Chapter 154 New Year

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Kassel College ushered in the new year with fireworks and cheers, and the young mixed-race elites enjoyed the arrival of 2008 before the final exams.

The high-hanging red lanterns illuminate the snow on the ground, making the Hallwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which looks like an ancient castle in the mountains, look even more unique to China.

Because of the promotion of Chinese education, students are also very interested in the traditional culture of the Chinese Spring Festival, so they decided to celebrate the New Year and the Spring Festival together. After all, the Spring Festival coincides with the winter vacation.

Each club in the college posted couplets and peach charms at their headquarters, and even set off firecrackers.

The Holy Blood Hall was no exception. Fingel and Old Tang pulled Chu Zihang out to write couplets while he was practicing hard. It was really difficult for a German and a Chinese who was accustomed to writing in English to write with a brush.

After returning from Portofino, everything seemed to be calm again, and Lu Mingfei continued his practice and study at Kassel College.

Although he didn't miss a single lesson in practical classes, he didn't miss a single lesson on aliens, even though the dragon aliens weren't much of a threat compared to the monsters, ghosts, and snakes he had seen in his lifetime.

But "remain humble and refuse to be arrogant" is Lu Mingfei's attitude, and he must try his best to fight the lion against the rabbit.

The Weepers also often send soldiers in the regiment to the "Death Watch" battle group for "further training." For a special combat group specializing in anti-alien, they urgently need someone like the Weeper who has been wandering at the edge of the galaxy all year round, and can communicate with others. A warrior who fights various aliens such as green-skinned Tyranids.

Because of the Deathwatch's close ties to the Inquisition, they are able to recruit the Lamenters even during their Atonement Crusade.

The chapter leader also hopes to send more warriors there. He is worried that one day the chapter will be swallowed up by the darkness and enemies of the galaxy. It is also a good thing to save a few bloodlines for the Weeper Chapter.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel a shadow in his heart.

I don’t know if the brothers of the Chapter are still well in that dark galaxy; whether they can get time to recuperate after the end of the Atonement Crusade.

…

The bright fireworks were going off under the night sky, and Lu Mingfei walked out of the closed library with a pile of books in his arms.

These are all alchemy books prepared for Alchemy Sergeant Old Tang. Recently, he has given priority to the development of "conceptual weapons" in the Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy based on Lu Mingfei's needs, in preparation for the future mass production of alchemy armor.

The Weeping Angels Chapter has also welcomed its first batch of new members, all of whom are "elites" from the Kendo Department who have carefully studied swordsmanship. They are currently being trained by Chu Zihang to test their combat qualities in preparation for Yuan Zhennu's first start. The trial of "Dream Tapir".

Everything is going in the right direction.

"Do you need a ride? I just want to go back to the Amber Museum."

A Bugatti Veyron slowly approached, and the handsome blond boy smiled and extended an invitation to Lu Mingfei.

"No need, this distance is not very far, I will walk back directly."

Lu Mingfei politely declined Caesar's kindness.

"I guess you would say that."

Caesar simply put out the fire, got out of the car and followed Lu Mingfei. The Bugatti Veyron was left on the roadside without even taking out the car keys.

"I just heard about what happened at the school board a few hours ago. You are so mean, S-class."

Caesar said with a teasing smile on his lips, "You didn't tell me such an interesting thing. I really want to see my uncle look defeated."

"uncle?"

Lu Mingfei was startled for a moment, then remembered who Caesar was talking about: "Frost Gattuso is your uncle."

"In terms of blood relationship, yes. But I never thought that he and Gattuso's family were so good."

Caesar raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "So even if you chop off his hand in front of me, I will only clap and applaud. By the way, please chop off all the limbs of my bastard father."

"You hate them?"

"Of course." The fireworks in the night sky illuminated Caesar's profile, "from the moment they held a thank you party after my mother's funeral."

"In their view, it was an honor for my mother with a lowly surname like my mother to give birth to an heir of precious blood for the Gattuso family. They hypocritically held a grand funeral for my mother, sponsored by the Roman Catholic Church. Zong personally hosted it. But then they held a thank you party, and everyone was talking and laughing with wine glasses in their hands, drinking champagne, and it seemed that this event was very worthy of celebration."

"Then I rushed in with a bucket of gasoline and lit a fire."

"..."

Lu Mingfei had a hard time commenting on this. The concept of "mother" was already very vague in his mind, and he only had a few words about his mother, Qiao Weini, in this world.

This is a wailer who retains most of his emotions and rationality. After undergoing surgery and spiritual baptism, some Astartes are so cold that even if their biological mothers are trampled to death in front of their eyes, they will laugh and lament that mortal emotions are really boring.

