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

Inside the Chicago Civic Opera House.

On the side of the corridor painted crimson, a crimson door hidden in the wall opened, revealing a room inside - a conference room to be precise.

Fingel's aura was still behind the wall of the conference room. Lu Mingfei, who couldn't see through anything, could only focus on the conference room first.

There are fourteen high-backed cowhide chairs in the room. The main seat is a thin old man wearing round-frame glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat. He is facing the open door and nodding and smiling at Lu Mingfei and Ange outside the door. He looks like Like a retired Texas Ranger, he combines the kindness of an old man with the dignity of a police officer. He still wears a worn police badge on his hat, but his wrinkles reveal a cowboy-like aura.

The vice principal said that cowboys are one of the symbols of the American spirit.

In the 18th and 19th centuries, these young men, who came from the farms of the American Midwest, the British countryside and textile mills, and Mexico, wore leather chaps and high leather boots and rode horses through the vast wilderness of the West, with a permanent bag on their waists. Two revolvers are hung in leather holsters, and the face is buried behind a slanted cowboy hat. Half of the face is exposed, and a half-smoked cigar is always held in the corner of the mouth. When walking, spurs or other metal ornaments are kicked on the back of the cowboy boots. Crisp sound.

Americans feel that the spirit of the pioneers struggling for survival is revealed in the desert sand and dust. The survival spirit tempered in this unique environment is the core of the American spirit.

Of course, that was the United States more than a hundred years ago, and it has little to do with the United States today.

At the end of the 19th century, the East-West Railway ran through it, and the vigorous silhouettes of cowboys amidst the roar of steam whistles became less and less common. The silhouettes of cowboys riding horses into the windy sand were fixed on the posters of Hollywood blockbusters. People around them holding chips, cola and popcorn used this method. A way to pay tribute to the cowboys of the past era.

Just looking at the old man in front of him, Lu Mingfei really felt like he saw a cowboy - a cowboy abandoned by the times. Although he was wearing the clothes of a mounted policeman, his silver sideburns seemed to be holding gravel. He no longer looked like a cowboy. It belongs to this era again, just as the cowboy was replaced by barbed wire and trains, but he still has the temperament of being a pioneer. Maybe he now has a pair of revolvers filled with bullets hidden in the drawer at hand.

Lu Mingfei looked around at the remaining people. There was a handsome or beautiful young man sitting on every other chair. They all greeted Angers in the same way, raising their right fist and showing the silver on their index finger. Ring, a thick and simple ring, with different totems on the huge ring - those are their respective family crests.

Lu Mingfei looked at the index finger of the old man on the main seat. He saw the same large silver ring. The totem on the ring looked very familiar - a four-winged griffon with a thorn in its mouth. Lu Mingfei had just been at Sotheby's Auction House. I saw this pattern on the curtain.

"No need to introduce, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known financial backer in the circle, our big client, and the president of Cassel College."

The old man who looked like a mounted policeman sat at the table and motioned for Ange and Lu Mingfei to sit wherever they pleased - although there was only one empty chair in the room now.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to bring a young man here," the old man said with a timely expression of surprise, "I'm really sorry, it seems we don't have enough seats."

"Then it seems that time has begun to make you forgetful, Henkel," Angers said meaningfully, "which is a real pity."

"If you really feel sorry, then at least stop laughing, right?" Henkel said.

"Sorry, I can't help it." Angers sat on the only empty chair, lit a handmade cigar, and looked at Henkel who was right opposite him. "Let me introduce you, Lu Mingfei, a researcher at the college. He is also a descendant of my old friend Lu Shanyan, give him an extra chair.”

"I'm sorry," Henkel shook his head, "Because this meeting was prepared in a hurry, we didn't prepare extra chairs. I'm afraid we can only ask your students to stand for a while."

"You don't mind, young man?" Henkel looked up at Lu Mingfei with a seemingly kind smile.

