In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Perhaps because he was the only person with an Eastern-style Chinese character on the list of new students, he was the last one to be admitted. By the time he took the stage, all the students had found their place.

And so he naturally became the core of the academy—temporarily.

At this moment, all eyes were on him, even the nine elves surrounding Principal Cynthia turned their gazes toward him, warmly encouraging him to move forward.

...To be honest, he had never had any experience working in front of nearly a thousand people before; the closest he came was being a flag bearer during the Monday flag-raising ceremony. But because everyone before him had set a good example, Lu Mingfei wasn't intimidated. He simply walked up to the podium and took the card.

According to his memory, this card was called a college admission card. It served as proof of college admission, and was also equivalent to a student ID, bank card, student handbook... In short, it was quite important.

As he stroked the card, the base gradually changed. The pure white was gradually tinged with deep black, bright red grew from beneath the black, and gray emerged from the entanglement of black and white—the final card depicted was actually a painting with a classical feel!

It depicts not any knight, nobleman, scholar, or flowery fool, but a black dragon!

A layer of pristine white ice covered the mountain that pierced the sky, which was a deep, blood-red color. A torrential downpour poured down, each drop of water a vibrant crimson. In the painting, a colossal dragon lay motionless, its wings drooping to the foot of the mountain, its thick, pungent blood staining the entire icy peak.

Lu Mingfei traced the dragon's wings with his fingers, trying to analyze which academy the dragon should belong to.

"Hmm..." Cynthia looked at the cards and thought for a moment. "You choose—you can choose any academy and pick the one you want to go to."

This was also evident in the previous process: everyone's cards were different, and of course, some people had characteristics of both schools at the same time.

For example, a knight in magnificent armor, riding a fine horse, and accompanied by squires carrying flags, could be considered a student of the Knights' Academy, or of course, a student of the Noble Academy; a fool in a flowery robe sometimes doesn't carry a bag, but instead reads against a broken wall, and it's perfectly acceptable to call him a scholar.

Students tend to be particularly enthusiastic about students who have "chosen" their college, seemingly believing that students who possess the qualities of two or more colleges are more outstanding.

Even if the students' cards were strange, they were usually in human form. Lu Mingfei was the first to draw a giant dragon.

Lu Mingfei looked around, and the fools in flowery clothes didn't seem surprised. Most of them maintained their composure and looked at Lu Mingfei with expectant eyes.

The students in the Bachelor's Academy began to argue, and the higher-ranking students, in order not to disturb those around them, simply joined forces to set up a large-scale silencing array, preventing the noise from spreading.

Like the House of Fools, the Knights Academy looked at Lu Mingfei with the same expectant and even enthusiastic gaze. Ron, whom he had just met, even waved to him, indicating that Lu Mingfei should choose the Knights Academy.

But the center of the House of Nobles is another person.

Lu Mingfei looked around and saw that only a few of them were looking at him with enthusiasm, while most of them were surrounding a freshman.

The new student had platinum blonde hair and extremely sharp features, as if one glance was enough to etch him into one's memory.

With such a face, he was naturally arrogant. Even though Lu Mingfei could see that most people were secretly looking at him, he simply sat in his seat and waited for the ceremony to end in a proper manner, without making any attempt to talk to the people around him.

After taking one last look at the blond boy, Lu Mingfei waved to Rong En and said to Principal Cynthia:

"I've made up my mind, Principal Cynthia. I'm going to the Knights Academy."

"The Knights' Academy!"

The fireworks released by the nine elves formed a giant lance in the air.

Amidst the wild cheers of the Knights Academy, Lu Mingfei walked towards their dining table. He held the card used for house sorting face down in his hand, which gradually transformed into another card:

The knight mounted the dragon and, with a flap of its wings, flew away from the icy plains towards a land of spring warmth and blooming flowers.

Lu Mingfei walked towards the crowd of supporters, and Rong En hugged him tightly, patting his shoulder.

"We have a road! We have a road!"

Because Lu Mingfei's full name was too difficult for the children who spoke a language similar to English to pronounce, they simply said the first "Lu" to refer to Lu Mingfei.

But the cheers were only temporary. When Lu Mingfei sat down next to Rong En, all four academies fell silent, waiting for Principal Cynthia to proceed with the next step.

This elegant and refined lady, of course, wouldn't launch into a long, tedious lecture like an old woman's bound feet; she simply offered a couple of words of encouragement and then announced that they would move on to the next step—

banquet!

Principal Cynthia drew a magic card from the gourmet food series, and with a simple wave, she covered all the dining tables with exquisite delicacies.

Surrounded by countless delicious noodles with their enticing aromas, all the students temporarily forgot about everything else and happily feasted.

Lu Mingfei stared at the abundant food on the table and began to think about other things.

Roast beef, roast chicken, lamb chops, sausage, steak, Yorkshire pudding, baked creamy potatoes, gravy, tomato sauce...

Where is this style of eating from?

Lu Mingfei moved a plate of roasted chicken closer—it was clearly made in the style of beggar's chicken, requiring the removal of a layer of lotus leaves that had lost their green color to reveal the glistening chicken skin inside.

Lu Mingfei used his knife and fork to cleanly cut off a chicken leg, then turned his attention to something else.

Grilled beef is made by rolling up thick strips of fatty beef and grilling it over an open flame until it develops dark yellow char marks—this process preserves the tenderness of the beef while enhancing its flavor.

Without a doubt, every dish on this table, just like these two, was made using completely different techniques.

As for Principal Cynthia, she simply waved the card...

"Magic cards, how amazing!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, savoring the sweet taste of the meat being chewed.

Once I learn how to make these cards, will I be able to eat this level of food every day? I'll definitely have to put in 100% effort to learn!

"Hey buddy, you're Lu Mingfei? The 'Son of the Hero'?" Seeing that Lu Mingfei looked starving, Rong En brought him another braised pork knuckle from the center of the table. "I'm so lucky, I can find a legendary figure just by talking to anyone I meet..."

"What you're saying makes me blush." ​​Lu Mingfei cut a piece of meat from the pork knuckle and savored it carefully.

The pork knuckle wasn't stewed thoroughly enough, and it had a sour taste more like sauerkraut than what he was used to.

"Lu Mingfei." Rong En scurried up to Lu Mingfei like a thief, looking him up and down. "As the son of a hero, do you have anything... like, the kind of thing that makes you the protagonist in those bard stories?"

"Could you tell me about it? Oh, if not, it's okay, it's just my personal curiosity..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei slowly put down his knife and fork and turned his head away.

He hesitated whether to reveal everything about the entire network or just talk about the weekly soul projection—as for not saying anything? This option had never crossed Lu Mingfei's mind.

After all, he's still a child. He naturally wants to talk about good things and wants the people around him to look at him with envy.

"Of course there are—"