Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

A red cloud drifted across the green grass. Lu Mingfei watched the red-haired girl, sighed, and walked away while fixing his hair.

Lu Mingfei looked at the tricorn hat in his hand. The hat had been crumpled in his arms for a long time, but he still gritted his teeth and ran towards the girl with the hat in his hand.

"Senior... Senior sister."

Chen Motong turned around and saw a dirty boy holding a tricorn hat, looking at her hesitantly. His appearance reminded her of the abandoned puppy she had seen in the rain before.

Chen Motong grinned, revealing his neatly arranged teeth, and took the tricorn hat, placing it on Lu Mingfei's head as before.

"My name is Chen Motong, you can just call me Nuonuo."

"This hat is for you as a return gift. From now on, you'll be working for me."

Lu Mingfei watched as the four-leaf clover earrings on her ears twinkled, then clutched his tricorn hat and stammered:

"I...I'm Lu Mingfei, senior..."

"I'm in the student council, remember to join later."

Lu Mingfei nodded. The girl in front of him tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying:

"Also, new students don't need to register their student ID numbers; they can just leave."

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised. The senior in front of him seemed to have the magic to see through people's hearts and saw through his concerns at a glance.

"What are you talking about?"

"Sisi, you just pulled my hair."

Susie walked over, and Chen Motong playfully slapped her. In their earlier duel, Susie had clearly won.

“Mingfei is already chosen by our Lionheart Society, you are not allowed to take him away.”

Susie hugged Chen Motong. Although they belonged to different camps, they were actually good friends from the same dormitory and had a very close relationship.

"He has the final say on these matters."

Faced with the invitations from the two senior students, Lu Mingfei quickly pulled his suitcase away from this troublesome place.

Lu Mingfei's dormitory room was 303 in Zone 1. Several students whispered among themselves as they watched Lu Mingfei, covered in grass clippings and mud, carry his suitcase into the Zone 1 dormitory building.

"That's the new S-class?"

"A descendant of Principal Lu Ande..."

"Just average."

But Lu Mingfei didn't care about that. All he wanted to do was take a good shower, have a big meal, and then throw himself into bed.

"This is it... Holy shit."

Opening the dormitory door, the room was a bit messy, but there was no strange smell. A man with a messy hairstyle was sitting on the upper bunk, typing furiously with both hands.

"Welcome, welcome! Brother, you've finally arrived."

The man raised his head, revealing a chiseled face, like a hero's sculpture, which, combined with his somewhat decadent demeanor, made him look rather eerie.

"You know me?"

"Who doesn't know you? You're the new S-class student. Those Chinese students all want to break your legs."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Fingel von Frings, an eighth-grade student."

Chapter 137 Military Training Instructor

"What? Kassel College assigns student ranks based on bloodline?"

From this senior student who looked very experienced, Lu Mingfei learned some common knowledge about Kassel College, such as what exactly the S-class was that had been bothering him.

"Then wouldn't my S-rank be incredibly powerful?"

"It's amazing. A scholarship of $36000 a year, plus a lot of credit card limits, and privileges in all sorts of things."

"I don't think I'm that good?"

Fingel gasped, looking at Lu Mingfei who seemed oblivious to his good fortune, and sighed that this was probably a Versailles.

He then started fiddling with the computer and handed his laptop to Lu Mingfei from the upper bunk.

"At first, most students also wanted to know the answer to this question, and later the school released your parents' information."

Lu Mingfei looked at the file on the computer. The photo on it was of his father, Lu Lincheng. Below it were a bunch of honors and long passages of mission details that were covered up. In the bloodline level column, there was an S.

Below that is another photo of his mother, Giovanni, with the same honors, the same large sections of obscured details, and the same S.

All of this reminded Lu Mingfei how extraordinary his parents were.

"If two S-class individuals had a child, no one would believe they weren't S-class themselves."

"So, junior, this loser of a class is now in your hands and I'm counting on you to support me."

Fingel slid down from the upper bunk, his bare feet touching the ground. Only then did Lu Mingfei get a clear look at the 1.8-meter-tall German senior. He looked like a Germanic warrior from a movie, or like the homeless man he had seen in New York before, which made Lu Mingfei feel a strange fear of this senior.

"As a G-level, I don't get any benefits. I can't even afford to eat something nice."

Lu Mingfei showed no reaction, looking at his parents' triumphant appearance on the computer screen and muttering to himself:

"They never told me..."

