Chapter 27 East DistrictTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2081 wordsUpdate time: 2025-05-29 11:00:11
Tuesday, July 10th.
After Lu Mingfei got up in the morning, he taught himself ancient Hermetic for two hours. His progress was encouraging. He could already piece together the honorific name of the Goddess of Night with fragmentary words. After confirmation from Archbishop Anthony, his pronunciation was very standard. So he prepared to pray to Mr. Fool again. Klein had said before that he had already told the honorific name to Justice and The Hanged Man, and these two would most likely pray to him today.
"White bread, Fenepot noodles, seafood rice, and Desi pie." Lu Mingfei looked at the food placed in front of the four candles, and recalled the ritual of praying to the goddess. He propped up his chin and muttered to himself: "Old Zhou, look at other goddesses, all with flowers and plants, full moon essential oils and holy emblems, how come your place has become a snack stand?"
Without reciting the honorific name in ancient Hermetic language and without building a spiritual environment, Klein would naturally not respond to him. So Lu Mingfei arranged the ceremony according to Klein's instructions, lit the candles one by one, put the silver "holy blade" made when praying to the goddess before into the cup filled with water, and meditated on the scene of spirituality spreading and gushing out from the tip of the blade, building a qualified spiritual wall, and finally dripping in essential oil that sounded like a modified goddess formula, reciting the honorific name, and praying for good dreams.
Only this wish was sincere. Lu Mingfei's sleep quality had been particularly poor in the past two days, as if he was making up for his long sleep above the gray fog. He tossed and turned in bed every day and couldn't fall asleep until he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Alright." Lu Mingfei felt a breeze in the enclosed spiritual space, but received no response. He simply broke the spiritual space and ate the Fenepot noodles with the Dixie pie. It felt like he was eating a big bowl of hot dry noodles with roujiamo. He said vaguely, "Isn't this considered eating his tribute in a fair and square manner?"
In the afternoon, perhaps because of the morning prayers or because he had consumed too much energy studying all morning, his nap was particularly sweet. After getting up, he strolled along Pacefield Street and unknowingly reached Cherwood. This was the only route he had taken except for going to Earl Hall's villa in Queens with Archbishop Anthony.
"Mr. Ricardo?"
A surprised call woke Lu Mingfei from his distraction. He turned to the source of the voice and saw a little girl in knight's clothes. It was Hugh Dilcha, who he mistook for Fors' daughter last time.
Fors described the other party as a fool who was "investigating a dangerous secret", which made Lu Mingfei think of a protagonist who was carrying a blood feud and walking in the dark. Then he collected his thoughts, smiled and greeted:
"Ms. Dilcha."
"Just tell me to rest." She waved her hand indifferently. It seemed that Fors had already told her about the last grudge. Otherwise, she would have rushed up and kneed Lu Mingfei. "What are you doing?"
"You don't need to use honorifics for me." Lu Mingfei actually didn't like adding suffixes to other people's names, but people in this world all have this habit. He followed the local customs and at the same time, he skipped these troubles whenever he had the chance. He shrugged and said, "As you can see, just wandering around."
Xio looked at him deeply, and as he walked towards a nearby fruit stand, he sighed, "What an enviable life."
What she envied was not this idle and idle life, but the person she could rely on. Lu Mingfei caught the sadness from the girl's subtle expression, but he didn't intend to expose it. He walked to the fruit stand and picked a few fruits, especially the lemons that she took away last time, and stuffed them into Xio's hands:
"If I remember correctly, you seemed quite partial to it...it's my treat."
Lu Mingfei has always been bad at comforting people, or it could be said that not many people need his comfort. On the contrary, whenever he is in a bad mood, the little angel raising her wallet to treat him can instantly change his mood. The Nutri-Express he got from playing teaching games in the Internet cafe can also make him happy for a long time.
Perhaps humans can really relieve their mood by eating. After all, when a baby cries, just hold it in your mouth...
Lu Mingfei tapped his forehead a few times to prevent his thoughts from running wildly in a dangerous direction. The girl next to him and even the owner of the fruit stall cast strange looks at him. The latter did not regard him as an ordinary psychopath because of the washed and ironed haute couture suit, but just as a foolish young master who was let out.
Xio, who was holding two lemons, didn't take it seriously. Smelling the sour smell of citrus fruits, he couldn't help but frowned: "It's not that I like it, but the kids in the East District... Forget it."
"East District?" Lu Mingfei grasped the key words.
To date, his activities were limited to the North District, Queens District, and Cherwood District. Most of the people he saw were well-dressed gentlemen and ladies. If you really counted them, Xio and Klein were the two most "shabby" people Lu Mingfei had ever met. Even so, the girl's knight's suit and Klein's formal suit were still neat and fit, and they had nothing to do with poverty.
