Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 55 Flags
The so-called auction in my impression is to put an item out and then a group of people bid for it, and the one with the highest price wins.

This has nothing to do with him, unless the auction is a power sword, a power spear, a powerful weapon that he needs very much now.

So Lu Mingfei's subconscious reaction was:
"Auction? Do you want me to snatch something?"

"No, we follow the formal auction process."

Angers shook his head.

"Then why do you want me to accompany you?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

He didn't really want to waste time on unnecessary things, he might as well paint and pray, or train Chu Zihang and Fingel into qualified fighters.

"That depends on what kind of answer you want to hear."

Ange smiled lightly.

"Be honest with me, you know I don't want riddles and lies."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then I'll tell the truth."

Anger got up, walked to Lu Mingfei and sat down.

Lu Mingfei could smell the peculiar scent of men's perfume on his body.

"I want Ni to appear as the banner of Kassel College. Or rather - a weapon."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ange's mouth.

"arms?"

"Yes, weapons."

"The predecessor of Kassel College is the Secret Party. The purpose of the Secret Party is to exterminate all pure-blooded dragons. It belongs to the unswerving dragon-slaying sect."

"But Kassel College is not the only mixed-race settlement in the world, or even a small part of it."

"And the other mixed-race forces don't share the same ideas as the Secret Party. They hide in the dark side of human society and quietly watch the development and changes of the world."

"After suffering serious setbacks in the previous dragon slaying campaigns, even the secret party is pessimistic about the vision of 'slaying the dragon'."

"The difference between pure blood dragons and hybrids cannot be described in words. When you face a real dragon in person, you will be able to realize how unbearable the power and wealth that the Secret Party is proud of in the human world is in front of them. one strike."

Angers said.

"I'll be looking forward to that moment."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Of course, you are an S-rank, a born fighter."

"So I want you to appear in the mixed-race world as a 'weapon' and a 'flag', so that the Secret Party can feel at ease and regain their strength;"

"At the same time, it can also deter other mixed-race forces and let them know that the secret party has not declined, lest someone wants to give us a knife as a gift to the Dragon Clan before we start a war with the Dragon Clan."

"When necessary, we can also strike first. To use the words of the great man in your hometown, it means - 'One punch will be avoided, and a hundred punches will not come'."

Angers said.

"It sounds like I have no reason to refuse."

Lu Mingfei said.

He doesn't mind being a banner or a weapon, and now he needs to gather his forces to destroy the aliens in his hometown.

Just like the father of genes, Sanguinius, lead the Ninth Legion of the Astartes "Blood Angels" to destroy all enemies of mankind.

"But you should also be one of the flags, Principal Angers."

"Students and professors respect you."

He looked at the delicate and handsome old man in front of him.

"I'm old. I'm almost 130 years old. I can live until now because of my revenge."

Angers smiled.

"Actually, in my opinion, Principal Angers, you are relatively young."

Lu Ming said non-sincerely.

"Don't be kidding, I still can't compare with you young people."

"Also, after the auction, let's meet with my old friend and see if we can get some more information from him—about the 'Emperor'."

Angers said.

……

"Participating in an auction with an old slut? That's a good job!"

"The activities and gatherings where the principal comes and goes can be called an upper class. It is said that every time there are young girls who are more than 100 years younger than him, he is fascinated by him!"

Finger's eyes were shining, and his face was full of hope:

"If you can attend the party afterwards, don't forget to pack a few lobsters for your loyal fighters, Captain!"

Three days later, Angers arranged to participate in the auction.

"Of course you can, but I still hope that you can show your true strength in the next battle training."

Lu Mingfei said, opening the special aluminum alloy suitcase made by the equipment department.

In the past few days of training, he could perceive Finger's amazing physical fitness, but the other party still refused to take off the camouflage on his body.

I am afraid that only when facing the heretics of the "emperor" is Fingel willing to truly burst out his anger and sharpness.

"Want to be together?"

Chu Zihang asked from the side.

He saw that the suitcase contained a bolt pistol.

"No, Angers only arranged for me to participate alone, and the possibility of a fight is not high. I'm just not used to not having a weapon on me."

Lu Mingfei took out the golden-red bolt pistol from the box, and couldn't put it down.

The red color comes from the bright blood of St. Jeremy and the red heart symbol of the weeping tears, and the golden wings and exquisite patterns spread out on both sides of the blood drop sparkle.

Naturally, this unique artistic style of painting could not have come from the equipment department. It was the result of his meticulous carving and painting the day before yesterday.

The two extra magazines contained [-] rounds of metal storm bombs. As far as self-defense is concerned, this kind of firepower is enough.

Not to mention that Angers, a hidden veteran, accompanied him this time.

(End of this chapter)