TTW Chapter 191: Lu Mingze (Patreon)

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched. He too had dreamt big, imagining that he could stand out one day.

But he had never intended to lead the newcomers. He belonged to the type that dares to dream, but if you ask him to do it, he wouldn't dare.

"Brother, I think you've got it wrong. I really don't have that ability. You're not Liu Bei, and I'm certainly not Zhuge Liang. At most, I can be considered as a page boy next to Zhuge Liang," Lu Mingfei hurriedly said.

Chelan fell silent for a moment, his pupils showing a disappointed expression.

"Uh..."

Lu Mingfei felt he was being too cruel and quickly explained, "If you really want to find a Zhuge Liang, there actually is one next door."

Saying this, Lu Mingfei looked towards Lin Yi. Chelan immediately understood his meaning, and Lin Yi seemed to be a good choice, having made a name for himself as soon as he joined the Cassell College and even taking down Caesar and Chu Zihan during the free day.

But before he could ask, Lin Yi spoke.

"I'm not interested."

Chelan's words were stifled.

"Ah."

He sighed deeply, seemingly very sorrowful, a heavy, timeless sadness shining through his clear-cut eyes. Ignoring Lu Mingfei, he bowed his head and started sketching on the white paper, the tip of his pencil making a scratchy sound as it drew twisted lines that seemed to grow rapidly like a dense forest. He sobbed quietly while continuously moving his pen, making those unaware think he was writing his will.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a bit of pity and was about to console the other when he suddenly realized that something was off.

He snapped back to reality and looked around; the atmosphere in the entire classroom was wrong, and the students had stopped whispering to each other.

Some sat there dazed, others dragged their feet along the aisle, their eyes empty, as if they were Qu Yuan by the Miluo River or some other sort of walking dead.

A girl jumped onto the platform and kept writing and drawing on the whiteboard, unaware that her marker had long run out of ink. A charming girl shouted "Hallelujah" with a face full of joy, dancing gracefully, clearly trained, but what was terrifying was that she wasn't dancing alone. It was as if an empty man was holding her hand, dancing with her, to whom she cast affectionate glances.

This was Dragon Script, which had activated the mixed blood within them, causing them to see visions and hallucinations.

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard, finally finding a normal person in the whole classroom.

Only Lin Yi.

Lin Yi and Lu Mingfei looked at each other and shared a smile.

It confirmed that those who met eyes were customers of Finger.

Others might have Zhuge Liang's strategies, but they had their own ladder over the wall.

They quickly answered the questions, and although they did not exhibit the strange state of the other students, answering the questions was at least smooth. Finger was indeed reliable; the intelligence was quite accurate. The questions at Cassell College had never changed, only the order of the questions from the previous eight years had been shuffled.

Lin Yi was also answering questions, and just when he thought he could finally get through this exam, as it was about to end, he suddenly heard someone calling him. Lin Yi slowly raised his head, only to see a little boy.

A cute boy, swinging his legs, wearing white square-toed leather shoes, a black suit, a white silk scarf, and a pair of light golden eyes.

Lu Mingze?

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you looking for me instead of your brother?"

'Lu Mingze' shrugged his shoulders, quite elegantly.

"I need to know what kind of creature is approaching my brother. You're very strange," said 'Lu Mingze' innocently.

He looked down at the guy who was still answering questions below. Lu Mingfei was still writing vigorously because he was afraid that once he filled the page, he would forget the answers he had struggled to memorize the night before.

"My brother is a kind person. From childhood to adulthood, perhaps the only bad thing he did was to use a screen name called 'Sunset'."

Lu Mingze slowly narrated.

Lin Yi shook his head; he had no interest in family ethics.

"You shouldn't be in this world." Lu Mingze could only get straight to the point, "You are trying to tame a lion, and the result will only be to be eaten by a starving lion."

"I really hate talking to people like you who speak in a flowery language, and I never listen to others' persuasion."

Lin Yi responded sharply.

Suddenly, he felt that the young boy was no longer gentle and elegant. Those light golden eyes, when they had become so hot and bright, shining like a candle flame that would never extinguish.

The boy slowly began to speak, a string of tongue-twisters, difficult to understand, bitter and strange pronunciations that couldn't even form a sentence in any language. It was an unimaginable way of speaking, murky and hoarse. Those ancient sentences carried the majesty of a king, as if it were the resounding chime of a church bell.

Lin Yi's whole body jolted, stirring restlessly.

The eerie and oppressive pronunciation of the dragon language echoed in Lin Yi's ears, over and over again, with some chaos in his eyes. A strange feeling surged into his heart.

This is the Spirit of Words, Emperor.

But Lin Yi did not have a trace of the Black King's bloodline; this was the oppressive might of a Dragon Emperor.

".~Om!"

A sword hum that only Lin Yi could hear.

Indistinctly, Lin Yi seemed to see a giant python that coiled around the sky, a snake with no end in sight, its horns towering, having already transformed into a dragon, with wings on its back that could blot out the sun.

Jörmungandr.

It had merged the dragon sanctuary of the Dragon Nest with the Black Dragon Jewel and naturally would not allow the provocation of another king. This was a completely different power, but at this moment, they collided.

"Interesting."

Lu Mingze muttered to himself, "Let's see how far you can go."

Lu Mingze's figure gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Lin Yi felt that the obscure dragon language was no longer incomprehensible; instead, it became easy to understand, and he recited it almost instinctively.

The words he could faintly hear were the Spirit of Words that Lu Mingze had just used.

This was Lu Mingze (the Gift of the King).

He gave Lin Yi the ability to use the Spirit of Words.

The surrounding field suddenly dissipated, and Lin Yi returned to the small classroom, but his chanting was not over. He had already stood up from his seat, as if dancing gracefully, or as if performing a shamanic dance, but the moment his voice ended.

Professor Goodrian and Nono both noticed this scene and worried if something had happened to Lin Yi.

Suddenly, an inexplicable oppressive force filled the entire room, identical to the sensation of the Spirit of Words, Emperor, a compelling feeling of obedience emerging from within, causing Professor Goodrian's legs to go weak, almost forcing him to kneel and worship Lin Yi.

A feeling of being summoned by a great sovereign lingered.

Under the stimulation of the bloodline, the color in Professor Goodrian's eyes changed, turning into golden pupils, as he looked up at Lin Yi in a daze, his eyes wide with disbelief at the unprecedented scene unfolding before him.