When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Italy, Sardinia, Le Dune Hotel.

Sun, 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 vacation. As a result, they and their luxury yacht were photographed by the paparazzi before they even landed on the island.

Of course, this was actually a rumor - they were actually photographed after arriving on the island.

The secret party chose this place for the Elder Council because some of the elders are really too old. Even if they are hybrids, the vitality brought by dragon blood to them has been washed away by time. There are only a few days left for them. To save your life, the Elder Council should try its best to choose a comfortable environment.

In addition, I would like to thank Gattusoga for his generosity in covering all the expenses of this Elders Meeting.

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

Facts have proved that money can really help. Decades ago, the upstart Gattuso family squeezed into the school board of directors by throwing money. As Kassel grew stronger, he became more and more prominent in the secret party. As their status becomes more and more important, the Gattuso family has also made a magnificent transformation from upstarts to top senators, standing at the core of the secret party's power.

In the largest conference room in Le Dune, the elders sat around the conference table.

Most of them are old antiques that are so old that they look disfigured. Their skin is wrinkled as if it has lost moisture, and their hair is so dry that it looks like it will break if touched. The dark dresses on their bodies still show the obvious style of the last century. Wearing a top hat that is no longer common in this era.

If it weren't for the fact that the school directors were too old, they would be said to be vampires who had just been dug out of the ground, and this would be the general assembly of the Thirteen Clan of Cain.

Compared to most of the old and wrinkled school directors, these two beautiful girls, Elizabeth and Leona, were like delicate flowers blooming in the graveyard when they sat down.

Angers sat at the head, presiding over the meeting.

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

The Senate is different from the school board. Although Kassel's dragon-slaying major is high-end, it is still a school after all. The school board is a commercial organization after all. Whoever pays more has a louder voice, so on the school board, Fros Te has the loudest voice, but Angers, as the principal "hired" by the school board, is restricted in every way.

The Council of Elders is the power body of the Secret Party. Whoever has the most power in the Secret Party will speak loudest. Whoever has the highest achievements in the Secret Party will speak the most arrogantly. Whoever has the strongest power in the Secret Party will speak loudest. The toughest.

Unfortunately, although Angers is not the one with the most power, he is undoubtedly the person with the highest achievements and the strongest strength. Moreover, although Cassel College nominally belongs to the school board, there are five people on the school board and only one president. Sometimes the principal's identity is more useful than the school director.

Lu Mingfei is sitting under Angers. As the agent of "Mentor Flamel", his status is extremely high in the Secret Party. After all, Mentor Flamel in all generations has been an ally of the Secret Party rather than a member of the Secret Party. , in principle, everyone has a equal relationship.

"Are some people not here?" The respected Angers, as the host of the Elders Council, looked around and asked, "I see a few old faces missing, but there are more young people."

Most of the "young people" he calls have so many wrinkles that they could kill several flies.

"A few have died over the years, and a few are too old to move, so the ones who come here are young people." One of the senators spoke, his voice sounding like a rusty dull saw cutting through granite.

"Even if we are all here, I am glad to see that you are not dead yet," Angers livened up the atmosphere, "I hope there will be more young people here next time, preferably young and beautiful girls."

Lu Mingfei suspected that the principal might be in a state of emotion, otherwise why would he speak so bitterly?

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

The elders' meeting is scheduled after the school board meeting, and several days apart, because the elders represent their own families, and before attending the elders' meeting, they must first hold a family meeting in their families.

"Ange, you don't have to be sarcastic to us," one of the senators said. "Every hybrid in the secret party puts the mission of slaying dragons above their own and their family's self-interest. No one will face a statue." The resurrected Dragon King in his prime thought of protecting himself wisely."

"But strictly speaking, everyone here is not a human being, but a human-dragon hybrid."

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

Surprisingly, these old men, who were as majestic as feudal monarchs in their own families, maintained a considerable degree of tolerance and restraint when facing Lu Mingfei, a young man who was less than twenty years old. Even the man whom Lu Mingfei The elders who directly criticized him remained silent.

