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The small speedboat moored at the pier not far away blew its horn to urge the tourists to hurry up. An old man wearing a raincoat and a life jacket poked his head out from behind the front windshield. Lu Mingfei could only put his hands together and apologize to the old man.
The Port of Hakodate is the busiest water trade center in the entire Hokkaido. The Atlantic Helios is too large to squeeze into the port which is already full of cargo ships. It can only drop anchor and temporarily moor in the rough sea in the distance.
In order to board the cruise ship, Lu Mingfei had to hire a local speedboat to take Eri and the others there.
The ship was actually retired from Caribbean International Cruise Lines in 2005. According to Henkel, after its retirement, the Atlantic Sun God was pulled back to the Newport News Shipyard for renovation and upgrading. The deck armor was thickened and the passenger cabins were reduced by more than half. Weapon defense systems that cruise ships should not have been equipped with were added, such as the rapid-fire close-in defense guns hidden under the deck and the locked torpedo launch ports.
Generally speaking, this is a large civilian warship. If he wants, Henkel can drive it around Somalia and drive away all the pirates who are accustomed to hijacking merchant ships.
Xia Mi finally reached out and hugged Lu Mingfei, rubbing her cheek against the man's cheek.
The girl's body fragrance was cold and faint, and Lu Mingfei's heart moved, but for some reason he felt as if they were going to be separated for a long time...
"Come on, senior brother! We are waiting for the news of your triumphant return in America!" The little junior sister grinned, revealing two small fangs. The high ponytail behind her head swayed slightly. She winked at Lu Mingfei, put her hands behind her back and ran away.
Lu Mingfei watched her bouncing back as she ran towards the boat, her ponytail rising and falling. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this scene somewhere before, but it was too long ago, so long that time had lost its meaning and his memory was blurred.
The last time I saw that high ponytail rising and falling in front of my eyes was probably many years ago, right?
“Hey, hey, stop looking.” Nuo Nuo clasped her arms and walked away from the chain and stood in front of Lu Mingfei. She had a piece of maltose in her mouth and tilted her head. The four-leaf clover earrings on her ears sparkled in the dim light.
"Senior sister, do you have anything to tell me?" Lu Mingfei felt a little embarrassed to go see Nuo Nuo. Last night, which was the eve of their separation, his senior sister was really too crazy.
I didn't expect that the legendary dragon slayer would have to surrender one day. He was defeated more than five times in one night. It would be a laughing stock if people could tell others about it.
What was even more terrifying was that the senior sister insisted on not using any safety measures in that duel. Lu Mingfei, in line with the characteristic of men who lose all their rationality in certain situations, agreed to a request that made him shudder when he thought about it now.
Even though Nuo Nuo said she took medicine in the morning, President Lu was still very nervous.
Lu Mingfei didn't want to kill the White King or the Yamata-no-Orochi just after he killed them, and in the process killed the people standing behind Tachibana Masamune and the King General. When he returned to Kassel Academy, he immediately saw the headline pinned by Finkel on the Night Watch forum.
"The little red-haired witch frequently visits the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology of the Medical Department and is suspected to be pregnant."
Damn, damn, that's too much!
“Could it be that, Senior Sister, you have some talent that you haven’t shown yet? Something like the Pokemon that Xiami gave me?” Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands, with a sly expression on his face.
"What Pokémon?" Nuo Nuo slapped Lu Mingfei twice through the air, "We are about to say goodbye, don't you want to hug me?"
The girl had raised long and thin eyebrows, her face was pale, but her lips were as red as cinnabar.
Lu Mingfei looked around and touched Nuo Nuo's lips lightly.
"What are you doing? Am I some kind of girlfriend who is not presentable?" Nuo Nuo glared at Lu Mingfei.
"No, I think I saw Han Gao." Lu Mingfei winked at Nuo Nuo.
"So what if I see Han Gao." Nuonuo folded his arms and snorted angrily, his dark red eyes shining like two pools of clear water.
