Chapter 186 The Open Door
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Lu Mingfei slumped down on the chair.

Professor Guderian was horrified and jumped three feet high. He quickly put his finger under his nose and patted his chest to make sure he was still breathing.

"What's going on?" The old man turned around anxiously, took out a bottle of quick-acting heart pills from his arms, pried open Lu Mingfei's mouth and poured the pills into it.

The unconscious Finkel had his face stepped on and he let out a short scream before losing consciousness again.

After a long period of noise, the carriage became quiet again.

Professor Guderian held Lu Mingfei's head and looked at the boy opposite with a circle of milk stains on his mouth. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have failed to show his steady side in front of the freshmen.

“Hahaha, I’m so sorry.” The old man grabbed his hair, which was even more messy than a chicken coop, and said with a dry laugh: “Don’t be misled by Finger, there are still many normal people in our school.”

"It's okay, I don't care." Su Beixun licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

The light was lazy, making his pupils look much softer.

Su Beixun stared at the unfolded oil painting. The dragon body, which was darker than ink, was elegant and ferocious, like a god sitting in hell.

He exhaled a breath of foul air: "Long, is it very strong?"

"Of course!" Professor Guderian nodded. "There are no dragons in the history we wrote, but they appear in the shadows of every line of records. Several families called 'blood descendants' jointly hold this secret and bury the revival of the dragons on the battlefield time and time again. Until today, a thousand years later, Kassel College has inherited their legacy."

"Why do we have to slay the dragon?" Su Beixun shook the cup in his hand. Thick milk hung on the wall of the cup and then slowly flowed down.

"You don't know Them well enough." Professor Guderian smiled.

He also focused his attention on the dragon with its wings spread out in the painting: "We humans have stolen the power of the dragons, replaced them, and become the new masters of this world... Being stepped on by a former slave, I think no life can accept it, let alone an arrogant dragon."

"Excellent!" Su Beixun clapped his hands, his expression indescribably ironic. "It's really a perfect epic of resistance and freedom. We are all the great heroes who are not afraid of sacrifice in the words of the bards."

His head was leaning against the back of the chair, the light from the carriage and the shadow from the window intertwined on his face like jagged teeth.

"I am a good student and I read a wide variety of books. From those stories and history, I deeply understand a truth."

He looked directly into the old man's bright eyes, his voice floating in the rumbling sound of the car: "Heroes may always appear, but heroic groups...even if they exist, they can't last for a thousand years!"

The iron wheels rolled over the rails, but the carriage seemed silent.

After a long silence, Professor Guderian sighed, "I don't deny that many hybrids are entering the battlefield to pursue the power of the dragon race and to make their bloodline closer to that of a real dragon. But the academy is different!"

"Hilbert Jean Angers. The president of Kassel, a man who has been burning with hatred until now." Professor Guderian said excitedly, as if he was proud of it: "When you see it, you will understand."

The wilderness outside the window undulates and dances.

Su Beixun stopped talking because he totally couldn't agree with it.

Just like the question on the Internet - if one day aliens came to Earth and said they wanted to rule humans and force everyone to work three hours a day, would you welcome it or resist?

Of course, this is just a beautiful fantasy of office workers. Real dragons are far from being so kind, but the core idea is the same.

In Su Beixun's view, compared with the illusory camps and peers, he cares more about personal interests rather than foolishly stepping onto the dragon-slaying battlefield for some great cause.

The train gradually slowed down, and Guderian looked at the boy who obviously didn't take his words to heart, and smiled gently.

When he was young, people always told him that his life was a wilderness. He could choose the direction he liked without restraint, see all kinds of scenery, and then choose one as his own cemetery.

But it turns out that his life consists of nothing more than the fucking mental hospital and the not-so-fucking-fucking Cassel.

So, life is free, but the future is not. If you want to cross the wilderness, you can only follow that fixed track, step onto the desolate stage, and spit out hot blood.

Being a half-blood meant that you were destined to slay a dragon.

……

The train finally stopped.

In the dim dawn, a medieval-style building stood tall, with green lawns, crimson cobblestone roads, castle-like buildings, and the church rooftop with pigeons flying in the distance.

"Come with me." Professor Guderian hugged Lu Mingfei's knees and greeted Su Beixun softly.