But from what he read on Xio's face, the East District seemed to be the slums of Backlund. The children there could not even guarantee basic nutrition. They lacked the corresponding vitamins and needed to rely on citrus fruits like sailors to avoid scurvy. Even these needed Xio's charity...
"Fill it for me." Lu Mingfei took a bag and handed it to the silent fruit stand owner, motioning him to put some lemons in it. He said in a low voice, "If this happened in our place, the king would be beheaded."
There is a saying in China that "Why not eat meat?" In France, Queen Marie Antoinette also asked in return "If you can't afford bread, why not eat cake?" She was the famous queen of Louis XVI, and can even be regarded as one of the triggers of the French Revolution.
Fortunately, his voice was low enough that not only the stall owner, but even Xio could not hear what Lu Mingfei was mumbling. After taking the bag full of fruits, he nodded and paid the bill: "Thank you, Xio."
"What on earth are you going to do…" The girl scratched her yellow hair in annoyance, making her already frizzy hair even messier. She wanted to believe that Lu Mingfei was a kind person, but her struggles at the bottom of society also made her gradually stop believing in human nature and become full of thorns: "Let me make it clear first, if you want to resell it, there are not many people in the East District who can afford it."
Lu Mingfei reluctantly curled his lips: "You should know what I am going to do. I have disturbed you for a long time. I will leave now."
"... idiot." Xio stamped her feet and caught up with him. "I guarantee that if you go in like this, you will be stripped down to your underwear in less than five minutes. Anyway, I have work to do in the afternoon, so follow me closely."Chapter 28: Foreign GangstersTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2051 wordsUpdate time: 2025-05-30 11:28:55
"Come to think of it, I still don't know what your job is, Miss Xiu?" Lu Mingfei followed the girl, crossing the clear boundary between the Cherwood District and the East District, and walked into the area where the smell of domestic wastewater overwhelmed the industrial smell. This was a little difficult for him to adapt to, but the silent atmosphere was even more uncomfortable, so he looked around and spoke:
"The residents here seem to respect you."
The streets of the East District were cramped and narrow, with the air filled with fishy smells and moldy moisture. There were women wearing long skirts with frayed hems, men wearing coarse cloth waistcoats in brown, gray, and khaki, and children wearing tattered versions of adult clothes. Occasionally, you would see adult men in cheap formal suits with fierce faces, which fit Lu Mingfei's stereotype of gangsters...
But without exception, they all remained in awe of the duo of Xiu and Lu Mingfei.
"It's not that exaggerated." Xio said as they walked. "Generally speaking, my job is a bounty hunter, but I don't have many opportunities to encounter targets that can be exchanged for money, so most of my work is coordination, arbitration, or helping to investigate some things... Whether among ordinary people or gangs, I have a good reputation. They probably think you are my new employer, so they are all waiting and watching."
She finally stopped in front of a townhouse in a narrow alley. Plants similar to creepers grew on the wall, adding a bit of greenery to the area that was almost covered in dull colors. This seemed to be a relatively good residential area in the East District, and it was also the destination of Xiu's trip. The girl knocked on the door with a unique rhythm, and after receiving a response, she pushed the door open and entered.
"Dakholm." Xiu took Lu Mingfei into the villa and greeted the owner of the place.
The adult man in the living room was half-dressed in his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body and his right hand that was swollen like a pig's hoof. Even his forearm was covered in deep purple. He smiled when he saw the girl and took the initiative to put on his shirt, but when he saw Lu Mingfei following behind him, he couldn't help but frowned: "Hey, Hugh. Don't bring your lover with you during work. You can find a better date place. The hotel experience in the Cherwood District is ten thousand times better than that in the East District."
"If you say one more word, I'll tear your mouth open." Xio didn't show an angry expression, but the calm before the storm gave Darkholm a greater sense of oppression. After successfully shutting him up, the girl shrugged and explained according to the guesses of most people: "This is the employer of my next job, a kind-hearted gentleman who wants to learn about life in the East District. It won't affect your commission. This is an apology..."
Xio took a lemon out of Lu Mingfei's bag and threw it to Darkholme. Even for adults in the East District, fruit was a very popular gift. However, when Darkholme saw the bright yellow citrus fruit, he was horrified. He jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and rolled behind the sofa. He didn't look at the two of them until the lemon bounced twice on the cushion.
"..." Lu Mingfei looked confused. Even Xio, who often dealt with gangsters, didn't understand what was going on. He frowned and asked, "It's just a lemon, not a bomb. You shouldn't question my credibility."
