Although the destination was Innsmouth, it was impossible not to meet with the Windsor Board of Trustees.

If you can't find a place this time, you'll need her help in the future.

Not surprisingly, the meeting place was not London, but in Birmingham.

There seems to be a tacit understanding among these school directors not to stay in the capital.

However, Birmingham is also good, the second largest city in the United Kingdom and the most young population in Europe.

This is especially rare in an aging Europe.

Although most of these young people are immigrants and descendants of immigrants.

In order to let Lu Mingfei experience the original old British Zhengbo flag, the Windsor family chartered the top floor of the Birmingham Paradise Hotel for them.

This five-storey hotel is located in the heart of the Old Town, right next to Birmingham Cathedral.

Founded in 1913, it has received many nobles and high-class people from all over the world.

Although it is no longer the grandeur of yesterday, the heritage is still there.

If it weren't for the Windsor family, they wouldn't have agreed to a group of nouveau riche young people to take over the next floor.

"Why isn't that?"

Eri looked around with her little head dangling.

"Eri, what are you looking for?"

Gen asked funny.

"Brother, I'm looking for that, the one that a lot of fish are looking at you."

Eri gestured.

"That's called stargazing, and I'm looking for it."

The fifth month smiled.

British cuisine is very explosive in the entire European food scene, and looking up at the stars is especially dark in British cuisine.

It's actually a kind of bread, but it's filled with sardines.

A dozen sardine heads look up at the sky, and when you gaze at it, you feel it staring at you too.

How to say it, a dish with a soul.

"We don't usually eat that in the morning, and we don't eat that much in the evening."

The Windsor trustee blinked.

"Try these, although we are indeed a food desert compared to Huaguo, but the breakfast is still good."

She beckoned, and the waiter pushed the dining cart.

Sausages, bacon, toast, omelette, mushrooms, fried tomatoes and, of course, fish and chips.

Although it is not exquisite, it is full of protein and carbohydrates that can still reach the bottom of the stomach.

"It smells like energy."

Lu Mingfei made a fair assessment.

"Lu's evaluation is as accurate as your gun."

The Windsor school manager responded politely.

Fingal, who was biting the blood sausage on the side, had a strange look on his face when he heard this, and he didn't know what rude things he had in mind.

The white-gloved butler behind her twitched slightly at the corner of his eyes, but remained silent.

"What do you think of Birmingham?"

The teenage school director asked.

"A city where vibrancy and quaintness coexist."

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and said.

They moved from the new town to the old town, from the large factories of steel and iron bones to the small Victorian two-story buildings, as if they had completed a journey through time.

"My family came here during the Plantagenet Dynasty to help the people defend themselves against bandits, mercenaries, rogue knights, half-bloods and dragons."

Windsor introduced her family's history, her tone full of pride.

The butler behind her also raised his head slightly, although he was not surnamed Windsor, his ancestors were also one of the knights who followed the ancestors of the Windsor family back then.

"We helped Charles I defeat Saladin, a resurrected sub-species who should belong to the line of the King of the Earth and the Mountain."

Saladin, the preeminent military and political leader of the medieval world of Muslin, devoted his life to resisting the crusades of Europe and successfully recovering Jerusalem, and was the great villain of many medieval villains.

Chu Zihang glanced at Xia Mi quietly, it turned out that this national hero of the Arabs was her subordinate.

Xia Mi glanced at him and looked at the hammer, she hadn't woken up yet.

She has so many subordinates, and the devil knows which one this Saladin is.

And it was so embarrassing to be defeated by the human army, she didn't want to admit it when she knew it.

"Then we helped King Philip II defeat Charles I's brother John."

Windsor didn't pay attention to their small movements and continued.

"Why, aren't you guys in the same group?"

May asked.

"After John inherited the throne, he wanted to subdue those big nobles, but his strength was not enough, so he secretly cultivated a group of Deadpool troops, hoping to dominate Europe in this way. The House of Windsor could not allow this to happen, so they helped Philip II defeat him and forced him to sign the Magna Carta of Liberty, which did not allow the royal family to use dangerous alchemical techniques. ”

Windsor explained.

"Sounds pretty awesome."

May gave a thumbs up.

Being praised so bluntly, the girl director seemed to be even happier, and her two big eyes flashed and flashed, like a young deer.

The old butler frowned, but didn't say anything.

Although these people behave a little rudely, their words and deeds are frank and sincere.

It's rare for Miss to have this kind of casual chat with her peers, so let her relax.

"The House of Windsor has always wanted to completely eradicate the dragons and make the world truly human. And Mr. Lu is the best candidate to carry the banner of dragon slaying, and we hope to have more in-depth cooperation with you. ”

Windsor threw an olive branch at Lu Mingfei.

Although the Windsor family is one of the school trustees, they do not have a large proportion of Kassel's sphere of influence.

At least, they don't have much say in core departments like the Equipment Department.

And Lu Mingfei has a close relationship with the equipment department, which is well known to everyone in Kassel.

As long as they can get his support, the Windsor family can pry open a gap.

"You're too late to place your bets."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and said bluntly.

If the Windsor family could support him when he first formed the warband, then he would at least throw some bait first.

But now that Lu Mingfei has the support of Angers and Elizabeth, and the allegiance of the Japanese branch, the overtures of the Windsor family are not so important.

His undisguised shame made the young school director a little annoyed, and his delicate little face turned red.

The old butler patted her shoulder blade, then shook his head.

Windsor took a deep breath and suppressed all the mess.

It was hard, so she could see tears in her eyes.

"May I ask Captain Lu Mingfei, what does the Windsor family have to pay to get the opportunity to bet?"

She asked in a trembling tone.

"Find Innsmouth."

Lu Mingfei replied immediately.

"We've tried our best, and we've consulted professors of history, geography, and religious studies at several prestigious universities, and none of them have heard of the term."

Windsor explained.

The famous schools she said were naturally Cambridge, Oxford, and Imperial College, and the University of Birmingham was not ranked.

"What about folklore?"

Chu Zihang said suddenly.

He was also interested in folk culture around the world, because he felt that there were clues to the Nibelungen hidden in it.

"Folklore?"

Windsor was stunned, she really didn't expect this.

"Is there any university in Japan that offers folklore courses?"

She turned to the butler and asked.

"Miss, allow me to retire first."

The old butler went out for a while and came in again.

"The university with the deepest research on folklore in the country is."

He opened the tablet in his hand, and the school emblem of shields, books, and candles appeared on it.

"Miskatonic University."

(End of chapter)