Finkel was lying on the ground with half of his tongue sticking out and a black footprint on his face. He was deliberately forgotten in the carriage.

……

Pushing open a mahogany door with carved patterns, Su Beixun saw a study room with quaint decorations, surrounded by bookcases and a crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

As soon as the old man put Lu Mingfei on a cowhide bench, the sleepy boy whimpered and opened his eyes.

The dim light illuminated the vision, and a face smiling like a furious chrysanthemum came into view.

Professor Guderian laughed happily, but Lu Mingfei's heart sank to the bottom.

He widened his eyes in horror, covered his mouth, and said tremblingly: "Professor, do you know Talia?"

"Oh, you mean Sleeping Beauty? After I got out of the mental hospital, I read all those classic fairy tales again. I still remember them clearly."

Lu Mingfei was no longer in the mood to complain about the mental hospital. He asked with a dead look on his face, "So, Professor, you used the same method to wake me up?"

"Oh! Damn it, why didn't I think of that?!" Professor Guderian slapped his head in annoyance: "If I had known earlier, I would have put Finger and you together so that you both would wake up."

"Please don't do that!" Lu Mingfei shouted for mercy.

He smiled shamelessly, but his eyes were full of confusion.

In fact, Lu Mingfei knew very well that the professor would never do such a thing, but if he didn't say some bad words, he was afraid that he would drown in the dream just now.

On the top of the frozen mountain, the giant dragon in the oil painting lay quietly, with its wings hanging down to the foot of the mountain, and its bright red blood looked like boiling magma.

The boy held his hand, and together they watched as the people bathing in the bloody rain raised their hands and cheered for the coming of a new era.

"Lu Mingfei?" A hand waved up and down in front of his eyes.

Guderian looked worried. "Are you okay? Why are you reacting so violently? Are you that afraid of dragons?"

“No!” Lu Mingfei grabbed his hair frantically. “I just suspect that I’m in the real-life version of The Matrix. You’re the Morpheus holding the pill and asking me if I want to wake up.”

"You said I was a bald fat man." Guderian was hurt.

"This is not the point at all!" Lu Mingfei said weakly. There were too many things to complain about today, and his energy for complaining had already exploded.

"Well, it seems that you won't believe it unless I show you the evidence!" Professor Guderian clapped his hands.

The door of the study opened, and a middle-aged man who was obviously Japanese walked in quickly. He was holding a black suitcase in each hand, which looked very solid.

"Hello, my name is Masashi Toyama, a psychological counselor at Kassel College." The man bowed respectfully and spoke in fluent Chinese.

He put the suitcases on the table and very considerately placed one in front of each of them. "I borrowed two very high-end artifacts from the archives management to prove that dragons do exist in this world." Masashi Toyama used the password and fingerprint to open the suitcase in front of Lu Mingfei.

Inside is a black scale, half the size of a palm.

Lu Mingfei followed the advice and shot at the scales with his pistol. The powerful force after the modification made his hands tremble constantly, but the black scales were still as delicate as silk.

Lu Mingfei gasped for air, his worldview crumbling. He looked at Su Beixun standing beside him for help, and in his heart he shouted, "You are so knowledgeable, come and refute it for me."

But Su Beixun didn't say anything.

He looked at the black scales with interest, then looked down at the suitcase in front of him.

"Here is a red dragon cub." Masashi Toyama was very experienced in eye contact and immediately opened the second box.

Inside was a cylindrical glass bottle, like the ones used in hospitals to store internal organs.

In the pale yellow formalin solution, an animal that looks very much like a lizard is soaking there. It curls up its tail as peacefully as a fetus in the womb, and its spread membranous wings seem to be floating in the clouds.

“It’s over.” Lu Mingfei covered his face: “My worldview is really going to be over!”

A vague voice came from his ears. It seemed that Masashi Toyama was introducing something, but Su Beixun couldn't hear it clearly.

He looked at the specimen that was bound in the bottle, and suddenly felt a little angry and sad. It was as if something was about to burst out, but was suppressed by Su Beixun.

……

Under the bright sunshine, Lu Mingfei walked out of the building with a pale face. He looked at Su Beixun who was walking beside him with a normal face, and couldn't help but think of the people who remained calm even when facing a catastrophe. This must be what academic masters are like.