Lu Mingfei opened his mouth to explain, but the girl had already turned and left.
"Are you really not going to say goodbye to Eri?" Nono asked without turning her head.
"No need. I would be worried if I saw her because I haven't seen her since we said goodbye at Meizuji Town last time." Lu Mingfei said lightly.
His heart moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of those people who left without saying goodbye in a relationship.
Maybe they are not extremely disappointed, but because as long as they don't say goodbye, it will never end.
Eiry, who was waving at Lu Mingfei on the boat in the distance, had not yet realized that Lu Mingfei might have lied to her when he told her to go to the United States first and then wait for her at the dock by plane.
All her luggage was in a small suitcase, which Constantine held tightly in his arms.
The girl was holding a huge Rilakkuma bear in her hands. It was a gift that Lu Mingfei brought back for her in Sapporo. It was exactly the same as the Rilakkuma bear they bought on the way to Umezuji-cho a long time ago.
Ling was sitting next to Eri. Her eyelids were drooping, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the wind, and she was silently watching Lu Mingfei, who was taking out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, lighting one, and holding it in his mouth.
The girl probably noticed that Lu Mingfei was looking at her, so she mouthed "Come back alive."
Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, flicked off the ash, and gave her a thumbs up.
The small speedboat hummed through the waves and rushed towards the Atlantic Sun God cruise ship in the distance. The snow and hail in the huge splashes stirred up by the propeller suddenly became wild, and within a minute it became a snow curtain that covered the sky and the sun.
In the distance, Nuonuo was standing on tiptoe on the speedboat and waving to Lu Mingfei, which was becoming increasingly unclear.
She shouted, "Sakura, don't break your promise, you must wait for me at the port!" "We are going to Las Vegas together to win lots of money!"
The girl's voice gradually faded amid the sound of waves and snow echoing between heaven and earth. Lu Mingfei smoked deeply, and snow soon piled up on his shoulders and head.
A few minutes later, a black umbrella appeared above Lu Mingfei's head. Without looking back, he casually took out a cigarette box from his arms and put a cigarette in front of Han Gao.
"I have quit smoking for a long time. As a 130-year-old man, my lungs have already aged severely. Smoking will make me die faster." Han Gao whispered.
"The principal still smokes cigars and it's harmful to his lungs." Lu Mingfei said, but still took back the cigarette box.
"He's different. That guy is an avenger who swings his knife at the world. That fire is enough to support his body to squander like a young man," said Henkel.
They walked along the coastal dock into the distance, and looking out they could see the water deep in the snow curtain, a chilling azure blue that made their hearts flutter. Sometimes they could even see through the blizzard the large oil tankers weighing tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of tons anchored in the port, their sides so high they looked like walls reaching the sky.
"What's next?"
"You and your children have repaid the favors you owe me, Mr. Henkel. I am very grateful to you for this matter." Lu Mingfei said, frowning fiercely, "Leave the rest to me... But if you are interested, you can use the Holy Judgment to help me shoot through a person's heart."
"Who?"
"The principal should have told you about that traitor from the Lionheart Society..."
"Friedrich...?"
"Ah."
Chapter 385 Cambridge Jackknife
Peninsula Hotel Tokyo.
It was already very late at night when Lu Mingfei returned here. Outside the elevator door of the top-floor presidential suite, there was still a spirited girl with a slim waist and long legs, wearing a high-slit cheongsam with her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, waiting for the distinguished guest with a smile on her face.
When he stepped out of the VIP elevator, the girls put their hands on their knees, bowed deeply and said "Welcome back" in fluent and soft Chinese.
These girls were obviously carefully selected. They had slim waists, long legs and pretty faces. They were totally different from the traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko girls. When they looked at Lu Mingfei, they all had rosy faces and charming eyes.
But the man just passed by them in silence, with his black coat draped over his shoulders and a half-lit cigarette in his mouth.