Lu Mingfei is the agent of the vice-principal. Most of the elders present here know what kind of top-notch "Tutor Flamel" this generation is. If his agent is treated as himself, then Lu Mingfei's performance will be very different. It can be described as polite.

Angers glanced at Lu Mingfei strangely. He could understand that Lu Mingfei had grudges with the Gattuso family. After all, Lu Mingfei and Caesar were friends, but he and the senators should have no grievances, right? Could it be that he was infected by that old gangster?

"Of course I believe you, but when interests are involved, there are inevitably many considerations," Angers said. "But I hope you can understand the simplest truth. Before victory, we are not qualified to divide the spoils, so naturally we did not discuss this. The topic is necessary.”

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

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

Lu Mingfei watched all this with cold eyes and found it a bit funny - were these people really prepared to argue over the distribution of spoils at a meeting to discuss how to slay the dragon?

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

Except for one person.

"Ha..." A person laughed with unknown meaning, breaking the silent atmosphere in the conference room.

The man sat in an inconspicuous shadow in the corner, his head lowered. Before he spoke, no one except Lu Mingfei and Ange noticed his presence.

"It's been decades. I'm glad that Ange is still the aloof and iron-fisted bastard, but now you've become an old bastard." The old man in the corner raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-gold eyes instead of golden ones. .

The senators who saw the old man raising his head sat upright involuntarily.

"Beowulf, the 'Dragon Bloodthirsty'!" A relatively young elder exclaimed in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. He had heard of Beowulf's name even in Cassel College. Even a proud person like 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 steadfast, bravest and cruelest dragon slayers. They adhere to the ancient family motto that every time a boy is born, he is fed a drop of dragon blood crystal, which is highly poisonous. substance, but only after passing the test of that severe poison was the 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. He was once recognized as the pillar of the "Angers faction" in the secret party. Of course, Angers and Beowulf never Think of each other as political allies. They have a good relationship just because they are both dragon-slaying knives forged in blood and fire. It's just a matter of heroes cherishing heroes.

It is a pity that Angers later established the Kassel Academy. Beowulf firmly adhered to the belief that "the so-called dragon slayers trained by the academy can only be those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and the real dragon slayers can only complete their baptism on the battlefield." He resolutely rejected the appointment letter from Angers as the head of the executive department, and since then he has only stayed in the secret party as a veteran.

However, he rarely attended even the elder meetings. In his words, "Beowulf is a dragon slayer and is not used to gatherings of mixed races."

Every hybrid in the secret party calls themselves a dragon slayer. Beowulf's words are undoubtedly an insult to them, and in the face of this insult, these families have all chosen...to endure.

No one wants to offend Beowulf. These madmen once traveled across Asia and Europe in order to hunt down a dragon, achieving a literal "thousand-mile chase." No one wants to bear the consequences of offending them.

If it weren't for the appearance of a target suspected of being the Dragon King, Beowulf probably wouldn't have attended this meeting.

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

"Is he your student?" Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, staring at the Lionheart logo embroidered on his clothes.

"No, Mingfei is a researcher at the Equipment Department," Angre said, "and he is 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 Lion Heart Society. When he learned that the first generation of the Lion Heart Society died together with a dragon king, he was still a man being chased by his family elders. Kill a young man of fifth generation.

"Are you the agent of Master Flamel?" Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, "I'm glad that the bloodline of outstanding dragon slayers has not been cut off."

Beowulf had a high impression of Lu Mingfei. Although he did not join Kassel Academy, he 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 their actions for being indecisive, lacking courage, and not being bloody enough - which also shows what kind of lunatics the Beowulf family are. .

But in the whole of Kassel, there is still one department that is deeply appreciated by the Beowulf patriarch - the equipment department.

The behavior of the explosion maniacs in the Equipment Department who "do not consider the consequences, only care about the lethality" won Beowulf's approval, and the Beowulf family even took the initiative to reach a business cooperation with the Equipment Department.

But later, the Beowulf patriarch seemed to have persuaded the then Minister of Equipment, saying that weapons did not need to be so pursuit of 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 toward him suddenly became much friendlier.

