Author: Youjiu L

After some intense discussions, which led to discussions about adding a few more beds in the infirmary, an accepted result was reached.

Doesn't count.

Because the handicap is very clear, he will officially become S-level after this 3E exam, while Lu Mingfei is still tentatively classified as S-level.

Although there are still a small number of people who think this is a word game, most people still admit the result.

So some people became rich overnight, and some people became slaves overnight.

Lu Mingfei's account had an extra $100,000.

"It's okay, brother."

He came to the infirmary to visit Chu Zihang.

"It's okay. Professor Masashi Toyama said we were just sleepwalking."

Chu Zihang said,

"Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Can not remember."

Chu Zihang thought for a while and said.

"That's good."

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was difficult for a mortal will to bear the emotions of a space warrior.

"What should I dream about?"

Chu Zihang asked, knowing that Lu Mingfei should know the answer.

"I participated in a battle with some undead who were afraid of death."

Lu Mingfei hesitated and said.

The Necrons use real-life technology, and there should be no danger in mentioning it to this extent.

"Did you win?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I didn't win, but I didn't lose either."

Lu Mingfei replied.

The Necrons are not alive, they can be resurrected an infinite number of times, so they have not destroyed them.

But the planet is still in human hands, so they haven't lost.

Chu Zihang saw his sadness and patted his shoulder.

"Junior brother, can't you care about your other roommate?"

Fingel said bitterly.

His injuries were much more serious than Chu Zihang's, but they were just superficial injuries. With a mixed-race physique, he could just rest for a few days.

"I waited at the library door because I cared about you."

He looked aggrieved, which was very eye-catching.

"You just care about my exam results."

Lu Mingfei exposed him coldly.

"That's all concern. But junior brother, you are really fierce. You are the first person in a hundred years to be admitted to the infirmary together during the 3E exam."

Fingel clicked his tongue in admiration.

"It doesn't matter, just take the test again."

Chu Zihang was worried that he would blame himself, so he comforted him.

He already knew the school's outcome from Fingel.

Lu Mingfei does have a headache. Although the little devil has not caused any real harm so far, it is quite annoying when something happens from time to time.

He hates the feeling of having his plans disrupted.

"We need to rent Norton Hall as soon as possible."

Lu Mingfei said seriously,

"What happened?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I'm going to perform a purification ritual."

He said,

"Purify whom?"

Chu Zihang asked while looking at Fingel.

If there is one person in this academy who needs to be purified, it must be him.

"Why? Apart from my dirty thoughts, dirty life, and sneaky actions."

As Fingel spoke, he began to feel guilty and looked at Lu Mingfei carefully.

"Junior Brother Lu, you don't really intend to purify me, do you?"

"It's not time yet. What I want to purify is myself."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Then how to purify? Baptism with holy water? Or burning with fire?"

Chu Zihang also knows a thing or two about religious rituals.

"No need for fire, that's the Battle Sister way. Prepare these things for me."

He took out his notebook and pen, wrote down a list and tore it up to Fingel.

"I'm good or bad"

Fingel opened his mouth to speak.

"The rest is yours."

Lu Mingfei placed a stack of Franklins on the bedside.

"Put it on me, please do it."

Fingel grabbed the dollars and ran away. His vigorous posture did not look like an injured person at all.

"What do you need me to do?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I need you to be a witness to the ritual. If I am really possessed by the devil, then use the sword I made for you to cut off my head with your own hands, and then burn me to ashes."

Lu Mingfei said.

Chu Zihang remained silent.

"You're gonna do it, right? Bro."

he asked.

"I will."

Chu Zihang said with difficulty.

He doesn't understand why fate always makes him choose, choose to lose his father, choose to lose his friends.

However, he has become accustomed to not asking and suffering silently.

"Don't worry, brother, I'm not that fragile. I still want to accompany you to save your father and smash the head of that false god."

Lu Mingfei punched him in the chest.

"Is this your promise?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Of course, the Emperor's warriors never lie."

Unless necessary.

At the welcome lunch, students wearing dark green school uniforms sat under the curved dome of the restaurant.

This restaurant is like a cathedral from the age of knights. A huge tree-shaped chandelier hangs in the center of the dome, each leaf is a small crystal lamp, and Latin inscriptions welcoming new students are hung on the granite walls.

The students sat around the dining table. The student in charge sat at the end of the table, and Fingel sat at the end of the table.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat on his left.

"I never thought you were still a student cadre."

Chu Zihang looked at him with admiration.

"Don't look down on people, I'm still the person in charge of the news channel. However, the main reason I sit here is because they don't want to have a separate table for sixth-grade students, so they sent me to sit with the freshmen."

Fingel said with an unhappy look.

When he saw the plate brought by the waiter, he became even more unhappy.

"It's elbow, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes again. Can't you make something else?"

"I can help you adjust it alone, do you want it?"

The waiter said good-naturedly.

"Of course, by the way, I like Kobe beef and bluefin tuna sashimi."

Fingel nodded wildly.

"Okay, then I'll adjust it to mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, and elbows. Do you think this is okay?"

The waiter said seriously.

"Of course, that's bullshit. Nothing has changed, right?"

Fingel's voice was filled with disillusioned anger.

"Eat it, it's a college tradition, unless you become the principal."

The waiter put down the dishes and walked away gracefully.

“Why is Academy Tradition German?”

Chu Zihang had been taken to eat Western food and knew that this dish was a traditional German dish.

"Because the Cassel family is the founder of the school. They are a famous dragon-slaying family in Germany. They can produce several dragon-slaying masters from generation to generation. Even the principal was only a second-tier figure in the Cassel family back then."

Fingel cut a square piece of elbow meat with a knife and fork, pretending it was a medium-rare Kobe steak.

"It turns out that the principal is from the Cassel family."

Chu Zihang felt that he had received important information.

"No, the Cassel family has been wiped out."

Fingel shook his head.

"Didn't you say that the principal was a second-tier figure in the Cassel family back then?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The Cassel family is not the only one with the surname Cassel. If a dragon-slaying family like that only brought their own family to play, they would have finished playing. Of course, they did finish playing in the end."

Fingel's Chinese is becoming more and more down-to-earth.

"Those who fight against aliens should be respected."

Lu Mingfei reminded.

"Understood. By the way, Junior Brother Lu, I've got everything else you want, but there's one thing that's really hard to get."

Fingel showed a rare embarrassed expression.
Chapter completed!