His black hair was wet, and a thin layer of frost immediately formed on it as he walked outside in Tokyo late at night. His long, curved eyelashes were also covered with thick white frost.
The tall girl who was waiting by the open sandalwood door at the end of the corridor trotted over to greet him. She probably wanted to take the coat that was slightly soaked by the melted snow from Lu Mingfei's hands, but she slowly stopped when she took a few steps closer to the man.
The girls who can work on this floor have all received rigorous training. Even the Peninsula Hotel Tokyo needs a long time to train such employees. Therefore, the staff providing services to Lu Mingfei and his friends have hardly changed since they moved in here.
After spending such a long time together, the girls have also figured out the personality of their distinguished guest.
The elegant Mr. Gattuso is a nobleman with a brilliant family background like Prince Charlemagne. He always treats them politely and is not stingy with his tips.
Mr. Chu from China is a gentlemanly, monk-like figure. The girls here are carefully selected, and their looks are amazing even in the streets of Tokyo where there are so many beauties and stars. Other guests who spend a lot of money to stay in the presidential suite will always wantonly sweep their slender waists with aggressive eyes, and some middle-aged men will even have physical contact with them intentionally or unintentionally. But Mr. Chu never does this. On the contrary, the handsome young man who makes people's hearts ripple always ignores or even ignores them, as if the people lining the streets to welcome them are not some beautiful girl group, but a group of 70-year-old toothless mamas.
But then again, Mr. Chu was not interested in them, but he would always notice that some girls seemed to be unwell, and would always be considerate enough to let these girls go to the next room to rest for a while when the manager was not around.
Lu Mingfei, who is also from China, is like those strangers you meet by chance at a meeting who seem familiar. He greets you gently, asks about your situation kindly, and asks about your well-being, but you can just feel that distant sense of alienation, as if even if you stand together or even walk hand in hand down a long street, you still have to separate at the end of the street. There will be no goodbyes when you separate, and he won't even turn his head back.
But today, Lu Mingfei seemed more alienated than ever before. He stretched out his hand to refuse the girl's move to take his coat to iron it, and strode into the presidential suite. The sandalwood door slowly closed behind the tall and thin figure.
The girls were all a little at a loss, when a tall woman with a slender waist walked out from the shadow in the corner.
She was tall and cold, wearing a high-slit cheongsam of the same style but more finely crafted. Her long, smooth black hair was tied behind her head with a hairpin, her eyebrows were dotted with cinnabar, and her lips were as red as cinnabar.
She is clearly a middle-aged woman in her forties, but she is still so cool and charming that it makes people's eyes light up.
The girls all bowed slightly to her, but the woman just waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to go through so much formalities.
On her chest hung a tag that read "hotel manager" with her name on it.
Akiko Morikami.
——The room was silent, the only sounds that could be heard were the hum of the heating system and the sharp howl of the blizzard-filled wind whistling between the city buildings outside the window.
Someone was already waiting for him.
Ange slowly raised his pair of iron-gray eyes, which were unique to Aryans, from the shadows. This old man, who was so tall and straight that he didn't look like a 130-year-old, was wearing an ochre hunting suit with red-lined edges. The texture of the suit was as hard as cardboard.
On his chest was pinned the dazzling and flamboyant emblem of the first generation of the Lionheart Society, and his expensive custom-made leather shoes were splattered with mud. The folding knife forged with the fragments of Menek Cassel's Atkan long sword, which could even kill the Dragon King, was placed horizontally on the table, and the blade flashed with a faint cold light.
Lu Mingfei suddenly felt dazed. Past memories flipped through his mind like the cover pages of a diary blown by the wind. A page that had almost turned yellow and had curled edges stopped firmly on it.
It was a collection of many images. Each image was paused under the light-transmitting atrium, and in each frame, Angers sat in the hazy light column and teased the red squirrels that can be seen in Illinois from spring to winter.
