I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly Chapter 261

Italy, Sardinia, LeDune Hotel.

Sunshine, sand, granite, and coconut palms.

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. As a result, they and their luxury yacht were photographed by paparazzi before they could 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 the Veterans Association in this place on the grounds that some of the Veterans are really too old, even if they are half-bloods, the fresh vitality brought to them by dragon blood has been washed away by time, and there are only a few days left for them. For the small life, the elders will still try to choose a comfortable environment.

In addition, thanks to Gattusoga for his generosity, which covered all the expenses of the elders.

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

Facts have proved that money can really help the mind. Decades ago, the upstart Gattuso family squeezed into the school board by throwing money. The status has become more and more important, and the Gattuso family has also achieved a gorgeous turn from a nouveau riche to a top veteran, standing at the core of the secret party's power.

In LeDune's largest conference room, the elders sat around the conference table.

The vast majority of them are old antiques that are too old to look like. Their skins are wrinkled as if they have lost moisture, and their hair ends are dry as if they will break when touched. Wearing a top hat that is no longer common in this day and age.

If it weren't for the fact that the school directors were too old to say that they were vampires that had just been dug out of the ground, this was the general gathering of the thirteenth clan of Cain.

Compared to most of the crumpled old school directors, Elizabeth and Leona, two beautiful girls, were like flowers in the graveyard when they were seated.

Angers sat in the first place and presided over the meeting.

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

The Elder Council is different from the school board of directors. Although Cassel's dragon slaying major is high, it is still a school after all. The school board of directors is a commercial organization after all. Te's voice is the loudest, and Angers, as the principal "hired" by the school board, is limited 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 highest achievement in the secret party will speak the most arrogantly. Whoever has the strongest strength in the secret party will speak up. The toughest.

Unfortunately, although Angers is not the one with the most power, he is undoubtedly the most accomplished and powerful person. Moreover, although Kassel Academy nominally belongs to the school board, there are five board members and only one principal. At that time, the identity of the principal is better than that of the school director.

Lu Mingfei was sitting at the hands of Angers. As the agent of "Flamel Mentor", his status was extremely high in the secret party. After all, all the previous generations of Flamel mentors were allies of the secret party, not members of the secret party. , in principle, everyone is an equal relationship.

"Did some people not come?" The well-respected Angers, as the host of the elders' meeting, looked around and asked, "I see less old faces, 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 old man said, his voice like cutting a rusty blunt saw through granite.

"Even if you're all here, I'm glad to see that you're still alive," Angers enlivened the atmosphere. "I hope that next time there will be more young people, preferably young and beautiful girls."

Lu Mingfei suspected that the principal might also be in a mood, otherwise why would he speak so bitterly.

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

The elders' meeting is arranged after the school board, and several days later, because the elders represent their families, before participating in the elders' meeting, they have to hold a clan meeting in the family.

"Angers, you don't have to make fun of us," an elder said. "Every hybrid in the secret party puts the mission of slaughtering dragons above their own and the family's selfish interests, and no one will face a When the revival of the Dragon King of Full Prosperity, he thought of Mingzhe to protect himself."

"But strictly speaking, everyone here is not human, but a mixture of human and dragon."

The sudden voice of the young man sounded, and the elders all looked at the handsome young man beside Angers.

Surprisingly, these old people who are majestic as feudal monarchs in their own family have maintained a considerable degree of tolerance and restraint when facing Lu Mingfei, a young man who is less than twenty years old. The elders who directly confronted him were silent.

Lu Mingfei is the deputy principal's agent. The elders here basically know what kind of "Flammel mentor" this generation is. If he treats his agent as himself, then Lu Mingfei's performance It is polite.

Angers glanced at Lu Mingfei strangely. It is understandable that Lu Mingfei and the Gattuso family have grudges. After all, Lu Mingfei and Caesar are friends, but he should have no grievances with the elders, right? Was it infected by that old rogue?

"Of course I believe you, but because of the interests involved, there are inevitably many considerations," Angers said, "I just hope that you can understand the simplest truth. Before victory, we are not qualified to divide up the spoils, and naturally we did not discuss this. topic of necessity."

Angers' golden pupils were bright and cold, like blades made of gold, slicing through the eyes of everyone in the conference room.

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

Lu Mingfei looked at all this with cold eyes and thought it was a little funny - these people are really going to argue about the distribution of spoils at the meeting to discuss how to slaughter the dragon?

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

Except for one person.

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

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

"It's been decades, I'm glad you are still a solitary and iron-fisted bastard, Angers, but now you've become an old bastard." The old man in the corner raised his head, revealing not golden pupils, but a pair of blood-gold pupils .

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

"Beowulf the Dragonblood!" A relatively young elder exclaimed in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei raised his brows. He had heard of Beowulf's name even at Kassel Academy. Even someone as proud as Caesar admitted that the Beowulf family warriors were as cold and cruel as steel.

For thousands of years, the Beowulf family has been the most determined, brave and cruel dragon slayers, they uphold the ancient family motto, every time a boy is born, he will be fed a drop of dragon blood, which is highly poisonous. Substances, but only after that virulent test was this baby 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 he was once recognized as the pillar of the "Angers faction" in the secret party. Of course, Angers and Beowulf have never been friends. Treating each other as political allies, they have a good relationship only because they are both dragon-slaying knives forged in blood and fire, but they are heroes cherishing heroes.