"...Of course I understand Miss Arbitrator's credibility, but I feel a little nervous when I see this thing." Darkholm turned back from the sofa with an awkward expression, rubbing his fingers on the pitted fruit peel, motioning the two guests in front of him to sit down, and then explained:
"This is also related to my commission. Francisco, although it's a pseudonym, it's obvious that this is a bastard from Feynaporte. They have a lot of this stuff over there... Just yesterday, when that bastard agreed to have a 'leadership meeting' with me, he threw a lemon, and then eight of his men rushed in from outside the house. Those bastards from Feynaporte were so rude..."
No wonder this guy was beaten so badly. Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, and at the same time remembered the Fenaport noodles he had for lunch, which was similar to the pasta in his original world. In addition, Sicily in Italy was also rich in lemons, which once became an important pillar industry of the Mafia.
I just don't know if Francisco's last name is Corleone or Vongola. In his mind, there appeared an image of a dignified middle-aged man playing with a cat and a young man with a flame on his head. He unconsciously said, "You are quite amazing, you managed to escape from the siege of nine people."
"Because I brought ten fucking people with me." Darkholm didn't feel ashamed at all, and even said smugly: "The only price I paid was an injury to my right hand, while that guy's face turned into a pig's head! I was showing mercy by not killing him!"
The guys who could be gangsters in the East District were definitely not good people. As far as Xi knew, the villain in front of him once stepped on the hand of a thief who was 13 or 14 years old, just because the thief kept the spoils for himself.
But on the other hand, Darkholme, who was not involved in the "drug" industry and did not control those nightingales, was already considered a rare "conscience" in the gang. When dealing with relations between other gangs, he would not kill them. He would usually show his fists and ask a prestigious third party to reopen negotiations...
"So, you came here this time just to ask me to help you reorganize a negotiation?" Xio asked as he sat on the sofa. "You should understand that my reputation is only useful in the East District, but it can't reach Feynaporte. I have never heard of the name Francisco."
Darkholm stretched his swollen fingers and shook his head. "No, I know you don't like being a third party between gangs, and the next negotiation has already been discussed. It's just... my men said they saw a woman who looked bad over there in Francisco, just like you."
Of course, he wasn't referring to guys like Xiou who were the size of a child, but other aspects, such as Extraordinary. Most of the large gangs in the East District had their own Extraordinary, and even if the small gangs didn't have them, they had seen those miraculous methods and respected them. Otherwise, Xiou wouldn't have been able to get by in the East District.
"I'm a little uneasy. If there really is 'that kind of person' standing behind him, then I'll have to consider giving up part of my territory." Darkholm said, "I hope you can help me confirm the information."
"I need to think about it." Xio did not respond immediately. Although the Arbitrator had a certain level of direct combat capability at Sequence 9, and it was rare to see Sequence 8 gangsters in the East District, she still decided to be cautious: "I will do some basic research first. I will reply to you if I have any news. If I encounter any danger..."
"Please, it's okay to give me up." Darkholm said with a smile, "I am also very confident in begging for mercy."Chapter 29 Assassin's CreedTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2049 wordsUpdate time: 2025-05-30 19:52:07
Lu Mingfei's knowledge of the mafia comes entirely from movies, TV shows and anime. The ones that impressed him the most were the Godfather played by Marlon Brando and the tenth generation who didn't want to be a mafia gangster in "Katekyo Hitman", both of whom were extremely charismatic. But Darkholm in front of him was a complete scumbag. Even though he tried his best to be a gentleman in front of Hugh, he still couldn't hide his rogue nature of being able to bully others in front of ordinary people...
"Do you deal with people like this every day?" Lu Mingfei scratched the lemon with his fingernails and tore the skin hard, letting the fresh sour smell fill the air. He then pulled out the flesh and shared it with the children the girl called over, whispering, "You've worked so hard."
Xio was doing a similar job—Lu Mingfei wanted to distribute whole lemons directly, but she didn't agree. Because whole fruits, even if they were damaged, could be sold for money, and these kids would probably not eat them themselves or share them with their families. They would just happily take them and secretly curse them for being idiots, and then sell them at a low price to the richer guys in the East District, or have them snatched away by others.
"Not bad." The girl shared the remaining peels with the children, telling them that they might be able to sell them for some money after drying them. She then continued the topic: "Compared to helping ordinary people seek justice from the gangs, this is already much easier. At least you don't have to do anything."
"But the Beyonders around Francisco are likely to take action, right?"
"Just capture one of the other party's men and interrogate him. If you can get the answer, it's considered a success. If not, then give up the commission." Xio twisted his sticky fingers, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers carefully, shrugged and said, "I can't risk my life for such a small amount of money."
This changed Lu Mingfei's opinion of the girl. Whether it was the previous meeting or Fors's description, the deepest impression that Xio left on him was that of a "violent little dwarf", just like the honey badger in the animal world, who would scratch lions and hyenas with his teeth and claws bared.
