Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"2023 US dollars." A voice suddenly sounded behind Finkel.

"Yes, that's right! Only 2023 US dollars are left! You calculated it really quickly!" Finkel praised subconsciously and then suddenly reacted and turned back in horror.

Lu Mingfei had come behind him without him knowing, bent down and stretched his head to look at the numbers on the screen, then glanced at Finkel with disappointment.

"Well, Junior Brother, listen to my excuse..."

"There's nothing much to say, senior brother. I can only say that I'm very disappointed in you!" Lu Mingfei looked at Finkel coldly.

"Junior brother, listen to my explanation. It's not my intention to gamble with you. The interest on my campus loan is too high. If I don't make some extra money, I'll be left with nothing but tree bark to survive. Look at me, I've lost weight recently! Can you bear it?"

"Hehe." Lu Mingfei glanced at Finkel coldly, with an expression that said, "No matter what nonsense you say, I will never forgive you."

Thin? I can't tell where you're thin. You're so strong you look like an overfed Indian bison!

Finkel lowered his head in shame.

"You don't even know how to make money? Brother, you're not a decent person. If you use me to open the market, you should at least give me 28 points, right?"

"Ah?" Finkel raised his head blankly, and when he saw Lu Mingfei's eyes shining with a money-loving look, he suddenly came to his senses.

It turns out we are fellow travelers!

"Sure, sure!" Finger nodded his head like a rattle. "But, Junior Brother, if you get 28 points, don't you feel like you're at a disadvantage?"

"Hmm?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. "Actually, I think 28 points is fair enough. But since you're so generous, how about 19 points?"

"Impossible, don't even think about it!" Finkel shouted anxiously. He thought Lu Mingfei was a greenhorn who knew nothing and could be easily dismissed, but he didn't expect that he was an expert as soon as he opened his mouth.

He is also an old gambler!

"Just kidding, I'll give you 2 and you'll give me 8, that's fair!" Before he finished speaking, Lu Mingfei stared at Finger's computer screen, pointed at the rapidly jumping numbers on it and said, "Brother, if you don't take action now, you won't even lose 2,000 US dollars!"

"I bet $10,000," a user with the ID "Dick Tuiduo" commented.

[Mr. Chairman! I want to give birth to a golden monkey for you! ! ! !]

[What's the origin of this "S" rank? It blew up both the Lionheart Club and the Student Council bosses! ]

[Does Caesar also think the academy should have an "S" rank?]

[Ten thousand dollars, I bet Lu Mingfei can't pass.] After "Dick Tuduo" threw down the huge amount of dollars, his profile picture turned gray, indicating that he was offline.

If even a bookworm knows that "Murasame" represents Chu Zihang, the Lionheart Guild President, then even the academy gatekeeper must have heard of the person represented by the ID "Dick Tudo".

Caesar, Caesar Gattuso, the current president of the Student Union, heir to the famous Italian dragon-slaying family - the Gattuso family, Chu Zihang's destined opponent, and Chen Motong's boyfriend.

When someone saw Caesar driving the roaring Bugatti Veyron through the academy, the following sentence must have come to mind:

"Caesar Gattuso was born a lion with a golden mane. He walked across the grassland like the sun hanging high in the sky. He could fall, but his justice could not. He lived his whole life only for pride!"

The entire Night Watch forum was silent for several minutes, and then the atmosphere instantly soared to a peak, as if a fish pond had been overturned by a torpedo.

Norton Hall Lobby.

After Caesar went offline, he no longer worried about the Night Watch Forum that had fallen into chaos because of his remarks. He leaned back on the leather sofa in the lobby of Norton Hall, and called out all the information about "Lu Mingfei" and projected it onto a huge screen.

"His hobbies are actually reading and kendo. He's just like a carbon copy of Chu Zihang." Caesar said coldly as he looked at the summary of Lu Mingfei's information compiled for him on the big screen.

"He's different from Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang is scary, but you can tell at a glance that he's a silent, secretive lion. But none of us knows what kind of monster Lu Mingfei is."

Nuonuo sat on the other side of the sofa, casually tapping the goblet in her hand with her nails, and the "ding ding" sound echoed in the huge Norton Hall.

