「HYNEYEAR！」

The Kassel Academy ushered in a new year with fireworks and cheers, and the young half-breed elite enjoyed 2008 ahead of their final exams.

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

Because of the promotion of Chinese education, students are also interested in the traditional culture of the Chinese Spring Festival, so they decided to spend the New Year with the Spring Festival, after all, the Spring Festival is just in time for the winter vacation.

The various clubs in the college put up couplets and peach charms at their headquarters, and even set off firecrackers.

The Holy Blood Pavilion was no exception, and Fingal and Old Tang pulled out Chu Zihang, who was doing penance, to write couplets - it was really difficult for a German and a Chinese who were accustomed to writing English with a brush.

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

Although he didn't take a single class in terms of actual combat, he didn't fall behind in any of the courses for aliens, even if the dragon aliens were not a threat compared to the various bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods he had seen in his lifetime.

However, "remain humble and refuse to be arrogant" is Lu Mingfei's attitude, and the lion must also do his best.

The Weepers also often send their fighters to the "Death Watch" warband for "training", and for a special operations group that specializes in anti-aliens, they are in desperate need of warriors like the Weepers, who have been wandering the galaxy for many years and fighting various aliens such as Greenskin Tyrann.

Because of the close connection between Deathwatch and the Inquisition, even when the Weepers are on an atoning expedition, they will not be able to accept it.

And the warband leader also hopes to send more warriors over, he is worried that one day the warband will be swallowed by the darkness and enemies of the galaxy, and it is good to be able to leave a few bloodlines for the weeper warband.

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

I don't know if the brothers of the warband are still okay in that dark galaxy; After the end of the Atonement Crusade, can you get time to recuperate?

……

The bright fireworks were going off at night, and Lu Mingfei walked out of the closed library with a pile of books.

These are all alchemy books prepared for the alchemy sergeant Lao Tang, and recently he combined Lu Mingfei's needs to give priority to the development of "conceptual armament" in the seven kingdoms of alchemy, in preparation for the future plan of mass production of alchemy armor.

The Weeping Angel Warband has also ushered in its first batch of new members, all of whom are from the "elites" of the Kendo Department who have carefully studied swordsmanship, and are currently being trained by Chu Zihang to test their fighting qualities in order to prepare for the first trial of the "Dream Tapir".

Everything is going in a good direction.

"Need you a ride?" I'm going back to Ample Pavilion too."

A Bugatti Veyron drove slowly, and the handsome blonde sent an invitation to Lu Mingfei with a smile.

"No, it's not very far, I'll walk back directly."

Lu Mingfei politely declined Caesar's kindness.

"I guessed you would say that."

Caesar simply put out the fire, rolled over and got out of the car to follow Lu Mingfei, and the Bugatti Veyron left it on the side of the road without even pulling out the car keys. ….

"I only heard about what happened at the school board a few hours ago, and you're not so embarrassed, S-class."

Caesar said, with a teasing smile on his lips, "I want to see my uncle eat deflated without telling me such an interesting thing."

"Uncle?"

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

"In terms of blood relationship. But I never thought he or the Gattuso family was so good."

Caesar raised his eyebrows, disapproving, "So even if you cut off his hand in front of me, I'll just applaud and applaud, and by the way, please cut off all five limbs of my bastard daddy."

"You hate them?"

"Of course." The fireworks in the night sky illuminated Caesar's face.

From the moment they had a thank-you meeting after my mother's funeral."

"It seemed to them that it was an honour for a lowly family like my mother to give birth to a child of precious blood for the Gattuso family, and they pretended to give my mother a lavish funeral, which was presided over by the Pope of Rome himself. But then they had a thank-you party, and everybody was talking and laughing with their glasses in their hands, and it seemed like it was something to celebrate."

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

「……」

Lu Mingfei is not good at commenting on this, the concept of "mother" is already very vague in his heart, including the memory of his mother Jovini in this world.

This is still the weeping of emotions and rationality that have been mostly reserved, and some Astartes, after undergoing surgery and spiritual baptism, are so cold that even if their biological mother is trampled to death in front of them, they will laugh and sigh that mortal feelings are really boring.