All the young people followed Henkel's line of sight and turned to look at Lu Mingfei. Fourteen pairs of eyes stared at him, as if they were trying to magnify the embarrassment in which he stood next to the table for a meeting. times.

Of course, some of them felt that this was not an embarrassment. After all, everyone at the table was a representative of one force. They and Henkel both represented their respective families. Angers alone could not represent the entire secret party or the Kaiser. Ser, but he is a legendary dragon slayer and the principal of Kassel, and his weight is no less than that of a mixed-race family.

This young man named Lu Mingfei is just a researcher in Cassel. He is just an employee of Angers. With this status, he is not qualified to sit with them. Of course, he is also a rising star among the alchemists. , but if you want to be on an equal footing with them, you must at least be an alchemy master who has been famous for a long time.

As for the descendants of Lu Shanyan mentioned by Angers... Not to mention that the name Lu Shanyan is no longer very popular among their generation. Even if the name Lu Shanyan is enough to attract their attention, it will have to be done by Lu Shanyan himself. Even if we are on the same level as them, what does a descendant mean?

The men stared at Lu Mingfei, with a playful golden light in their eyes, while the women stared at Lu Mingfei's face, with a bit of brilliance in their eyes.

"Of course I don't mind." Facing everyone's gaze, Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head, "But I hope you won't mind."

I?

Henkel was stunned for a moment.

Others were also stunned for a moment.

No one moved in the seat. Lu Mingfei strode to the seat to the left of Angers and grabbed the back collar of a young man sitting on the seat. He raised his arm and the young man drew a beautiful parabola in the air. It fell to the ground at the door.

There was silence in the conference room.

Lu Mingfei sat down on the young man's seat, turned to look at the young man who had climbed up embarrassedly, and nodded: "Thank you."

The young man got up from the ground. For some reason, Lu Mingfei just grabbed his collar, as if clamping all the joints in his body. He couldn't even adjust his posture when he was thrown into the air. Soften the impact of landing.

He stared at Lu Mingfei with a cold face. His pride and dignity had been severely trampled by a rookie alchemist, but the experience of being thrown out without any chance of fighting back made him understand that no matter what he does now, Bringing humiliation to oneself.

The world of mixed-breeds is a world that values ​​strength. Even if he is rightly scolding Lu Mingfei for his uncultured and polite behavior just now, in the eyes of other mixed-breeds, it is just a weak and useless accusation made by a sheep bullied by a wolf. .

"Ah, it seems there are no extra chairs," Lu Mingfei looked at the young man at the door with a smile, "It seems I can only stand for a while."

He turned his head and looked at Henkel, his slightly green golden eyes staring at the old man with a mounted police uniform and cowboy temperament. The smile on his face was almost the same as before: "You don't mind, do you?"

Henkel was silent for a moment: "Of course."

He looked at Angers again: "You have brought a very good young man."

"Mingfei has always been the most outstanding young man I know." Angers did not hide his admiration for Lu Mingfei.

The young man who had been robbed of his seat walked to the conference table with his forehead beating and stood somewhere far away from Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei sat back on the chair calmly, without any guilt, as if the chair was not snatched by him, but should have been his in the first place.

The young man looked at Lu Mingfei angrily with his peripheral vision, but his sight slowly solidified in the air. If a person's field of vision is a light, then there must be two light paths in his eyes now in the air with an extremely Slow speed extension.

"Well done, brother."

Everything around him seemed to come to a standstill. At some point, Lu Mingze was sitting on the edge of the conference table, directly opposite Lu Mingfei.

His two short legs hung down, his arms were pressed back on the table to support his body, and his head was tilted back slightly. The sunlight coming from nowhere illuminated his body, his skin was as white as a transparent plate, and his golden pupils were burning. .

"You are becoming more and more like a king now," he looked at Lu Mingfei, his beautiful big eyes seemed to be happy and sad, and he added softly, "a king like a dragon."