Lu Mingfei ordered another roast duck.

In fact, if it weren't for Fingal's insistence on eating, which also tickled the worm in his stomach, and for his promise in the name of the 'Yellow Pages of Kassel' to tell him about the mysterious events that had recently taken place at the Academy, he would not have continued to overdraw his credit card with few scholarships left.

"Okay, okay, I've placed an order anyway, and I can't return it, right?"

Fingal looked excitedly in the direction of the academy cafeteria, his eyes glowing with hunger.

In his imagination, the fat and tender duck was already lying lazily on the plate, filling the entire stainless steel food hood with a thick aroma, and the crispy and oily skin was also hungry. Thirsty, waiting for a pair of knives and forks to fall from the sky.

"Don't say it, I'm hungry......"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head helplessly, and at the same time admired the spirit of foodies, which actually made Fingal, as a foreigner, surpass his rhetorical level as a native Chinese.

"Hey, I'm not only hungry, I'm thirsty."

Fingal laughed, and finally used his credit card to transfer four bottles of beer to the restaurant.

"Remember to add more ice cubes, my brother and I like to drink ice."

Fingal, who is rare and generous, has not forgotten to take advantage of the ice cubes. After all, ice cubes don't cost money, and ice cubes don't cost money, and ice cubes can be used in various ways if there are more ice cubes.

Lu Mingfei said that this kind of behavior is the same as going to KFC and asking for many packets of ketchup.

"Everything is ordered, you should start talking, right?"

Having endured the pain of paying the price of a roast duck, Lu Ming naturally will not forget what he wants to know.

"No, no, no, you don't understand, junior brother, this kind of thing needs an atmosphere to tell a story."

Fingal smiled and snapped his fingers crisply.

"I heard that Chinese people talk about things at the dinner table, and I think this behavior is very philosophical. In other words, wouldn't it be unpleasant to drink wine and eat meat while gossiping? ”

Lu Mingfei regretted recommending Fingal to read martial arts novels.

I heard that not only did Fingal watch it, but also hyped it up on the forum after reading it, attracting a large number of crooked Guoren students in the name of 'traditional Chinese culture and real history' - this name cannot be wrong.

But those professors who think about whether there is a connection between the half-breed and the martial arts master are too brainy!

"Tuk-tuk—"

Before the waiter could call the door, Fingal opened the door to his dormitory.

"Oooh! That's the aroma, yes! And my favorite stout! ”

Fingal used to compare German food with German cow dung, but he was still very supportive of the beer style.

What follows is naturally a dragon fight, swallowing rivers and mountains.

It may take until they've licked every bone before they start talking about the mysterious news that the recent fire in the academy has suddenly subsided.

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Mercer defected.

Someone in the forums of the Kassel Academy is spreading such news.

It has not been once or twice that there has been a similar trend of suspicion about Mercer's ancestry, and the hearing sent by the school board alone has planted 'doubts about Mercer's ancestry' in the hearts of every student.

If there is a real problem, defection is not impossible.

However, if the secret party can't even hide its own students, it is really worthy of its prestige and status among the half-breeds. The college's blockade of relevant information is no less than that of a certain country. The only people who know about the cleaning of electricity are the president and vice president, the head of the executive department and several experts.

Even a few of the people in the Department of Information who claim to have eyes and hands are only speculating through some clues. Fingal is an animal of animals, and with his keen sense of smell, he will certainly find the clues.

Of course, this speculation may also be because the anime club in the academy has just held a revisit event about "Naruto", so the otaku of the news department naturally thought of Konoha treachery or something......

This explanation was made up by the Department of Public Information after it had been warned.

The explanation given to most of the students was that Mercer was on a mission with a high level of secrecy.

and the Principal's account issued an announcement, not the Administrator of the College.

Anges has a status in the minds of many students on a par with the heroes of legends or epics, and generally speaking, anything that Ange admits or promises is true. Ange also never failed the students who believed in him.

Strictly speaking, this announcement is not a lie.

Before Mercer was hunted down, he was indeed working with Chu Zihang on that highly classified mission. As for when Mercer will return after that, it will depend on when he will fall in pursuit.

Only Zero knows the truth.

She was now sitting in the single dormitory that belonged to Mercer, and after reading the letter containing the dormitory key for the fifth time, she carefully folded it back into the square following the traces of dismantling and put it in a small pocket that fit snugly.

Before leaving, Mercer gave her this and told her to open it in three days.

She also did it well, so she didn't show up here until now.

What should be done next?

Zero carefully sat on the large white bed, for fear of ruining any arrangement in this room. So she could only reach out and smooth out the naturally formed folds on the pillowcase, thinking about the person who had rested here a few days ago.

According to Mercer's letter, after a while, the academy would send her a mission to Japan.

Japan?

She frowned and thought about whether to call Mai for help.

She is not familiar with the strange small country of atypical oriental culture, but Mai, who has worked with her many times, is a pure Japanese ninja, and it must be okay to help her as a host.

The only problem is that Mercer has not made his position clear.

Is it on the side of the dragons, or has he still not given up on the secret party, or has other plans?

So she can't guarantee that the actions she took in advance are consistent with his position.

So you can only wait......

The feeling of powerlessness that had been almost suffocated by the flames and smoke in that passage years ago came back to his heart, and Zero slowly relaxed his slender waist and lay back on the soft bed little by little.

She always wanted to do something for him.

She's not that useless villain anymore, she has dragon blood, she has a spirit and mirror eyes, and she has a body and face that is beautiful enough to put 99% of women to shame.

But now she can't do anything, and it's clear that it's no different from before.

In the same vein as the one who had spent countless sleepless nights alone, she stared at the ceiling motionless with her beautiful blue eyes.

The hem of the translucent black gauze skirt pulls out a long graceful arc on the large white bed, and only the small fluctuation of the chest can prove that it is a real person lying on the bed, not a beautiful doll that only exists in fantasy.

The night was long.

The invisible Sandman will drag anyone into a peaceful dream in silence, even if she's a half-blood with bloodlines comparable to that of a pure-blooded dragon.

The pale blonde eyelashes fluttered slightly, and finally closed together in the silent ticking of time.

Her fair, slender arms moved, as if she was still holding Zorro, the bear cub who had been abandoned at the beginning of her escape.

She's going to have a good dream.

Because she is Renata, Renata who longs for freedom, Renata who is lonely, Renata who longs for love, Renata who is protected.

Not zeros that belong to zero.

(This chapter foreshadows, the later plots need to be thought through, so it can't be too fast.) ）