But the facts have proved that real fools cannot survive in this world. Lu Mingfei, who thought he was easy to support, would be cheated out of everything within a day if he was thrown into the East District. In the end, he couldn't even get a newspaper to spread on the ground, and could only hide under the bridge and wait for dawn.
It was unclear whether they could hold out until dawn. Lu Mingfei looked at the setting sun. The water vapor mixed with dust in the air was still releasing heat, but they were no different from plants. They were the source of life that released oxygen during the day, but at night they would compete with other organisms for oxygen.
In the second half of the night, these mists and dusts will plunder heat crazily, and even in July, it will feel close to zero degrees. Many homeless people who cannot light a bonfire will most likely not wake up once they close their eyes...
"Okay, the next task is to send you back to the Cherwood District." Xio clapped his hands to interrupt Lu Mingfei's thoughts, and said as he looked at the darkening sky, "The Cherwood District is relatively safe, so I won't send you back to the church. I will then return to investigate Francisco."
"Thank you for your help." Lu Mingfei touched the remaining gold pounds in his pocket and felt that the excuse the girl had given to Darkholm before should become a reality. After all, the girl really took him around most of the East District as a guide. It was reasonable for him to give her a certain amount of compensation, so he asked, "How much do you usually charge?"
Xio waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's free this time, we'll talk about it next time..."
"Then why not give it to me." A cold voice interrupted their conversation. A tall and thin man in a black tuxedo and holding a dagger walked out of the shadows. Bathed in the red sunset, he looked like he was wrapped in a blood-red coat. With a bruised face, he spoke: "After all, if you want to ask me for information, you have to pay me some money, right?"
Francisco!
Without even needing to think, Xio guessed the identity of the visitor at once. He turned around and reached for the dagger at his waist, blocking Lu Mingfei behind him. At the same time, he used his psychic vision to observe the other party. The residual spiritual power of some magic potion was still hanging on the other party's etheric body, proving that Darkholm's guess was completely correct - there was indeed an extraordinary person behind Francisco, but no one knew where the other party was hiding.
"Hugh Dilcha." Francisco sneered and said, "I know you, the most famous 'Arbitrator' in the East District, a Sequence 9 Beyonder. To ordinary gangsters, you are indeed a 'big shot', but to me now…"
"Not worth mentioning!"
He exuded a powerful and blind self-confidence, but his steps were light and agile. His black tuxedo formed a long line in the sunset, and his blurry shadow was like a wild beast running wildly, with fangs and claws thirsting for blood!
Xio didn't have the confidence to stop this sudden attack. Even though the "Arbitrator" potion gave her the power to persuade others with violence, in front of the sequence that was more focused on combat power, the "Arbitrator" was still too elegant. She could only rely on her intuition to raise the dagger and secretly pray that Lu Mingfei would be smarter and run to the police station in Cherwood District for help...
But Lu Mingfei had no intention of running away. He even pulled Xiu to help her escape from Francisco's attack range. He asked in confusion, "Are you dazed at this time? I'm starting to doubt your professionalism, Miss Xiu."
Even without the ability of "audience", Lu Mingfei could see the opponent's attack intention. What's more, the "slow" blade's target was too obvious. While pulling the girl away, he even had enough strength to grab Francisco's wrist!
"I used to be pretty strong." Lu Mingfei exerted a little force, and the hard wrist bone broke like a thin bamboo. The bone fragments and blood splashed out, which made him stunned for a moment. In a panic, he instinctively blurted out nonsense: "Sorry, I didn't know you had osteoporosis... and who would assassinate in broad daylight? This is not Assassin's Creed. How about you change into a white robe and come back?"
The only response he got was Francisco's screams and the black muzzle of a gun - as a gang leader, how could he not have a gun? It was just that the excitement of becoming a Beyonder made him choose an attack method that was more in line with his identity as an "assassin", but he still trusted guns more when encountering unexpected situations.
"Be careful!" Xio, who finally came to his senses, warned loudly.
"I saw it a long time ago." Lu Mingfei waved his hand without looking back, and a few coins fell out of his pocket.
The ability of "audience" allowed him to see through Francisco's attack in advance. Countless tiny eddies spread all over his body like a dense net. Under the influence of the Word Spirit·Yin Flow, these coins were pulled into long lines, which knocked the revolver away and pierced through Francisco's other hand at the same time!Chapter 31 Witch!Title of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2015 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-02 09:16:38
The crime of intentional injury shall be punished by imprisonment of not more than three years. This thought popped into Lu Mingfei's mind. It's not that he is good at law, but when he was in junior high school, he had a fight with that bastard who said his parents were divorced abroad. The other parent came up and said this, which directly frightened his aunt...