"Even you can't see through him? I thought the most difficult person to understand in the world should be right in front of me." Caesar looked at Nono, his ice-blue eyes revealing a rare tenderness.

"Too much corny love talk can no longer be called romantic." Nuonuo rolled his eyes. "But seriously, you might lose this time."

"It doesn't matter. I just don't want to bet on the same side as Chu Zihang. I don't like the guys he favors."

Caesar picked up a cocktail and guzzled it down his throat. "Although I'd like to extend an olive branch to him, I don't mind if he chooses to side with his senior brother Chu Zihang and join the Lionheart Society. That would only make things more interesting."

Horseback riding, swimming, swordsmanship... As the only heir, Caesar Gattuso has been instilled with various skills by his family since he was a child. If the elites among geniuses gather at Kassel Academy, then Caesar is the ruler among the elites, the emperor of Kassel!

He seems to know everything, but the only thing he doesn't know is how to write "surrender" and "failure"!

Nuonuo looked at Caesar deeply. For no reason, she thought of the kendo duel with Lu Mingfei in that coastal town and the boy squatting in the sunset in front of the Tokyo izakaya.

Caesar is a proud lion, and so is Chu Zihang, except that one is more unruly and the other is more cruel.

But the boy named Lu Mingfei is different. When he misses someone, he is like a docile cat, and when he becomes fierce, he is like a ferocious tiger. He is contradictory and natural, lonely and powerful.

No one knows what kind of hideous monster will be hidden deep in his flesh and blood when his kind and ordinary skin is torn off one day.

Chapter 32 World Tree

The night is like a silent cage, covering the vast earth.

It was late at night, and Kassel College was like a giant dragon entrenched in the mountains and forests, sleeping silently.

The Kassel College Library stands under the starry sky, with forty-six marble columns supporting its sturdy back, as elegant and sacred as the Parthenon in Greece.

This antique-style building is magnificently constructed. The light of the stars and the moon shines into the building without stagnation through the mosaic glass floor-to-ceiling windows. The first-floor lobby, which is nearly ten meters high and paved with exquisite terrazzo granite tiles that look like porcelain stone, is faintly lit, creating an ethereal and quiet atmosphere.

In the ancient books area on the top floor of the library, which is even quieter than the first floor, tiny particles of dust are shaken off in the moonlight, making every detail visible.

Professor Guderian had a mountain of books piled in front of him. He was scratching his gray curly hair, and every wrinkle on his face was filled with deep sorrow.

Just when he was at a loss, the elevator number suddenly lit up, jumped one level, and then changed every two seconds.

Obviously, someone is heading towards the top floor!

Professor Guderian hurriedly used his extraordinary memory to return the ancient books on the desk to their original places one by one. He held his breath and sweated coldly, but it did not prevent his hands from moving quickly.

Ding!

The elevator door opened, but Professor Guderian was still a step too late!

He quickly hid his burly body behind the bookshelf, picked up a thick volume of "Ancient Egyptian Code" and held it high. His old eyes stared at the slowly opening elevator door, waiting to hit the man hard the moment he walked out of the elevator!

Holding his breath, the ancient books area was eerily quiet. Professor Guderian could even hear the pounding of his own heartbeat.

If the people who came were those lunatics from the executive department, and he couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse within a minute to explain his suspicious behavior of messing around in the ancient books area late at night, then he would probably never get the honor of being a lifelong professor.

There was a blurry shadow behind the elevator door, someone came out!

Professor Guderian was just about to use the Ancient Egyptian Code in his hand to send this uninvited guest to talk with the mummy of Khufu and the Sphinx in his dream. When he was about to make a move, a shiny bald head suddenly came into view. The bald head, like a crystal ball, refracted the dim light in the room and made it brighter.

"Manstein?"

"Guderian?"

The scene of patients meeting each other is always so unexpected yet reasonable. Professor Guderian finally put down his heart that was hanging in the air due to nervousness, and patted his chest as if he had survived a disaster.

"What are you doing here?"

"I should be the one asking you this question. Don't forget that I am the chairman of the Disciplinary Committee." Professor Manstein's eyes and head flashed with a serious light.

