Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Her hands had distinct lines, and golden scales encircled her arms, revealing the woman's extraordinary nature.

"Mom, I'm home."

Caesar looked at his mother, who was busy in the kitchen, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"My Caesar is back."

Gulweg turned her head. Over the years, this woman had gained some weight and was no longer as beautiful as she used to be, but in Caesar's eyes, this was a good thing, meaning that his mother's health was getting better and better.

"Wash your hands and go peel the garlic. There are quite a few people coming tonight."

Caesar smiled, washed his hands, and sat down to prepare the garlic needed for the pasta sauce.

Will that girl come tonight?

Caesar paused for a moment upon hearing his mother's question before answering:

"Yes, she is a very nice person, Mom, you will like her."

"Mommy's little Caesar has grown up too."

The mother and son chatted, and the aroma of tomatoes wafted through the small kitchen, eventually reaching the adjacent chapel.

"Senior, is this the great place you were talking about?"

"Yeah, my dear S-class junior, this is one of the few places where you can get a free meal, and the pasta is really good."

Lu Mingfei and Finger sat inside the church. Unlike ordinary Christian churches, this place had many long tables and benches, resembling a dining hall. The wooden tables and chairs, combined with the church's ornate decorations, gave it a strange feel.

Lu Mingfei could already smell the aroma of tomatoes, mixed with the fragrance of garlic and oil, making his mouth water.

"But senior, which denomination of church is this place? Protestant or Catholic?"

Looking at the decorations inside the church, Lu Mingfei was a little confused. This church was decorated as a Protestant church, so it was relatively simple, but there was neither a cross nor a pastor.

Besides many tables and chairs, there was only a dragon head emblem and a star-shaped badge in the church. A stack of A4 papers was placed on a table, with a wooden Western dragon sculpture on top of it.

"This is Bahamut's church."

"The one from Final Fantasy?"

Bahamut is the boss in Final Fantasy III, and also a summon. Lu Mingfei encountered it when he was looking for games to play.

Fingel shook his head, slumped over the table, and answered weakly:

"No, it's the dragon god from D&D."

"Which board game was Baldur's Gate based on?"

"Yes, that one."

Lu Mingfei was surprised; it was unbelievable that someone would worship a religion in a game.

“You know what, junior? There are actually quite a few people in America who believe in the Force, the Force from Star Wars.”

May the Force be with you.

Fingel made a Force choke gesture at Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei cooperated by covering his neck.

"So, don't make a fuss about this kind of thing."

Lu Mingfei nodded, looking bewildered. Although it sounded strange, it wasn't surprising that someone would believe in the Force if someone believed in the gods in the game, right?

Fingel glanced a few times at a small door on the side of the church, covered his mouth with his hand, and said to Lu Mingfei in a low, serious voice:

"Junior, I realize we're too early."

"But if we help out, maybe we can eat some delicious pasta sooner."

Lu Mingfei hesitated. Old Tang had told him that there were many strange and unusual religions in the United States, and he should never get involved with them unless he was absolutely sure.

“Back then, when I was on a mission, I encountered a madman who believed in a cult. He killed all five members of his family and turned them into mincemeat.”

Old Tang's expression was very serious when he said this, and Lu Mingfei also kept these words firmly in mind, fearing that this senior he had just met would drag him into the kitchen, chop him into meat sauce, and put him into the pasta.

"Senior...we won't disturb others if we go..."

"Let's go, Ms. Gulweg is a very nice person. If we go now, we might get two extra meatballs."

Fingel pulled Lu Mingfei out through the side door of the chapel. Behind them was a vegetable garden, and a small house stood quietly at the edge of the garden. Through the window, one could see people busy at work.

Fingel straightened his hair, transforming from a disheveled homeless man into a polite young man. He raised his right hand and very elegantly knocked on the door of the cottage.

Tap, tap, tap...

Footsteps sounded at the door. Fingel smiled, straightened his clothes, and prepared to make a good impression.

The door was opened a crack, and a somewhat plump woman wearing an apron looked at Fingel outside with a smile on her face.

“Buona sera (Italian for good afternoon), Ms. Gulweg.”

“Oh, Fingel, Buona sera.”

The woman gave Fingel a hug, patted him on the back, and pulled him inside. The two spoke in Italian.

“Ms. Gulweg, I could smell the aroma of food from afar.”

"Yes, you've come at the right time. We need to take the pot over there."