There is always a framed black-and-white photo in the display cabinet in the president's office of Kassel College.
That is the only photo left by the first generation of the Lionheart Society in 1899.
In the photo frame, seven people were laughing and joking with their shoulders hooked in front of the gate of Munich University, with summer vines hanging down and falling on their heads. Gui was wearing a white sun hat, and Cigarette Ash was smoking a cigar. Menek was pulling Lu Shanyan's braids, the chief and Tiger were holding two hunting rifles, and Angers was standing side by side with a man in the corner. Lu Mingfei remembered that he was a handsome young man, wearing a straight white hunting suit and a pair of flying eyebrows like swords.
His name is Friedrich von Long. In the first generation of the Lionheart Society, Friedrich was Angers' true friend.
Angers' outfit today is exactly the same as when he was young in that photo. The only difference is that Angers now is silent and dignified, while Angers in the photo is a passionate young man.
Lu Mingfei sat down opposite the principal. The lust in his sleeves slipped out and he slapped it on the table. He picked up the bone china cup of steaming black tea and took a sip, letting out a low sigh of admiration.
"Isn't it great? I had them find this pot of tea in my office in Illinois and then send it to Japan through customs." Angers smiled.
"I saw Eri off from the port of Sapporo, and also saw Xia Mi and Constantine off." Lu Mingfei held the warm tea, but his whole body was slightly cool.
"I know." Angé stood up, turned his back to Lu Mingfei, and looked out at Tokyo in the snow from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Although the whole city was immersed in a magnificent snowstorm, it was still as brilliant as a candle-lit Buddhist temple, dimly emitting an unreal and beautiful glow. The brightly lit buildings standing in the snow curtain reminded people of huge stone tablets inlaid with gems. The city looked as grand as the kingdom of God imagined by ancient humans, but it seemed to be even more glorious.
The ancient gods couldn't have imagined to what extent people today would develop civilization, right?
"Ming Fei, although you have high authority in the system, don't forget that I am the ultimate responsible person for EVA." Angers brows were knitted together, making his face look quiet and slightly ferocious.
He sighed imperceptibly: "You should know what this means. Our chances of winning will be greatly reduced."
Lu Mingfei continued to drink the cup of black tea quietly: "Principal, you already know that we are not the same kind of people. I will not let them fall into danger."
Anyone who knows Ange's past knows what kind of fire is burning in this old guy's heart. In order to take revenge on the dragons and humans who were involved in that incident, he is even willing to sacrifice everything.
In everyone's eyes, Xia Mi is a soft and adorable little junior sister with A-grade bloodline, excellent grades and a promising future. But in the principal's eyes, she is Jörmungandr, the Dragon King Jörmungandr who stands on the side of humans.
The same goes for Eri. In Lu Mingfei's eyes, she is a little tail that cannot be separated from him. Although her bloodline has been stabilized with the help of the Golden Holy Serum, no one knows what will happen if Eri uses the Word Spirit.
However, even in the world of dragons, the holy word of judgment is exclusive to the god of death. It is an ability that is qualified to pose a fatal threat to the first generation and can play a crucial role even on the battlefield of gods.
Perhaps there is no difference between Eri in Ange's eyes and in the eyes of the Yagi Hachika family. Both are forbidden weapons and demons that can compete with God.
Constantine, whose power was even stronger than Norton, was still a monarch above all the princes, even though he had lost his authority. If such a character could stand shoulder to shoulder with Ange, it would undoubtedly give them a greater chance of winning the final victory. But Lu Mingfei did not forget his promise to Old Tang. The man with the heart of a dragon collapsed in his arms, his chest cut open by a sharp sword, and his heart and internal organs were all destroyed.
But until he died, he was still asking Lu Mingfei, "Do you still like that girl named Chen Wenwen? I don't think you two are a good match. There will be no good results for a bad guy and an artistic young woman."