With the double suppression of Beowulf and Angers, the whole meeting went surprisingly smoothly. Basically, Angers and Beowulf made demands, and then the other elders reluctantly nodded and agreed, and they still had to carry the request. He added "I slay the dragon from the bottom of my heart".

The meeting continued in an orderly manner until it was near the end. Angers changed the subject and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Now, on behalf of tutor Flamel and the equipment department of the college, let Lu Mingfei mention the technical and weapons support for this operation. funding needs.”

Most of the other school directors had pale faces. After all, when it came to weapons and equipment, the expenditure would definitely be huge, and they had to pay for it in the end.

"As for 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 Ange's expression suddenly changed: "When did you bring weapons?"

"The equipment department flew it over overnight yesterday," Lu Mingfei replied.

He clapped his hands, and two waitresses wearing hip-hugging skirts and high heels came in pushing a box that was two meters long, one meter wide, and more than one meter high.

"Don't try it here!" Ange's face changed drastically.

Patriarch Beowulf's eyes twitched, and his clenched palms quietly loosened.

…

Zaoyang County, HUB Province, China.

On an old and remote street, two middle-aged men stood on the street, puffing away smoke and talking happily.

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

"Woof - woof - woof -"

The little boy hiding behind the tree looked to be only five or six years old. Facing a vicious dog whose shoulder height was almost as high as his waist, he was trembling all over as the dog barked. Tears were dripping down his cheeks and chin. He was too frightened to move. move.

"Erwazi (Zaoyang dialect, refers to a little boy), don't be afraid, just walk forward boldly. My dog ​​barks fiercely and won't bite!"

A middle-aged man about ten meters away was holding a cigarette and shouted to the boy in the distance with a smile.

"Ugh..." The boy hid behind the tree with more and more tears, biting his lips and not daring to make a sound.

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

The boy still didn't dare to leave. The middle-aged man lit him in the distance with a cigarette butt and talked and laughed with another middle-aged man: "My son is getting less and less courageous now. He is even afraid of the dog at home."

A young man wearing a white T-shirt and jeans came over from the other end of the street, and the local dog turned and barked at him.

"Woof woof! Woof...woo——"

The young man's legs kicked out slowly, and the barking native dog kicked him on his back. He drew a parabola in mid-air and fell to the ground. He got up with his tail between his legs.

"What's wrong 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 of calmness and dignity. The middle-aged man's breath was stagnant, and his aura was a little timid for the first time.

The young man turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and continued to walk forward. When he came to the boy behind the tree, he lowered his head and glanced at him: "Don't be afraid. If a dog barks at you, just kick it. The more public it is, the more public it is." The more you look, the more serious you become."

"Woo...wow——"

Perhaps because he relaxed and was no longer so scared, the boy started crying loudly.

"Alas..." The young man sighed and squatted down, "Stop crying."

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 distressed, and after thinking for a moment he took out an individually wrapped candy from his pocket, "Here's a candy for you, please stop crying."

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

"Thank...thank you, uncle." The boy thanked him with a whimper, took the candy and put it in his mouth.

Then the boy's entire face immediately wrinkled together: "So sour!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The young man reached out and rubbed the boy's hair vigorously, laughed and stood up. The word "Xiudou" could be seen on the packaging bag in his hand.

"It's just right if it's sour. It'll be sweet only after it's sour."

The young man then threw the candy wrapper into the trash can and left without looking back, leaving the boy with the candy in his mouth, wanting to vomit but reluctant to do so.

…

Walking on the old and remote streets, the young man glanced around at the residential buildings with more than ten stories high, the shops and green trees on the street, and the stone pavement under his feet...

Occasionally, someone riding a bicycle or electric scooter would pass by the young man on the street, and some girls would secretly glance at him.

Almost everyone he saw along the way had a rosy and healthy face, without any of the withered appearance he often saw before.

"It's been two thousand years... nothing familiar is left..."

The young man felt complicated and full of emotions.

A small shop on the street opened its door and displayed the news.

"Recently, a construction team accidentally discovered an ancient tomb during construction in XXX. After expert identification, it should be the tomb of Wang Ba, the founding general of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Marquis of Huai Ling..."

The young man turned around sharply and stared at the news broadcast on the TV screen.