Chapter 385 373 Cambridge Folding Knife

The Peninsula Tokyo.

It was already very late at night when Lu Mingfei returned here. Outside the elevator door of the top floor presidential suite, there were still energetic girls with thin waists and long legs wearing high-slit cheongsams and hair tied into a bun at the back of their heads, waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guests with a smile on their faces.

When he stepped out of the VIP elevator, the girls put their hands on their knees and bowed deeply, saying "Welcome back" in skillful and soft Chinese.

These girls were obviously carefully selected, with thin waists, long legs and beautiful faces, completely unlike the traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko. When they looked at Lu Mingfei, they all looked like peaches and plums with spring in their eyes.

But the man just passed by them silently, with a black coat draped over his shoulders and a half-lit cigarette in his mouth.

His black hair was wet, and at this moment, a thin layer of frost immediately formed when he walked outdoors in Tokyo late at night, and his long and curved eyelashes were also covered with thick white frost.

The tall girl waiting at the open white sandalwood door at the end of the corridor came running to greet him. She probably wanted to take the coat that was soaked by the melting snow from Lu Mingfei's hand, but she slowly stopped when she was a few steps closer to the man.

The girls who can work on this floor have all received strict training. Even if it takes a long time for the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel to train such employees, the staff who provide services for them have hardly changed since Lu Mingfei and his friends moved in.

After such a long time of getting along, the girls have also figured out the temperament of the guests.

The elegant Mr. Gattuso is a nobleman with a brilliant family background like Prince Charlemagne. He always treats them politely and will not be stingy with the tips in his hands.

Mr. Chu from China is a gentlemanly, monk-like figure. The girls here have been carefully selected, and they have amazing looks even on the streets of Tokyo where there are so many beauties and stars. Other guests who paid a lot of money to stay in the presidential suite would always look at their slim waists with aggressive eyes without restraint, and some middle-aged men would even have physical contact with them intentionally or unintentionally. But Mr. Chu would never do that. On the contrary, the handsome young man who made people's hearts ripple always ignored or even ignored them, as if the people lining the streets to welcome them were not some beautiful girl group, but a group of 70-year-old toothless mamas.

But then again, Mr. Chu was not interested in them, but he would always notice that some girls seemed to be a little unwell, and he would always considerately let these girls go to the next room to rest for a while when the manager was not there.

Lu Mingfei, who is also from China, is like those strangers you meet at a meeting who seem familiar. He greets you gently, asks about your situation kindly, and asks about your well-being, but you can just feel that distant sense of alienation, as if even if you stand together or even walk hand in hand through the long street, you still have to separate at the end of the street, and there will be no goodbyes when you separate, and he won't even turn his head back.

But today, Lu Mingfei's alienation seems to be more than any moment in the past. He stretched out his hand to refuse the girl's move to take his coat to iron, and strode into the presidential suite. The white sandalwood door slowly closed behind the tall and thin back.

The girls were a little at a loss, and at this time, a slender woman with a slender waist walked out from the shadow in the corner.

She was tall and cold, wearing a high-slit cheongsam of the same style but with more refined workmanship. Her long, smooth black hair was tied behind her head with a hairpin, her eyebrows were dotted with cinnabar, and her lips were as bright as cinnabar.

She was clearly a middle-aged woman in her forties, but she was still so cold and beautiful that it made people's eyes light up.

The girls all bowed slightly to her, and the woman just waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to go through too much red tape.

On her chest hung a hotel manager's badge with her name on it.

Akiko Morikami.

——The room was quiet, and only the hum of the heating system and the sharp cry of the blizzard-wrapped wind outside the window whistling between the city buildings could be heard.

Someone was already waiting for him.

Angers slowly raised his pair of Aryan iron-gray eyes from the shadows. This old man, who was so tall that he didn't look like a 130-year-old man, was wearing an ochre hunting suit with red thread lock edges. The texture of the hunting suit was as hard as cardboard.

On his chest was the dazzling and arrogant emblem of the first generation of the Lionheart Society. His expensive handmade leather shoes were splashed with mud. The folding knife forged with the fragments of Menek Cassel's Atkan long sword, which could even kill the Dragon King, was placed horizontally on the table, and the blade flashed with a faint cold light.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a little dazed. The past memories were like the cover page of a diary, being blown by the wind and flipping in his mind. A certain page of paper that was almost yellowed and curled stopped steadily.

