Chapter 362 Walking in the West

It's actually...a yes vote.

There was a deathly silence at the hearing.

Fingel almost popped his eyes out.

He rushed over without thinking, but a hand held him down, it was Caesar.

The leader of the student union said arrogantly.

"It looks good."

The old monk discovered something strange at the meeting place.

With the girl school director in front, anyone could guess the husky's tendency, which was definitely to oppose the proposal. They were all the same, firmly on the S-class side.

The old monk had already closed his eyes and didn't want to watch anymore. He just wanted this farce to end as soon as possible. Everything today was like a nightmare. Nothing went according to plan. The martial arts resources he had obtained were also used up. The S-class who knew nothing about heaven and earth humiliated him in front of his face. He couldn't swallow this tone no matter what.

The old monk swore viciously in his heart, just wait for me. S-class, it doesn't matter if you are strong. You have family, friends, and people you care about. He can't wait to see the regretful expression on S-class's face. Okay, just thinking about it makes the old monk very excited.

Lu Mingfei, who was in the hearing room, glanced over here, and Wu Dao had an intuition, reminding him that someone seemed to be trying to harm him.

No, he is very familiar with this kind of premonition. The target is not against himself. If it is malicious towards himself, he must be fiercely aware of it.

He remembered the crisis of the network administrator girl half a year ago.

So is it targeting the people around me?

Lu Mingfei thought, his eyes paused on Frost, then turned to the old monk.

He nodded and made a gesture to Caesar. The idea that had been hesitant since last night was finally finalized.

A person's name needs to be annotated with matching deeds. Perhaps for some people, the name of the King of Bronze and Fire is too empty. They only know that he is very strong, but do not know how strong he is. Naturally, he is not a beheader. The Dragon King's achievements lack a sense of reality, and the solution is simple. Humans are such creatures, and it only hurts when a knife hits the body.

By coincidence, Lu Mingfei had such a knife in his hand.

Thinking about it, Lu Mingfei saw the husky gesticulating towards him from the corner of his eye, clasping his palms together and shaking up and down. Was he... begging for mercy?

This guy.

Looking at the husky and then at the girl, Lu Mingfei suddenly understood.

Abstention was not allowed in this vote, so they agreed that one person was in favor and the other was against, adopting a moderate strategy, advancing together and retreating together, and no one was offended.

Will Mingzhe protect himself?

Lu Mingfei smiled at the two of them.

It doesn't matter, it's not the time to get angry yet, he wants to see what happens next. All the school directors present have voted, so, are they really going to take over Genbuyuan?

A strange atmosphere spread in the auditorium.

The students in Kassel quietly exchanged glances.

Want to take action?

hold on.

What are you waiting for!

Without the command of the road master, I don’t think any of you dare to move!

Damn it, Master Lu, what on earth was he thinking!

Look at it, I don't think that S-class road masters will have the character to swallow their anger.

Where is the president and chief? Let them persuade the road master!

Where have you been standing? In martial arts, movement and stillness complement each other. Sit tight!

Some students wanted to get up, but were held down by the people next to them. Some people looked at Lu Mingfei repeatedly, but their S-class still sat motionless. Some people kept winking at Caesar and Chu Zihang, hoping that these two They could stand up and do something, but the result was the same. Caesar and Chu Zihang completely ignored the restless students. Their reaction was the same as Lu Mingfei's, as if the martial arts that the school board was about to pick had nothing to do with them.

But how could it not matter? The establishment of the Wuyuan was built on their backs piece by piece. They stood on the zenith platform and watched the sun rise from the distant horizon. They read in the Yuanwuyuan and did not eat or drink for a visual picture. Thinking about it, they competed in the martial arts field and grew up in victory and defeat.

So, how could it not matter.

It is true that the martial arts academy belongs to Kassel and is presided over by Lu Mingfei, but it also belongs to each of them, to them, every warrior.

