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

Chapter 264 Beowulf and the Equipment Department
Italy, Sardinia, Hotel Le Dune.

Sun, sand, granite, and coconut trees that grow coconuts.

This is Lu Mingfei’s impression of Sardinia. It is said that this island once attracted Princess Diana and her lover to come here for a tryst and vacation, but they were photographed by paparazzi together with their luxury yacht before they had time to land on the island.

Of course, this is actually a rumor - they were actually photographed after they were on the island.

The Secret Party chose this place for the Council of Elders. The reason is that some elders are really too old. Even if they are of mixed race, the fresh vitality brought to them by dragon blood has been washed away by time. For them, there are only a few days left. For the sake of their lives, the Council of Elders still has to choose a comfortable environment as much as possible.

In addition, I would like to thank Gattusoga for his generosity, covering all the expenses of the elder meeting.

Although in the eyes of most of the secret party veteran families behind the background, the Gattuso family, which has only made a fortune in recent generations, is a nouveau riche family, but even with contempt for the nouveau riche, they have to admit that the Gattuso family is an upstart family. Very, very rich upstart.

Facts have proved that money can really pass through the gods. Decades ago, the upstart Gattuso's family squeezed into the school board by spending money. The status has become more and more important, and the Gattuso family has also achieved a magnificent turn from an upstart to a top veteran, standing at the core of the secret party's power.

In Le Dune's largest meeting room, the elders sit around the conference table.

The vast majority of them are old and out of shape old antiques, their skin is wrinkled as if they have lost moisture, their hair tips are so dry that they will break if touched, and the dark dresses on their bodies still show the obvious style of the last century. Wearing a top hat that is uncommon in this day and age.

If it weren't for the fact that the school directors were too old, they said they were vampires who had just been dug out from the ground, and this was the general meeting of the thirteen clans of Cain.

Compared with most of the old and wrinkled school managers, the two beautiful girls, Elizabeth and Leona, were like flowers blooming in the cemetery when they were seated.

Angers sat at the head and presided over the meeting.

Although more than four-fifths of the elders here look older than Angers, in fact most of them are still young in the face of Angers' 130 years of experience.

The Elders' Council is different from the school board. Although Kassel's dragon slaying major is high-end, it is still a school after all. The school board is a commercial organization after all. Whoever pays the most will have the loudest voice, so in the school board River Ross The voice is the loudest, and Angers, as the principal "hired" by the school board, is restricted everywhere.

The Council of Elders is the power organization of the secret party. Whoever holds the most power in the secret party will speak the loudest. Whoever has the most meritorious service in the secret party will speak the most arrogantly. The toughest.

Unfortunately, although Angers is not the one with the most power, he is undoubtedly the person with the highest merit and strength. Moreover, although Kassel College nominally belongs to the school board, there are five members in the school board, but only one principal. Sometimes the identity of the principal is better than that of the school manager.

Lu Mingfei sits under Angers, and as the agent of the "Mentor Flamel", his status in the secret party is extremely high. After all, the mentors of Flamel in the past are all allies of the secret party rather than members of the secret party. , In principle, everyone is an equal relationship.

"Is there some people who didn't come?" Anger, who was highly respected, was the host of the elders' meeting, looking around and asked, "I see some old faces are missing, but there are more young people."

Most of the "young people" in his mouth are so wrinkled that they can kill several flies.

"A few have died over the years, and some are too old to move, so the ones who come here are replaced by young people." An elder said, his voice sounded like he was cutting granite with a rusty blunt saw.

"That means we're all here. I'm glad to see that everyone is still alive." Anger enlivened the atmosphere, "I hope that next time more young people will come, preferably young and beautiful girls."

Lu Mingfei suspected that the principal might also be in a state of ecstasy, otherwise why would he speak so harshly.

"About this meeting, everyone must have discussed it with your family in advance." Angers said slowly.

The elders meeting was arranged after the school board meeting, and several days later, because the elders represented their own families, they had to hold a family meeting in the family before participating in the elders meeting.

"Ange, you don't have to mock us," one of the elders said, "every half-breed in the secret party puts the mission of slaying dragons above their own and the family's self-interest, and no one will When the revived Dragon King in full bloom, he thought about protecting himself wisely."

"Strictly speaking, everyone here is not a human being, but a human-dragon hybrid."

The abrupt young man's voice sounded, and the elders all looked at the handsome young man beside Angers.

Surprisingly, these old things in their own families who are as majestic as feudal monarchs have maintained a considerable degree of tolerance and restraint when facing Lu Mingfei, a young man who is less than 20 years old. The elders who were in the past were silent.

Lu Mingfei is the deputy principal's agent, and the veterans here basically know what kind of top-notch "Mentor Flamel" of this generation is. If he treats his agent as himself, then Lu Mingfei's performance It can be described as polite.