Only then did Gulweger notice Lu Mingfei behind Fingel and greet him.

"Hello?"

Lu Mingfei also saw Gulweg's face; golden scales stretched from her temples to her chin, and a pair of horns extended from her forehead, encircling her head like a crown.

This was the first time Lu Mingfei had a basic understanding of hybrids. Now, he realized that Ander's statement about hybrids possessing dragon blood was not just empty talk.

These guys really do have horns on their heads.

"Hello, Auntie."

Years of education had taught Lu Mingfei to greet Gulweger politely, forcing a smile to mask his inner surprise, and then followed Fingel into the cabin.

“Ms. Gulweger, this is Lu Mingfei, Mr. Ander’s junior.”

Fingel introduced Lu Mingfei to Gulweger, who nodded and made a welcoming gesture.

"Ms. Gulweg is the church pastor, a very kind person, and her children study here too..."

A man wearing the same apron as Gulweg walked out. It was the blond man Lu Mingfei had met on the lawn in front. Now, his unruly long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

"Fingal, you're here to freeload again..."

Fingel laughed heartily, while Gulweger urged Caesar back to the kitchen, seemingly somewhat angry at her son's rudeness.

"This is Caesar, the head of the student council. You should have met him before."

"Then why doesn't he have horns on his head?"

Fingel's expression turned serious. He grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulders and said, word by word:

"Remember, never tell anyone what Ms. Gulweg looks like."

"Um, what would happen if someone told me?"

Fingel released Lu Mingfei and said casually:

"Then I'll have to work overtime to clean the floor."

Chapter 139 Praising Bahamut, Ah-woo

Just moments ago, the gentle Gulweger was like a female general on the battlefield in the kitchen, commanding three people and keeping everything in perfect order.

Lu Mingfei took over Caesar's job, struggling with a bundle of basil leaves, while Caesar stood in front of a large pot, watching a timer, waiting for the pasta inside to cook.

Fingel was sent by Gulvegra to move things, leaving only the two unfamiliar people in the small kitchen, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Caesar stirred the pasta in the soup pot, then turned to Lu Mingfei, who was picking vegetables, and said:

"You seem a bit different from other people from China. Did you not have any training during high school?"

"Ah... what kind of training?"

Lu Mingfei looked up. He had just picked off a yellowed vegetable leaf and didn't understand what Caesar meant.

"You didn't know? In China, mixed-race people start their training from high school." Caesar stared at the timer, finding the boy increasingly interesting and perhaps able to incorporate him into his plans.

It wasn't just because of what Ender did back then, but also because Caesar felt that this guy was very much to his liking.

"I went to a regular high school and had no idea about mixed races."

Lu Mingfei was feeling down. He couldn't understand why he had wasted three years in high school, learning a bunch of useless English, only to end up here where the teaching was in Chinese.

Other freshmen can already get headshots with an AK, but I've barely even touched a gun a few times.

"That might be Mr. Ander's arrangement. It's alright. There are quite a few students like you with no prior knowledge. You just lack a little... help."

Caesar turned his head, his expression seemingly telling Lu Mingfei that he was the chosen one, and that as long as he joined the student council, he could create miracles.

"Help... do you mean the student council?"

"That's right, there are many interesting people in the student council. If you join, everyone will help you."

Caesar was like a witch, luring innocent and lovely freshmen into his trap step by step, but he was right. The student council never hesitated to use its resources for those with potential.

They are not as good as Lu Mingfei, who is at the S-level, nor are they as good as Caesar himself.

"I... am still a freshman, and I don't understand it yet."

"It's okay. I'll invite you again after you finish military training and the 3E exam."

"The 3E exam?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly heard the last thing he wanted to hear: the exam.

"Extraction Evaluation Exam, a bloodline level test to assess your bloodline."

Lu Mingfei quietly touched his forehead. He clearly didn't have horns on his head and had never had any special features since childhood, so he was still a little scared about this kind of thing.

"But I feel like a normal person."

Caesar glanced at Lu Mingfei with some surprise. Hybrids have the sorrow of blood, while dragonborn grow scales. These things remind them of the fundamental difference between them and ordinary people.

"You have a good attitude, but you should at least trust your parents."

The story of Lu Mingfei's parents can still be found at the school. The probability of two S-class students giving birth to an ordinary person is lower than the probability of a bag of Lay's milk without air.