Or maybe it was not necessary to scare him like that, because his aunt had no intention of standing by him from the beginning. After scolding him, she dragged him to apologize to the other party and made him do duty for a whole week, just to reduce the medical expenses. From that time on, Lu Mingfei knew that no one would cover for him, so he endured everything he could.
"But you pointed a gun at me…" Lu Mingfei lowered his head, his well-groomed hair became messy due to exercise, and fell in clumps in front of his eyes, cutting the red sunset into a net, reflecting a pair of blood-stained golden eyes. "And this time, it seems that someone is willing to cover for me - Archbishop Anthony should be very happy if I catch a wild Beyonder and bring him back. No, he is already an archbishop, he should not look down on this little credit. In addition…"
He looked at Xiou who was standing beside him: "Her story is not easy to explain."
The calmness brought by the "audience" state gradually faded away. Lu Mingfei was still holding Francisco's wrist with broken bones. The man who had a murderous look on his face just now knelt on the ground like a kicked wild dog. The hand that was forced to cosplay as Jesus hung down weakly, and blood was flowing.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Francisco's heart was beating wildly, and every time it pumped, more blood flowed out of the wound. However, he still couldn't suppress the instinct of a person who was dominated by fear, nor could he maintain his calm or dignity in front of those captivating golden eyes and the murderous intent that was like a knife brushing his face. In the end, he screamed like a madman:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"I am a law-abiding citizen." Perhaps Lu Mingfei didn't know that his face was full of deceitful jokes when he said this, like a thug born to be chaotic. He casually let go of the man's wrist, lowered his head to pick up the revolver with a broken handguard, opened the cylinder to check, and raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow, it's full, 3 pounds 10 soli."
The light of dusk hit the East District, and the shadows of the low houses spread, covering Lu Mingfei and also rendering his expression a shadow of tyranny. Francisco trembled and swallowed the words "I give it to you, just spare my life" and curled up in the muddy land wet with blood, pretending to be dead.
This is the survival rule of the East District gangs. They survive on violence. Every day they walk through their "jurisdiction" in black formal attire, looking as arrogant as lions patrolling their territory. But once they encounter greater violence, they will turn from lions back into humans or even wild dogs.
The plots in serial novels will not appear in reality, and gang leaders cannot use their awareness to ignite things like the flame of death. When they face those beyond their cognition, they will die if they kowtow a second late. Now that the best time to kneel has passed, Francisco can only hope that the other party will be merciful...
"Well, what do you think we should do with this guy?" Lu Mingfei coughed twice and decided to seek advice from professionals. "Is there any custom of cutting off hands and feet or seppuku to apologize here? If he needs an kaishakunin, I hope you can do it, after all, I have never even killed a chicken."
But you look like you want to shoot him. Xio didn't understand Lu Mingfei's subsequent ramblings at all. Fortunately, the initial question was clear, so he frowned and thought about the "rules of the road" in the East District.
But before she could open her mouth, she heard a charming chuckle:
"Why don't you let me do it for you?"
The pointed heel pierced into the back of Francisco's head, and his brain mixed with other body fluids splattered everywhere. The sweet smell of honey stood out from the stench of blood, and the flames burned the flesh. The black flames quickly spread all over the body and even spread to the surroundings, forcing him to jump back away from the body and the woman who suddenly appeared.
"Fortunately, I never expected your talent, so I won't be disappointed, Francisco." She stepped on the burning flesh pads, the flames licking the high-density shiny stockings, the end of the dark lace close to the middle of the thigh, looming under the fluttering skirt. The orange-red hair dyed in the sunset flew with her jump off the corpse, revealing her eyes that seemed to hide spring water, and turned to applaud Lu Mingfei:
"What a neat attack. How come all the good assassins are in other sequences?"
"Maybe I'm not good at dressing up as a woman." Emperor Roselle wrote more than just "The taste of a witch is really good" in his diary. He even recorded his mental journey in detail in some chapters, which can be roughly summarized as regret and it feels so damn good. The last comment was that it doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman, as long as she looks good.
Lu Mingfei was shocked when he saw it. Yesterday, he and Klein were laughing at each other in the gray fog, but today he met the witch!
The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck is not reliable at all! Lu Mingfei was so panicked that he felt like a monkey was jumping around. Thanks to his "audience" status, he was able to at least maintain his composure. Knowing that the woman in front of him was once a man also greatly strengthened his resistance to seduction. What's more, the other party took away the newly developed "downline" as soon as she appeared...
So much so that in Lu Mingfei's eyes, the woman's chuckle was not gentle at all, but rather like the passionate war cry of a Viking after chopping off the enemy's head.
