Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

You can borrow Mr. Ender's weapons for a lifetime; when you return them, you only need to pay a few gems, no deposit required.

"The interest rate is even lower than a demand deposit; have you ever seen such a good loan shark?"

"Did you get it, senior brother?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

Fingel, however, changed the subject: "Did you see Chu Zihang's samurai sword? It's called Murasame, and it was given to his father by Mr. Ander back then."

The blade sprays water droplets with every swing, and after a cut, water mixed with blood flows down—it looks incredibly cool.

Fingel made a gesture of wielding a knife, his words filled with envy.

"Then Mr. Ender gave me a knife that could shoot fire. He told me it was called 'Village Fire'."

Because a knife that can withstand rain is called "village rain," while a knife that can catch fire can only be called "village fire."

At this point, Fingel gave a resentful look: "I said I didn't want such a corny name and suggested renaming this sword the Netherworld Flame Demon Sword, but he said no, this name is more appropriate for this sword."

"I didn't take any of them. The name 'Village Fire' is too strange, and most importantly..."

"What's the most important thing?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Most importantly, I don’t think I can pay back the interest on the weapons loan, so let’s just forget about it.” Fingel gave a helpless smile. “I’m barely making ends meet, I can’t afford to pay it back.”

"Isn't it supposed to be a lifetime loan?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously. "Then why don't you just save up more money?"

“Carrying debt for a lifetime, that’s terrifying.” Fingel shuddered. “I’m going to the Cuban branch, smoking cigars, hugging beautiful women, and all the fighting and killing will be none of my business.”

“Later, Mr. Ander gave me a job, so theoretically he was my boss.” Fingel paused for a moment. “So you’re my young master?”

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei asked, confused. "What kind of job?"

"Well, it's hard to say. You should know in a few days. Anyway, remember to give me a bonus. It's been quite tiring working here for so many years."

“Alright.” Lu Mingfei shrugged. “If I have the chance, I’ll try my best to rename that knife the Netherworld Flame Demon Knife, if Uncle De allows it.”

"But after all you've said, you still haven't told me what Uncle De does. Does he just drink, chat, eat, and gossip all day?" Lu Mingfei asked, finding it hard to imagine Uncle De standing on the podium giving a serious lecture.

Fingel gave a helpless look: "What you said is pretty much true. Mr. Ander is a technical talent, just like my mentor. Most of the time he doesn't have to do anything."

He was quite accomplished in alchemy; the alchemical array at our school was a collaborative effort between him and my mentor.

"I really couldn't tell." Lu Mingfei nodded. "So, who's your mentor?"

“Vice Principal, alchemy master, I chose his topic, and I couldn’t graduate because I couldn’t finish it, that damn dragon neurology.”

Lu Mingfei scrutinized Fingel's appearance for a while, as if he were meeting his roommate for the first time.

"What are you looking at? I was an A-level student back then, unlike now, a repeat student with an F-level." Fingel said irritably.

Fingel seemed to remember something and said to Lu Mingfei, "Why don't you become my junior? You're Mr. Ander's junior, so your advisor definitely won't hold you back on your thesis. Maybe we can graduate together that way."

Lu Mingfei: Dame Des

Chapter 155 Invitation

While chatting with Fingel, Lu Mingfei finished the meal Zero had given him, then lay down on the bed and slept soundly. When he woke up, it was already around five or six in the afternoon.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, which was still groggy from sleep, and struggled to get up to drink some water. The cool water made him feel a little better.

Lu Mingfei was awakened by a knock on the door. As a responsible lower bunkmate, it was his duty to open the door for anyone coming to the dormitory. After all, you can't expect Fingel to get up from the upper bunk.

"Who is it?" Lu Mingfei staggered, holding onto the bedside as he opened the door. "Looking for Fingel?"

"No, I came to see you." Dressed in loose casual clothes, with long golden hair and the expression of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) on his face, Caesar Gattuso stood in the doorway. "It's about what happened this morning."

"B-Big brother, I didn't mean to..." Lu Mingfei's head started to throb again. "Um... is senior sister alright...?"

