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

Chapter 219 Fingal: Run!

In the twilight of the morning, there were occasional people hurrying in and out of the gate of Union Station in Chicago.

Old Tang took out his wallet and opened it, and looked at the black magnetic card ticket placed in the transparent interlayer. Fortunately, although he was a road idiot, he didn't have the problem of forgetting things.

Walking into the station, Old Tang realized that the waiting hall of Chicago Station was so huge and empty, the white walls were like marble, and the curved dome shone with the faint morning light.

At the gate of Old Tang, I feel like a believer who is visiting St. George's Cathedral, but there is no icon here.

"One dollar, just one dollar..."

Someone spoke from the side of him, it seemed that because of the distance, the voice was ethereal and unreal, as if it came from a long dream.

This is a common begging phrase. Old Tang lived in a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn, so he was used to hearing it, but he didn't expect it to be popular in Chicago.

He turned his head and wanted to refuse with ease, but half of the words were stuck in his throat.

The man who spoke looked a little too miserable.

He was lying on the waiting bench, wearing a dark green plaid shirt and trousers of the same color. The clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time, and his beard and hair were also rolled together. The shirt was bulging, but his face was very sallow, and his silver-gray eyes were dull and dry.

In all fairness, this was the worst beggar Old Tang had ever seen.

After hesitating for a while, Old Tang took out his wallet and took out a twenty-dollar bill from it—now he would not feel bad about taking out twenty dollars.

Hmm... at least it doesn't hurt too much.

Old Tang put away his wallet, walked over and handed the money to the beggar lying on the bench, but unexpectedly, the beggar didn't look at the note, but stared straight at Old Tang. He was furious.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Facing the beggar's staring gaze, Old Tang asked with a tingly scalp.

The beggar slowly put his hand into his pocket, and took out a black magnetic card ticket from his dry pocket, and asked Old Tang with a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Brother, are you waiting for train CC1000?"

Old Tang was taken aback, took out his wallet, and took out the magnetic card ticket that was exactly the same as that in the beggar's hand.

"Student! My dear ones! I did not misread just now!"

The beggar who was on the verge of death a second ago, lying on the ground with a pale face, was refreshed instantly. He jumped up from the bench and walked to Old Tang in two or three steps, showing the excitement of seeing comrades on the streets of the underground party.

"Student, I just saw that you have a ticket in your wallet. Are you an old student returning to school or a freshman entering school?"

The beggar eagerly stretched out his hand to the banknote in Old Tang's hand, and said.

"Uh... hello, senior brother. I'm a freshman, Ronald Tang. Senior brother, you can just call me Old Tang."

Old Tang handed the money to the beggar.

"Finger von Frings, old Tang, I'm committed to your brother."

Finger took the money and wanted to pat Old Tang on the shoulder, but he stopped when he saw his hands that hadn't been washed for several days. It has the face of a social person.

"Brother Fingel, are you also waiting for the bus here?"

As a person who is already in his twenties and started to go to the third year, Old Tang always felt that as a freshman, calling some sophomores and juniors called brothers and sisters might be a bit of a psychological barrier, but now facing this Fen Geer called "Senior Brother" and he spoke very fluently, without any psychological barriers.

After all, no matter how you look at it from the image, he is a homeless man over 30 years old.

"Yeah, I'm waiting to go back to school, and I've been waiting here for two days."

Fingal complained.

"Two days?"

Old Tang stared wide-eyed, thinking that the efficiency of the Kassel Academy is so unreliable?

"General students can leave on the same day. Who told me to be low-ranking," Fingel complained. "Especially high-ranking students can go to school by helicopter, while low-ranking students like me have to wait for the bus, sometimes for several days. Can't wait."

"Level? Is it bloodline level?"

Old Tang approached Finger and asked in a low voice, not at all disgusted with his beggar-like slovenliness—after all, Old Tang sometimes lived at home by himself, so he might not be much cleaner than Finger.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have already experienced entrance counseling," Fingel also lowered his voice, "Did your tutor tell you what level you are?"

"Tutor? I haven't gone through the admission procedures yet. Where can I find a tutor..."

Old Tang shook his head.

"How could it not be, the tradition of Kassel College, whoever is the main interviewer when you interview, then who is your tutor when you are admitted, from the moment he interviews you, your file has been assigned to him under your name," Fingel explained, "It seems that your mentor is a careless person, and he didn't even tell you this."

"Well... so that's the case, he may have forgotten."

Recalling Professor Guderian's bloodshot face, extreme excitement and shock in the hotel, Old Tang felt that it was normal for him to forget some trivial things.

"Brother, your interviewer should introduce himself to you, tell me what his name is, brother, I have been in school for eight years, and I know all the professors a little bit, tell me who he is, I For sure."

Fingel patted his chest proudly, Old Tang wondered in his heart, didn't the information say that Kassel College is a four-year institution?Where did the eight years come from?Could it be that this unattractive-looking senior fellow Fingal is actually a big boss with a Ph.D.?No wonder it looks a bit sloppy, it's normal to be academically slovenly.

"Brother, do you know Professor Guderian?"