"That's hard to say~" The woman didn't know that in Lu Mingfei's eyes, she had turned into a burly man with a horned helmet and a beard. She still made affected movements, pointing her fingers at the side of her face, and her arm brushed against the deep V-neck skirt, causing a ripple. "When you reach Sequence 7, you will definitely be more beautiful than me."
This is actually true! Lu Mingfei almost couldn't maintain his "spectator" state. It took him several seconds to regain his composure and declined with a flawless smile: "Unfortunately, I have already taken other potions... and as you have seen before, I dare not kill anyone at all. I am not an assassin at all."
"Do you think I killed Francisco?" The woman tapped the corpse's arms with the tip of her shoe, revealing forearms with bone stumps and palms that could see the dirt directly. She said with emotion: "In the East District, losing both hands is no different from death. He was too old to even be controlled by other gangs to beg. The one who really took his life was you, my lovely boy..."Chapter 32 There are no coincidences in the writer's writingTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2077 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-01 10:11:37
This is pure sophistry.
In any case, it was this witch who killed Francisco, and Lu Mingfei took action because she threatened his and Xio's lives. However, Sequence 8 of the "Witch" pathway is called "Instigator", and its core ability is to mislead and persuade. The calmness brought by "audience" alone is completely unable to resist this influence.
Lu Mingfei was still too inexperienced and didn't know that the battle between extraordinary people was like a gamble - there might be a certain element of luck in it, but there was no luck between true masters, they were all cheats!
Fortunately, when it comes to cheating, he is not much behind.
The general audience cannot deal with the "instigation" from Sequence 8, because their extraordinary abilities have not yet touched the mysterious realms of aura, etheric body, etc., so they can only adjust their inner emotions and barely hold on under the influence of "instigation". But Lu Mingfei is different, his emotional changes can also affect other things...
For example, dragon's blood.
"Hu——" In this still warm evening, the boy actually exhaled visible white breath from his mouth. His golden eyes, which were already burning, were as bright as if the entire red sky was contained in his pupils. The boiling blood brought him back to the moment when he took the potion and met Lu Mingze. Every cell breathed wildly and with all its might like a spring bud, and every bone made a crackling sound like burning bamboo, and locked into the best position.
"It hurts so much." Lu Mingfei's expression was distorted, and the muscles that locked his bones trembled uncontrollably, as if his will was struggling with his body. His body told him that maintaining this state of bones would give full play to its maximum effectiveness, but it ignored whether the muscles had the ability to maintain this state for a long time.
He had never encountered such a situation when he "beat" Lu Mingze before. Even after coming out of the space where time seemed to have stopped, he still felt that his whole body was full of endless strength. But now, Lu Mingfei felt that he could only last ten seconds at most, and then he would lie on the ground floundering like a fish out of water!
"I'm going to start exercising tomorrow!" he yelled, raising his pistol as if that would relieve the pain.
Wilder and more numerous tiny eddies than before surged like a flood, carrying the bullets that were forcibly accelerated by pulling the firing pin, drawing six burning red lines in the air. Even coins and stones were thrown out by Lu Mingfei to make up the numbers. The overwhelming attack enveloped the witch opposite from all directions!
Lu Mingfei had no intention of checking the results. After throwing out everything he could use, he immediately turned around, picked up the alert dwarf by the waist, snatched the dagger from her hand, threw it in the direction of the witch, and then ran towards the direction of the Cherwood District without looking back, shouting for the police as he ran...
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"This is really…" Although the witch was caught off guard by the bullet with the Word Spirit: Yin Flow, she did not suffer any damage due to her excellent life-saving abilities of mirror substitute and wand substitute. She reappeared from the shadows after leaving a broken mirror at the spot, looking at the direction where the boy ran away, with a smile on her lips: "Interesting."
"Really?" A cold voice came from behind her. A slightly wrinkled hand was placed directly on her bare shoulder. Archbishop Anthony, who was wearing a red and black robe, was also looking into the distance. "I don't find it very interesting."
He actually didn't want an answer, because the moment he appeared, Archbishop Anthony had dragged the witch into a dream. Under the dual effects of sleep and fear, the other party had told him everything that had happened. Finally, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground, her whole spirit on the verge of collapse.
It has to be said that the "witch" Lu is indeed excellent in appearance. Even though she has lost her mind and her body is covered in mud, she still unconsciously behaves like a lotus emerging from the water, or a fallen holy spirit, and can easily seduce men's desires.
It was a pity that even if the old man was in Lu Mingfei's previous life, he would have been a high monk who had seen through the mundane world. Not to mention a witch who was once a man, even if the King of the Kingdom of Women came, he would have died on the spot. The reason why he hadn't killed anyone yet was because the excessive emotions before the death of the Beyonder were not good for the Beyonder's characteristics, and it would easily affect the items produced...