"I treated her; she just bit her tongue." Caesar still had that same expression. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Oh...right, senior, please come in, please come in." Lu Mingfei made an inviting gesture, and it seemed that Caesar did not come to interrogate him.

"Senior, you also know medicine?" Lu Mingfei complimented him a few times. "That's really amazing."

“I’m a priest, so casting a healing spell is pretty easy for me.” Caesar picked up a chair and sat down. Fingel peeked out to greet him, then shrank back inside. It was game time, and no one was going to bother him.

"Ah, well, senior, we still have to believe in science." As a good kid raised under the red flag, Lu Mingfei's values ​​were still very normal. "We still need to let senior go to a proper hospital to get checked out, and pray that it can't be cured."

But unfortunately, this world itself is not quite normal. When Caesar heard Lu Mingfei's words, he grinned and said, "This is my scientific method, at least the effect is immediate."

Don't worry, Nono knows you didn't mean it, she doesn't blame you, but...

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat when he heard Caesar's meaningful pause. Could it be that he was asking him for medical expenses?

"Senior, please don't stop, you're making me nervous." Lu Mingfei scratched his pants, waiting anxiously.

Caesar cleared his throat before speaking slowly and deliberately: "Nono is the Minister of Organization in our student council."

But as you know, the Organization Department has a ton of work; they're always busy and can't find the time to spare.

so……"

Hearing an Italian say that speaking Mandarin with retroflex endings is a rare thing, Lu Mingfei patted his chest and assured Caesar, "So do you need my help? No problem, I'm still very good at moving files."

Back in the literary society, Lu Mingfei helped with many activities, running around and moving all sorts of tables, chairs, books, and newspapers.

In Lu Mingfei's view, since he had injured someone else's girlfriend's tongue, it was necessary to help her apologize.

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's affirmative answer, Caesar extended his hand to him: "Welcome to the Student Council, S-rank."

Lu Mingfei shook hands with him as if by reflex, only then realizing belatedly that he seemed to have boarded Caesar's pirate ship.

"Um, boss, you didn't do this on purpose..."

Caesar casually opened the door and called out to Lu Mingfei, who was still standing there, "There's a dance party at Norton Hall after military training. Remember to come, bring your dance partner, you're a rising star in the student council!"

Fingel peeked out from under the covers and said quietly, "Congratulations, from now on we're colleagues."

“I feel like I’ve been tricked…” Lu Mingfei said to Fingel as he closed the dormitory door.

"Don't feel guilty. You've been tricked. The new S-class students are like a piece of tender beef. Both the Student Council and the Lionheart Society want to have a taste."

It now appears that the student council president won by playing the emotional card!

"Hail Julius Caesar! Long live Caesar!"

Fingel got out of bed while making strange cheering gestures.

"I'm going to post this news on the forum. The Lionheart Society is too honest. These days you have to play some tricks."

Lu Mingfei felt a little uneasy, recalling what Lao Tang had told him years ago: that some student associations in the United States had very elaborate initiation ceremonies.

"You have to be careful when you join, they might drag you into a orgy party." Old Tang said with a serious face, "Don't think it's a good thing, be careful your chrysanthemum won't be safe."

Back then, Lu Mingfei thought Old Tang was really knowledgeable, but now he feels he's too young.

It just goes to show how sophisticated foreign methods are; Lu Mingfei, this young man, is still too inexperienced.

“Um, Finger… senior,” Lu Mingfei forced a humble smile, “the student council doesn’t have any strange initiation ceremonies, does it?”

Fingel looked at him with surprise: "That kind of ritual?"

"Like those kinds of groups of people who aren't wearing clothes and are hugging each other..."

"Such a good thing?" Fingel jumped out of bed. "Who told you that?"

“A friend told me that student councils in the US are really chaotic,” Lu Mingfei said, still dressed. “Kassel won’t be like that, will it?”

“What are you thinking? Kassel has strict rules. Alcohol abuse, weeding, and group sex are all prohibited.” Fingel lay down again. “They’ll also give you safety training and hand out condoms and stuff.”

