In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Upon hearing this, Tugluk stopped dwelling on the topic.

—Speaking of bloodlines, one must mention a special spellcasting profession in the past: the warlock. Although they could also cast spells, unlike mages, they relied on the power contained within their 'bloodlines'.

In other words, the magic they use can only be used by themselves, and they cannot even teach it to other sorcerers.

Therefore, mentioning "warlock" or "bloodline" in this context implies, "I don't understand this, so I can't teach you."

Whether he genuinely didn't understand or was pretending, he's already said something like that, so if you keep arguing with him, you're just being unreasonable.

Tugluk looked at the azure-green blood monster lying at Lu Mingfei's feet, and after organizing his thoughts, prepared to invite Lu Mingfei aside for a chat. But when he looked up, he saw Senior Sister Stella walking over with a stack of documents—

"Alright, it seems you have other things to do, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Actually, it's nothing 'other things'," Stella said with a polite smile, handing the documents to Lu Mingfei. "These are just some documents you need to sign to join the club..."

"Tugluk, you actually signed one too, do you want to take a look?"

"No need, no need," Tugluk quickly waved his hand. "My friend is calling me, I'll go first."

"Lu, my spirit is a beautiful blue dragon lady. If you want to find me, you can go to the desert."

Lu Mingfei nodded, shook hands with him one last time, and signed the joining documents.

These documents mainly include the rights that can be enjoyed, as well as the costs that must be paid to enjoy these rights, including authorization to collect scattered energy through the ley line device when active in the club area, the requirement to participate in duels organized by the Duel Club with each club as a team if qualified, and the need to maintain good manners when involved in club activities, etc.

The benefits include weekly free salons, discounts at several stores, lectures that test the network of this year's club committee, and so on.

Lu Mingfei checked it over and over again, making sure it was similar to what his senior had introduced before, and then signed his name.

"Alright, come with me, let me introduce you to some friends..."

-

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like the protagonist in "The Million Pound Note" who broke into high society.

Back on Earth, the cardinal would take him to concerts and teach him things, as well as show him classic movies and TV shows like "Gone with the Wind," "Yes, Minister," and "Hitler Is Back," with "The Million Pound Note" naturally included.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei didn't really feel any "refined artistic charm" in it, but since the red-robed monk wouldn't ask him to write a 600-word review, just watching the fun was enough.

But now, as Stella led him through small groups of three or five, and he only needed to beckon to the fledglings, they would abandon their masters and run to his arms, Lu Mingfei suddenly understood why a single check could garner such adoration—

He doesn't even need checks! Just by standing there, the dragon will spontaneously prostrate itself around him, and then the other club members will follow suit and circle around him...

"But it just feels really strange." Lu Mingfei gently controlled the dragon's head in his hand, making it face Stella along with him. "It's like... I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's just not a good feeling."

That's more than just not good; if looks could kill, you'd be torn to pieces by now.

Stella maintained a polite smile while simultaneously exchanging glances with those around her.

"The lady of the house has arrived!"

A gasp, neither loud nor soft, echoed through the hall. Lu Mingfei released the giant dragon from his hands and gently nudged it to leave.

The fledgling dragon, which had been so obedient just moments before, seemed to have lost its spirit: instead of leaving, it spread its wings slightly and stepped on Lu Mingfei's thigh a couple of times to make itself more comfortable...

Lu Mingfei had to use a lot of effort to lift it up and put it on the ground before he could stand up.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet her first." Stella gestured for Lu Mingfei to follow.

Even though news of Pandora's arrival has spread throughout the club, it doesn't mean the salon will officially open.

The people present here, numbering about twenty or so, are actually all club members, essentially those who are very familiar with the organizers of aristocratic salons.

They would arrive early before the salon to warm up the atmosphere and direct the organizers' servants (in this case, the magical elves) to make final preparations for the salon.

The hostess of the salon would arrive on time to conduct a final check before the salon began and to exchange some inside information with those present.

She also had another important task: to meet with newcomers who were capable of joining her social circle, like Lu Mingfei.

Guests at the salon are expected to arrive 20 minutes to an hour late.

By this time, the atmosphere in the salon was already quite lively, so you could immediately jump into the discussion without worrying about awkward silences.

Lu Mingfei's mind raced as he imagined what kind of person this Pandora senior would be.

Her name... well, it wasn't exactly a household name. At least for a student like Lu Mingfei, who was oblivious to the world around him, her image was still that of a 'senior,' a 'summoner of dragon spirits,' and a 'perennial winner on the dueling arena'...

Perhaps Ron knows more? After all, a duelist with both good looks and strength would undoubtedly be a worthy candidate for dueling enthusiasts like them.

"There's really no need to be afraid. She's actually a very forgiving person." Stella gently stroked Lu Mingfei's hair. "In the past six months, she hasn't rejected a single qualified person from joining Dragon's Claw—"

"Although you don't have a single dragon spirit, I can see the enthusiasm those cards left behind by your predecessors have for you. If you invite them, they would probably fight tooth and nail to serve you..."

"—Oh, speaking of which, you should take one first. If anyone does bring this up, at least it means you have a dragon-type magical spirit. The discussion will then turn to whether a dragon-type spirit left behind by a senior member from within the club can become a club member..."

"If we're going to talk about it, the next step in the discussion will be whether or not to open the club's interior to the public. After all, without someone to explain, you can't see the fledgling dragon left behind by the predecessors..."