While the other party's spirit was naturally dissipating and waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be released, Archbishop Anthony didn't know whether it was because of his age or because he was infected by Lu Mingfei, he couldn't help but nagging: "I have to say, you have successfully deepened my dislike for the 'witch' - he has only woken up for three days, and he hasn't even experienced the good of this world, and you have hurriedly put the bad side in front of him... Are all 'witches' so mentally twisted? Do you have to force a child who should be carefree to grow up?"
"Because we don't have much time to let him be a boy before 'tomorrow' comes." A gentle voice came from in front of Archbishop Anthony. The old man was not even surprised by this voice, and only felt the quiet and peace from the bottom of his heart.
He immediately drew a crimson moon on his chest and said seriously, "Ms. Arianna."
Sequence 2 of the Church of Night: Servant of Secrets, Abbot of the Monastery of Night, head of the thirteen archbishops, and possible future pope! Archbishop Anthony had mentioned this name to Lu Mingfei before, and he had been trying to legitimately provide Lu Mingfei with the potion formula some time ago.
"Thank you for your hard work, Stevenson." As an ascetic monk, Arianna was very satisfied that the old man remembered her instructions. She did not use "Your Highness" as a suffix. After a slight pause, she looked towards the empty corner and said, "I am here to ask you at the command of the goddess - is this your arrangement?"
This was obviously not addressed to Archbishop Anthony, but the old man looked in the direction she was looking and saw nothing! It was as if Arianna was talking to the air!
And the air replied to her: "It's just a coincidence."
Anthony suddenly got inspired and re-examined the low-rise houses in the East District that he was very familiar with. He saw that the originally dilapidated wall had turned into a cross hundreds of meters high at some point, and there were rows of black chairs with backrests below. However, there was only one praying person, who was sitting in the middle of the first row. He was wearing a very simple white robe and had a light golden beard that covered the lower half of his face. His hands were clasped in front of the silver cross pendant on his chest, and his expression was warm and calm.
Adam!
President of the Twilight Hermits, King of Angels, and Eldest Son of the Creator.
"There are no coincidences in a writer's writing." Arianna rarely showed an aggressive attitude, because at this moment she was not representing herself, but the goddess of night, "and the existence in Lu Mingfei would not agree..."
"He agreed." Adam raised his head, revealing eyes as pure as a baby's. "Hei Ye doesn't care enough about Lu Mingfei, but I do."Chapter 33 The Best StrategyTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2030 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-02 12:54:01
You fart!
Farting in every sense of the word!
Archbishop Anthony wanted to scold the Angel King opposite him—why didn't the goddess care about Lu Mingfei? She personally sent down an oracle, asking Anthony to find and bring the boy back, arrange the identity of a follower and a noble, handle the trivialities of life, let a child who is completely out of the current society gradually contact the world, establish a sound and reasonable social relationship, and protect him from powerful enemies...
As for the so-called "I care", it is even more stinky and loud! Why should he, an angel king of the "audience" path, care about a mysterious existence of the same order? There is no other possibility except to prevent the other party from hindering his ascension to the throne. What happened today was a long-planned assassination. If Anthony had not been worried and followed, the witch who was interested would definitely chase after him. He dared not even think about what would happen next!
Even with the goddess's questioning, Adam is still quibbling!
The old man, who used to have a bad temper, clenched his fists, but he eventually calmed down and used the sense of peace that Ms. Arianna exuded to calm his mood, and didn't say what was in his heart.
However, the person standing opposite Anthony was the Angel King of the Audience Path, the one who was the best at reading minds in the world. Adam looked at him with his exceptionally pure golden eyes, and remained warm even after reading the disrespectful rebuke:
"Night didn't refute what I said, did he?"
"Except for the proper attention from the Followers, everything else is your own effort, Stevenson." Adam continued, "He just kept his tacit approval during this period. Whether it was identity, social connections, or even funding, they were actually all provided by you. You even wanted to turn these two Beyonder Characteristics into props for Lu Mingfei. You, who never married, seemed to treat Lu Mingfei as a relative. Encouragement and praise... in fact, came not only from friends, but also from elders."
"I..." This is an overstepping of authority. Lu Mingfei is a favored one of the goddess, theoretically he is at the same level as Anthony, or even half a level higher. Even if he can frequently receive the oracle of the goddess after contacting Lu Mingfei, the nature is different. Anthony didn't know when he lost his respect for Lu Mingfei, and instead always pointed fingers at him when he made a foolish move.
"The goddess doesn't mind this." Arianna stood in front of the old man to prevent Adam from continuing to put pressure on him. "On the contrary, you did a good job, Stevenson."
