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

Chapter 316 The King Like a Dragon

Inside the Civic Opera House of Chicago.

On the side of the corridor painted crimson, a crimson door hidden in the wall opened, revealing a room inside—a meeting room to be precise.

Fingal's aura was still behind the wall of the meeting room, Lu Mingfei, who couldn't see through, could only focus on the meeting room first.

There are fourteen high-backed leather chairs in the room, and the thin old man wearing round-frame glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat sitting on the main seat is facing the open door, smiling at Lu Mingfei and Angle outside the door. He looks Like a retired Texas Mounted Policeman, he has both the kindness of an old man and the dignity of a police officer. He still wears a frayed police badge on his hat, but the wrinkles reveal a cowboy-like momentum.

The vice principal said that cowboys are one of the symbols of the American spirit.

These young men who came from the farms of the American Midwest, the English countryside and textile mills, and Mexico in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries rode through the vast wild west wearing chaps and high leather boots, and their waists were forever He hangs two revolvers in leather holsters, his face is buried behind a slanted cowboy hat, half of his face is exposed, and a half-smoked cigar is always dangling from the corner of his mouth. When he walks, spurs or other metal ornaments are issued from the back of his cowboy boots. Crisp sound.

Americans feel that the spirit of the pioneers fighting for survival is displayed in the desert sand and dust. The survival spirit tempered in this unique environment is the core of the American spirit.

Of course, that was the United States more than a hundred years ago, and it has nothing to do with the United States now.

At the end of the 19th century, the east and west railways ran through, and the vigorous figures of cowboys amidst the roar of sirens were becoming less and less common. The figures of the backs of horses riding into the wind and sand were fixed on the posters of Hollywood blockbusters. A way to pay homage to cowboys from a bygone era.

Just looking at the old man in front of him, Lu Mingfei really had the feeling of seeing a cowboy—a cowboy abandoned by the times. Although he was wearing a mounted police uniform, his silvery temples seemed to be filled with gravel. Belonging to this era again, just as cowboys are replaced by barbed wire and trains, but the temperament of being a pioneer still flows through his body. Maybe now there is a pair of revolvers full of bullets hidden in the drawer at his hand.

Lu Mingfei looked around at the rest of the people again. There was a handsome or beautiful young man sitting on every other chair. They all greeted Angers in the same way, raised their right fists, and showed the silver color on their index fingers. Rings, thick and simple rings, with different totems on the huge rings—that is their respective family crests.

Lu Mingfei looked at the index finger of the old man on the main seat, the same large silver ring, the totem on the ring was very familiar - a four-winged griffin with a thorn in its mouth, Lu Mingfei was at Sotheby's Auction just now See this pattern on the curtain.

"I don't need to introduce you? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known funder in the circle, our major client, and the principal of Cassel College."

An old man like a mounted policeman sat at the table and motioned for Ange and Lu Mingfei to sit down casually—although there was only one empty chair in the room now.

"Anthracene, I didn't expect you to bring a young man here," the old man expressed surprise at the right time, "I'm really sorry, we seem to have fewer seats."

"It seems that time has begun to make you forgetful, Henkel," Anger said meaningfully, "this is really a pity."

"If you're really sorry, at least stop laughing?" Henkel said.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," Anger sat on the only empty chair, lit a handmade cigar, and looked at Henkel who was just opposite him, "Let me introduce, Lu Mingfei, a researcher of the academy, at the same time It is also a descendant of my old friend Lu Shanyan, add a chair for him."

"I'm sorry," Henkel shook his head, "Because the preparation for this meeting was a bit hasty, we didn't prepare any extra chairs. I'm afraid we can only invite your students to stand for a while."

"You don't mind, young man?" Henkel looked up at Lu Mingfei, smiling kindly.

All the young people followed Henkel's gaze and turned to look at Lu Mingfei. Fourteen pairs of eyes stared at him, as if they wanted to magnify his embarrassment standing at the table next to the meeting. times.

Of course, some of them feel that this is not embarrassment. After all, everyone on the table is a representative of one party. They and Henkel both represent their respective families. Serre, but he is a legendary dragon slayer and the principal of Kassel, and his weight is no less than that of a mixed-race family.

This young man named Lu Mingfei is just a researcher of Kassel, he is just an employee of Angers, such an identity is not qualified to sit with them - of course, he is still a rookie among alchemists , but to be on an equal footing with them, at least one must be a long-established master alchemist.

As for the descendants of Lu Shanyan mentioned by Anger... Not to mention that the name Lu Shanyan is not very famous in their generation, even if the name Lu Shanyan is enough to attract their attention, it must be Lu Shanyan himself. If they are at the same level as them, what is a descendant?
The men stared at Lu Mingfei with a playful golden light in their eyes, while the women stared at Lu Mingfei's face with a bit of brilliance in their eyes.

"Of course I don't mind," Lu Mingfei also smiled and shook his head to meet everyone's gaze, "But I hope you don't mind."

I?
Henkel froze for a moment.

The others were also stunned.

There was no one moving in the seat. Lu Mingfei strode over to the seat on the left of Angers, grabbed a young man by the back collar of the seat, and raised his arm. The young man drew a beautiful parabola in the air, viciously fell to the ground by the door.

There was silence in the conference room.

Lu Mingfei sat down on the young man's seat, turned his head to look at the young man who got up in a panic, and nodded, "Thank you."

The young man got up from the ground. For some reason, Lu Mingfei just grabbed him by the collar, as if clamping the joints of his whole body. When he was thrown into the air, he couldn't even adjust his posture. Moderate the impact of landing.

He stared at Lu Mingfei with a cold face. His pride and dignity were severely trampled by a rookie alchemist, but the experience of being thrown out without any power to fight back just now made him understand that no matter what he does now Bring shame on yourself.

The world of mixed races is a world that emphasizes strength. Even if he just reprimands Lu Mingfei for his uneducated and polite behavior just now, in the eyes of other mixed races, it is just a weak and useless accusation made by a sheep bullied by wolves. .

"Ah, it seems that there are no extra chairs." Lu Mingfei looked at the young man at the door with a smile, "It seems that I can only wrong you to stand for a while."

He turned his head to look at Henkel, and stared at the old man with mounted police uniform and cowboy temperament with slightly blue golden pupils, the smile on his face was almost the same as before: "You don't mind, do you?"

Henkel was silent for a moment: "Of course."

He looked at Angers again: "You brought a very nice young man."

"Mingfei has always been the most outstanding young man I know." Anger made no secret of his admiration for Lu Mingfei.

The young man whose seat was robbed walked to the conference table with a throbbing forehead, and stood in a place far away from Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei sat on the chair calmly, without the slightest guilt, as if he didn't snatch the chair, but it should have been his in the first place.

The young man looked at Lu Mingfei resentfully from the corner of his eye, but his vision slowly froze in the air. If a person's vision is a light, then there must be two paths of light in his eyes in the air in an extreme manner. Slow speed extension.

"Nice job, brother."

Everything around seemed to come to a standstill, and at some point, Lu Mingze was sitting on the edge of the conference table, directly opposite Lu Mingfei.

His two short legs hang down, his arms are pressed back on the table to support his body, his head is slightly tilted back, the sun from nowhere illuminates his body, his skin is as transparent as white, and his golden pupils are burning .

"You are more and more like a king now." He looked at Lu Mingfei, with those beautiful big eyes that seemed to be joyful or sentimental, and added softly, "A king like a dragon."

(End of this chapter)