Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Mans dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

Why bother thinking about the fate of dead people?

Instead of wasting his time, he should focus on investigating the Bronze City. After all, he is a professor of Dragon Magic Mechanical Design and a proper Dragon Architecture Researcher.

The Bronze City, forged by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, is probably the only dragon-built structure in the world. No, it should even be said to be the pinnacle of alchemical design and engineering.

A work of art, a truly perfect work of art created from the perspective of dragon alchemy.

As for Lu Mingfei?

Mans didn't want to know what Lu Mingfei had done. In any case, all matters, big and small, in the Kassel College were decided by Angers. The boy in front of him was brought by Angers, so he naturally wouldn't have any objections.

Just focus on studying Bronze City.

Buzzing—

As Mans was thinking, the hum of the helicopter rotors finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

Several helicopters came directly into their field of vision.

They hovered above the Moniach, one of them lowered its ladder, and a slender black figure descended down the ladder.

His figure landed lightly, and his black suit perfectly accentuated his physique.

Mans walked over to greet the figure, as if he had finally seen a savior, "Principal."

Angers walked over, patted Mans on the shoulder, and looked behind him. He saw Lu Mingfei smiling, Chu Zihang and Selma, and also the distant river surface—

The 'iceberg' with the dragon's body at its core.

"Looks like you did a great job." Angers narrowed his eyes and walked up to Lu Mingfei.

"A gift, do you like it?" Lu Mingfei shrugged. "Do you need any help with Kassel?"

"Of course I like it," Angers nodded heavily, his eyes filled with hatred for dragons. "Caselle will open its doors to any dragon slayer."

"Including the phone book of the girls in your college?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Are there any graduates?

Upon hearing this, Angers burst into laughter, his laughter carrying far on the river breeze.

"The graduates' contact list isn't in the college's database." He winked, like an old gentleman sharing a little secret. "But if you need, I do know a few excellent ladies who would be happy to have dinner with the dragon-slaying hero."

Mans listened from the side, his eyes twitching. This principal could command respect when he was serious, but when he wasn't serious... he was practically no different from a pimp.

He's used to it.

Lu Mingfei laughed along, but his gaze left Angers and went to the helicopters that were hoisting the dragon's body. The steel cables reflected the light, each one so thick it looked as if it could tether a whale.

"Principal Angers," he suddenly spoke, his tone becoming serious, "what are your thoughts on this Bronze City?"

"The academic perspective is naturally that of a researcher."

"What's inside?"

"Do as you please," Angers said with his smile unchanged. "Whatever you need, I can provide it."

...........

Several helicopters, pulling steel cables, slowly lifted the massive iceberg.

Watching Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang disappear through the fiery gate, Mans walked to Angers' side, his expression serious. "Headmaster, what's inside..."

"I know," Angers interrupted Mans, waving his hand. "Don't worry about his situation. Just know that he's one of ours, and that's enough."

"....yes."

Mans remained silent for a moment, then nodded, stepped back, and went into the driver's control room.

Angers stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the "iceberg," and sighed deeply.

"It's over."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang emerged from the fiery gate and appeared on a rooftop.

"Oh, this is it."

Lu Mingfei looked around and recognized the location.

"Where is this?" Chu Zihang looked around. It was an old rooftop, from which one could clearly see the surrounding buildings. Judging from this... Lu Mingfei comes here often?

"It's my aunt's rooftop." Lu Mingfei walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked at a corner next to an air conditioner, and said, "It's still there."

"What?"

"It's nothing, just a little doodle." Lu Mingfei pointed to a pattern that looked like a puppy. "A lion, pretty imposing, right?"

"............"

Chu Zihang leaned closer, looked at him for a moment, and hesitated before speaking.

He actually thought it looked more like a dog, a dog getting soaked in the rain. But Lu Ming insisted it was a lion—

"It's really impressive," Chu Zihang finally said.

Lu Mingfei laughed, a light laugh that drifted away in the wind. He touched the faded graffiti, his fingertips catching a faint trace of dust.

"I drew this in my third year of junior high school," he said. "That afternoon was very quiet. I was sitting here alone, watching the sun gradually set, and I was thinking that it would be great if I could turn into a lion—a lion with bared teeth, the kind that no one would dare to approach."

Chu Zihang looked at him silently. In the setting sun, Lu Mingfei's profile was gentle, completely concealing the domineering aura that had instantly killed the dragon.

"You are now..." Chu Zihang carefully chose his words, "...much stronger than a lion."

"Really?" Lu Mingfei turned around, leaning against the rooftop wall. "But sometimes I feel like this is all a dream. Maybe one day I'll wake up from this dream and I'll still be that guy sitting on the rooftop watching the sunset."

The faint sounds of cooking could be heard in the distance, but this rooftop seemed like a forgotten corner, quiet except for the sound of the wind blowing past one's ears.

"Senior Brother Chu," Lu Mingfei suddenly spoke up, "I'm leaving now."

Chu Zihang nodded without asking any further questions.

Lu Mingfei smiled at him, then turned and walked towards the edge of the rooftop. The evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs in front of his eyes, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he began to fall.

Jumping off a building!?

Chu Zihang subconsciously took a step forward, but stopped a second later.

Jumping off a building... Could he really die from the fall?

He leaned his head close to the edge of the rooftop.

Lu Mingfei was falling, but he calmly turned around in mid-air, facing the sky with his arms outstretched, like a falling cross.

The next second, flames erupted behind him, engulfing him in an instant.

.............

In the villa's basement, the fire door opened.

"Still the same after all these years..."

Lu Mingfei hummed an off-key tune as he stepped out of the door. His gaze fell on the bronze jar before the fireplace, and he suddenly sighed, turning to the dark corner of the basement and saying:

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

"Oh, brother's back?"

A sound came from the shadows, and small leather shoes scraped the ground. Lu Mingze stepped out of the darkness, holding a photograph, and respectfully handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"Congratulations, brother, on your dragon-slaying return!"

"Don't give me that," Lu Mingfei took the photo from his hand and glanced at it—it was a picture of him standing alone in the air, with a cold needle piercing through the dragon servant.

"Hmph," he tossed the photo aside, turned around, and began inspecting the bronze jar for its integrity. "You didn't tamper with it, did you?"

This was a crucial part of his plan, and a safeguard in case of trouble; he couldn't afford any mishaps.

"Completely intact, exactly as it was."

Lu Mingze stood still, his hands behind his back, like a student having his homework checked by a teacher.