Old Tang, who regards Fingel as a big doctor, can't help but have a bit more respect in his tone.

"What? Who are you talking about? Professor Guderian? He won't be your interviewer, right?"

Fingal's eyes widened and his voice sounded like a drake with its throat locked.

"Yeah, what's wrong, brother?"

Old Tang didn't understand why Fingel reacted so suddenly.

"Brother, brother, I give you a piece of advice," Fingel put his hands on Old Tang's shoulders, staring into his eyes with a sincere expression, "Run!"

……

In the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, on board the Moniahe, Lu Mingfei sat in Ye Sheng's room, with an arm around his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Ye Sheng, there really isn't much development between you and Sister Yaji. ?"

"I've said it several times, it's really not," Ye Sheng said helplessly, "What happened that day was completely accidental, and we agreed to treat it as if nothing happened for the time being, and we'll talk about it after this mission. After all, this task is really important..."

"Brother, I despise you! Can't you be a man at this time?" Lu Mingfei had a look of hatred, "Isn't it just some rules? Wouldn't it be good for you two to develop an underground relationship quietly?"

"Emotions can affect the commissioner's judgment underwater..."

Ye Sheng was interrupted by Lu Mingfei disdainfully in the middle of his speech: "Brother, do you think that if nothing happened between you two, it means that you have no relationship? I have never heard that this thing can be restrained."

"..."

After a long silence, Ye Shengcai said: "Actually, I have really considered it. After this mission, if Yaji is willing, I will apply with her to be transferred from the underwater operation team and disclose our relationship. Given the importance of this mission Sex, as long as we make enough achievements, we may be able to stay in the executive department after being transferred, and join some special trainings that are only open to elite commissioners, and then we can transfer to the regular combat team in the future. The regular combat team is allowed to have couples of."

"Even if the co-author is transferred from the underwater operation, you two still refuse to leave the front line? Are you so adventurous?"

Lu Mingfei complained.

"It's a bit of a risk, someone has to take it," Ye Sheng smiled, "If this mission goes ahead, we should be able to apply for a honeymoon leave, and I will send you travel photos when the time comes."

"Please be sure to send me the photo of Aki-senpai wearing a bikini on the beach."

Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together.

"Bah! There are no photos of Yaji in a swimsuit, but the photos of senior brother wearing swimming trunks on the beach will definitely fill your mailbox!"

Ye Sheng glared at Lu Mingfei viciously.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up, and he said with a cheap smile: "Isn't that just right? I heard that Senior Brother Ye Sheng has many little girls in school. I can use your photo to find them and exchange them for clothes. Bikini pictures."

"Brother, do you dare to be more shameless?"

"I can send those photos of the girls in bikinis to you, brother—when you and Sister Yaji are on your honeymoon."

"Sorry, I was wrong!"

Ye Sheng bowed his head and apologized.

"Okay, no kidding, according to Norma's forecast, there will be six-level winds and heavy rains here during the day tomorrow, and it will last until night, and then it's time for you, brothers and sisters, to go into the water to perform tasks," Lu Mingfei said seriously, "We must Pay attention to safety, Professor Mance said that there may be a palace of the King of Bronze and Fire underwater."

"The weather in the Yangtze River has changed too drastically these days. At the beginning, Norma predicted the weather, and the storm should be tomorrow night. As a result, the current prediction result is half a day earlier than the original forecast, and it has changed from night to day," Lu Ming said. Nonsense, "However, Norma predicts that the weather will be stormy and foggy, and the visibility will be extremely low. Even in the daytime, there is no need to worry about being discovered."

"Perhaps the change of weather is the vision caused by the presence of the Dragon King's palace? It's like the birth of an ancient emperor with a certain momentum," Ye Sheng joked, "The king of bronze and fire... the creation left by such a stalwart existence unexpectedly To be discovered by Yaji and me, if it is true, our names will probably be recorded in the history of the secret party, right?"

"I hope that the names left by you two won't be marked with 'sacrifice' or 'martyr'," Lu Mingfei patted Ye Sheng's shoulder, "Remember don't stand up, I'll confess my love to Yaji after this mission is over ' and other flags, although you seem to have set it just now."

Lu Mingfei took out a palm-sized metal token from his pocket and handed it to Ye Sheng: "Take this when you go out on missions, maybe it will be useful."

"what is this?"

Ye Sheng took the token and asked curiously.

"The flag-opening order, the principal gave it to me, and I will lend it to my brother for your use. There is a defensive type of speech spirit sealed inside. It may save your life when you are in danger. Hold it and concentrate on reading the opening of Taoism aloud." The flag spell can be summoned." Lu Mingfei stood up, seeing the change in Ye Sheng's expression, he seemed to want to return the flag-opening order to himself, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Brother, don't think it is too precious, this is just what I lent Yours, remember to return it to me when you come out of the water."

After saying this, Lu Mingfei got up and strode out of Ye Sheng's room gracefully, leaving only Ye Sheng grinning from the pain in his shoulders to sit blankly, staring blankly at the door closed by Lu Mingfei , It took a long time to spit out a word.

"The flag-opening order...how do you read it?"

(End of this chapter)