Guderian moved his hips anxiously, as if there was a stove under the chair to warm him. He wanted to get up several times to say something, but he took a look at the luxurious lineup of professors, King Solomon and the school director. After a while, Guderian sat back downcast again. He thought to himself, Guderian, Guderian, a person who doesn't even have a tenured professorship in Cassel, what qualifications do you have to speak on such an occasion? Wan Bu said, even if you speak, who will listen?

Thinking about it this way, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Manstein patted the back of his old friend's hand.

"Look at the S-class."

said the chairman of the disciplinary committee of Kassel.

"Remember, Guderian, you said that we can always trust that child."

Guderian slowly raised his drooped head.

He glanced at Manstein. The look of the Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee was still serious. Speaking of which, among the professors in Cassel, Manstein probably had the most special attitude towards the S-class, not to mention Guderian, who was off-line every day. Now, even Schneider, who had become irritated by the students in Kassel, looked at Lu Mingfei in a different light, and his attitude could even be described as gentle.

But not Manstein. He never looks good to the S-class, but he also never makes things difficult for him. It’s hard to tell what Manstein’s attitude towards the S-class is. What’s certain is that it’s definitely not disgust, nor is it true. It was definitely not hatred. As an old friend for many years, Guderian once asked him. After all, one side was an old friend and the other side was a promising student. From the bottom of his heart, Guderian hoped that these two people could live in harmony.

Manstein's answer was strange.

What he said was: "I don't know either."

Not only others, but even Manstein often couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He knew what he was doing and subconsciously stayed away from the S-class. Moreover, Manstein could still feel the deep feelings for the S-class in his soul. level of fear.

But there is no reason. Why should he be afraid of S-class?

Manstein felt a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell where the strange feeling came from. An experienced alchemist could answer his question.

This strange feeling is the absence of memory. Manstein has forgotten something, and he can't even remember the thing he once forgot. This is a very advanced memory cleaning method in alchemy, and it is deeper. , even the legendary technique of completely blocking all memories of another person in someone's mind can only be achieved by the Dragon King.

The memory of a living body is a very profound field. The knowledge of alchemy in this area directly points out that forgetting is a false proposition. No matter whether a person is as noble as a dragon or as frequent as a human being, as long as he is a living body, he cannot be completely forgotten. Forgetting, all the ignorance they have experienced is accumulated in their minds and cannot be taken away. All you can do is to block it and weave new scenes to cover the original memories so that the logic behind them is harmonious. Naturally, the best at this is The Dragon King, or even a certain existence in the legend, can deceive the whole world, which is almost a myth. Jack was used to replace Rima. Since then, no one has heard of Rima's existence. People only know that Jack, the one who inherited Rima's everything relationships and upbringing, another person.

Manstein had actually guessed that maybe what happened to him was related to his cheap dad. Although the vice-principal was unreliable, he was a real alchemist master, so if Manstein went to the vice-principal if……

Thinking back on it, Manstein still had no interest in finding the vice-principal in the end. It wasn't that he didn't trust this cheap old man, let's just regard it as consensual. In fact, in the final analysis, Manstein still believed that the vice-principal loved him. How should I describe this feeling? After all, he is a child who grew up in an orphanage and does not know who his parents are. No matter how many flaws or bad character the vice-principal has, he is still Manstein. Because of my father.

So, no matter what he did to me, it was definitely for my own good.

Manstein thought so.

He glanced at the vice principal and then focused on Lu Mingfei.

What would you do, S-class?

Schneider was probably one of the few people in the room whose attention wasn't on the big screen.

It seems that for this executive director, there is nothing more important at the moment than the decision of the school board.

And that's exactly what happened.

Although Schneider also cares about martial arts and believes that this is an extremely important technology for hybrids that can significantly improve their combat power, at this moment, his attention is completely attracted by another thing.

The state of the students in Kassel.

Schneider could clearly see the excitement among the students at this moment. There were balls of blazing fire burning in their eyes. These students, who had always gone their own way and were so arrogant, were slowly united. They were angry about the same thing. , and prepared to fight for the same thing, with Lu Mingfei as the center, something called cohesion began to appear among this group of proud mixed-races.

