After some intense and exciting discussions that led to the addition of a few more beds to the infirmary, a well-established result was reached.

Not counted.

Because the handicap is clearly written, it will officially become an S level after this 3E exam, and Lu Mingfei is still tentatively rated as an S level.

While a small number of people feel that this is a play on words, most people admit the result.

So some people became rich overnight, and some became slaves overnight.

And Lu Mingfei's account has an extra 100,000 US dollars.

"It's all right, brother."

He came to the infirmary to visit Chu Zihang.

"It's okay, Professor Masashi Toyama said we were just sleepwalking."

Chu Zihang said,

"Do you remember dreaming about anything?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't remember."

Chu Zihang thought for a while and said.

"That's good."

He breathed a sigh of relief, the mortal will could hardly withstand the emotions of a Space Marine.

"What should I dream about?"

Chu Zihang asked, he knew that Lu Mingfei should know the answer.

"A battle I've fought in, and some of the undead who are afraid of death."

Lu Mingfei hesitated and said.

Space necrons use real-world technology, and there should be no danger in mentioning this level.

"Did you win?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Didn't win, but didn't lose either."

Lu Mingfei replied.

Space necrons are not life, they can be resurrected an infinite number of times, so they didn't destroy them.

But that planet is still in human hands, so they didn't lose either.

Chu Zihang saw his sadness and patted him on the shoulder.

"I said, junior brother, can't you care about your other roommate?"

Fingal said with a grumbling voice.

His injuries were much heavier than Chu Zihang's, but they were only some skin injuries, and with the physique of a half-breed, it would be good to rest for a few days.

"I waited at the door of the library because I cared about you."

He looked aggrieved and had very spicy eyes.

"You just care about my test results."

Lu Mingfei ruthlessly pierced him.

"That's also a concern. But the junior brother is also really fierce, and the 3E exam got the collective entry into the infirmary, and you are the first one in a hundred years. ”

Fingal exclaimed.

"It's okay, just take the test again."

Chu Zihang was worried that he would blame himself, so he comforted him.

He had already learned from Fingal about the school's outcome.

Lu Mingfei does have a bit of a headache, although the little devil has not caused any substantial harm at present, but it is quite annoying to do something from time to time.

He hates the feeling of having his plans disrupted.

"We've got to rent the Norton Pavilion as soon as possible."

Lu Mingfei said solemnly,

"What's wrong?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I'm going to perform a purification ritual."

He said,

"Purify whom?"

Chu Zihang asked as he looked at Fingal.

If there is one person in this academy who needs to be purified, it must be him.

"What's the matter, in addition to my thoughts being a little dirty, my life a little dirty, and my actions a little more sneaky..."

Fingal began to feel weak as he spoke, and looked at Lu Mingfei carefully.

"Senior Brother Lu, you don't really plan to purify me, do you?"

"It's not time yet. I am going to purify myself. ”

Lu Mingfei shook his head and said.

"How do you purify it? Holy water baptism? Or burn it with fire? ”

Chu Zihang also knows a thing or two about religious rituals.

"No fire, that's the way to fight nuns. Prepare these things for me. ”

He pulled out his notebook and pen, wrote down the list, and tore it to Fingal.

"I'm so bad..."

Fingal opened his mouth to speak.

"The rest is yours."

Lu Mingfei put a stack of Franklin at the head of the bed.

"Wrap it up with me, you can please."

Fingal grabbed the dollar and ran, his athletic posture not at all like that of an injured man.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I need you to be a witness to the ritual, and if I am indeed possessed by demons, then use the sword I have made for you to cut off my head with my own hands and burn me to ashes."

Lu Mingfei said.

Chu Zihang was silent.

"You'll do it, right? Brothers. ”

He asked.

"I will."

Chu Zihang said with difficulty.

He didn't understand why fate always had to make him choose, choose to lose his father, choose to lose his friends.

However, he has become accustomed not to ask and to bear in silence.

"Rest assured, brother, I'm not that vulnerable. I'm going to go with you to save your father and smash the head of that false god. ”

Lu Mingfei punched him in the chest.

"Is this your promise?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Of course, the Emperor's warriors never lie."

Unless necessary.

At the orientation luncheon, students in dark green uniforms sit under the curved dome of the cafeteria.

The dining room resembles a chapel from the age of knighthood, with a huge tree chandelier in the center of the dome, a small crystal lamp on every leaf, and Latin inscriptions on the granite walls welcoming new students.

The students sat around the table, and at the end of the table sat the student in charge of the table, and Fingal sat at the end of the table.

And Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat on his left.

"I didn't think you were still a student leader."

Chu Zihang was impressed by him.

"Don't look down on people, I'm still the head of the news channel. However, the main reason they sat here was that they didn't want to have a separate table for the sixth graders, so they sent me to sit with the new students. ”

Fingal said with an unhappy expression.

When he saw the plate brought by the waiter, he was even more upset.

"It's elbows, sauerkraut, mashed potatoes again. Can't you just do something else? ”

"I can help you adjust it individually, do you need it?"

The waiter said good-naturedly.

"Of course, by the way, I like Kobe beef and bluefin tuna sashimi."

Fingal nodded frantically.

"Okay, then I'll adjust it for you to mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, and elbows. Do you think that's okay? ”

The waiter said solemnly.

"Of course you can,. Doesn't that change nothing? ”

Fingal's voice was filled with disillusioned rage.

"Eat, it's a house tradition, unless you become the headmaster."

The waiter put down the dish and walked away in style.

"Why is the college tradition German?"

Chu Zihang was taken to eat Western food and knew that this set was a traditional German dish.

"Because the Kassel family is the founder of the school, they are a famous dragon slayer family in Germany, and they can produce several dragon slayers from generation to generation. Even the headmaster was only a second-tier figure in the Kassel family. ”

Fingal cuts a square piece of elbow meat with a knife and fork, pretending it's a medium-rare Kobe steak.

"It turns out that the headmaster is from the Kassel family."

Chu Zihang felt that he had received an important piece of information.

"No, the people of the Kassel family are gone."

Fingal shook his head.

"Didn't you say that the headmaster was a second-tier figure in the Kassel family back then?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The Kassel family is not the only one with the surname Kassel. That kind of dragon slaying family, if you only bring your own family to play, you will be done a long time ago. Of course, they did end up having fun. ”

Fingal's Chinese is becoming more and more grounded.

"Those who fight against aliens should be respected."

Lu Mingfei reminded.

"Understood. By the way, Senior Brother Lu, I got everything else you wanted, but it's really hard to get one of them. ”

Fingal gave a rare look of embarrassment.