Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"A good mindset?"

“Humans are social animals,” Caesar said casually, transferring the pasta to a large baking dish with tongs. “For those who are aware of their differences from others, this loneliness can be painful.”

"Many hybrids choose to die because of this loneliness called the Sorrow of Blood, so you feel that you are ordinary, which is a good thing for hybrids."

"Then it seems I'm mentally healthy." Lu Mingfei touched his chest. He hadn't expected that his ordinariness would become an advantage. It seemed absurd that someone would commit suicide because of loneliness.

Caesar and Lu Mingfei started a conversation, chatting casually. Caesar taught Lu Mingfei some common knowledge about the college, such as how powerful the student council is, how promising the student council is, and how the student council has little work and a lot of money.

On the other side, Fingel, who was being moved by Gulvegra, took off his clothes, and Gulvegra was examining his body.

"Your condition has worsened again. Don't use the power of words for a while."

Fingel nodded, touched a purplish-blue scar on his chest, and lay down on a bed.

“Let’s begin, Ms. Gulweg.”

Gulweg placed two copper coins on his eyes, sprinkled a pinch of salt on the blue spot on his chest, and pressed Fingel down while silently reciting a prayer.

A ray of light appeared on Fingel's body, and the blue spot disappeared in the light. Gulweg took down the two copper coins that had been covering Fingel's eyes.

"Alright, you can get up now."

“Every time this happens, I feel like I’m dead.”

Fingel got up, let out a long sigh, stretched and wiggled his body, and quickly put on his clothes.

"Theoretically, you are right. The magic of embalming can only be used on the dead."

"But I am still me."

"So you need to make up your mind quickly, it only takes one ceremony..."

Gulweg looked at Fingel with disappointment, but Fingel shook his head.

"I want to wait for her to come back. I still have time, don't I?"

"Yes, theoretically the resurrection spell has a time limit of one hundred years, but you have to bring her body back first."

"A hundred years, that's a long time."

Fingel tidied his clothes and followed Gulweg back to the kitchen, accompanied by a stack of porcelain plates.

Caesar looked at Fingel. His mother liked this guy very much and always took him with her to move things, probably because he was German.

However, it seemed that his mother had no intention of remarrying, and Caesar didn't want to call Fingel "Dad" one day.

As soon as Gulweger returned, she swiftly began the final work. With the combined efforts of several people, a large plate of steaming hot tomato and basil spaghetti was carried onto the long table in the chapel, along with a large bowl of meatballs.

Traditional pasta doesn't usually include meatballs, but considering this is America, Gulweger thoughtfully made some minor modifications.

Inside the church, several people were already waiting, and when they saw Gulweg arrive, they rushed over to help.

Finally, more than thirty people arrived at the chapel. Each person had a plate of spaghetti and a meatball in front of them. Fingel and Lu Mingfei had an extra one, just like Caesar, receiving the same treatment as his favorite son.

The red-haired girl also arrived and stood next to Gulweg, helping him distribute the food. Unlike in the afternoon, she looked like she had taken special care of her appearance and smelled of lavender.

"That's Nono, Caesar's girlfriend."

As Fingel explained, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

So... this is meeting the parents?

"Probably."

Lu Mingfei used a fork to twirl a piece of spaghetti and, imitating Fingel, said:

Praise be to Bahamut.

"Awoo!"

Chapter 140 Chen Motong's Secret

Inside the small church, a banquet was underway, with people eating pasta and discussing their recent studies and the battle that had taken place that afternoon.

Most of the people in the church were Chinese and looked normal, except for a few who, like Gulweg, had scales on their bodies.

Just as Lu Mingfei was cutting a meatball in half, someone sat down next to him.

"Young man, are you Lu Mingfei?"

He was a robust old man with gray hair plastered to his scalp. He patted Lu Mingfei on the back and asked...

"Yes, you are..."

"I am Lin Hongwei, the professor of heavy weapons. Remember to take my class, I will teach you how to fire cannons."

"Fire...cannons?"

The old man nodded. Lin Hongwei was the head of the relevant department back then, but he has now retired and has been rehired to the Kassel College headquarters as a professor of heavy weapons courses.

By the way, this guy is a fanatical heavy weapons enthusiast. His special skill is saturation armor-piercing rounds, the kind that makes you feel great for a year after one shot, but the logistics team curses every day.

"You're still a bit lacking, kid. You need to work harder."

Lu Mingfei silently memorized Lin Hongwei's name, planning to enroll in the course later, since being a gunner would at least give him a better chance of survival than melee combat.

“Those guys over here don’t like using rocket launchers; they always fight dragons with knives. That won’t do.”

Lin Hongwei complained that, due to Angers' idol effect, many students in Cassel aspired to be like him, wielding a folding knife and swiftly taking down enemies.

However, none of these people ended up in a very good way.