"I... oh yes, I was hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to go out for a midnight snack!" Professor Guderian scratched his head and said with a wry smile.

"Midnight snack? Here?" Manstein looked around. Not to mention midnight snack, there was not even a cockroach around. The entire ancient book area was filled with endless ancient books and endless dust.

"That's right, it's right here! Spiritual food can make me feel more satisfied and full!" Professor Guderian shook the heavy "Ancient Egyptian Code" in his hand.

"Guderian, you can fool others but not me. I know you better than anyone else. Whenever you feel guilty, you scratch your head. The back of your head is almost bald from being scratched by you. Haven't you noticed?" Manstein's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Professor Guderian withdrew his hand awkwardly, feeling guilty and complaining in his heart, "Others can say that they are bald on the back of their heads, but Manstein, how dare you, a bald head with no grass at all, say that?"

"It's for your beloved student, right? It's the 'S'-level Lu Mingfei who just entered the school today. His sensitivity to dragon characters is 0!" Manstein said in one sentence.

"How do you know..." Professor Guderian was stunned.

"Everyone in the school knows about this!" Manstein took out his mobile phone, opened the Night Watchman forum and held it in front of Professor Guderian. The post about whether Lu Mingfei could pass the "3E" exam still dominated the headlines.

"Your good student, Finkel, opened a gambling game on the Night Watch forum. Nearly half of the students in the academy have joined in, and the amount in the gambling pool is approaching $100,000!"

Manstein's tone was full of dissatisfaction and indignation. He was in charge of discipline, and students were openly gambling in the college, which was a dereliction of duty for him as the discipline committee member!

[“Disciplinary Committee Member Gerd Rudolf Manstein (Professor)” bets $1000 [Yes].]

Professor Guderian stared at the screen and read aloud one of the replies in the post.

"Ahem, gambling is actually not under the jurisdiction of the Discipline Department. Even the emperor should enjoy himself with the people. I am doing this to infiltrate the student body, so that those students won't say that I am serious and impartial all day long!" Manstein said as he quickly turned off the screen of his phone.

"Lu Mingfei certainly didn't have any resonance with the 'Word Spirit Emperor', but he must be 'S' level, because a very strange thing happened after that!" Guderian said mysteriously.

"Don't tell me you've done blood test to prove your relationship? He's actually your illegitimate child? Or the principal's illegitimate child?" Manstein said with his eyes wide open.

"He learned the dragon script I chanted after only listening to it once. Then, during his chanting, I fell into a clairvoyance, a deep clairvoyance!" Guderian stared at his old friend and said seriously.

"What the heck is this!" Manstein was clearly taken aback by his old friend's words. "You're saying that he can't resonate with the Dragon Script, but after just one listen, he can recite the complete 'Word Spirit Emperor', and it's so powerful it can even send you into a deep clairvoyance?"

"That's right." Guderian's old face was full of seriousness.

"We all have the blood of the Black Dragon Emperor flowing through our veins. 'Word Spirit Emperor' should be effective for all descendants who submit to the Dragon Emperor. Only one bloodline doesn't have to submit to the Dragon Emperor. Guderian, what have you come up with?"

"White...White King?" Guderian said in disbelief.

"Yes, this is mentioned in the 'Secret Chapter' of the Dragon Clan Codex. We've even researched this topic together," Manstein whispered. "But the White King's descendants can't possibly chant 'Word Spirit Emperor'. The Black and White Emperors are natural enemies!"

"So this proves he's not a descendant of the White King!" Guderian breathed a sigh of relief. "Then what is it?"

"What if he's not a dragon-human hybrid?" Manstein said, shockingly. "He doesn't need the Emperor's summons, but he possesses a bloodline superior to that of ordinary hybrids? He was able to learn the dragon language after just one hearing, which means he possesses supreme knowledge and wisdom. Based on this logic, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Manstein took down a glass jar from the bookshelf behind Guderian. Inside was an ancient copper scroll. "Ice Sea Fragment, numbered ab0001, records..."

The two of them uttered the name in unison, and the sound echoed in the empty and silent ancient books area, lingering as if disturbing the entire night.

"World Tree, Yggdrasil!"