Maybe after today, they can truly become a whole.

Schneider is looking forward to this scene.

The big screen showed the voting results: three in favor, two against and zero abstentions.

After a brief moment of disbelief, the old monk immediately fell into ecstasy. He clenched his fists hard and looked at Lu Mingfei happily. S-level, right? This is the price of your provocation. I heard that you care about your martial arts. This valuable knowledge is ours from today!

Lu Mingfei probably noticed that someone was looking at him. He looked away from the big screen and turned to look at the old monk. Lu Mingfei smiled, the clean smile of a young man.

The old monk's good mood came to an abrupt end. He couldn't understand that the S-class had obviously lost, and his martial arts was about to belong to the school board. What a huge loss this was, and half a year of hard work had been wasted. Why did this guy not only not You are so angry that you can still laugh?

Could it be said that at this point, does the S-class have any backup plans?

Frost remained calm. He took in what was going on in the audience and did not announce the result. Instead, he whispered a little to Passi. Passi nodded to express his understanding. Gattuso's secretary quietly stepped back, almost stepping on his back. Looking into the blind spot of other people's eyes, by the time he reacted, Patsy was already standing behind Lu Mingfei.

"Hello."

Patsy said to Lu Mingfei.

"Mr. Patriarch hopes that you can consider it again. His invitation last night is still valid. If you agree, Patriarch can freeze the proposal immediately, and will have the right to support your actions in the future."

After Lu Mingfei listened, he sat quietly for a long time.

"last night?"

He blinked thoughtfully.

"What did your head of the family say?"

Passy abided by the etiquette and magnanimity that a noble secretary should have. He was not angry, but simply explained Frost's invitation again. In short, Gattuso was happy to establish a new era in Lu Mingfei and only needed In the process, do your best.

"Oh, I remembered it."

"Please help me tell your master."

Lu Mingfei said politely.

"Stop dreaming, I'm not interested."

Patsy's expression remained the same as before. He said goodbye and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lu Mingfei.

"By the way, I remember your name is Patsy, right."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Good job just now."

"Very handsome."

Percy seemed stunned for a moment.

He quickly realized that the S-level was talking about the incident where he rescued the girl school director from a situation not long ago.

"You flatter me."

Patsy bowed slightly.

"It's all my responsibility, it's not worth mentioning."

After watching Patsy go away, Lu Mingfei glanced at Caesar again, tsk, that's interesting.

"Did S-class say so?"

"I see."

Frost nodded.

"Then announce it."

"yes."

Patsy walked over to the big screen.

The originally restless venue gradually cooled down.

The eyes of the mixed races were all focused on Gattuso's secretary.

Frost is still keeping an eye on Angers.

Even now, as they near victory, one thing still bothers Frost.

That's Angers.

Maybe many people don't understand Lu Mingfei and think that the S-class's lack of movement has some back-up, but Frost doesn't think so. He is Gattuso's acting head of the family, and he sees too many people. Rost could tell that Lu Mingfei's confidence came from himself. This S-class man who established the great cause of dragon slaying was fully confident in his own strength. Even though he was just sitting there quietly, in fact, The S-Class is ready for action.

The emotions of the students in Cassel must have been intentional by this S-class. Only extreme suppression can usher in a spectacular explosion. The S-class did not express it. He was letting the students' emotions grow wildly.

A very clever means of control.

Frost commented in his mind.

Sometimes he gets really confused, especially the more S-class information he reads, the more confused Frost becomes.

S-class is obviously just a young man, but the methods he has shown in many places are so sophisticated. Everyone knows what young mixed-races represent. They are lawless and pretentious, and the most difficult thing is that they do have pretentiousness. Confidence, in a strict sense, these students are truly the proud ones of heaven. I wonder how difficult it is to manage these proud students.

But S-level just sat down, doing it lightly and without any fireworks. He used the school board to push the boat forward and set up the same enemy for the students. Because they have the same enemy, they naturally have cohesion.