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly as he listened to what Grandpa Lin was saying. He was a long-range guy, and what boy didn't like to have sex?

"So don't embarrass yourself. Do well on the 3E exam, perform well in military training, and don't disgrace the Lu family."

Eating is a pleasant thing, but having an elder next to you makes it less pleasant. Lu Mingfei and Fingel quickly finished their meal and left the church.

Before leaving, Gulweg stuffed an A4 sheet of paper into Lu Mingfei's hand. Gulweg pulled one out from the stack of papers that were being held down by the Western dragon sculpture and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"You can take a look."

Gulweg's Chinese had a slight accent, but it didn't prevent Lu Mingfei from understanding what she meant.

Stepping out of the church, it was already dark outside. A row of European-style streetlights illuminated the way back to the dormitory, but Lu Mingfei's mind was completely occupied by the 3E exam.

"Senior brother, could it be that I... really don't have any talent?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a long time while eating, but he couldn't feel that he was anything special.

"Unless you're not your parents' biological child, you'll definitely pass."

Fingel comforted him, saying that the new junior apprentice was a nice person, just a bit sentimental and lacking in self-confidence.

Completely opposite to that naturally naive little girl, perhaps siblings complement each other?

"Perhaps I am not one of them..."

Lu Mingfei thought of his unreliable parents, who had left him with his uncle since he was twelve, sending him all over the world. Thinking about it this way, perhaps he...

"Don't overthink it. You'll find out when the exam comes, and there's also military training."

The 3E exam at Kassel College is scheduled for the latter half of military training. This effectively ensures that the mixed-race individuals, who have developed a certain level of willpower, do not go too crazy during the exam.

Moreover, doing so allows them to recover faster after the exam.

Unlike in the original story, Fingel would not help Lu Mingfei cheat. In his view, if a member of the school board's family and an S-class son could not pass the test, then no one could be considered a hybrid.

The two returned to their dormitory. Lu Mingfei lay down on the made-up bed and soon fell asleep. Too many things had happened today, leaving him extremely exhausted.

After confirming that he was asleep, Fingel quietly slipped out of the dormitory, took out a card, swiped the elevator, and went downstairs.

Forty meters underground in the library, Norma's main server room is quietly opening, its powerful computer security system shut down, just to welcome a man's arrival.

The gate then closed, and the underground area became a secret chamber, isolating Fingel from others.

"Everyone else has left, the cameras have stopped working, and no one will know you were here."

A mechanical female voice echoed in the small computer room; it was the voice of Norma, the college's intelligent assistant.

“I’ve come to see an old friend.” Fingel was hidden in the darkness, the faint light from the screen illuminating his stubble.

Norma's mainframe was running at full speed, emitting a deep roar. Its powerful cooling system was operating at its limit. Then, in the darkness, a beam of light shone down.

A girl floated in the air, and Fingel looked at her and smiled: "EVA..." He reached out, wanting to touch the girl floating in the air.

“You’re only touching the air, why are you reaching out your hand?” EVA said softly.

"I just like holding your hand..."

Snapped!

A loud bang interrupted the two people who were pouring their hearts out to each other. Ander suddenly appeared in the completely enclosed mainframe room, tilting his head to look at the scene in front of him.

“Um, Principal Ander, could you please excuse us for a moment?” Fingel looked at Ander, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

"So you also have the habit of chatting with Norma. I always thought that only I liked to chat."

From the moment Norma gained some intelligence, Ender placed her in the top position of his chat partners. It must be said that she is indeed very intelligent and very good at chatting.

Ander shrugged and walked over; he hadn't come just to chat with Norma.

"Norma, do me a favor and get me Chen Motong's information," Ander said to the girl floating in the air.

He patted Fingel on the shoulder and whispered, "Young man, don't always be obsessed with anime characters. It's bad for your health."

Fingel smiled wryly and made an apologetic gesture to EVA, who was floating in mid-air, but EVA glared at Ander angrily, seemingly upset that he had interrupted her date.

“Get another copy of Caesar’s file, especially his school life file.” Ender ignored EVA’s little tricks. He had seen plenty of spirits with personality, one of whom was even guarding his door.

The next second, two files appeared on the computer screen in front of Ander, and EVA turned around and disappeared.

Fingel scratched his head and was about to leave when Ander grabbed him.

“If you leave now, you risk being exposed. Come out with me later.” Ander stared at the file on the computer. Fingel nodded and went back to work.

“Sure enough, there’s a problem,” Ander said in a low voice, pointing to the text on the screen.

Fingel went closer and found it was Caesar's file. In the section on rewards and punishments, there was only one record of disciplinary violation.

“That’s not right. You should know that Caesar’s allegiance is lawful good.”

Ander turned to Fingel and said, "Finger scratches his head, and finally obediently plays the straight man:"

"What does that prove?"