Chapter 33 The Ghost Hidden Deep in the Blood

"World Tree? You mean... Ming Fei is a tree?"

Guderian's face was blank, and he used his hands to gesture the shape of a huge tree trunk.

"No one said he was a tree!"

Manstein opened a corner of the Ice Sea Scroll and read aloud what was written on it.

"...In order to keep the world running smoothly, Odin went through untold hardships and found a giant ash tree. The tree contained all the essence of the world. This tree is also called the World Tree - 'Yggdrasil'!"

"This great tree has three roots, one of which extends to the distant land of giants, where a mysterious fountain of wisdom constantly irrigates Yggdrasil."

"It is said that anyone who drinks from the Fountain of Wisdom will have the ability to know the past, present, and future. The guardian of the Fountain of Wisdom is none other than the giant Ymir, a descendant of the Frost Giants and the nemesis of the god Odin."

"After learning this, Odin wanted to drink from the Fountain of Wisdom, but Ymir would never let him have his wish. So Odin disguised himself as an old man dying of thirst in an attempt to deceive Ymir, but his identity was exposed."

"Ymir gave Odin two choices: sacrifice his right eye, or leave immediately and never be allowed to approach the Fountain of Wisdom for the rest of his life. In order to gain infinite wisdom, Odin sacrificed his right eye to drink a sip of the spring water, but in doing so, he also saw everything."

"What did he see?" Guderian was attracted by the story and couldn't help asking.

"He saw... the black dragon Nighold bite through the roots of the World Tree, ushering in the end of the world and the advent of Ragnarok!"

"You're confusing me. What exactly do you want to say? Is Lu Mingfei the fountain of wisdom? Or a frost giant? Or Odin?" Guderian asked in a panic.

"It's all possible!" Manstein said solemnly. "It's very possible that he has the blood of a god flowing in his veins! If I could tell you what he was, I wouldn't be telling you stories here, instead of flipping through old books, I'd be escorting him directly to the principal!"

"But whether it's Odin or the giants, in Norse mythology, they are all mortal enemies of the Black Dragon King. If Ming Fei is really a descendant of God, this may not be a bad thing for us!" Guderian said.

"Guderian, don't be naive! The Black King is humanity's enemy, but even the gods aren't necessarily on the same side as humans. Those high-ranking beings have long since abandoned humanity and emotions. Besides, we don't even know what 'gods' are... descendants of gods? No! Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, this matter must be handled with caution. I need to quickly draft a report and submit it to the principal!"

"What will happen to Lu Mingfei?" Guderian seemed to be struck by lightning.

"He will probably be locked in an ice cellar and become a research subject." Manstein took out his cell phone.

"You can't do this! I've been telling that kid all along the way that Cassel Academy isn't a research center for abnormal humans. It's the home of hybrids. We're all his family. Have you ever seen a family confine their child for dissection?"

Guderian slapped Manstein's cell phone away and yelled like crazy.

"To the extent that we don't know him at all! At most, we will observe him every day like we would a silverback gorilla, and then use Norma to scan his blood status and analyze his genetic composition." Manstein said in a deep voice.

"But we can't do this... We have no right to deceive a child like this." Guderian felt inexplicably sad.

"Reason." Manstein looked directly into his old friend's eyes, his blue-gray eyes, unique to Aryans, flashing with a cold metallic light.

"Ming Fei... is the most sensible child I've ever met!" Guderian said, his head hanging. "When I said 'I love you' to him, imitating his parents' tone, everyone thought it was ridiculous. He was the only one who didn't laugh. Instead, he replied seriously, 'I love you, too.'"

"There's a gentle light in that child's eyes!"

"You mean, his inner humanity outweighs the indifference of a god?" Manstein asked. "And how does this relate to whether he poses a threat to us?"

"I don't know, but the threat theory is a false proposition. We have no right to treat a sensible and good child as a living specimen or a silverback gorilla in a zoo." Guderian looked sincere.

"Do you remember those days when we were treated as mentally ill and mad, in the darkest darkness? Back then, we cursed each other tacitly through the iron bars, afraid to reveal even the slightest bit of fear and cowardice in our hearts, afraid that our personalities would be crushed by the darkness!"