In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Lu Mingfei picked up the head of the green dragon—'Azure Bloodrage'—and placed it on his lap, stroking it intermittently.

This statement touches on things Lu Mingfei is unaware of, such as the eight-pointed star and the devil, which he plans to learn about after today's events are over.

Of course, he would let the red-robed acolyte read the original text first, and then he would read the conclusions given by the red-robed acolyte.

Make good use of the surrounding resources. Since the red-robed acolytes can help him solve the complicated selection process, he should naturally make reasonable use of the red-robed acolytes' labor, since the magical elves don't need to pay wages.

Lu Mingfei made up his mind, then looked up and asked, "Senior, is this all there is to joining the club? Aren't there any other procedures?"

"Oh, of course there's more. You'll also need to fill out a form." Stella summoned a magical spirit, chatted with it for a couple of minutes, then turned back to her. "Once you fill out the form, that's it."

"We'll issue you a badge, which is proof that you received discounts at stores that partner with us, and that's it."

"Hmm... The Dragon's Claw gathering is held in a 'salon' format. Desserts and drinks are laid out there, unlimited, and you can freely find some like-minded people to ask them about card making, or simply chat—"

"The hostess of the salon is Pandora Bruis, a permanent member of the 'Dragon's Claw' club. She won't be here for a while, and I'll introduce you to her."

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, watching Stella walk away.

— Salons, in their earliest form, were gatherings held by ladies in the living rooms of their homes, often focusing on art, literature, painting, music, and the like.

Later, it gradually came to be a general term for all "small meetings not held at a conference table," where participants could stand in twos and threes without having to follow a seating arrangement like in a formal meeting, and could speak freely.

Even if they are not at the conference table, the meeting must have a 'host'—that is, the salon owner. He or she will choose the topic of the meeting, and in the salons held in such clubs, she will also introduce the new members.

—The Knights Academy has a similar thing, a discussion held every weekend around the campfire. Lu Mingfei participated in it in the second week, so he wasn't intimidated this time.

As Lu Mingfei pondered and recalled these prerequisites, the other members of the club were also sizing him up.

Even among all the clubs in St. Marian, the "Dragon's Claw" club ranks among the best. Like the dragons they admire, they are few in number, and each one is an elite—

So, upon seeing a senior member of the club bring in a new student no one recognized, they all exchanged glances, trying to figure out what was going on.

Its azure bloodlust, even though it is currently only a fledgling dragon, no one would attempt to deny its innate sharp intelligence and cunning instincts far exceeding those of its peers—

Among the numerous dragon-type magical spirits forming a 'mini-dragon society,' Azure Bloodrage is undoubtedly the top predator! It can even subdue some blue dragons and use this to create its own power!

Didn't you see that after it climbed up to Lu Mingfei's side, no other dragons tried to come over to compete for his favor?

—Wait a minute, isn't it a bit strange to use this standard as the basis for making it the leader of the green dragon?

The senior's thoughts were in turmoil for a moment, but he ultimately maintained his composure, simply gesturing for Lu Mingfei to stand up with the help of his hand.

"Hello, junior, are you a freshman?"

"I'm a first-year student from the Knight Academy." Lu Mingfei accepted the senior's help. "By the way, when are we going to stop wearing this 'freshman' label? It's already been a month."

"Actually, it takes a semester, half a year, before you can get the title of 'first-year student' from the senior students. By then, you have all adapted to the school's classroom discipline and academic life. The students who are not doing well can work hard to catch up, while the students who are doing well are trying to find their own direction. That's when you get the title of 'first-year student'."

The senior looked at Lu Mingfei with surprise in his eyes, "But there are always some people who are exceptionally talented, like you. To be able to build a good relationship with 'Azure Bloodrage' so quickly, you must have a very high level of expertise in dragon studies—"

"So, what's your name, first-year student at the Knights Academy?"

"Lu Mingfei".

"Hmm...the son of a hero?" Upon hearing the name, the senior student paused for a moment before asking in return. Lu Mingfei gently stroked the neck of the green dragon in his hand, causing it to comfortably squint its eyes.

"Yes—speaking of which, I received such a huge cheer at the entrance ceremony, so why do I feel like not many people actually recognize me when I walk around Traveler's Street a couple of times?"

"This hurt me a lot, as if everyone else was just making such a big fuss to show their support..."

"Oh, actually no—this is the first time I've seen you. I've only heard stories about you before, like the son of a hero, a born pious person, a young monk..." The senior shrugged. "I'm Tughluk, a third-year student in the Bachelor's Academy. I don't have a surname."

"Regarding the entrance ceremony, only second-year students and upperclassmen who are short of credits actually attend. People like me, who have credits from the final grade of the first year, plus credits earned from research and assignments, will not attend the ceremony."

"On the one hand, the ceremony wasn't really worth seeing, and we'd be better off spending that time in the library; on the other hand, we don't need any credits, so we might as well give it to those who do."

As Lu Mingfei stroked the bones of Zhanqing Xuebao, he seemed to be deep in thought—at the entrance ceremony, there were two hundred freshmen alone, and with two hundred people divided into four colleges, each college would only have fifty people.

If there are this many new students every academic year, then the entire auditorium would have to hold more than a thousand people.

These thousand-plus people couldn't be crammed together like in a high school on Earth. They needed to eat and have banquets, and not in individual servings, but communally at four long tables...

Thinking about it that way, the auditorium really is a bit too small.

As Tuglük said, that makes a lot of sense.

"Since you are the son of a hero—then, judging from your appearance, some of the legends about 'dragons' in the hero's tales do seem to be quite accurate and credible?" Tughluk's gaze swept over Lu Mingfei, scrutinizing him. "Or do you have some special method that makes dragons naturally drawn to you?"

After a moment's thought, Lu Mingfei gave an answer: "It's bloodline."