In the main control room of the Kassel Academy Library.
When Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang pushed the door open, the rest of the people had already arrived. Pairs of eyes looked at them up and down, as if they were spying on glowing treasures in the dark - in fact, most of their eyes were on them.
Lu Mingfei's body.
Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki, who had served as Lu Mingfei's interviewers, gave him kind smiles, but the other eyes that looked at him were not entirely kind.
Chu Zihang is an acquaintance of the Executive Department, and his abilities are obvious to all, but Lu Mingfei is not. Even if he is an "S" grade approved by the principal, it is useless. The college adheres to the theory of blood, but it does not work here in the Executive Department.
.
Bloodline does not mean strength. They are all fierce warriors who have experienced the battlefield. I have seen too many students who claim to have excellent bloodline, but once they are thrown into a battlefield full of blood and violence, they shrink as if they want to crawl back into their mother's womb.
Remaking ten-month-old soft-footed shrimp!
Moreover, many of them were gamblers who bet their money and lives on the idea that Mingfei could not pass the "3E" exam, but ended up losing miserably.
mmd, it’s obvious that the academy has not produced an “S” grade for forty years. There are similar handicaps every year. They think they have figured out the rules when they lose. The Caesar of the year before last was not an “S” grade. The Caesar of last year was not an “S” grade.
Chu Zihang is not an "S"-level person, so why did he become an "S"-level person out of nowhere this year?
Damn it, it’s not Caesar who’s wrong, it’s not Chu Zihang who’s wrong, it’s not the world that’s wrong, it’s you who’s wrong...
S-level Lu Mingfei!!
"You are here." The principal at the main seat was wearing a crisp black suit, and his long silver-white hair was tied back. He looked at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang with a kind and soft light in his eyes.
It's like a kind elder looking at the children he is most satisfied with.
"Are you Lu Mingfei, our only 'S' class?" A black figure in the corner spoke. The black figure's voice was hoarse and thick, as if a sharp knife was stuck in the throat.
The shadow dragged the car into the light, heavy military boots made heavy footsteps, and the metal wheels of the trailer rubbed against the alloy floor of the control room, making a heart-pounding and harsh sound.
It was a tall, thin, middle-aged man, who looked to be about fifty years old. He was wearing a long black windbreaker over a pure black suit.
What people will never forget is that the man is wearing a black mask on his face. There is a long oxygen tube connected between the mask and the oxygen cylinder hanging on the car. The part of the man's face other than the mask is covered with dark red
The scars are as terrifying as twisted snakes.
"My mentor, Professor von Schneider, is the spokesperson of the Executive Department." Chu Zihang whispered briefly to Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei nodded lightly. Of course he recognized who this was. After all, apart from Professor Schneider, the only person Lu Mingfei remembered who wore the iconic one-eyed mask was Hatake Ka from "Naruto".
Kakashi, but Kakashi is not wearing an oxygen mask.
"If nothing else, you should be talking about me, Professor Schneider." Lu Mingfei nodded in response.
"Do you want to be included in the mission of the execution department and perform the same mission as your senior brother Chu Zihang?" Schneider said in a low tone.
"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded.
"No!" Schneider said firmly.
At the edge of the control room, many members of the executive department were standing in the dark, with sneers on their lips.
Lu Mingfei just looked at Professor Schneider calmly. He was not surprised by this answer. He would have been surprised if the other party agreed straight away.
"Professor, Lu Mingfei is very strong, I can vouch for that." Chu Zihang said.
"It has nothing to do with strength." Even when faced with the support of his proud students, Professor Schneider still maintained a business-like and selfless attitude.
"Do you have any experience on the battlefield?" Schneider asked Xiang Lu Mingfei.
"No." Lu Mingfei answered honestly.
"Have you ever participated in the tasks of the execution department and do you understand the task arrangement model?"
"No."
"Have you ever taken a single class on dragon theory?"
"No."
"Then tell me, why should I agree to let you go to the battlefield?" Schneider said expressionlessly, "In other words, how can you promise me that you will not hold back the execution department, and you will not let yourself and your
Senior brother, my student Chu Zihang or any of my subordinates who worked with you died tragically on the battlefield?"
"I can't guarantee it, professor." Lu Mingfei said, "But no one can guarantee it, because a place where people don't die is not called a battlefield."
"You're right." Schneider was not angry. He glanced at Lu Mingfei like a falcon, "But why should I send you? I have many good enough subordinates, and they are all experienced players.
.”
"The one nestled in the corner has independently captured a 'C' level dangerous hybrid alive; the one standing behind you has completed two 'A' level missions; and the Ye Sheng and Ya Ji you know, our execution department
The best duo in recent years...Give me a reason not to choose a subordinate I trust, but to choose you!"
"Because I am the only 'S' class here besides the principal, and..." Lu Mingfei paused, "No one knows how to slay dragons better than me."
Lu Mingfei knew that it was extremely inappropriate to say this, and it even made him look like a foolish young man who didn't know the heights of the world.
But this was his reason, because what he said was true. No one knew how to slay dragons better than him, including Hilbert Jean Angers, who was known as the most powerful dragon slayer in the world.
According to the original development in the dream, the great achievements of the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountain, the White King, and Lu Mingfei, directly or indirectly, in just two years were greater than the entire secret party's hundred years of dragon slaying combined.
Even more brilliant!
After Lu Mingfei said this expressionlessly, the entire control room fell into a brief silence, and then the whole room burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha..."
Laughter full of mockery swept in from all directions, as harsh as a demonic voice filling the brain.
But the old man sitting in the main seat did not smile. The painting that he had burned in his office and the painting that the boy painted on his beloved tea table were printed in his mind uncontrollably.
The ground was covered with dragon corpses, and the scene was as miserable as purgatory. The boy sat high on the throne, looking around.
"If you are telling me a joke to try to fool me, I advise you not to do it. I never like to joke." Schneider stared at Lu Mingfei coldly, "If I don't agree to this,
There is no room for bargaining, even if the principal comes to help you, it will not work!"
"Ahem." Principal Ange coughed twice to interrupt the tense atmosphere, and then looked at Schneider, "Unfortunately, I happen to be right here, so what I say doesn't make any difference?"
"Principal, what do you mean..." Schneider's eye that was not covered by the mask was full of disbelief.
"Let this kid try it. After all, he is our only 'S' class." Ange looked deeply at Lu Mingfei.
Schneider wanted to say something, but Ange stopped him with a wave of his hand. He pointed at Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki beside him.
"The premise is that you and Chu Zihang can do better than them."