked at Lu Mingfei, whose eyes appeared exceptionally clear under the bright lights of the banquet hall, as if he were truly pondering a philosophical question.

“I don’t know where it will ultimately go, Mingfei,” Angers said slowly. “I only know that we cannot let it head in the direction of the dragon’s revival.”

"Those guys who call themselves old friends will soon become our enemies if we can kill all four monarchs... I mean, if. The day the last dragon king falls in a pool of blood... will be the day the hybrids start fighting each other."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, gently poking at the food on his plate with his fork. After a long while, he said softly:

"Oh."

Angers paused, then said to the overly composed young man in front of him:

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged:

"Then let's fight. It's always been like this, with warlords fighting and power being reshuffled."

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he came from such an era.

Angers tilted his head back and drank the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Mingfei, have you ever thought about your reason for living in this world?"

Now it was Lu Mingfei's turn to be stunned.

Is there a reason to live in this world?
"do not know."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked out the window at the endless night.

He said softly:
"I'm still looking, but I already have a direction."

Angers smiled and said, "I thought you'd say 'cars, money, and girls.' I heard that your business with Fingel is booming on campus, and you really like the Bugatti Veyron that Caesar lost to you. You not only have a good relationship with a pretty Russian classmate, but you're also living with an innocent junior now."

Lu Mingfei almost choked on a mouthful of mutton, and quickly drank some champagne to get it down. His expression was quite interesting.

"Principal! Where did you hear this gossip? Is Fingel's news agency making things up again? Zero and I are just ordinary classmates, and as for my junior sister, she's just someone who's always willing to help."

Angers smiled like an old fox, slowly pouring himself another glass of wine:

"Really? But you often dined with Ling when you were at school, and as for that junior, didn't you already book a hotel room with her?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Principal, is the school board aware of your keen interest in students' private lives? And using such vulgar terms like 'pure,' 'hotel room,' and all that other nonsense, you're certainly keeping up with the times."

"It is the principal's responsibility to care about the students' all-round development."

Angers spoke with righteous indignation, then his eyes glazed over, as if his thoughts had drifted to the distant end of time:

"When I was in Cambridge, people's aesthetic sense was different from now. Girls wore long white silk dresses and Oxford-style white-soled high heels. I would stand by the Bridge of Sighs, holding a book of poetry, pretending to read, watching the girls walk past me, hoping the wind would lift their long white silk dresses,"

The old man blew out a wisp of smoke, a wistful expression on his face:
"Their beautiful calves were showing. Oh my god! It was amazing! I felt like I was born for that moment!"

"You sound exactly like me, don't you?"

"But they're all dead now, and sometimes I bring a bouquet of white roses to visit their graves."

The old man said quietly.

"Your transition was a bit abrupt."

The old man ignored him and continued his story:

“I still go back to Cambridge often, but there is no one I recognize on that campus anymore, and all the evidence that I studied there has been erased by time.”

I can't exactly pull out my old graduation certificate and tell people I graduated from Cambridge Theological Seminary in 1897; they'd think I was crazy or a monster.

I told people that I was just a tourist who longed to visit Cambridge when I was young.

Walking alone on campus, watching students coming and going in T-shirts and sneakers, carrying various handheld electronic devices, they no longer discuss poetry, religion, and art, but are focused on how to find a job in the City of London.

But what about those I cherish? What about the girls I admired? What about their beautiful white silk dresses and Oxford-style white-soled high heels? What about the plum tree where we used to discuss Shelley's poems under its shade? They've all become history in old photographs.

I brushed past the young people, like a lonely soul who had traveled a century.

Angers paused:
How do you interpret 'the sorrow of blood'?

Blood sorrow?

Lu Mingfei swallowed the food in his mouth and looked thoughtful.

Blood sorrow?

He never understood.

Is there any mixed-race person in the world with a more complicated situation than Lu Mingfei?
He lived in the world of ordinary people for eighteen years, experiencing Chinese-style education both physically and mentally, until one day someone told him that he was of mixed race.

As a result, after spending less than half a semester in the world of mixed races, I was thrown into that godforsaken place, the border region, for military training. The boundary between life and death became completely blurred, and my sense of time disappeared.

He shuttles back and forth between two worlds, his mental age is beyond comprehension, killing and death are as simple to him as eating and drinking.

Is he an ordinary person?
No.

He is an S-class hybrid, a Dragon Eater, and a Storm Knight.

(End of this chapter)