It was a collection of many pictures. Each picture paused under the light-transmitting atrium, and in each frame, Angers sat in the misty light column and teased the red squirrels that could be seen in Illinois from spring to winter.

There was always a corner in the display cabinet of the president's office of Cassel College with a framed black and white photo.

It was the only photo left by the first generation of the Lionheart Society in 1899.

In the photo frame, seven people were laughing and joking with their shoulders hooked in front of the gate of Munich University. The summer vines were hanging down and falling on their heads. Gui was wearing a white sun hat, and Cigarette Ash was smoking a cigar. Meinec was pulling Lu Shanyan's braids. The chief and Tiger were leaning on two hunting rifles. Ange and a man were standing side by side in the corner. Lu Mingfei remembered that he was a handsome young man, wearing a straight white hunting suit and a pair of eyebrows flying like swords.

His name was Friedrich von Long. In the first generation of the Lionheart Society, Friedrich was Ange's true friend.

Ange's outfit today was exactly the same as when he was young in the photo. The only difference was that Ange was silent and majestic at the moment, while Ange in the photo was a passionate young man.

Lu Mingfei sat down opposite the principal, and the lust in his sleeves slipped out and was slapped on the table by him. He took a sip of the bone china cup of black tea that was still steaming and uttered a low sigh of admiration.

"Great, isn't it? I asked them to find this pot of tea in my office in Illinois, and then I sent it to Japan through the customs channel." Ange smiled.

"I sent Eri, Xia Mi and Constantine away from the port of Sapporo." Lu Mingfei held the warm tea, but his whole body was slightly cold.

"I know." Ange stood up, turned his back to Lu Mingfei, and looked out at Tokyo in the snow from the huge French window.

Although the whole city was soaked in the magnificent blizzard, it was still as brilliant as the Buddha's thoughts lit with candles, dimly glowing with an unreal and beautiful glow. Those brightly lit buildings stood in the snow, reminiscent of the huge stone tablets inlaid with gems. The city looked as grand as the kingdom of God imagined by ancient humans, but it seemed to be even more glorious.

The ancient gods could not imagine to what extent people today would develop civilization, right?

"Mingfei, although you have high authority in the system, don't forget that I am the ultimate responsible person for EVA." Angers' mountain-like eyebrows twisted up, which made his face look quiet and slightly ferocious.

He sighed imperceptibly: "You should know what this means. Our chances of winning will be greatly reduced."

Lu Mingfei still drank the cup of black tea quietly: "Principal, you have long known that we are not the same kind of people. I will not let them fall into danger."

Those who know Angers' past know what kind of fire is burning in this old guy's heart. In order to avenge the dragons and humans who participated in that incident, he even sacrificed everything.

In the eyes of everyone, Xia Mi is a soft and cute little junior sister. She has excellent A-level bloodline and a promising future, but in the eyes of the principal, she is Jörmungandr, a dragon king Jörmungandr who stands on the side of humans.

The same is true for Eri. In Lu Mingfei's view, it is a little tail that cannot be separated from him. Although her bloodline has stabilized with the help of the golden holy juice, no one knows what will happen if Eri uses the word spirit.

But the holy words of judgment are exclusive to the God of Death even in the world of the dragon clan. It is an ability that is qualified to pose a fatal threat to the first generation, and it can play a vital role even on the battlefield of the gods.

Perhaps there is no difference between Eriyi in the eyes of Ange and in the eyes of the Snake Eight Family. They are both forbidden weapons and devils that can compete with God.

And Constantine, his power is even stronger than Norton. Although he has lost his authority, he is still a monarch above all princes. If such a character can stand shoulder to shoulder with Ange, it will undoubtedly give them greater hope of winning the final victory. But Lu Mingfei did not forget his promise to Lao Tang. The man with the heart of the dragon collapsed in his arms powerlessly, his chest was cut open by a sharp sword, and his heart and internal organs were all destroyed.

But until he died, he was still asking Lu Mingfei, do you still like that girl named Chen Wenwen? I don’t think you are suitable. There is no good result for a loser and a literary young woman.

When he said this, Lu Mingfei felt like the sky was about to fall. There were not many people in this world who had gone through a tragic fate like him, and at that time, another person died in his arms.

In the end, Old Tang said that Constantine was a good child, he would listen to you, I took away everything from that child, just take care of him as your brother, okay.

After saying these words, Old Tang held Lu Mingfei's wrist tightly, his pale face could not see sadness or joy, his equally pale lips pursed, and his teeth were almost broken.

