vncnus Chapter 48 Kassel Sect
Chapter 48 Kassel Sect
Smoke curls from the bronze incense burner shaped like an animal's head.
In the modern apartment named the Meditation Room, Lu Mingfei sat cross-legged on a futon on the black walnut wood floor.
The sword-bearing boy, Fingel, stood solemnly to one side, holding a long sword.
Although he stood obediently in place, judging from his closed eyes, he seemed to have been asleep for a while.
"What time is it now?" Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming.
Upon being woken up, Fingel instinctively rubbed his eyes, and realizing something was amiss, he immediately adopted a serious expression.
"Sect Master, it is already 5:15 PM."
Since Lu Mingfei used his principal's authority to force Norma to pass a series of bills some time ago, the vice principal and Finger, among others, have wanted to revoke Norma's orders, but due to insufficient authority and procedural limitations, they are currently powerless to do so.
They could only give up temporarily and accept it helplessly.
Fortunately, Norma could only change the titles on various documents, as well as a series of minor things such as living arrangements and regulations.
Although the plan caused a stir on campus when it was first implemented, the entire faculty and students were relieved after the vice principal explained that it was a themed month focused on Eastern culture, and even enjoyed playing their respective roles.
In order to keep Lu Mingfei in check for the time being, the vice dean had no choice but to let Finger endure the humiliation and live a life of ignominy, hiding by his side as a servant and keeping abreast of his every move.
Upon learning that it was already past 5 p.m., Lu Mingfei stood up from the prayer mat.
He got up and went to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The curtains, which were originally closed, automatically swung open to the sides after sensing his arrival.
The beautiful sunset over Kasselzon came into view.
Thanks to the enormous financial, human, and material resources, the academy was transformed into a garden with distinctive oriental charm in just one week.
Beside the emerald green pond, beneath the pavilions and towers, golden and red koi carp frolic in the water.
Occasionally, a rising bubble touches the drooping branches of the willows on the bank, turning into a ripple that spreads outwards.
"Guardian Fen, are the board members almost here?" Lu Mingfei asked casually.
Fingel, the former Holy Elder and now the Honorary Protector of the Kassel Cult, nodded in response: "Reporting to the Cult Master, the Board of Trustees' review team will land at Chicago Airport tonight at noon."
"Tonight?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. He didn't know much about this board of directors, but judging from the name, he knew it was a force composed of various mixed-race individuals, dragon-slaying families, and even conglomerates that funded the establishment of the academy.
However, you funded the establishment of Kassel College, what does that have to do with my Kassel sect?
He has more important things to do now than dealing with this school board issue.
Lu Mingfei had heard that the bronze jar he had taken from Bronze City contained an egg that was at least at the level of a first-generation dragon.
If he could obtain the essence blood within, his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts would surely reach a higher level.
"You handle this on my behalf," Lu Mingfei said calmly.
He sat back down on the futon, adopting a posture of standing in meditation and seclusion.
Fingel knew this meant he was being asked to leave, so after waiting a few seconds and making sure there was nothing else for him to do, he quietly stopped and walked out the door.
Even if Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, he would still handle this matter together with the vice principal.
However, Lu Mingfei's quick immersion in the role made Fingel feel that this current principal, who should have been his junior, was, in some ways, even more insane than him.
It seems that sometimes people of high bloodlines can indeed be prone to going crazy.
He shook his head and walked towards the clock tower.
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A black Gulfstream business jet cut through the clouds and, under the control of the tower, slowly descended after aligning its nose with the middle of the two rows of indicator lights on the runway.
As the head of the investigation team, Anthony Gattuso looked out the window at the brightly lit terminal of Chicago Airport, his excitement had never ceased since the start of the journey.
As a graduate of Yale Law School and the chief lawyer for the Gattuso family, he could be said to have reached the pinnacle of his life and was a true member of the upper class.
But these worldly titles are nothing but empty names in the world of mixed-race people.
His bloodline was too weak to qualify him for admission to Kassel College, which is why he longed for this hall of elites in the mixed-race world.
Today, he has finally arrived at Kassel College, not as a pilgrim, but as a judge.
He came on behalf of his family and the board of trustees, bringing with him a large and professional auditing team. After settling in at the college, they will conduct a thorough investigation into a series of corruption cases.
And at that time, his name, Antoni Gattuso, will live on forever in the world of mixed-race people.
"Mr. Anthony, people from the academy have arrived," a subordinate whispered to him.
Anthony was not annoyed by having his illusions shattered. He simply waved for him to leave, then stood up and strode to the machine door.
Sure enough, on the connecting corridor bridge, a muscular man wearing the dark green uniform of Kassel College was walking briskly towards them.
"Are you the legendary S-class?" Anthony asked, his eyes gleaming as he faced the newcomer.
Although no other people were seen to greet him, if the legendary S-rank was personally coming to greet him, it would be worthy of the status of the school board review committee he represented.
"No, I'm not, but I am indeed here on behalf of the academy to pick you up." The muscular man scratched his head.
"Then you are... Chu Zihang? The acting president of the Lionheart Society?" Anthony frowned slightly after hearing that he wasn't an S-rank. He looked Fingel up and down and asked uncertainly.
After all, the name Chu Zihang sounds like an Easterner, but the man in front of him has a very typical Germanic appearance.
"No," the man denied again.
"Then who exactly are you?"
"My name is Fingel von Frings." The man bowed slightly. "I am currently the Minister of the College's Journalism Department."
"Minister of Information?" Anthony asked solemnly.
Since the other party was able to climb to this position, their bloodline must be either B-grade or A-grade.
"May I ask your rank?" He extended his hand, just about to shake it, when Fingel spoke slowly, with a hint of arrogance.
"Level E!"
"E-level?" Anthony's outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, unable to move forward any further.
If he remembers correctly, E-rank is already the lowest bloodline level.
How exactly were they selected for Kassel College? And to send only one person, an E-rank hybrid, to receive their review team—the college is going too far.
But Fingel ignored his sudden change of attitude and instead warmly shook his hand before he could pull it back.
"Welcome to the Board of Trustees. I am the representative of the college. You can call me Fingel." He warmly invited everyone to leave with him.
Since the other party was just an ordinary student, Anthony had no choice but to suppress his anger for the time being and prepare to vent it when he got to the academy.
So, led by him, the group left the airport and arrived at the parking lot with their bags.
"Where's the car?" Anthony asked Fingel.
The other person calmly took out a worn-out car key from his pocket and pressed it lightly.
Not far away, the headlights of a very old-fashioned minibus from the last century flashed.
"It's a railway maintenance project, so you'll have to sit on this train with me," Fingel said with a smile.