“Aren’t you shocked?” Lu Mingfei really wanted to talk to someone, even if the other person ignored him: “Dragon clan, there are actually such things in the world. It feels like the past 17 years have been like a dream.”

It’s a pity that after waking up from the dream, the loser is still the same loser.

Lu Mingfei sighed. He felt a lot of pressure when he thought about the S-level they were talking about. It was actually higher than the level of the academic masters. It was scary to think about it!
He has never been a confident person, and the more others expect of him, the more he will mess up.

"Wait a minute!" Professor Guderian suddenly ran out and said, "The school's [Free Day] is in two days. It will be very chaotic. If you don't want to participate, just stay in your dormitory!"

A day of freedom?
Lu Mingfei wanted to ask again, but Professor Guderian had already disappeared. When he looked back, the top student in front of him also disappeared without a trace.

"Where should we go now?" Lu Mingfei looked around in confusion, and the handsome queen with burgundy hair suddenly popped up in his mind.

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The accommodation in Kassel is very good, well-equipped, and the beds are equipped with clean bedding. The sun shines in, and the green ivy is thriving.

This is a single dormitory room.

Su Beixun put down his bag and stuffed the few clothes in it into the closet one by one.

"Are you here?" Su Beixun suddenly said softly.

The dormitory was empty and so quiet that not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

He closed the iron cabinet door and turned around.

The little kid, who was not even as tall as his waist, stood there, wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts, bending over awkwardly, and performing an awkward etiquette: "Brother, listen to your call."

Su Beixun looked at him, his blood-red eyes filled with obscure emotions: "Who am I?"

This unreasonable sentence almost burned the child's brain. He remained bent over for a long time before he straightened up and tilted his head cutely: "Huh?"

"When Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki's golden eyes lit up, I felt inexplicably violent, and I also felt emotions that were totally inappropriate when I saw that specimen."

Su Beixun narrowed his eyes: "Just because I don't say something doesn't mean I don't care."

The kid is stumped!

Why is this rhythm completely different from what he saw?
He was silent, wondering whether he should slip away now.
"Are you a dragon?" Su Beixun continued to ask.

"...Brother, why do you say that?" The child opened his mouth and laughed, which was uglier than crying.

"I don't think hybrids can do the same thing as you." Su Beixun said, "Of course, maybe I don't know hybrids well enough, so I will reserve my opinion on this for the time being."

"...I suddenly remembered that the fire at home was not turned off." The child opened the door with stiff hands and feet, but before half of his body could walk out, he shattered to pieces on the spot the next second.

"The person you mentioned who doesn't want him to know about me, are you referring to Lu Mingfei?"

"...Of course not!" The child glued himself back together, turned around, touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

Su Beixun had a blank expression on his face.

"You appeared in front of me for four whole years, but disappeared on the way to Kassel. Now that you are alone, you appear again... So, the only person you are worried about is the person who is traveling with me."

The child opened his mouth, speechless.

He tried his best to find a reasonable excuse, but Su Beixun waved his hand and said, "Forget it, go away."

[How can I leave if you say that? ]

The child's mouth twitched, and he felt that he shouldn't have come here at all. What kind of caring brother is this? He got himself into trouble.
He slapped himself twice in his heart, opened his eyes pitifully, and begged: "Brother, can you just pretend you know nothing?"

"Sure." Su Beixun nodded, his eyes flashing coldly: "But compared to my life and property, I think it's better to get rid of Lu Mingfei first."

"Don't, brother!"

The child turned pale, rushed over and hugged his thighs, wiping away tears exaggeratedly: "The person next to him is much more powerful than me, I don't want to see my brother die."

Su Beixun frowned: "The people around you? Are they very strong?"

"Very strong!" The child nodded repeatedly.

"That man is a dragon?"

"I think so." The child hesitated, thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, it has a deep relationship with dragons!"

"Who is he? Who are you? Who am I?" Su Beixun asked again.

"I can't tell you for now." The child sighed, "Brother, in the world of dragons, names carry power. If I tell him, he will know."

He raised his head, his deep pupils were like the gloomy sea surface, with bottomless cold ice floating across them from time to time.

"Brother, give me a little more time."

"I won't keep you waiting too long."

(End of this chapter)