Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 51 The Attic Watchman

When Lu Mingfei returned to his dormitory, a strong smell of fried chicken wafted out as soon as he opened the door.

"Oh! Junior brother, you're back! How was your date?"

Fingel spat out the chicken bone from his mouth, grabbed a cloth to wipe his greasy hands, and greeted Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei snatched the bucket of fried chicken from his hand, then leaped up, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his large hands, honed in the borderlands, gripping the German blond giant's neck like iron pincers:

"I'll strangle you! I asked you to book a table for me, not to book the whole place! It's a Michelin three-star restaurant!"

Fingel's face flushed red, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat as he patted Lu Mingfei's arm with his hand.

"Junior brother, listen to me... let me explain."

"Explain what!"

Lu Mingfei said fiercely:
"What if I go bankrupt? Wait, what are you using to wipe your hands?"

He released his hands, carefully avoiding the grease, and picked up the exquisite "rag" with his fingers:
"Why does this thing look like a handmade scarf?"

Fingel, having caught his breath, said:
"That's right, this is a handmade scarf."

"who?"

"yours."

"mine?"

Lu Mingfei pointed to himself in surprise:

"I don't remember having such a scarf."

Fingel said slowly:
"It was given to you by Eleanor von Stirling, a member of the student council. Today is February 14th, Valentine's Day, which is supposed to be a day for boys to give gifts to girls they like."

But these days it's not so formal. Since you, junior brother, aren't giving them gifts, they'll have to give you gifts instead.

Lu Mingfei clutched the light gray cashmere scarf, stained with oil, his fingers trembling slightly. The embroidery along the edges of the scarf was soaked with fried chicken sauce, giving it an eerie sheen under the dormitory's overhead light.

"You fucking explain yourself! I never accepted this kind of gift!"

"This is a gift from the female students!"

Fingel deftly dodged the flying chicken bone and raised his baguette to parry:

"They started stuffing love letters into the dorm at 3 PM, and by 5 PM they were piled up blocking the door! If I hadn't sacrificed myself to act as a guard at the door..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei had already lifted the curtains.

A pile of chocolate gift boxes collapsed with a crash, and a Vacheron Constantin watch gleamed faintly in the rubbish heap. A two-meter-tall teddy bear lay askew on the pillow, with "To Ricardo" written in lipstick around its neck.

"Then why did you use the scarf someone gave you to wipe your hands? How am I supposed to return it to her?"

Lu Mingfei said angrily.

Fingel patted him on the shoulder:

"Oh, junior brother, the young ladies of Kassel College are all rich and noble. If you return them, they will only think that you are looking down on them. Just accept them out of kindness."

As for wiping your hands with the scarf, I was just trying to help you, junior brother!

The big German man looked at him with genuine affection:
"You went on a date with the 'Queen of Vacuum' on Valentine's Day, so these gifts are probably useless. The others are fine, but this kind of handmade scarf is absolutely unacceptable!"

As your brother, I'm afraid you might wear the wrong accessory one day and ruin your wonderful marriage with the Russian beauty!

"I believe you."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and slowly said:

"Since you care about me so much, senior brother, then help me get rid of all these gifts. Keep the ones you can use, and quietly sell the ones you can't. The food is all yours."

Lu Mingfei picked up the teddy bear by its ears:

"No matter what method you use, you have to make these things disappear from the dormitory without a sound!"

"Understood!" Fingel gave a solemn military salute.

"And junior brother, I really didn't order that restaurant to be booked. You know me, if I had that kind of influence, I wouldn't have ended up like this today."

"That is how the matter?"

Lu Mingfei asked subconsciously.

"I told Caesar that you were going to have a date in Red Maple Harbor, a restaurant owned by the Gattuso family."

He generously offered to book the entire venue and waive all your expenses for the night. I figured no one would make you pay in the end, right?

It seems to be true?
Lu Mingfei thought the restaurant would send him the bill afterward, since the restaurant did have a college background, how could a student possibly skip out on the bill?

But something seems off?
Lu Mingfei reacted instantly, leaping forward again and clamping down hard on Fingel:

"Didn't you take my hush money? Didn't you say you'd use your connections? How come you still managed to sell me out in the end?!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Fingel by the neck and shook him, the German's head slamming against the bedpost with a dull thud.

"I never said who you went on a date with!"

Fingel's legs kicked wildly in mid-air:
"When Caesar received the message, he praised you for your Italian romanticism."
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When Angers pushed open the wooden door of the clock tower attic, the night watchman was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tequila and flipping through the latest issue of Playboy.

The principal leisurely slammed a thick stack of reports onto his messy desk, which was covered with all sorts of Western movies.

"Hey! Angers, what brings you here?"

The old cowboy raised his tequila and greeted his old friend.

"have a look."

Angers nodded, signaling to the old man to pay attention to what he had brought.

"what?"

The night watchman asked, picking up the report.

"Lu Mingfei's physical fitness and combat test reports were directly withheld from the Equipment Department and haven't even reached the Board of Directors yet."

The night watchman tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, then put the bottle down, the bottom of the glass hitting the table with a crisp sound.

He picked up the neatly bound report, his pupils darting rapidly between the various data charts.

"His peak explosive power is five times that of a standard Grade A? His bone density is close to that of a dragon subspecies, not bad!"

He whistled:

"In terms of physical strength alone, this kid is even more formidable than you were in your youth."

Angers fiddled with the delicate folding knife in his hand, without replying.

The rain pattered softly outside the window, while the sound of pages turning echoed continuously in the quiet attic.

The sound suddenly stopped.

“Something’s wrong”

The old cowboy frowned, the dim light making the wrinkles on his face appear even deeper.

His gaze lingered on a line in the report:

"Based on the latest data, Lu Mingfei's current strength assessment: bloodline rating S, physical fitness close to 87.2% of Principal Angers' peak period."

The watchman's boot heel slid off the videocassette of "Noon," and he gripped the edge of the report:
"This kid looks like just an ordinary S-class hybrid, right?"

He barely meets the threshold of a 'super hybrid,' and his combat strength is not even as good as yours, old man.

How did he manage to kill Norton all by himself?

Angers slowly opened his mouth:
"The mission report for 'Project Bronze' states that the Storm torpedo severely damaged Norton."

(End of this chapter)