Angers gave Lu Mingfei a weird look. He could understand that Lu Mingfei had a grudge with the Gattuso family. After all, Lu Mingfei and Caesar were friends, but he and the elders should have no grievances or enmities, right?Was it infected by that old rascal?
"Of course I believe in you, but it's just that there are many considerations when interests are involved," Anger said, "I just hope that everyone can understand the simplest truth. Before victory, we are not qualified to divide up the spoils, and naturally we did not discuss this. The necessity of the topic."

Angers' golden pupils were bright and cold, like a blade made of gold, across the eyes of everyone in the meeting room.

Some veterans showed unwilling expressions on their faces, but they couldn't even open their mouths under the pressure of the legendary dragon slayer.

Lu Mingfei looked at all this with cold eyes, and thought it was a bit funny—these people really planned to argue about the distribution of loot in the meeting to discuss how to slay the dragon?

Of course, he couldn't understand the pressure of a family behind the elders, just as the elders couldn't understand Angers' iron-blooded and almost cold style of behavior.

Except for one person.

"Heh..." A person let out an inexplicable laugh, breaking the silent atmosphere of the conference room.

The man sat in the inconspicuous shadow in the corner, with his head down, before he spoke, no one noticed his existence except Lu Mingfei and Ange.

"It's been decades, I'm glad you're still a lonesome and iron-fisted bastard, Ange, but now you've become an old bastard." The old man in the corner raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-gold eyes instead of golden eyes .

Seeing the old man looking up, the elders involuntarily sat up straight.

"Beowulf, 'Dragon Bloodthirsty'!" a relatively young elder exclaimed in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. He had heard of Beowulf even in Kassel Academy. Even people as proud as Caesar would admit that Beowulf family warriors are as cold and cruel as steel.

For thousands of years, the Beowulf family has been the most steadfast, bravest and cruelest dragon slayers. They adhere to the ancient family motto, and feed each child a drop of dragon blood crystal, which is highly poisonous. Substances, but only after that kind of highly toxic test, the baby is considered useful by the family.

Angers also told Lu Mingfei about this family. The contemporary patriarch of this family was once a close friend of Angers, and was once recognized as the pillar of the "Angers faction" in the secret party. Of course, Angers and Beowulf have never Treat each other as political allies, and they have a good relationship only because they are both dragon-slaying knives forged in blood and fire. It's just that heroes cherish heroes.

It is a pity that Angers later established the Cassel Academy, and Beowulf firmly adhered to the belief that "the so-called dragon slayers trained by the academy can only be greedy for life and fear of death, and the real dragon slayers can only be baptized on the battlefield" attitude, he resolutely rejected Angers' letter of appointment as the head of the executive department, and since then he has only stayed in the secret party as a veteran.

But even at the Elders' Meeting, he rarely attended. In his words, "Beowulf is a dragon slayer, and he is not used to gatherings of half-bloods."

Every half-breed in the secret party calls itself a dragon slayer, and Beowulf's words are undoubtedly insulting them. Faced with this kind of insult, these families all chose...to endure.

No one wants to offend Beowulf. These lunatics once crossed the Eurasian continent in order to hunt down a dragon, and achieved a literal "hunting for thousands of miles". No one wants to bear the consequences of offending them.

If it weren't for the appearance of a suspected dragon king, Beowulf would still not have attended this meeting.

"Old friend, it's a pleasure to meet you here." Angers looked at Beowulf with a smile. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Come and meet the outstanding young people in the academy."

"Is he your student?" Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, staring at the Lionheart logo embroidered on his clothes.

"No, Ming Fei is a researcher of the Equipment Department," Anger said, "and also Lu Shanyan's great-great-grandson."

Beowulf's expression changed. He had never met Lu Shanyan, but he had heard of him and the Lion Heart Society. When he learned that the first generation of the Lion Heart Society and a dragon king died together, he was still a man chased by the elders of his family. Kill a young man of five generations.

"Are you the agent of Flamel's mentor?" Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, "I'm glad that the blood of the excellent dragon slayer has not been cut off."

Beowulf has a high sensitivity to Lu Mingfei. Although he did not join Kassel College, he has a certain understanding of Kassel College.

He has a negative view of almost all departments of Kassel College, especially the Executive Department, and has publicly criticized them for being indecisive, lacking in courage, and not bloody enough-this also shows that the Beowulf family is some kind of lunatic .

But in the whole of Kassel, there is still a department that the Beowulf patriarch appreciates-the Equipment Department.

The behavior style of the explosive demons in the equipment department who "don't consider the consequences, only care about the lethality" won Beowulf's approval, and even the Beowulf family took the initiative to reach a business cooperation with the equipment department.

But later, the Beowulf patriarch seemed to have persuaded the head of the equipment department at the time, saying that weapons did not need to pursue extreme lethality-God knows what the equipment department gave them.

So when he heard that Lu Mingfei was from the equipment department, Beowulf's attitude towards him suddenly became much friendlier.