"I'm sorry for telling you a bad story."

Caesar sorted out his emotions, "But no matter what, you have made me welcome the new year in a very happy mood, and I owe you a favor. Do you have anything you want? As long as it's not tanks, warships, or anything like that, you can get the rest."

"Not yet."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Well, if you need any help, you can 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 us how Chu Zihang trains on weekdays? Maybe I've been busy with the student union during this time, and I've been a little pressed on the cold weapon combat course during this time. To be honest, I feel that if I can't even beat Chu Zihang, let alone challenge you."

"Faith, Exercise, Fight."

Lu Mingfei replied succinctly.

"I am half Catholic in faith, because Gattuso's family believes in this; Exercise...... Well, I've been a little negligent in exercising during this time."

Caesar said a little unwillingly, "But my recent mock combat classes are all full of attendance, and my grades are not bad...... But I just feel that there is a big gap between me and Chu Zihang."

Most of the actual combat courses at Kassel Academy are modern military simulation training, and the instructors are retired Navy SEALs, Delta Special Forces and other members, and the students are divided into two parts to simulate confrontations. ….

And Caesar is the leader of this course, he is an excellent commander, under his leadership, his team can always complete the task with the least damage and the fastest speed, hitting the highest score in the simulation 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 has become bigger and bigger.

"Mock Lessons?"

Lu Mingfei remembered the actual combat simulation course offered by the academy, he took a look at it and went back.

"That strength is relatively low, if you want to sharpen yourself, then you have to face a real life-and-death battle."

He said.

「…… It doesn't seem to be a course in Kassel."

"You may consider joining us as the Weeping Angels, we have special training to sharpen true warriors."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Then I may have to wait for someone in the student council to come out and overthrow my position......

Caesar was helpless.

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

On the way, I also met a lot of students who set off fireworks, and they were very interested in the scene where the student council president did not participate in the student union New Year's Eve ball, but walked with the S-class at night.

"We can communicate more when we have time, and I am now working on a plan called 'Freedom Day' to see if we can approve the application of the principal."

Caesar said with a smile.

"Okay."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and the two of them were at it

Don't overdo it.

"The head of the regiment is back!"

"Captain Lu!"

Fingal and Old Tang, who had just finished pasting the couplet at the entrance of the hall, waved to Lu Mingfei with great interest.

"Brother, this is for you."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the couplet at the door, and after confirming that there was nothing strange written and the font was neat, he stuffed the pile of alchemy books he was holding to Old Tang.

"The Emperor is above, this is too much!"

Old Tang's face drooped suddenly, he had only rested for two days, and he was about to endure the pain of alchemy so soon.

But this pain is more similar to the pain of the teacher when he corrects his homework, the knowledge in these alchemy books is completely different from the ones in his head, and he has to write the correct technique while reading it-

As for where did all the alchemy knowledge in his head come from...... Old Tang didn't think about it, instead of pursuing this, it would be better to hurry up and go to play StarCraft Call of Duty happily with Fingal, or go to the student union to enjoy the beautiful style of the white silk girls of the Ballerina.

"Apply the knowledge of conceptual armament as soon as possible, and then prepare for the practice of alchemy equipment. There's a set of equipment on the Armament Department, and you may need to optimize it later."

Lu Mingfei patted Old Tang on the shoulder to show encouragement.

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

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

"There's no hurry, you can take your time. By the way, after a while of the academy vacation, do you have a place you want to go?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Old Tang thought about it for a while, and then lowered his head like a deflated ball:

"No, I'm an orphan, I don't have a father or a mother, and the dog on the side of the road has to bark when they see me, and there's nothing to go. At least it's more comfortable to stay here...... By the way, the cafeteria should be in charge of the food, right?"

"Oh, my poor brother, if you don't mind, come back to Germany with me, and I'll show you the beauty of my homeland."

Fingal gave him a look of pity in a strange translation.

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

"But I don't have internet in the countryside, so if you want to play interstellar, you'll have to ride to a town forty miles away."

"Forget it."

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