Until Lu Mingfei nodded gently, he slowly closed his eyes, and the flesh and blood on his body flew away from the rain curtain like flying light mist, leaving only a bronze skeleton.

"Didn't we know long ago that the attack you and Constantine suffered on the day you arrived in Tokyo was not aimed at you, the principal? There was a big monster hiding behind it, wanting to eat the returning supremes one by one..." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"The remains of the White King, Constantine who has lost his power but is still a first-generation species, and Xia Mi who has not yet hatched the dragon body of the King of Earth and Mountains... Oh, and you, Principal, the agent of the authority of the King of Sky and Wind." He smiled softly, "What kind of disaster would it be if a dragon king or something else who has been planning for a long time gets all these powers? The doomsday recorded by the Mayans will come two years earlier, starting from Japan and spreading to all directions. The majesty of the dragon clan will set off a frenzy of conquest with the new Takama-ga-hara as the core, starting with the countries along the Pacific coast, the United States, the Korean Peninsula, China, Australia..."

It was a glorious but desperate future, where everyone would become a lowly slave, without hope and nothing.

The three-hundred-meter-wide Shinto once again connected the Eurasian continent and the North American continent. The ice cap in the far north was overturned and towering copper pillars stood up. The achievements of the new emperor were written in ancient dragon script on the copper pillars.

That achievement is...

Relive the age of dragons.

Angers sat back across from Lu Mingfei. He pushed a photo along the table to Lu Mingfei, and at the same time lifted the bronze box from his feet and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei.

Even the craziest dragon slayer would not carry such ominous weapons as the Seven Deadly Sins with him. Lu Mingfei kept them in the hotel, and Chu Zihang was the temporary caretaker of these swords.

But apparently the principal took over the responsibility today.

The pixels of the photo are extremely high. Above are seven coffins placed in the icehouse. Each coffin is forged from a hard alloy, and the four corners are locked with giant black iron chains biting into the granite ground. The front end of the coffin There stood a huge silver cross, each end of the cross was sharp, clearly a broadsword with an edge.

Like some kind of solemn, barbaric, and bizarre ceremony, the monks serving the gods bound the coffin with iron chains to prevent the contents from sneaking out, while behind the cross formed by broad swords, the King Kong who slayed demons and slayed demons was guarded with lowered eyes. , if the iron chains and coffins don't work, the vajras will use their swords to send the evil spirits back to hell.

"Chu Zihang accepted the academy's Radon plan and is undergoing final training. Caesar is taking over the Gattuso family's armaments in Tokyo from Frost. The academy's war machine has already begun to operate. All Everyone is busy except me, the old guy, so it’s me here and not them,” Angers said.

"The corpses in the coffins in the photo came from the Shiroha Tengu Shrine of the Jakikihachi family. Our stormtroopers raided there, subdued all the priests, and then found these still usable ones from the tombs of the patriarchs of the past generations."

"What do you mean it can still be used?" Lu Mingfei was very curious.

He had heard a little bit about the plan accepted by his senior brother, but he didn't expect it to be used on Chu Zihang.

"The bloodlines of these eight people during their lives were all beyond the critical blood line, but the blood of the White King prevented them from falling. In a sense, they are dragons in human form." Angers explained, "The oldest one can be traced back to the seventh century. A hundred years ago, and the latest one has to be pushed up to two hundred years ago, but even after such a long time of death, their corpses still did not rot, and even seemed to still have some kind of activity... When we opened the coffins, we found that their bodies There are white threads similar to those when pure blood dragons hatch, extending from various parts, especially the navel, all of which are adhered to the inner wall of the coffin, like the beak of some kind of marine animal. "

Lu Mingfei shuddered quietly.

The corpse that has been dead for thousands of years but still seems to be able to be resurrected looks like a real... devil.

"Even we want to keep these corpses for study. I believe the monster wandering in the Red Ghost River can hardly resist the temptation. Since you are back, the action will start the day after tomorrow." Angers knocked on the table. , "Actually, thinking about it, maybe you made the right choice in sending them away. The state of Xia Mi in Jormungandr is just the larvae of the Dragon King. Constantine is not even a larvae now. He is really at the level of a god. On the battlefield, they may not be able to play any role.”

"Don't worry, principal, I'm here." Lu Mingfei whispered, he slowly raised his head, the red-gold fireworks in his eyes burned slowly like fire seeping out of cracks. (End of chapter)