It is a pity that Angers later established the Kassel Academy. Beowulf firmly adhered to the principle 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 complete their baptism on the battlefield". Attitude, he resolutely rejected the letter of appointment of the executive minister handed out by Angers, 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 was a dragon slayer and was not used to half-blood parties".

Every half-blood in the Secret Party calls themselves dragon slayers, Beowulf's words are undoubtedly insulting them, and in the face of this insult, these families invariably choose... to endure.

No one wanted to offend Beowulf, these lunatics once traversed the Eurasian continent in pursuit of a dragon, and achieved a literal "hunt over a thousand miles", and no one wanted to bear the consequences of offending them.

If it weren't for the appearance of the suspected target of the Dragon King, Beowulf would not have attended this meeting.

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

"He's your student?" Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, staring at the Lionheart logo embroidered on his clothes.

"No, Mingfei is a researcher in 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 Lionheart Club. When he learned that the first generation of Lionheart Club and a Dragon King died together, he was still being chased by the elders of the family. Kill a young man of five generations.

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

Beowulf had a high degree of sensitivity to Lu Mingfei. Although he did not join Kassel Academy, he also had a certain understanding of Kassel Academy.

He has a negative view of almost all departments of Kassel Academy, especially the executive department, and has publicly criticized them for indecision, lack of courage and lack of blood - this can also see how crazy the Beowulf family is. .

But in the whole of Kassel, there is still one department that is highly appreciated by the Beowulf Patriarch - the Equipment Department.

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

However, Patriarch Beowulf seemed to have persuaded the then head of the equipment department, saying that weapons did not have to pursue the ultimate 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 was suddenly much friendlier.

With the double suppression of Beowulf and Angers, the whole meeting went smoothly unexpectedly. Basically, Angers and Beowulf asked for it, and then the other elders nodded reluctantly and agreed. The face added a sentence "I slay the dragon from the heart".

The meeting went on in an orderly manner until it was nearing the end, when Angers changed the subject and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Now, let Lu Mingfei represent Teacher Flamel and the equipment department of the academy, and mention the technical and weapon support of this operation. financial requirements.”

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

"Regarding the funding, in order to give you a deeper and more detailed understanding of the equipment department, I specially brought a batch of weapons for display..."

Lu Mingfei spoke slowly, and Angers' face changed suddenly: "When did you bring your weapon?"

"Yesterday, the equipment department transported it by plane overnight." Lu Mingfei replied.

He clapped his palms, and two waitresses outside wearing hip-packed skirts and high-heeled shoes walked in with a box that was two meters long, one meter wide, and over one meter high.

"Don't try it here!" Ang Ge's face changed greatly.

The corners of Patriarch Beowulf's eyes jumped, and the clenched palms quietly loosened.

China, HUB Province, Zaoyang County.

On an old and remote street, two middle-aged men stood on the side of the street, breathing clouds of smoke and talking happily.

About ten meters away, a khaki-yellow dog with hair stood up, bared white teeth and bright red gums, barking fiercely at the little boy hiding behind the green belt tree.

"Wang-wang-wang-"

The little boy hiding behind the tree looked like he was only five or six years old. Facing a vicious dog whose shoulders were almost as high as his waist, he shivered while barking, tears dripped down his cheeks and chin, and he was too scared to move. move.

"Erwazi (Zaoyang dialect, referring 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 shouted at the boy in the distance with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Woo..." The boy hid behind the tree, his tears grew more and more, he bit his lip and didn't dare to make a sound.

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

The boy still didn't dare to go. The middle-aged man held a cigarette **** and lit him from a distance, chatting and laughing with another middle-aged man: "Nowadays, children are getting more and more timid, and they are even afraid of the dogs at home."

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

"Wang Wang! Wang... woo-"

The young man's legs kicked out slowly, and the barking dog kicked straight with one foot on his back, drew a parabola in mid-air and fell to the ground, getting up and tucked his tail.

"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, his face was handsome and clear, but he had an inexplicable aura that was not angry and arrogant.

The young man turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, continued to walk forward, and looked down at him when he walked to the boy behind the tree: "Don't be afraid, there is a dog barking at you, just kick it, the more flamboyant things are. More and more serious."

"Wow...wow-"

Perhaps he relaxed and was no longer so frightened, but instead the boy burst into tears.

"Ah..." The young man sighed and squatted down, "Don't cry."

The boy tried 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, and after thinking about it, he took out a candy in a separate package from his pocket, "I'll give you a candy, don't cry."

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

"Thank you...Thank you uncle." The boy thanked him with a smack, taking the candy and putting it in his mouth.

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

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The young man stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's hair vigorously, and stood up with a big laugh. The word "Xiudou" could be seen on the packaging bag he was holding.

"It's sour, it's sweet when it's sour."

The young man then threw the candy paper into the trash can~www.mtlnovel.com~ and walked away without looking back, leaving the boy with candy in his mouth, wanting to vomit and reluctant to vomit.

Walking on the old and remote streets, the young people's eyes swept around, the residential buildings of a dozen stories high, the shops and green trees on the street, and the stone road under their feet...

Occasionally, someone riding a bicycle or an electric car would pass the youth on the street, and some girls would sneak a glance at him.

What the young man saw along the way, almost everyone had ruddy and healthy faces, and there was nothing like the haggard vegetables he often saw before.

"Two thousand years... nothing familiar is left..."

The young man's heart is complicated and full of emotions.

A commissary on the street had its door open, with news inside.

"Recently, a construction team accidentally discovered an ancient tomb during the construction of XXX. According to experts, it should be the tomb of the founding general of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Hou Wangba of Huailing..."

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

Chapter end