Chapter 70 Guderian, you have done a lot of harm to others
"It turns out that our Lu family also had some great figures in their ancestry, but it's a pity that they were not able to bless their descendants and bring benefits to future generations."
Lu Mingfei only knew that his grandfather used to be a soldier, who traveled around with his father and uncle, and finally died in that unspeakable special period.
As for the things before that, not only he but even his uncle didn't know.
"Your great-grandfather was a hero, but unfortunately he died before dawn and did not live to see the fall of the feudal dynasty."
Ange was like a scoundrel who flirted and then left. He piqued Lu Mingfei's interest but did not continue. Instead, he changed the subject and continued to talk about his own affairs: "Guderian said that you have some misunderstandings about Kassel Academy. You think we are an international criminal organization that conducts armed activities in his country, or an arsenal that encourages young mixed-bloods to go to the dragon-slaying battlefield and die."
Lu Mingfei nodded.
The old monster who had lived for 130 years also admitted it very openly: "Kassel Academy is indeed a violent gang as you said, but we have always been based on voluntary participation and will never force others.
Even if the student refuses to enroll after learning the secrets of the Dragon Clan, we will only delete this part of his memory and let him return to society and become an ordinary person."
“Your words are really diverse.” Lu Mingfei secretly became alert. This group of people could accurately tamper with a certain part of the brain’s memory, and they might even be able to distort a person’s self-will with ease.
"Don't be nervous. Your situation is an unexpected one. The most we can do is sign a confidentiality agreement with you. We won't really erase your memory.
If you choose to enroll, there will be more information and intelligence available to you, and everything about the dragon race and the hybrids will be presented to you." Angers eyes were so sharp that he saw Lu Mingfei's inner worries at a glance: "Kassel Academy will not force students to go to the battlefield, because our enemies are very powerful.
If one is not mentally resolute and truly determined to fight to the death, the moment they meet their gazes, they will lose their will to fight and succumb to the majesty of that high-level life form. "
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who is willing to dedicate myself or even sacrifice myself for the benefit of all mankind?" Lu Mingfei picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Not like that." Angé shook his head and stared at the 17-year-old boy. What was reflected in his eyes seemed to be his high-spirited self a hundred years ago: "But you and I are both the kind of people who are willing to give up everything just to protect the one they love."
In previous footage, Lu Mingfei’s eyes were always so humble and sad, like a displaced lion cub who was content with his fate.
However, at this moment, Angé could clearly see that the lion hidden in Lu Mingfei's eyes had undergone a transformation.
He straightened his spine, raised his chest, held his head high with a fierce look in his eyes, and there was a madness all over his body that no one could ignore.
Just like the little lion named Simba left the carefree oasis, determined to take back his home and lost glory, and execute all the traitors.
Ange didn't know what happened to Lu Mingfei, but he was sincerely happy and relieved about this transformation.
At this moment, he seemed to see his old friend, himself, and the person he had placed high hopes on in Lu Mingfei...
"Oh, I'm so tired. The drugstore here is really far away."
Just as Ange was sighing, the door of the restaurant was pushed open and a tall and burly young man walked in carrying a white translucent plastic bag. As he walked, he muttered that the doctor prescribed a large amount of medicine like wholesale, and he could eat it as a snack when he was free.
Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly rush into his sight. The person stood there in a daze, his neck as if it was rusted and unable to move.
The man was handsome and strong, with a muscular figure and powerful muscle lines, which perfectly supported the well-tailored black suit.
His long grey hair was a little messy due to the intense running, his iron grey eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness after being ruthlessly exploited by unscrupulous businessmen, his face was surrounded by a circle of freshly shaved dark blue stubble, as if he had just said goodbye to the beard that had accompanied him for a long time, his whole body exuded a kind of undecorated and rough charm.
Although the person looked a little different from what he remembered, Lu Mingfei still recognized him at first sight.
He almost subconsciously called out the name: "Fingal?!"
"Well, do you know me?" Finkel had noticed Lu Mingfei a long time ago, but his identity was revealed before he had the chance to introduce himself. Moreover, the other party's tone sounded so strange, as if he had known him for a long time.
Not only him, but even Angers next to him cast a curious look at him.
Lu Mingfei suppressed the turmoil in his heart. After experiencing the distortion brought about by the dislocation of time and space, he had begun to get used to this sudden stimulation.
Although Finkel looked a little weird, he seemed to be much stronger than in his previous life, and his facial expressions were rich enough. Perhaps he was still living a happy and fulfilling life in this world.
Well, putting aside my identity as an international student at Kassel College.
"Professor Guderian told me about you."
A blame was put on him out of nowhere, and Guderian, who was dealing with troubles in the mountain city, suddenly sneezed.
Lu Mingfei lied calmly: "It's just that you are a little different from what he described, so I was a little surprised."
"What did he tell you?" Finkel pulled out a chair casually and sat down next to Lu Mingfei.
“Are you sure you want to listen?” Lu Mingfei couldn’t fit the image of Finkel from his previous life into the current version. The rigorous, efficient, and domineering descendant of the nobility in his every move was totally different from the guy in front of him.
Seeing his strange look, Finkel lost interest instantly. "Forget it. Professor Guderian will definitely not have anything good to say. It's my fault too. I have held him back from getting the title of tenured professor for so many years."
After saying that, he picked up the cup of black tea in front of him and drank it all up.
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After drinking it, he let out a long sigh, then remembered that he had not taken stomach medicine, so he hurriedly opened two tablets and swallowed them directly, and twisted his body a few times to promote digestion.
Lu Mingfei was stunned as he watched his smooth and fluid movements.
Is this the consequence of having Guderian as one's teacher?
A strict teacher produces good students, and a funny teacher will also teach funny students?
Such an outstanding young man in Germany was turned into such a loser by his misfortune. Guderian, you have done a lot of harm to others!
Swallowing hard, Lu Mingfei asked anxiously, "Brother Finger is so funny and humorous, there must be a lot of girls who like him in school, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Fingel, who had just looked like a loser, immediately changed his expression and revealed a frustrated look:
"There were many girls who liked me back then, but unfortunately I was only thinking about earning enough credits to graduate early, so I didn't accept their love. Later, they were all picked up by other juniors.
To describe it with your Chinese poetry: This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time.
Oh, it’s too late to regret, too late to regret! "
As Finkel spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
Lu Mingfei stared with his eyes wide open, and it took great effort not to blurt out the words that were on the tip of his tongue: "How come your wife is missing too?"
He just tried to remain calm as much as possible and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "No way, you are so handsome and speak Chinese so well, how could you not have a girlfriend?"
Perhaps Finkel was drunk from drinking tea, and he said something he didn't know what to say: "What's the use of being handsome? The principal has been flirting for so many years, but he is still single."
Angers, who was watching the show silently, said: “???”
(End of this chapter)