"We're a legitimate organization, we don't do fraternity stuff like that, sending you to sleep with pigs or anything."

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about what he had seen and heard in the small chapel, he realized that joining the student council wasn't such a bad thing after all.

While Lu Mingfei was chatting and joking with Fingel, dreaming about his future life in college, Chen Motong, whose tongue he had bumped, was sitting on a chair in the chapel, looking at the man in front of her.

“Mr. Ander, I was badly hit by Lu Mingfei, look.” Chen Motong stuck out her tongue and pointed to the healed red mark, saying, “It hurt so much.”

“Oh, really?” Ander’s reaction was indifferent. “Then go find him. Children should handle their own affairs.”

Chen Motong's smile vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. Her innate ability to profile told her that the person in front of her was extremely dangerous and harbored inexplicable hostility towards her.

Chen Motong's earlier coquettish gesture failed to ease the atmosphere, and she knew that today would be a difficult day for her.

“Ms. Gulweg, you can listen too.” Ander stopped talking to Chen Motong and called over Gulweg, who was wiping the window. “It’s about Caesar.”

Gulvig carefully folded the rag in her hand, walked over and sat down next to Chen Motong. She didn't quite understand why Ander would suddenly come to find Chen Motong, but she still instinctively believed in the man who had changed her fate.

“I’ve received some news,” Ander’s words made Chen Motong hold her breath: “Chen Motong is the wife chosen by the Gattuso family for Caesar.”

Chapter 156 False Love

Chen Motong sat on a church pew. It was only early autumn, but she felt as if she had been plunged into an ice cave.

“I was chosen by the Gattuso family…” She subconsciously played with her hair. Chen Motong was not just a pretty face; her innate talent made her extremely sensitive, and she thought of some unpleasant things.

Gulweg, standing to the side, had a somewhat ambiguous look in her eyes. As the former matriarch of the Gattuso family, she was well aware of the Gattuso family's extremely low standards and their emphasis on outstanding heirs.

In her view, it was perfectly reasonable for the Gattuso family to find a fiancée for Caesar, just as it had been for her and Pompeii.

“But I didn’t know Caesar at all before I came here, and I didn’t fall in love with her because of the Gattuso family,” Chen Motong said firmly.

Ander shook his head. In an unscientific world, love is like soil, capable of being reshaped and changed in countless ways.

“You might think I believe you’re a woman who has ulterior motives in approaching Caesar,” Ander tapped his fingers on the table in an incomprehensible rhythm. “But Ms. Chen Motong, have you ever considered that your love is actually being manipulated?”

"What do you mean?" Chen Motong rubbed a strand of hair in frustration. "I love him, without the slightest falsehood."

“Don’t be so sure.” Ander stopped tapping his fingers. “You know, as far as I know, there are hundreds of ways to make two strangers fall in love, especially when both of them are quite good.”

This is especially true for mixed-race individuals; even the Japanese counselor Masashi Tomiyama in that psychological counseling room could subtly influence people's minds.

"Don't even mention falling in love with a handsome man or a beautiful woman, I'd fall for a pig or a dog too."

Ander leaned closer, his yellow vertical pupils fixed on Chen Motong's eyes: "Now tell me, can you still be sure that your love is completely genuine?"

Chen Motong certainly knew Masashi Tomiyama. This psychological counselor's Word of Power was hypnosis, and he was responsible for counseling students with psychological problems or erasing the memories of unrelated people.

If memories can be rewritten, then what is impossible about one's own feelings?

"I don't understand," Chen Motong said, sounding like a helpless little girl. "What... what's the benefit? I mean, what does the Gattuso family see in me? My shooting skills, my driving skills, or my drinking skills?"

Chen Motong didn't understand why the Gattuso family would choose her. No matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like a good candidate for the matriarch of a family. She would only cause trouble for a family like the Gattuso's.

“The Gattuso family doesn’t need a matriarch,” Gulweg said, looking at Chen Motong as if she were looking at herself back then. “Or rather, the Gattuso family only needs you to be able to bear children; your bloodline is what they value.”