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

To be honest, Lu Mingfei never expected that the principal meant to help him calm down in front of an old friend, but instead he brought him to a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Pennsylvania Road, a small road hidden in the middle of downtown, flanked by towering gray walls of skyscrapers. These towers were built during Chicago's most luxurious metropolitan era - the 1950s.

Over time, the limestone surfaces of these buildings have peeled off, revealing the desolation of a dilapidated aristocracy. The sun is completely blocked by high-rise buildings, and the end of summer has not yet passed. A hint of autumn coolness has already appeared on the long and slender streets. At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the tall walls, only one near the top. The large exhaust fans were rotating slowly, and Lu Mingfei looked at them and thought of the air conditioner on the roof of his hometown.

Chicago Civic Opera.

This was once a place where celebrities gathered. 60 years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here every night. Courteous gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant music. The waiters loudly recited the greetings of distinguished guests. name.

The black Maserati was mixed in with the retro-style luxury cars in front of the Opera House, as if a young man wearing a rivet jacket and ripped jeans had mixed in among a group of middle-aged businessmen with big bellies in suits and ties. He looked out of place.

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat and looked out. Gentlemen and ladies came out of the car. The men were wearing all-black tuxedos or evening dresses, a white embroidered shirt, and their cosmopolitan-style parted hair was covered with thick hair. The oil and light can be discerned, and the ladies are much more dressed up. None of the dresses are the same, but without exception they all have long velvet gloves and mink coats, with a thin semi-transparent veil on the upper half, and a pair of dresses from the 1950s. The style of the characters in the Metropolis movies of the era.

Is this an American zombie from 60 years ago that was dug out of the cemetery, waxed and polished and reborn as a human being?

After scanning the men and women outside, Lu Mingfei turned to look at the principal. He was wearing a handmade Italian suit and leather shoes, a delicate rose on the chest of his coat, and a sanctimonious smile that was necessary for an old pervert.

"Ha..." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh? Mingfei, why are you laughing?" Angers wondered.

"If I remember correctly, principal, you should be about one hundred and thirty years old," Lu Mingfei leaned on his seat and hid the Colt Python in his waist, "Look at those sixty-year-olds outside. Don’t you find it interesting that the characters in the movie years ago looked similar? The oldest people here look at the youngest, and the less old people look like they just stepped out of a few eras ago.”

"It's a matter of mentality. Most of them have really experienced that era," Angers shrugged. "It's just a pity that with the end of that era, the period for them to accept new things also ended, so they I will stay in that era forever.”

"What about you, principal?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"I can't stop," Angers shook his head, "because I still have some things to do."

Lu Mingfei nodded and did not ask further questions, but opened a new topic: "By the way, principal, aren't we here to meet your old friends? This is not a place suitable for old friends to talk or discuss cooperation."

"No rush, let's go to an auction inside first," Angers said. "My old friend will also be at this auction. When the auction is over, it will be time for us to discuss cooperation."

"What? Principal, you and your old friends are both collectors?" Lu Mingfei joked.

"Among mixed breeds, we are both considered top-notch collectors," Angers said as if he didn't know what modesty was. "That's why neither of us can miss this auction. This is Sotheby's three years ago." A large-scale auction that was only held once..."

"Sosby?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. He didn't expect that not only the principal would come here to meet old friends, but he would also meet "old friends" in another sense.

"Oh, I remembered. You said before that you bought some rare alchemy materials from an auction house in Sotheby's," Angers said, "But this time it's different. You went to Sotheby's before. Sotheby’s ordinary auction, this auction is the largest auction in the entire Sotheby’s. It is held every three years, and the quality of the auction items is top-notch among all auctions in North America.”

"Mingfei, if you like something, you can tell me," Ange said. "If it's not too expensive, I can take a photo of it for you."

"It shouldn't be necessary," Lu Mingfei shook his head, "I'm not interested in collectibles."

"It's not just collectibles. Mixed-blood auctions always include alchemy props, alchemy weapons, and alchemy materials. Sometimes there are even alchemy recipes."

