I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly Chapter 312

Inside the Chicago Civic Opera.

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

Fingal's breath was still behind the wall of the conference room. Lu Mingfei, who couldn't see through, could only put his eyes in the conference room first.

There are fourteen high-backed cowhide chairs in the room. The master sat on the thin old man wearing round-frame glasses and cowhide curly-brimmed hat, facing the open door, and smiled at Lu Mingfei and Angzhi who were outside the door. He looked like It's like a retired Texas Ranger, with the kindness of an old man and the majesty of a police officer, with a worn police badge on his hat, but the wrinkles reveal a cowboy-like momentum.

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

These young men in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, from the farms of the American Midwest, the countryside and textile mills of England, and Mexico, wore chaps and high leather boots, and rode across the vast wilderness of the Wild West, forever on their waists. Two revolvers are hung with leather holsters, and his face is buried behind a slanted cowboy hat. Half of his face is exposed. He always holds a half-smoking cigar at the corner of his mouth. When he walks, he kicks spurs or other metal accessories from the back of his cowboy boots. crisp sound.

Americans feel that the spirit of pioneers fighting for survival is displayed in the desert 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, when the East-West Railway ran through, the vigorous figures of cowboys were less and less seen in the roar of the whistle. The backs of horseback riding into the wind and sand were frozen on the posters of Hollywood blockbusters. People around with chips, cola and popcorn used this kind of A way to pay homage to the cowboys of a previous era.

Just looking at the old man in front of him, Lu Mingfei really felt like he had seen a cowboy—a cowboy abandoned by the times. Although he was wearing the clothes of a mounted policeman, his silver temples seemed to be carrying gravel. He was no longer there. Belonging to this era, just as the cowboy has been replaced by barbed wire and trains, but still has the spirit of being a pioneer, maybe now he has a pair of revolvers filled with bullets hidden in the drawer at hand.

Lu Mingfei looked around at the rest of the people. On every other chair sat a handsome or beautiful young man. They all greeted Angers in the same way, raising their right fist and showing the silver on their index finger. Rings, thick and simple rings, different totems on the huge ring face - 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 thorns in its mouth, Lu Mingfei was just at Sotheby's auction house. Saw this pattern on the curtain.

"I don't need an introduction, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known financier in the circle, our big client, and the principal of Kassel College."

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

"Oh, I didn't expect you to bring a young man here," the old man asked in surprise at the right time, "I'm so sorry, but our seats seem to be short."

"Then it seems that time has begun to make you forgetful, Henkel," Angers said meaningfully. "It's a pity."

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

"Sorry, I can't help it," Angers 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 at the academy, and at the same time Also a descendant of my old friend Lu Shanyan, give him a chair."

"I'm sorry," Henkel shook his head. "Because the meeting was a bit rushed, we didn't have extra chairs. I'm afraid we can only ask your students to stand for a while."

"You don't mind, young man?" Henkel looked up at Lu Mingfei with a seemingly kind smile.

All the young people followed Henkel's line of sight and turned to look at Lu Mingfei. Fourteen pairs of eyes were staring at him, as if to magnify the embarrassment of his next meeting at the table. times.

Of course, some of them think that this is not a mess. After all, everyone at the table is a representative of one party. They and Henkel both represent their respective families, and Angers alone cannot represent the entire secret party or card. Searle, but he was a legendary dragon slayer, and the headmaster of Cassel, and he weighed no less than a half-blood family.

This young man named Lu Mingfei is nothing more than a researcher from Kassel. He is just an employee of Angers. With such an identity, he is not qualified to sit with them. Of course, he is also a famous rookie among alchemists. But if you want to be on an equal footing with them, you must at least be a long-established alchemist.

As for the descendants of Lu Shanyan mentioned by Angers... Not to mention that the name Lu Shanyan is not very loud in their generation, even if the name Lu Shanyan is enough to attract their attention, it must be Lu Shanyan himself. 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." Facing everyone's gaze, Lu Mingfei also smiled and shook his head, "But I hope you don't mind."

Henkel froze for a moment.

The others were also stunned.

No one moved on the seat, Lu Mingfei strode to the seat on the left of Angers, grabbed the back collar of a young man on the seat, raised his arm, and the young man drew a beautiful parabola in the air, ruthlessly. fell to the ground at 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 confusion, and nodded in greeting: "Thank you."

The young man got up from the ground, for some unknown reason, just now Lu Mingfei just grabbed his collar, as if restraining the joints of his whole body, he couldn't even adjust his posture when he was thrown into the air. Soften the impact of landing.

He stared at Lu Mingfei with a cold face, his pride and dignity had been trampled on by a rookie alchemist, but the experience of being thrown out without fighting back just now made him understand that no matter what he did now, he would Self-inflicted humiliation.

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

"Ah, it seems that there are no more chairs left," Lu Mingfei smiled and looked at the young man at the door, "It seems that I can only aggrieved you to stand for a while."

He turned his head to look at Henkel, his golden eyes with a hint of greenness stared at the old man in the troop uniform and cowboy temperament, the smile on his face was almost the same as before: "Do you mind?"

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

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

"Mingfei has always been the best young man I know." Angers made no secret of his admiration for Lu Mingfei.

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

Lu Ming leaned back on the chair nonchalantly, without the slightest guilty conscience, as if the chair was not stolen by him, but should have belonged to him.

The young man looked at Lu Mingfei angrily from the corner of his eye, but his sight slowly solidified in the air. If a person's vision is one light, then there must be two light paths in his eyes now. Extends at a very slow speed in the air.

"Nice job, brother."

Everything around seemed to have come to a standstill. I don't know when, 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 sunlight coming from nowhere illuminates his body, his skin is as white as a transparent version, and his golden pupils are burning .

"You look more and more like a king now," he looked at Lu Mingfei, his beautiful big eyes seemed to be happy and sad, and he added softly, "A king like a dragon."

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