So beautiful that Frost wanted to applaud him.

Therefore, after the results are announced, Frost will not be surprised no matter what the S-class does.

He was ready to face the storm.

EVA's war personality was also awakened for this reason.

But... what about Angers?

Although he was reluctant to do so, Frost had to admit that he could not understand Angers.

This is a powerful opponent.

Its power is not only reflected in the time-playing spirit and S-class bloodline, but more importantly, the wisdom and experience accumulated by Ange's 130 years of life.

His heart is an impenetrable lonely city. Unless Angers is willing, no one can know what this legendary dragon slayer is thinking.

It's the same this time.

Frost could see that Angers was sure of victory and that he was very confident, but what he couldn't understand was where the old guy's confidence came from.

Passi stood in front of the big screen. He was about to read out the voting results of the school board of directors and the content of the proposal regarding Kyushu Martial Arts that was about to be passed.

The students in Kassel straightened their backs unconsciously. They tensed their muscles, exerted their strength, and were ready to take action at any time.

The image of a girl in a red dress appeared next to Patsy. EVA looked at the audience indifferently. The smell of gunpowder was so strong that it was unbearable, and the solid air made people almost suffocated.

Even Guderian, who had always been so off-line as to be an idiot, realized something was wrong. He looked around nervously, his throat twitched, and he swallowed frequently.

"No matter what happens next, follow me."

Manstein kept his voice very low.

Guderian's eyes widened in surprise. Seeing what his old friend seemed to want to say, Manstein scolded him in a low voice.

"Idiot, shut your mouth!"

Guderian immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

Manstein exhaled and tugged on his collar. Of course he also felt tremendous pressure. He could even guess what would happen next. Damn it, is the secret party going to break up from now on?

He hopes that Angers can do something. You are the principal of Kassel, but it is a pity that Angers is still the same, careless. At this time, he is still tapping Mozart on the long table with his index finger. Damn that old man, stuck. Even though Serge is finished, you still miss your Mozart, why don’t you die!

Manstein stamped his feet irritably. He was diverting his attention in this way. Speaking of which, the more times like this, the more he admired the S-class. Even though he was in the center of the vortex, the S-class could still be so calm. It was really amazing. I can’t figure out how his heart grew.

Manstein did not pay too much attention to Lu Mingfei. He glanced at the venue covertly. He was planning an escape route later. As a direct blood descendant of the vice-principal, Manstein knew many secrets about Cassel that ordinary people only knew. The Bell Tower is the vice-principal's alchemy workshop, which is as scary as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. As long as you enter the bell tower, it is equivalent to stepping into the vice-principal's domain.

But why don't they think about it? The vice-principal has stayed in Kassel for more than half a century, long enough for two generations to grow up. For a true master of alchemy, half a century is too long, long enough. Accomplish anything they want accomplished.

For example, transforming a university into a war fortress.

Of course it's not the kind of battlestar in the Gundam anime. The vice-principal can't ask Cassel to transform. It's not a question of who will form the head. It's simply impossible.

The vice-principal is an alchemist, and of course he used the methods of an alchemist. He spent half a century carving the matrix in important areas of Kassel, and gave part of it to Norma, no, to be more precise, EVA, which is also the responsibility of the school board. One of the trump cards, but with the excellent character of the vice-principal, how could he not do some things such as pretending to be public for personal gain? The vice-principal has left many backdoors in this huge matrix system, and this auditorium naturally has them. Manstein knows three of them. .

He just reminded his old friend. As for Schneider, Manstein gave up after one look. After working together for many years, he knew his colleague well. However, Schneider has a strong sense of responsibility, and coupled with the shadow of the failure of the previous mission, the current execution The minister regards responsibility as more important than his own life. In fact, if possible, Manstein has no doubt that Schneider will die in the mission. Death is a kind of relief for the minister.

It was enough to just take Guderian with him. Manstein was confident that he would make his old friend obedient, but if he tried to take Schneider with him, he did not think that the head of the executive department would abandon his commissioner and run for his life.