Even though Ange said this, Lu Mingfei still looked uninterested.

Following Angers out of the car, ignoring the glances from the people around him, Lu Mingfei was led by the principal into his exclusive private room amid the warm greetings of the waiter - Sotheby's Auction House was hosting the last large-scale auction. Luxurious private rooms will be prepared for the twenty guests with the highest bids.

The private room is located at the highest point in the entire opera house, and the design is very clever. Looking down at the guest seats, you can almost have an unobstructed view, and the stage has an impeccable view.

There are handmade furniture from various top luxury brands in the private room, from sofas to small tables to chandeliers to floor lamps of unknown significance. Every decoration in the room exudes a sophisticated aristocratic luxury atmosphere. Even the table is marked "Japan" Imported fruits seem cheap in this atmosphere.

The corruption of capitalism is vividly displayed in this small private room.

In addition, in a sense, how much public funds the principal embezzled was also vividly displayed.

Sitting in front of the box glass with the principal and looking down at the audience, Lu Mingfei looked at the curtain that had not yet been opened - the curtain was embroidered with patterns in gold thread, but it was not the pattern from the auction he went to last time.

Logically speaking, the previous pattern should be the emblem of the mixed-race family behind Sosby. It is the symbol of this family. There is only one and it will rarely be changed. But now the gold thread on the crimson curtain is embroidered with a and There was no similar pattern in the previous auction - a four-winged griffin holding thorns in its mouth.

Lu Mingfei only glanced at it for a few times before looking away. Although he could analyze what the problem was, it had nothing to do with him, so why bother with it?

…

Six Flags Amusement Park, on the corridor leading to the Ferris wheel.

Xia Mi almost lost his grip on the cone in his hand and froze in his tracks as Chu Zihang in front asked, "Did you go out with Lu Mingfei last night?"

If I kill Senior Brother Lu now, will it prove that he and I are innocent?

Chu Zihang turned to look at Xia Mi and said seriously: "If you want to stay up all night at the Internet cafe, you don't have to carry me on your back."

"……ah?"

Xia Mi, who was holding the cone, blinked and suspected that he heard wrongly, or that the senior brother actually cared about her, so he misunderstood something and received a huge stimulation for a while, so he went insane?

"Although sometimes Lu Mingfei goes to the Internet cafe all night and I would advise him to take care of his health, but if he only stays up all night once in a while, it will not do much harm to the body."

Of course, for mixed breeds.

"Senior brother, do you think Lu Mingfei and I went to the Internet cafe... all night long?"

After the panic dissipated, Xia Mi suddenly felt as if he was laughing or crying.

"Lu Mingfei has done this many times. When I stayed in a hotel with him, he always sneaked to a nearby Internet cafe to play games in the middle of the night." Chu Zihang frowned and asked, "If you haven't Go to the Internet cafe, then where did you go last night?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night and happened to find that Senior Brother Lu was also awake. I couldn't sleep and wanted to chat, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I went out to chat with him for a while."

Xia Mi gave an answer that if it happened between a boy and a girl, it would be 99% likely to lead to a breakup - who would believe that this was just a simple chat?

Chuzi Hangxin.

"Next time you can't sleep, you can chat with me," Chu Zihang said. "If you chat with Lu Mingfei, you may be even more unable to sleep."

Xia Mi nodded subconsciously.

"Wait a minute, senior brother," Xia Mi gritted his teeth and asked tentatively, "don't you suspect that there is... something between senior brother Lu and me?"

"What?" Chu Zihang didn't react for a moment.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "It's impossible. There is no sign of mutual affection between you and Lu Mingfei."

"Senior brother, can you still recognize the signs of affection?" Xia Mi thought to herself, it's impossible. You're such a blockhead that you might be able to recognize a couple as friends of the opposite sex, but you still have the confidence to tell whether two people are friends of the opposite sex. Don't you have a good impression? Who gave you this confidence, senior brother!

"I've seen Lu Mingfei like Chen Wenwen and Su Xiaoqiang," Chu Zihang said, "I can't see any 'like' in his attitude towards you."

