Chapter 71 I just want to play games quietly

Angers really didn't expect that the first shot fired by Finkel, his wingman, would accidentally injure his teammate.

And Lu Mingfei had not expected that the Silver Wolf Finkel, who had a high status in Germany and even Europe in his previous life, would fall into such a state as to work for Kassel College in the new world.

Especially from what he said, it seemed that the girlfriend who had been in love with him for many years and finally agreed to propose to him when Germany won the World Cup never showed up.

Or did they actually appear, but for some reason, the two of them didn't end up together? What's going on with this strong sense of déjà vu that makes people a little nervous?

Why was the upcoming trip to France suddenly overshadowed? Lu Mingfei comforted himself in his heart that this was all an illusion. It must be that the girl didn't like Finger in this world because of his unruly behavior, and he was still the same boy without any change.

Feeling the silent death gaze of the principal, Finkel laughed: "Oh, I'm hungry after running all that way just now. Why haven't the dishes been served yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter in white came over pushing a dining cart.

Aspasia started preparing for today's dinner two days ago. The executive chef personally selected the best ingredients, used the most suitable cooking methods, and gave these dishes strange names.

The order of serving Western food is usually to finish one dish before the next one. In formal Western banquets, this way of serving food is regarded as a kind of etiquette, which reflects respect for guests and thoughtful hospitality.

But for today's meal, the waiters in white placed dishes such as seared tuna belly, Italian lamb chops, Landes foie gras, white truffles, Boston lobster, Black Sea caviar on the table one by one, and the sommelier also thoughtfully paired each dish with a glass of exclusive wine.

I don't know whether it was a deliberate arrangement by Angers to show that he followed local customs, or whether this banquet was not a formal social etiquette but a more intimate gathering among family and friends.

Lu Mingfei could feel that the other party was sincere, but unfortunately he was completely unable to calm down and feel it, because his heart had already flown across the ocean to the small detached house near Notre Dame Church in Lyon.

During the following dinner, Lu Mingfei seemed absent-minded.

Even if Finkel brought out his best jokes, he still couldn't liven up the atmosphere.

He felt that it must be because of the presence of the principal that he was unable to give his best performance, and prepared to perform a one-man talk show for Lu Mingfei after the dinner.

And Ange saw that Lu Mingfei had something on his mind. In fact, each of the three people present had something on their mind, and each one was heavier than the other.

Normally, Lu Mingfei should not have experienced any separations of life and death at his age, but this old monster who has lived for hundreds of years could still read from his eyes the loneliness of being almost abandoned by the whole world.

It's hard to imagine what he went through.

The dream prophecy of Wuxia Coffin Mountain came true. Perhaps the child saw other indescribable things in his dream.

Thinking of the scenes he occasionally saw in his dreams at midnight, a hint of madness flashed in Angers eyes.

"Do you know how to get the first pot of gold to start a business in Gotham? The answer is to pick up pearl necklaces in the alley..."

"Okay, Finkel, stop telling these bad jokes."

Ange interrupted Fingel's increasingly hellish joke and looked up at the boy who was skillfully cutting lamb chops with a knife and fork across from him:

“It is difficult for people with dragon blood to be simply classified as human.

The dragon blood flowing in our bodies gives us the extraordinary power called "Word Spirit", but it also builds an invisible boundary, causing a sense of alienation between us and humans.

The growth of hybrids is accompanied by loneliness, because the dragon blood in their bodies reminds them all the time that they are not ordinary people, but aliens wandering on the edge of the human crowd.

We call this loneliness "blood sorrow". It is like a thorn in the flesh that entangles every half-blood, and can only be comforted when people of the same kind gather together.

Because of this, the descendants of the dragon race always naturally gather together, and Kassel Academy can always accurately find those ethnic groups who also bear the fate of dragon blood in the vast sea of ​​people. "

The novel theory caught Lu Mingfei's attention. He put down his knife and fork and stared quietly at the wrinkled old man opposite him.

At this moment, Ange is a bit like Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts, explaining the unknown side of the world to Harry, the savior of the wizarding world, and trying to introduce him to the Dragon Slayer Academy full of love and nuclear peace:

“Ming Fei, the sorrow of blood is our inescapable fate, and it becomes more intense with the awakening of our bloodline.

The purer and stronger your bloodline is, the deeper and heavier your loneliness will be than that of others.

Only when I am at Kassel Academy, surrounded by my fellow tribesmen, will this feeling of loneliness disappear. "

The old man's voice, as mellow and profound as a century-old wine, echoed in the huge restaurant. His pair of silver-gray eyes sparkled with light as bright as diamonds, as if he was expecting the young man's response.

Beside him, another pair of silver-gray eyes were also quietly staring at the young man. There was no ripple in his eyes, no sadness or joy, except for the fleeting flash of something in the depths of his eyes.

"You said that Kassel Academy can use Blood Sorrow to find the ethnic groups hidden among humans, but what about Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the two of them and asked calmly, "He almost had the word loneliness clearly engraved on his forehead, but you turned a blind eye to it.

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Is this because the admissions office of Kassel College is not strong enough, or are you guys deliberately ignoring it?"

According to the information he learned from the Shilan Middle School BBS and forums, Chu Zihang definitely meets the admission standards of Kassel College: handsome, solitary, well-rounded in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor aspects. Zhao Menghua would be defeated in an instant...

Unless everyone in Kassel was blind, it was impossible for them not to notice such a large and conspicuous bag.

But this is obviously impossible.

"Chu Zihang's situation is quite special." Angers said with emotion, "He had already found us before we found him."

"He's too smart and too patient. He didn't reveal his differences from ordinary people until he became an adult." Finkel said, then suddenly slapped his forehead and smiled apologetically at Lu Mingfei: "Sorry, I forgot to count you in. When it comes to hiding one's shortcomings, I think you're the best."

"Does that mean I'm not smart enough?" Lu Mingfei joked with a smile.

"That's impossible. Junior Brother Lu, you have amazing wisdom that I can't even begin to catch up with."

"Haha, Brother Fingel, I envy you for your sophistication in dealing with people."

The two of them talked business for a while, and Finkel finally remembered that he came here with a mission, raised his glass and said:

“Junior Brother Lu, if Professor Guderian didn’t take good care of you before, I apologize to you on his behalf. I hope you don’t take it to heart.

Kassel College is a big family, with so many handsome men and beautiful women, professors and teachers are nice to hear, and the services are thoughtful. I guarantee with my character that you will love this place. "

On the side, Angers listened quietly without saying anything, but the smile on his face and the expectation in his eyes betrayed him deeply.

Facing the two people's eager gazes, Lu Mingfei smiled and raised his glass, clinking it lightly with Finger's: "Sorry, I just want to play games quietly."

(End of this chapter)