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But at that moment, there was no place for the girl in his eyes; all the light in the girl's eyes was taken away from the old man.
"Who are you?" It was Zhao Menghua who spoke. Lu Mingfei had just finished confessing his feelings and hadn't even had a chance to make a move when he was interrupted by this sudden situation.
“Hilbert Jean Angers, the principal of the College of Kassel.”
The old man didn't speak, but the girl beside him slowly revealed his identity.
Everyone fell silent; most of them had attended that inexplicably strange interview at Kassel College.
Zhao Menghua remained silent. Coming from a wealthy family, he understood all too well the power of an American university president who could establish connections with the University of Chicago—something he couldn't afford to offend.
"Mingfei." It seemed that only Lu Mingfei was in the old man's eyes; everyone else was out of his sight.
Lu Mingfei also heard the old man's identity. Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be in a high position, he involuntarily, like the panicked person who was called on by the teacher while sleeping in class, answered "Here".
As the old man examined the masterpiece he had painstakingly "carved" over 18 years, he took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei.
"As you can see, I am the principal of Kassel College. Your father, Lu Lincheng, and mother, Jovini, asked me to deliver this invitation to you, inviting you to study at my school for the next four years."
Looking at the hesitation and astonishment on the face of the boy who was not yet 18, the old man asked, "Then, Mingfei, can you give me an answer?"
Lu Mingfei took the business card and looked at the astonished expressions on the faces of his classmates.
What about Chen Wenwen? Does she see him the same way?
Lu Mingfei forced himself to turn his gaze away and fixed it on the old man, slowly speaking:
"my pleasure."
Chapter 58 Little Devil
"You shouldn't have come."
Time seemed to stand still, and Lu Mingfei's hand, which was reaching out to take the business card, remained frozen in mid-air.
Suddenly, a child, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old and also dressed in a suit, slowly appeared beside him.
But the child's face showed no trace of the innocence and naivety that a child should have; instead, it was filled with a chilling, murderous coldness.
“This has already disrupted my plans,” the mysterious man said slowly in a deep voice.
Angers slowly turned his head, not responding to his words, but instead casting his gaze on Chen Motong, who was also motionless, and said with emotion, "Every time I see this scene, I feel incredibly amazed."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to straighten his collar, his movements elegant and composed.
Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the mysterious man who looked like a child, his eyes revealing an undeniable authority, "Zero, don't forget your current situation."
"I've changed my name now, you can call me Lu Mingze."
The mysterious man—no, the devilish version of Lu Mingze—also didn't follow Angers' words. He coldly looked at the old man who had overstepped his bounds, but there was nothing he could do.
His true form is currently imprisoned in the Nibelungen in northern Siberia, where Nidhogg, whose physical body has not yet been revealed, has restricted all his abilities using the Word of Power: Emperor's Domain that he unconsciously emanates.
In addition, he was immersed in a pool of mercury, and a "spear of fate," a mythical weapon that was invincible and unstoppable, was inserted into his heart, leaving him half-dead.
Most fatally, all his power was channeled into the construction and expansion of Nibelungen through a meticulously prepared alchemical matrix.
Whenever he adapts and recovers some of his power, that power is quickly drawn into the empty little world, purified and transformed by the alchemical matrix, and then becomes a source of power that binds him once again.
This prevented him from escaping.
On the surface, the Nibelungen was controlled by the Doomsday Faction, who had long since defected from the Secret Society; in secret, they were controlled by Odin.
Angers, on the other hand, also established connections with these guys.
In a sense, he is now under the joint control of Angers and Odin.
In their collaboration, they were on a relatively equal footing.
To raise giant dragons in captivity to hunt other giant dragons.
This is something only a madman could do, and even a madman would be afraid of his own madness.
Angers was such a madman; he was willing to sacrifice everything and make any choice in order to slay the dragon.
He smiled, ignoring the boy's stubbornness, and looked at Lu Mingfei behind the boy. "You should know why I'm here."
Lu Mingze didn't speak or look at Angers, but simply grabbed Lu Mingfei's sleeve. He lowered his eyes, stood in front of Lu Mingfei, and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was also slumped over, yet seemed to be trying to lift himself up.
Angers' smile faded. "I've lost a student here, but I don't even know when I ever had one."
“I didn’t do this. You should know that there’s very little I can do during this time.” After a moment of silence, Lu Mingze slowly spoke again.
"But even so, it's enough."
Angers glanced meaningfully at his surroundings, at the seemingly frozen space and time.
His Word of Power is "Time Zero," a Word of Power of Extreme Speed. Even in a normal state, he can stretch one second to fifty seconds, as if time is condensed in front of him.
But compared to the scene before them, even Angers' Word of Power seemed insignificant.
“Besides, you never even thought of informing me about this,” Angers said, looking at the seemingly harmless boy in front of him, but his wariness never subsided.
"Regarding the disappearance of Chu Tianjiao."