Xia Mi:......

Senior brother, you know Lu Mingfei so well, can you spare some energy to get to know me?

"And..." Chu Zihang had a very hesitant expression on his face and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong, senior brother? You should tell me!" Xia Mi leaned over curiously, as if a kitten was attracted by a ball of wool.

"You probably don't fit Lu Mingfei's taste," Chu Zihang said with a sullen face, "He said he likes beautiful girls with plump breasts."

Xia Mi:......

…

This is a boring auction.

The auction was coming to an end. Lu Mingfei was lying on the sofa chatting with Su Xiaoqiang on his mobile phone. Ange looked at the increasingly valuable lots with interest and made bids from time to time.

The auction was not very long, and during this short period of time, Lu Mingfei truly felt how Angers was squandering funds for public and private purposes.

Let's put it this way, Lu Mingfei memorized the prices and buyers of the auction items. After a little calculation, if nothing unexpected happened, the principal should have a luxury box at the next auction.

"Next, is the eighty-sixth lot." The auctioneer, who has been presiding over the auction for several hours on the stage, still maintains high enthusiasm. "This is a very, very special and precious alchemical material. It is an anonymous... The exploration team consigned it to us for auction!”

A huge black hard-shell box was pushed up on a cart by the auctioneer's assistant. The auctioneer opened the hard-shell box by pressing the lid with his white-gloved hands.

Unexpectedly, there was another box inside the box, a small light gray metal box.

The auctioneer took out the small box and opened it again.

The crowd burst into low laughter, because inside the metal box was a smaller black box. This hilarious scene was like the funny plot of big boxes within small boxes that appear in many cartoons, although these antique-like guests were not interested in it. You probably don’t know much about cartoons.

"Please forgive us for having to save it in such a cumbersome way, because it is completely worth the trouble." The auctioneer smiled and opened the black box. This time there was a blue-gray metal box inside - this was a lead The box is similar in size to a small suitcase, and its full view is displayed on a large screen for guests to see clearly.

The lead box was opened again, and inside was a sea-blue box with dots of dark blue lines on the surface.

No one smiled this time, and most people had formal expressions on their faces, because this ocean-blue box was made of some kind of alchemical metal—and it was expensive alchemical metal.

The auctioneer opened the box again, and this time it was no longer a box, but a bone - a dark golden skeleton that looked like an arm bone, but had far more bones than humans and a weirder shape.

The sound of inhaling sounded in the guest room.

It is said that dragons can transform into human-like postures, but even if they look similar to humans, their skeletons are completely different from humans - they have at least a thousand odd-shaped, dark golden bones that are pieced together.

"After receiving the entrustment of this lot, we spent a lot of money to invite many alchemist masters. After joint appraisal by many alchemist masters, we at Sotheby's Auction House officially confirmed and guarantee to you that this is a genuine piece. , the keel left by the next generation of Dukes!" The auctioneer's voice suddenly became louder, "And it is the keel of the Duke that retains the corresponding spiritual power and can refine the Philosopher's Stone!"

There was an uproar among the guests.

No one thought that treasures of this level would appear in this auction. Generally speaking, the bones and blood of duke-level dragons are priceless treasures and can only be bartered. They will not appear in this auction as long as they give money. You can buy something at an auction - because the value of this thing can no longer be measured in currency, just like no country will sell its nuclear weapons technology for money.

Although this section of the keel looks small, it is only because it is in human form. If it was originally in dragon form, it would be at least two meters long.

If a corresponding amount of the Duke's spiritual power is stored in it, then it can extract at least ten standard-sized Philosopher's Stones - there should be less than ten mixed-race families in North America that can possess so many Philosopher's Stones.

The guest room was filled with excitement, and most gentlemen and ladies did not even have the extra energy to ensure their grace.

Anger in the box stood up straight and without hesitation dialed Norma and asked Norma to open the college's emergency account for him - this was a big deal, and he, Anger, had picked it up for the college.

Lu Mingfei stared at the keel arm, feeling familiar.