Angers glanced at the Night Watcher Forum’s overwhelming headline— “Shocking! S-Class Returns to Field Duty, Confronts Next Generation Species, Dragon-Slaying Plan Completed Beyond Norm!” The college must be completely boiling over, right? Although personal worship isn’t ideal, fostering extreme personal heroism also requires this kind of assistance. In a short time, Mingfei’s name will spread throughout all levels of the college, won’t it?
The Secret Party… it’s still a bit too early to contact them. Before that, let’s go see other places.
He turned his head to look at the other side of the deck, where under a bright beam of light, life was fading. A dark red rose lay alone on the dragon’s scales.
The red of the petals merged with the red of the blood. Fortunately, this time he didn’t have to worry about handling the dragon blood contamination. The plan clearly stated that the Family would be responsible for all follow-up work, and the remaining money would allow him to have a good vacation in Portofino.
“Principal, Liu Heguang said he has something he wants to discuss with us. The Seven Deadly Sins and the Bone Urn have already been promised to us…”
“But it sounds like it’s just his personal idea; the Family over there doesn’t seem to agree.” Lu Mingfei, now in an Execution Department trench coat and white shirt, walked up behind Angers and said. His short black hair, simply washed, still had a hint of dampness, and the eyes beneath his bangs were no longer dazzling, only a plain dark brown.
“They can go back on a promise?” Angers chuckled.
“Liu Heguang said the same thing, but he also said that some people in the Family don’t agree. They want us to choose one between the Bone Urn and the Seven Deadly Sins.” Lu Mingfei looked at Pride, which was tied to his trench coat. “Neither of these things are in our hands right now. Aren’t they a bit too eager?”
“Not eager, but insatiably greedy. The decrease in life makes those people even more covetous,” Angers said calmly.
“Principal, aren’t you also…”
Lu Mingfei remembered that the Principal was also quite old, having experienced a century of vicissitudes. This old man could still straighten his back, holding a folding knife and decisively slaughtering dragons. Could it be that compared to the old people in the Family, the Principal could be called a young man?
He noticed the rain lessening and the wind dying down. The great power of nature was slowly dissipating, and the magnificent and beautiful Three Gorges river scenery was about to appear before their eyes… Well, actually, it wouldn’t be magnificent and beautiful until the dragon corpses were dealt with.
Any photo or video that leaked from here would be a world-shaking piece of news, with the headlines of newspapers worldwide being replaced by the dragon’s corpse.
“Our goals are different, so the paths we take are also different. I have never been afraid of death; the passage of Measure the Days only makes my fighting spirit more vigorous.” Angers looked down at Lu Mingfei, his tone calm. “I am the undertaker, destined to bury all dragons.”
“Anyone who stands in the way of dragon-slaying is an enemy.” The old man glanced at the charred corpses lying on the deck, his meaning self-evident.
Lu Mingfei followed the Principal’s gaze to the group of corpses. In a sense, he was also a murderer. Measure the Days could fix their bodies, but it couldn’t fix their minds. That moment of witnessing death approach but being unable to do anything must have been utterly despairing.
His expression changed, and a question he had subconsciously ignored surged into his mind: What about their families?
“Don’t think too much, child. If you die, I will be sad. Fingel, Zero, Chu Zihang, Caesar, they will all be sad. The students of the college will all lament the early demise of an S-Class. You are the new generation of dragon-slayers. We are already on paths that lead to the same destination.
The goal of the old generation is always to take revenge on the dragons, but the goal of the new generation should not be like this. You should have better goals,” Angers said.
“Sometimes, just staying alive is a very good goal.”
He reached out and pressed on Lu Mingfei’s chest, showing a rare gentle smile. “Mingfei, my dear student, think about your goal. Why did you kill the Next Generation Species? And why did you raise your knife and sword?”
“Your performance so far has always surprised me. I know you’ve done your best. No one else could have handled it better than you.” Angers smiled at Lu Mingfei, then said nothing more. He always believed Lu Mingfei was the best child, so a smile was enough.
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“I just promised Senior Brother Fingel that I would come back alive,” Lu Mingfei said softly, looking at the black blood on the river. But was that really all?
“Then live,” Angers said.
Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, then fell silent.
The old man and the young man no longer lingered, raising their heads and continuing forward.
Around the Moniyahe, lights surged from all directions. Searchlights shone on the deck, on the river, and on the old man and the boy, like the curtain call lights of a stage play, with only the main actors illuminated in the darkness.
The Family’s follow-up work had begun.
They ascended the ship’s ladder, each person with a serious expression. Every turn and inspection of the corpses on the ground was clear and methodical, indicating that they had arrived with intelligence about the entire Moniyahe.
At the same time, another group of people walked into the interior of the Moniyahe’s cabin. The meeting room entrance was under strict guard. Liu Heguang was inside, talking with the Family and awaiting his distinguished guests.
Lu Mingfei silently watched the strangers in the cabin. The people walking back and forth never let their gaze linger on him. Only when passing the meeting room door would they subtly squint, trying to squeeze their gaze through the door crack to catch a glimpse of Liu Heguang’s imposing figure.
Figures in the cabin moved in a chaotic yet strangely orderly manner. This group of people had received orders and were operating like well-oiled machines.
Each person’s footsteps landed firmly, and the estimated error in their stride length was no more than a few centimeters, completely the precise style of soldiers.
A sense of formality permeated Lu Mingfei’s heart. “Did the college and the Family have an alliance?” He suddenly remembered a phrase Liu Heguang had briefly mentioned.
“After the Pearl Harbor incident, the Secret Party received an alliance proposal from the Family. We drafted an alliance on a ceremonial warship. The terms of the treaty were valid for a hundred years, but on this trip into the Family, I didn’t see the old friends who signed the treaty. Older people and new people stood before me,” Angers said.
“The British Empire also had its day when the sun set. The attitudes between people also constantly change with the shifting of eras and positions of power.”
Lu Mingfei nodded, as if understanding something.
“Welcome, Mr. Angers, the spokesperson of the Secret Party, and Mr. Lu Mingfei.”
Pushing open the meeting room door, Liu Heguang spoke clearly and precisely. His speech did not mention Kassel College, nor did he use the usual “Mingfei” as a form of address. Directly stating “Secret Party” and “spokesperson” indicated the formality of this meeting. From now on, it was a negotiation between the Eastern and Western mixed-blood factions.
In the center of the conference table lay the longsword ceremonial weapon used to welcome Lu Mingfei. Liu Heguang, smiling, invited the two to take their seats.
“Liu Heguang, of the orthodox Liu Family, a candidate spokesperson for the Family, and the young master of the Liu Family, formally greets you both.”