With the double suppression of Beowulf and Angers, the whole meeting went smoothly unexpectedly. Basically, Angers and Beowulf made the request, and then the other elders reluctantly nodded and agreed, and they had to carry Added a sentence "I slay the dragon from the bottom of my heart".

The meeting went on in an orderly manner until it came to an end. Angers changed the subject and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Now, let Lu Mingfei, on behalf of Flamel's instructor and the equipment department of the academy, mention the technical and weapon support of this operation. above financial needs.”

Most of the other school directors looked pale. After all, when it comes to weapons and equipment, the expenditure must not be small, and the money will have to be paid by them in the end.

"Regarding the funds, in order to let everyone have a deeper and more detailed understanding of the Equipment Department, I specially brought a batch of weapons for display..."

Lu Mingfei spoke slowly, and Ange's face changed suddenly: "When did you bring your weapons?"

"Yesterday, the equipment department flew it over overnight." Lu Mingfei replied.

He clapped his hands, and two waitresses in high-heeled skirts walked in pushing a box that was two meters long, one meter wide, and more than one meter high.

"Don't try it here!" Ange's expression changed drastically.

The corner of Beowulf's patriarch's eyes twitched, and his clenched palms were quietly released.

……

Zaoyang County, HUB Province, China.

On an old and remote street, two middle-aged men stood by the side of the street, puffing and chatting happily.

Ten meters away, a khaki-colored dog stood up with fur, bared white teeth and bright red gums, and barked ferociously at the little boy hiding behind the trees in the green belt.

"Wo-woo-woo-ooh-"

The little boy hiding behind the tree looked like he was only five or six years old. Facing a vicious dog whose shoulder height reached his waist, he trembled from the barking of the dog, tears dripped down his cheeks and chin, and he was too frightened to move. move.

"Erwazi (in Zaoyang dialect, refers to a little boy), don't be afraid, just go ahead boldly, my dog ​​barks fiercely and won't bite!"

A middle-aged man about ten meters away, smoking a cigarette, shouted to the boy in the distance with a smile.

"Woo..." The boy hid behind the tree, his tears grew more and more, he bit his lip and dared not make a sound.

"What are you afraid of? Let's go, it's okay, my dog ​​has never bitten anyone!" The middle-aged man shouted again, "Why is Erwa so timid?"

The boy still didn't dare to leave. The middle-aged man held a cigarette butt and lit him in the distance, chatting and laughing with another middle-aged man: "Nowadays, children are becoming less and less courageous, even afraid of the dog at home."

A young man in a white T-shirt and jeans came from the other side of the street, and the dirt dog turned and barked at him.

"Wow woof! woof... woo—"

The young man's legs were kicked out slowly, and the barking dog kicked on its back, drew a parabola in mid-air and fell to the ground, got up with its tail between its legs.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you kicking my dog ​​on the street?" The middle-aged man shouted at the young man with a stinky face.

The young man turned his head away, his face was handsome and clear, but there was an inexplicable aura of calmness and prestige, the middle-aged man's breathing was stagnant, and his aura was a little timid.

The young man turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and continued to walk forward. When he reached the boy behind the tree, he lowered his head and glanced at him: "Don't be afraid, there is a dog barking at you, just kick it over, the more ostentatious the thing The more serious you are, the softer you are."

"Woo...wow—"

Maybe it was because he relaxed and was no longer so scared, but the boy burst into tears.

"Alas..." The young man sighed and knelt down, "Don't cry."

The boy twitched and wanted to stop crying, but the more he stopped, the more he wanted to cry.

"Oh...why are you still suffering?" The young man looked very distressed, thought for a while and took out an individually wrapped candy from his pocket, "Here is a candy, don't cry."

The young man tore open the candy bag and handed the candy to the crying boy.

"Thanks...thank you uncle." The boy thanked him with a twitch, took the candy and put it in his mouth.

Then the boy's whole face and facial features immediately wrinkled together: "It's so sour!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The young man reached out and rubbed the boy's hair vigorously, laughed and stood up, and the word "Xiu Dou" could be seen on the packaging bag in his hand.

"It's right to be sour, and it will be sweet after being sour."

The young man then threw the candy wrapper into the trash can and left without looking back, leaving only the boy with the candy in his mouth, wanting to vomit but reluctant to vomit.

……

Walking on the old and remote street, the young man glanced around, the ten-storey residential buildings, the shops and green trees on the street, and the stone road under his feet...

Occasionally someone rides a bicycle or an electric car and passes by a young man on the street, and some girls even sneak a glance at him.

As the young man saw along the way, almost everyone had ruddy and healthy faces, without the haggard look he had often seen before.

"It's been 2000... nothing familiar is left..."

The young people have complicated hearts and are full of emotions.

A canteen on the side of the street opened its door, and there was news inside.

"Recently, a construction team accidentally discovered an ancient tomb during construction in XXX. According to expert appraisal, it should be the tomb of the famous founding general of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Hou Wangba of Huai Ling..."

The young man turned his head abruptly, staring at the news broadcast on the TV screen.

(End of this chapter)