Upon learning of Chu Tianjiao's disappearance and erasure, Angers immediately realized that the biggest mastermind behind it all was likely the boy in front of him.
The reason is simple: if there really is such an S-class specialist at Kassel College, and this S-class specialist is placed in this small town, then he only has one task, and this small town can only undertake this one task—to monitor Lu Mingfei.
The devil who calls himself Lu Mingze is definitely capable of silently erasing an S-class member and wiping his memory from everyone's mind.
Even with Norma, the seemingly most reliable artificial intelligence, Angers knew very well that the devil before him also held a black card from the Camarilla Elders.
It's important to understand that the power of artificial intelligence doesn't belong solely to humans.
In this respect, machines are not even as reliable as the human brain.
Of course, in the eyes of dragons, the human brain is not much better than that of a machine.
Angers felt a touch of self-mockery; this was the enemy he was about to face.
"You probably won't believe what I'm saying, will you?" the devil sneered.
“I will decide this based on your answer.” Angers had never trusted the devil before him.
"Have you asked your student named Chu Zihang? He was a witness to this incident." The devil in the boy's skin paused, as if reluctantly revealing the information.
“Not yet,” Angers replied, “but I’ll ask.”
Chu Zihang is not someone who would casually confide his past.
In the original story, before Angers used a hypnotic-like method to obtain the information about Odin from him, Kassel College knew nothing about Chu Tianjiao.
Even after receiving this news, Angers still didn't have the time or energy to investigate the matter.
"Then there's another question: why does Chu Zihang remember this?"
Angers clenched his fists tightly, staring sharply at the boy in front of him.
Since everyone has forgotten Chu Tianjiao, then Chu Zihang should be no exception, no matter how close their relationship is.
Angers acknowledged that his successor as president of the Lionheart Society was an excellent student, just as excellent as Fingel von Frings ten years earlier, but even so there should be no exceptions.
Humans have little power to resist the Dragon King, and Angers is well aware of this.
“He bears the mark of the Nibelungs, which makes him somewhat special in certain ways,” the devil replied reluctantly, though he had already added another note about Angers to his mind.
“Then what about our agreement?” Angers asked again.
The devil glanced at the man and woman at the entrance of the movie theater. Their expressions shifted slightly in the stillness of the space, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, almost like a child.
"Of course, it's the same as before."
His figure gradually faded away, time resumed its flow, and the muscles on Lu Mingfei's face began to twitch...
Angers watched this scene slowly, and sighed as if helpless.
The sound was long and drawn out.
Until time returns to normal.
Chapter 59 Nuwa
"What's wrong with the principal?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously.
He saw that, almost instantly, the old man's expression darkened slightly.
“No, it’s nothing.” Angers smiled again and pulled Lu Mingfei out of the cinema.
Two cars were parked in front of the cinema: a Ferrari and a Maserati.
Angers then said to the girl behind him, "Nono, I'd like to trouble you to come with me this time."
Chen Motong paused for a moment, then nodded, tossing the keys to his Ferrari to Wang Anzhi, who was watching the scene unfold: "Junior brother, can you drive this car back for me?"
Wang Anzhi nodded, somewhat curious about what Angers was trying to do with Chen Motong—was he using Chen's unpredictable profiling ability to find Odin?
It's unclear why Odin wanted to kill the daughter-in-law he had personally chosen.
He glanced at Xia Mi beside him, but unfortunately, Xiaolongnu's eyes remained as clear as ever.
Angers then looked at Lu Mingfei: "I'm sorry, Mingfei, I was supposed to personally give you the orientation training, but I'm just too busy right now."
He turned to Wang Anzhi: "Could you please help Mingfei with his orientation training, Anzhi?"
Wang Anzhi raised an eyebrow, glanced at the uneasy Lu Mingfei beside him, and casually said, "Of course."
Ang nodded, opened the door of the Maserati, and said to Chen Motong, "Nono, let's go."
……
In the darkness, Lu Mingfei sat upright in the back seat of a Ferrari, a rare four-seater Ferrari.
In the driver's seat was Wang Anzhi, his future classmate from Kassel College whom he had met once before, while in the passenger seat sat Xia Mi, a girl who was as beautiful as a monster.
Seemingly noticing Lu Mingfei looking her over, the girl made a face at him through the rearview mirror.
Lu Mingfei didn't dare to look too closely. He glanced at Wang Anzhi, who was driving seriously and should be his future classmate, and didn't dare to ask him if he had passed his driving test.
For some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity when he looked at this senior brother he had only met once. This sense of familiarity only completely disappeared when he heard a childish snort in his ear.
As he watched the lights rushing past outside the car, and thought of his classmates who might be looking back, he felt as if he were in a dream.
But he quickly came to his senses, composed himself, and remembered the orientation training the old principal had mentioned before leaving. He couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "Senior, where are we going?"