Please, the three of them are not monsters like Angers. How old are they? Research and command are their jobs. As for charging into battle, leave professional things to professionals. There are so many great guys here. What's going on? It's not their turn to do it themselves.

Manstein heard the secretary named Patsy announcing the voting results. Unsurprisingly, the proposal was passed. He almost subconsciously looked at the S-class. Thank God there was no overreaction. Manstein breathed a sigh of relief, but in his heart The haze still lingered, and the calmer Lu Mingfei became, the more uneasy he became. Before the boots hit the ground, people never know what will happen in the end.

Percy began to read out the school board's martial arts proposal. EVA's database was opening. After he finished reading, the Yuanwu Academy will be locked and closed to the outside world. The new Yuanwu Academy will not be reopened until the school board completes the rules structure. .

time is limited.

The students in Kassel looked solemn. They were like soldiers about to go to the battlefield, waiting for the commander's order to fight to defend their glory.

As for who their commander is, don’t even think about it, Lu Mingfei.

Finally, when Patsy was halfway through reading, Lu Mingfei moved.

The students who were always paying attention to him had their eyes fixed, and their breathing was subconsciously quickening.

Are you about to start?

but not.

They regretfully discovered that Lu Mingfei did not give the order to attack.

He just looked at the big screen.

He looked at the stone chair that represented the only empty seat on the school board.

Or, to be more precise.

is the square outline of the chair.

Lu Mingfei smiled.

He remembered.

That square shape, yes, no wonder I always feel like I’ve seen it before somewhere.

Is it you?

Lu Mingfei connected the clues from the recent trip to Las Vegas.

It turns out we had met at that time.

He relaxed comfortably.

Thinking again of the secret of the vice-principal, the mysterious descendant.

Lu Mingfei suddenly had a feeling.

He seemed to know why that lineage had maintained the continuity of the secret party to this day.

They are waiting for someone.

Lu Mingfei thought confidently.

They are waiting for me.

Naturally, Frost also discovered something strange about Lu Mingfei.

What S-level people are looking at are... empty seats?

Countless thoughts flashed through Frost's mind.

At a certain moment, it was like fireworks exploding in my mind.

He thought about it.

This was the first time Frost had lost his composure.

He looked at Angers almost in shock.

Could it be that……

The smile on Ange's lips remained as usual.

He was still as calm and calm as before.

Angers nodded to Frost as if to say.

"Yes, my friend, don't doubt it, it's just what you guessed."

Frost pressed his lips into a tight line.

The line is so steep and sharp.

His face was as cold as a rock.

Frost leaned back heavily.

He closed his eyes.

it's over.

The old monk glanced at Gattuso's acting head of the family strangely.

what happened to him?

We are clearly about to win, why are we so depressed?

Moreover, this was the first time for the old monk to see Frost become so decadent.

What exactly is...

Somehow, the old monk suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

He found the S-class looking at the big screen, smiling expectantly.

He turned his head nervously.

He found Angers looking at the big screen with an expectant smile.

The old monk's heart was beating fast.

He could even hear the sound of his heart pumping blood.

It rang in my ears.

The old monk's mouth was dry. He pursed his lips vigorously and slowly raised his head to look at the big screen.

Sure enough, an accident happened.

The stone chairs, representing empty seats, lit up.

This means that the last member of the School Board is on the line.

The incomplete coat of arms was gradually completed.

It was light like stars, forming a square coat of arms.

The eyes of all the hybrids were attracted by this scene.

Since the hearing three days ago, the mixed-race people have been curious. The only empty chair on the school board is too eye-catching. They secretly discuss who the owner of this chair is, like Cassel or Gattuso. An ancient mixed-race family? Or is it something more mysterious?

And today, now, at this moment, the mysterious identity of the last school director is about to be revealed.

Lu Mingfei smiled.

At some point, he had a bronze token in his hand.

A square... bronze token.

The coat of arms of the mysterious school director was gradually completed on the big screen. The square outline was filled with simple green colors, and then the ink was splashed with a brush, and the four characters were written: "This is."