Fingel took the notebook and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

"But today is a special day, so I'll take you out for some good food."

While the S-class freshmen were exchanging ideas with the G-class underachievers, Angers received a complaint from a professor at the university.

“Angers, you can’t let the students run rampant any longer.”

"Don't be too nervous, Mans, this is just a relaxation period after class."

Mance Rundstedt, a member of the Rundstedt family, a family with extensive experience in dragon slaying, is also a senior member of the school's executive department and an old-fashioned, conservative warrior.

“Using Friga bullets to shoot each other, drinking and fighting, we should be training dragon slayers, not hippies.”

Angers didn't care; there were already enough hippies in the school, and he and the vice-principal were among them.

“This behavior can soothe their minds. We cannot turn schools into military camps and students into weapons as before.”

"They are weapons, just like you and me, weapons against dragons."

"Then I might as well become an arms dealer. The two of us combined don't even have enough nuclear weapons to fight. Think about that failure ten years ago, times have changed."

Angers and Mans were at odds; Mans was a conservative and did not support many of Angers's practices.

"What are you talking about, Angers? Did you call for me?"

Ander suddenly appeared beside the two of them with a smile on his face. He was relieved to see that Lu Li was doing well.

Angers looked at Ander, quickly grabbed him, and said impatiently:

"The military training instructors have arrived. Let's go to the gate to greet them."

"Mans, we're leaving now."

Mans watched the two walk away, remained silent, and finally nodded.

"Military training is a good thing..."

Anders and Angers walked towards the station at the entrance, and Angers asked about Luli's situation.

"How is the little girl?"

"There's nothing wrong, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep. You'll just grow a little bigger, which is good."

Ander said with a smile that he had just checked Luli's condition and it was better than he had expected. His body was gradually transforming into a dragonborn, and his bones, muscles and skin were undergoing a new round of reorganization.

"That's good. She'll be able to see her brother when he wakes up."

"Speaking of brother, how did the students react when you announced Mingfei's level?"

Ander inquired about the school's situation. S-class students have become rare these days; the last one was five or six years ago. After that, the S-class student suffered a mental breakdown and was sent by Ander to the moon to mine.

"It's alright, but the students from China have some opinions about him."

"That's perfectly normal; they got in through exams."

In China, to get into Kassel College, one has to go through the rigorous college entrance examination. For those Chinese students, Lu Mingfei's actions were tantamount to using connections.

"Fortunately, since Lu Mingfei did not take up any of China's spots, they only wanted to break his legs."

"That's alright, just have the pastor in the chapel take over if you get interrupted."

In recent years, with the addition of priests and warlocks to the system of relevant departments in China, many mixed-race people in China now consider severed hands and feet as minor injuries that can be healed overnight in bed.

As Ender walked out of a medieval-style gatehouse, he saw two people standing there, dressed in camouflage uniforms and carrying a box.

"Military training instructor Anton reporting for duty."

"Military training instructor Khorkina, reporting for duty."

A man and a woman in their thirties stood there. The two instructors were both blond-haired, blue-eyed Slavs with robust builds and healthy pinkish complexions.

"Welcome, welcome. The rest of the military training will be in your hands. I hope your training will be helpful to those young people."

Angers clapped lightly, offering his blessings to the two new instructors. In recent years, Kassel College had introduced military training at Ander's suggestion.

All freshmen will undergo a month-long military training program to cultivate basic tactical skills and combat awareness, preventing them from encountering problems in practical classes due to weak foundations.

“Anton, it’s been a long time. The children from Black Swan Harbor have all grown up.”

Ander sighed and gave Anton a hug. The two were experimental subjects in Black Swan Harbor back then, and after being rescued by Ander, they stayed in China.

Most of the children had wanted to go back to the bear country to find their parents, but the results were mostly unsatisfactory. Anton and his companion also went, but returned heartbroken and stayed in China to complete their studies.

The two now spend most of their time in Northeast China, searching for traces of dragons in the primeval forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains. They are specialists with both strength and competence.

"These students are going to be tough; you'd better keep an eye on them."

These two were a surprise that Ander had specially prepared for Zero. He wondered if the girl, who had always been fourteen, would be happy to reunite with her old friend in this way.

Of course, it's more likely to be shock and embarrassment.

Chapter 138 Bahamut Chapel

In the spacious kitchen, a woman wearing an apron was busy humming an unknown lullaby as she washed and peeled the freshly picked tomatoes.