"I'm sorry you heard a bad story."

Caesar gathered his emotions and said, "But no matter what, you let me welcome the new year in a very happy mood. I owe you a favor. Is there anything you want? As long as it's not a tank or a warship, I can get everything else for you.”

"Not yet."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Okay, if you need any help, please contact me."

Caesar seemed to be in a good mood.

But then he seemed to remember something, and his expression became a little helpless:

"Can you tell me how Chu Zihang trains on weekdays? Maybe I am busy with the student union during this time, and I was a bit hard pressed in the cold weapon combat course. To be honest, I feel that if even Chu Zihang I can’t beat you, let alone challenge you.”

"Faith, exercise, fight."

Lu Mingfei answered succinctly.

"In terms of faith, I am half-Catholic, because the Gattuso family believes in this; exercise...well, I have indeed neglected exercise during this period."

Caesar said with some reluctance, "But my recent simulated combat classes have been fully attended, and my grades are pretty good...but I just feel that there is a big gap between me and Chu Zihang."

Most of the actual combat courses at Kassel College are modern military simulation training. The instructors are retired Navy SEALs, Delta Force and other members. The students are divided into two parts to conduct simulated confrontations.

Caesar is the leader in this course. He is an excellent commander. Under his leadership, his team can always complete tasks as quickly as possible with minimal damage, achieving the highest score in the simulated combat class.

But he just felt that there was a gap between him and Chu Zihang, especially after the other party came back from Japan, this gap had become wider and wider.

"Simulated combat class?"

Lu Mingfei remembered the practical simulation course offered by the college. He took a look and then returned.

"The intensity is relatively low. If you want to hone yourself, you have to face a real life-and-death battle."

He said.

“…Cassell does not appear to have instituted this course.”

"You can consider joining our Weeping Angels. We have special training just to hone real warriors."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Then I may have to wait for someone from the student union to overthrow my position..."

Caesar was helpless.

During the exchange of words, the two walked all the way to the Holy Blood Hall.

On the way, we met many students setting off fireworks. They were very interested in the scene where the Student Council President did not attend the Student Council New Year's Eve dance, but instead walked with the S-class at night. Some even secretly took photos and uploaded them to the Night Watch. The forum will inevitably arouse the chatter of girls again.

"We can communicate more when we have time. I am currently preparing a plan called 'Free Day' to see if I can pass the principal's application."

Caesar said with a smile.

"good."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and the two said goodbye.

"The leader is back!"

"Captain Lu!"

Fingel and Old Tang, who had just posted the couplets at the entrance of the hall, waved to Lu Mingfei enthusiastically.

"Brother, this is for you."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the couplet at the door, and after confirming that there was nothing strange written on it and that the handwriting was still neat, he gave Old Tang the pile of alchemy books he was holding.

"Your Majesty, this is too much!"

Old Tang's face drooped all of a sudden. He had finally rested for two days, and he was going to have to endure the pain of alchemy again so soon.

But this kind of pain is more similar to the pain a teacher feels when grading homework. The knowledge in these alchemy books is completely different from what he has in his mind. He has to write the correct formula while reading it——

As for where the alchemy knowledge in his mind came from... Old Tang didn't think about it carefully. Instead of pursuing this, it would be better to finish it quickly and then run to play StarCraft Call of Duty happily with Fingel, or go to the student union together. Admire the beautiful style of the girls in white silk stockings from the Ballet Girls troupe.

"First apply the knowledge of conceptual weapons as soon as possible, and then prepare to practice alchemy equipment. There is a set of equipment in the equipment department that may need you to optimize it in the future."

Lu Mingfei patted Old Tang on the shoulder to encourage him.

"But I haven't awakened my superpower yet! Oh no, it's the spirit of speech."

Old Tang was holding a pile of alchemy books, feeling a little downcast.

"There's no rush, you can take your time. By the way, the college will have a holiday in a while. Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Old Tang thought carefully for a while, and then his head dropped like a deflated ball:

"No, I am an orphan. I have no parents. The dogs on the roadside will bark when they see me. There is nothing to go to. At least it will be more comfortable to stay here... By the way, the canteen should be in charge of food, right?"

"Oh, my poor brother, if you don't mind, you can come back to Germany with me and I will show you the beautiful customs of my hometown."

Fingel spoke in a weird translation accent and gave him a hug with pity on his face.

"Really?" Old Tang's eyes lit up.

"But there is no internet in my countryside. If you want to play StarCraft, you have to ride a horse to a town forty miles away."

"Forget it."