"Walking West"

Lu Mingfei clasped the bronze token that belonged to him. There were four characters on it, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air. It was exactly what he said: Wander the World.

It seems that the Luo girl I saw in Nibelungen claimed to be walking in the East.

Hidden door, hidden door, hidden door.

Lu Mingfei found it more and more interesting.

He murmured with a smile.

"I see."

In the report in Las Vegas, Ye Sheng and Ya Ji once mentioned a mysterious person who also used Kyushu Martial Arts.

Later, he could not be found.

Lu Mingfei once met a vampire-like man at an auction.

After talking about the data, the man made a square sign for him and left in a hurry.

Then the little devil appeared. At that time, Lu Mingfei was still curious about the origin of the vampire-like man, because he judged from various signs that the reason why the little devil went all the way to put the seven deadly sins at the auction instead of handing them over directly. It was given to him just to attract certain people.

Obviously, this is the person the little devil is trying to lure out.

The screen jumps to the big screen.

A little fire lit up in the darkness, illuminating the ancient token.

What the little devil is looking for is you.

Walking west.

Or.

Hidden door.

"Ahem."

A lazy baritone with a mesmerizing magnetism.

"Hello you all."

Xi Xingxing said to a room full of little dragon people.

"I should, I'm not too late."

Although the incident occurred, the venue was completely silent.

The hybrids haven't figured out what's going on yet, and they need time to digest it.

But Westwalker is obviously not someone who likes to go in circles.

"Let's just say it. What kind of proposal is this? I don't agree with it."

When walking in the West, it is taken for granted and seems to be stating the facts.

Just through the sound, the hybrids can already imagine an arrogant person. He looks down at everyone, and has never ignited the golden eyes. Or, he does not need the golden eyes at all. The spirit and spirit of a warrior are his backbone. He is not born. king, he will pull all kings down from their thrones, and he will be his own king.

What is this...

Finally, the mysterious school director appeared, but the mixed-race people still didn't know his identity, and the coat of arms was too strange. It actually had four Chinese characters. Wait, Chinese characters?

The hybrids were not stupid, and they quickly realized a problem.

In other words, there are people from the Far East on the Camarilla school board.

Walking west? They have never heard of what kind of organization this is.

Only a few professors looked thoughtful.

Walking in the West, could it be...

They remembered the records in ancient books.

The land in the Far East is still a restricted area in the mixed-race world, and a big reason is... their existence.

I thought they were just stuck in the Far East like old antiques, with no interest in the outside world.

But who would have thought that the oldest descendant of the Camarilla would actually be one of theirs.

The hybrids, who vaguely guessed something, couldn't help but start thinking.

Why do they from the Far East appear here at this time?

…………

The first person to break the silence in the venue was the old monk.

He was very excited.

"disagree!"

"Why do we have to listen to you if you don't agree!"

"Sorry, the voting is over and you're late!"

"I'm late?"

Walking in the West is like hearing something utterly ridiculous.

He laughed angrily.

"I'm late?"

"Aha."

"You said I was late!"

He laughed twice.

"Get it clear. It's obvious that you want to take my things without my consent."

"You actually have the nerve to say I'm late!"

Xing Xingxing's tone suddenly turned cold.

"So, can I understand it as."

"This is your declaration of war on my hidden door."

The old monk wanted to say something else, but before he could speak, he suddenly came to his senses and his wrinkled old face suddenly stiffened.

What did he hear?

Hidden door!

You can hear the needle drop at the venue.

The mixed-races only felt a pair of cold pupils scanning them condescendingly.

No matter how dull you are, you will notice that when Xingxing Xing revealed the hidden door, the expressions of some members of the school board of directors and professors changed.

They seemed to be recalling some past events that they never wanted to remember.

The mysterious and powerful Far East, the Hidden Gate.

Frost slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he is still needed to take charge of the overall situation.

"Please understand that our friendship with the Hidden Sect has existed since ancient times, and we have never had the idea of ​​declaring war."