I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 153 Temporary Residence in Cassel

As the actual leader of Walter Alheim, in theory, the administrative level of director Accadura is not much lower than that of principal Angers, and in terms of importance, his director is no less than the principal.

It stands to reason that even if he was knocked out by Angers when he was doing some shameful things, his attitude would not be as humble as a mouse that has seen a cat.

But the current situation is quite special-Ange still has a jackknife in his hand.

There is dragon blood flowing in the body of the hybrid, which naturally hides the violent side of the dragon, so in many cases, fists and blades can largely represent the status of a hybrid.

It's been a long time since Angers' fists are hard, but it's hard to ask if the jackknife in his hand is sharp...

Those dragons who were thrown into the Styx one by one by Angers had a say.

Although the blade of the jackknife did not pop out, Director Akadullah was still going to give it the respect it deserved.

"headmaster?"

Unlike the trembling Director Acadura, Lu Mingfei was more surprised and embarrassed.

Surprised to be able to meet the principal of Kassel College in such a place, and embarrassed to be caught by the theoretically supreme leader of this school for some shameful behavior.

He sneaked a peek at the old man who came here. He wore a black suit without a single wrinkle, short silver hair, and a beard that had been carefully trimmed. Part of the charm.

This old man doesn't look like an old man at all, he is tall and mighty, lively and lively, his eyes are not cloudy like an old man's, but bright like a young man's, but it reveals the years of wind and frost that young people can't have.

The only strange thing is that Lu Mingfei couldn't feel his aura, so he didn't notice the old man entering the warehouse before—although it's normal for an expert like the headmaster of Kassel Academy to hide his aura from him, but Lu Mingfei couldn't figure out why he would do this.

Why would the principal of a school hide his aura in his own school?

"You are Mingfei, right?"

The old man held a jackknife in his hand, and when he saw Lu Mingfei, he put the pocketknife in his pocket, strode forward and opened his arms to him as a hug.

Collided by the old man's strong arms and solid chest muscles, Lu Mingfei felt a strong smell of sandalwood and cigars drilled into his nose. After the heat came over, he held his nose and backed away quickly, as if smelling the rotten flesh fermented in the sewer for a week.

After a warm hug, Ange sent Lu Mingfei, took two steps back, and glanced at his face, and after a long time, joy appeared on his face.

"You don't look much like your great-grandfather," Angers smiled kindly like an elder, "but your eyebrows are exactly the same."

"You are the headmaster of Angers? Do you know my great-grandfather?"

Lu Mingfei remembered that the vice principal had mentioned to him that the principal knew his great-grandfather Lu Shanyan.

"I used to be comrades-in-arms with him, until he died in battle with my other comrades-in-arms," ​​Ange said lightly of a cruel experience, "I survived and inherited their legacy."

Lu Mingfei was a little moved, but Director Arcadura and Researcher Duran were unmoved.

Dragon slaying is not going to an amusement park to whack-a-mole. It is not uncommon for every dragon slayer to have a comrade-in-arms who died.

In the history books of dragon slaying, sacrifice has always been the most intense pen and ink.

"I'm very happy to meet you. I once thought that his descendants would live the lives of ordinary people." The expression on Angers' face couldn't tell whether it was happiness or sadness, "although this is not a bad thing."

"You are here..."

Lu Mingfei, who was caught doing bad things, asked a little nervously.

"I just saw the report that you came to school, so I came to see you," Angers smiled, "after all, you are the descendant of my old friend."

Anger didn't wait for Lu Mingfei to speak, but already looked at the Siming Sword on the shelf.

"You want that sword?"

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Then take it, and treat it as a gift from me to the younger generation," Anger pointed at the sword, "You have already been approved by 'it', right?"

"It" naturally refers to the living spirit lodged in the sword.

"Uh... that's it."

Lu Mingfei didn't know if suppressing Huo Ling was considered to be its approval.

"But my reward is only a B-level alchemy weapon. Is it inappropriate to give it to me?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's not 'give', it's 'send', it's not your reward, it's a gift from me personally," Anger shook his head, "You can choose another B-level weapon that suits you, I recommend a dagger or Short weapons like ribs, after all, you already have a sword."

"This is inappropriate..."

Lu Mingfei seemed a little embarrassed, but with a movement of his feet, he had already copied the sword into his hand.

"There is nothing inappropriate. This sword has been placed here for decades, and no one can get its approval." Angers waved his hand, "If you leave it like this, it will only accumulate dust. Since you can use it , then I will give it to you, and it can be regarded as a new dragon-slaying booster for a weapon that is generally unusable."

"Thank you Principal!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that the elegant and gentlemanly old man in front of him was so cute.

"Since we have met, I still have a small gift for you," Anger said with a smile, "but I didn't bring that little thing with me, so you may have to go to the principal's office again in a few days , do you need me to arrange a dormitory for you?"

"Then I will trouble you, principal!"

There was no important matter left and right, so Lu Mingfei responded.

According to the vice-principal, Principal Angers is also a legend in the European mixed-race world. His brilliant achievements in slaying dragons can be written into a book as thick as an Oxford dictionary, and the gifts must be generous.

"In this case, there is no need to worry about choosing weapons for the time being. You can choose more these few days and choose a B-level weapon that suits you." Anger patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "Although B-level weapons In any case, it is definitely not as good as your sword, but if you use it well, it will bring a deadly threat to the enemy."

"Don't underestimate short-edged weapons. The lethality of a weapon is not completely related to its size."

Angers means a lot.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

……

Because most of the students left school to go home during the winter vacation, it was easy to arrange a temporary place to live. Lu Mingfei temporarily lived in a junior dormitory building.

Not all students will leave school during the winter vacation. A small number of students will stay here for various reasons, such as homelessness, those who want to make up lessons for self-study during the winter vacation, and those who simply don’t want to go home, etc...

In the dormitory diagonally opposite Lu Mingfei lived a junior senior who didn't go home during the winter vacation.

To his surprise, when he ran into this senior brother in the corridor, he saw a familiar face.

"Brother Ye Sheng?"

Lu Mingfei really did not expect that he would meet Senior Brother Ye Sheng in the dormitory of the University of Kassel who brought him the vice principal's alchemy textbook and small alchemy props!
(End of this chapter)