After comforting the old man, Arianna turned her gaze to the gentle-looking Angel King. Although most of the Beyonders in the world had never known the name "Adam", and even Arianna had rarely come into contact with him, from the secret information within the Church of Evernight, Adam should be a cold, rational, and even somewhat paranoid guy, who only did what he thought was necessary.
Instead of being like this now, beneath the warm and gentle appearance, hiding... rebelliousness?
"Like Lu Mingze." Adam actually chuckled, but his golden eyes were still without any sadness or joy. "That is, the existence hidden in Lu Mingfei... This is a matter of course. He can influence the 'dragon', and I can influence the 'audience'. We communicate through this mutual influence."
This could even be considered a kind of pollution, but it did not contain too much malice. As the king of angels, Adam could handle it completely, but He just ignored it. When ancient Chinese counselors made suggestions, they always liked to list three strategies: best, medium, and worst. The best strategy usually looked at the overall situation and was based on long-term strategy, which could not see substantial benefits in the short term; the medium strategy made certain compromises; the worst strategy was immediate, but was more or less related to words like "short-sighted", so most monarchs would choose the medium strategy...
And Adam is the kind of guy who chooses the best strategy without hesitation!
He is now just examining whether Lu Mingfei is qualified to be the "best option". If this boy proves that he can shoulder the heavy responsibility, then Adam himself may become a "necessary sacrifice"...
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On the other side, Xio, who was carried on Lu Mingfei's shoulders, was thankful for her good digestive ability. Lu Mingfei's bones and muscles were clamping her abdomen like a pair of pliers. This feeling made her feel as if she had returned to her childhood, when she was still a little aristocratic girl and tried to wear a whalebone skirt with a constricted waist for the first time. The huge constriction made it difficult for her to breathe.
"Miss Xiu, can you please show some professionalism?" Lu Mingfei didn't know that the girl was trying her best to suppress the urge to vomit on him. While wandering around in the alley, she whispered:
"It was fine if you were dazed when you met the enemy before, but shouldn't you point to a house and say something reassuring like 'that's my safe house, there's a secret passage inside'?"
"Do you think houses in Cherwood are cheap?" Xio spoke with difficulty. Feeling the force binding his abdomen weaken, he broke free and continued to run deep into Cherwood, pulling his sleeve. "If you want to build a secret passage in the house, I have to at least buy it. Fors and I are still renting a house…"
Xio actually has safe houses, but they are in the East District and the Bridge District. The rents in these two places are relatively cheap, and the total rent is less than half of the price of a single-family house in Cherwood District. But turning back now is no different from committing suicide, and there is another safer place in Cherwood District.
Holy Wind Church!
"That's not necessary." An old man with a complicated expression suddenly appeared and stopped in front of the two people. "I'm sorry for being late, Mr. Favored One, and this lady."
"Archbishop Anthony!" Lu Mingfei showed a surprised expression, and then he remembered that the person next to him was still an unregistered wild Beyonder. If his identity was discovered, he would most likely be put under surveillance. So he immediately adjusted his expression to the "audience" state, and said with a smile on his face, avoiding the main point:
"This is Miss Hugh Dilchar, my new friend, a strong girl of great chivalry."
"He is also a Sequence 9 'Arbitrator'." Archbishop Anthony added the information that the boy deliberately concealed and sighed: "Don't worry, I don't intend to do anything to your friend."
"real?"
"Really." The old man adjusted his mood and said with a smile, "Miss Dilcha is in good condition and shows no signs of losing control. She just needs to go to the church for a registration check."
Xio knew, of course, that this was not the proper procedure for the Night Watchmen to deal with wild Beyonders. The reason why the head of the Backlund Parish was so tolerant was all because of the boy next to him. So she first thanked Lu Mingfei earnestly, then nodded and agreed to cooperate with the inspection. She followed the two of them a little stiffly and walked towards St. Samuel's Church.Chapter 34: Get Up and Go to BedTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2032 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-02 20:52:08
It was too early for Lu Mingfei to talk about Adam. Even the "Witch of Pleasure" that had become a Beyonder characteristic did not appear in the conversation between Anthony and Lu Mingfei. The old man just took him and the girl back to St. Samuel Church. After a simple dinner, he conducted a formal inspection on Xio. After confirming that there was no sign of loss of control, he registered and let her go home...
Lu Mingfei had used up too much energy during the day, and his muscles were still sore. He forced himself to send the girl to the church door, then returned to the bed and fell asleep...
midnight.
Layers of gray fog broke into the dream. A distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest part of the fog. The position of the eyes was flowing with deep red. The voice kept echoing in the empty world:
"I see."
"I see."
"I see."
Damn you Klein! Lu Mingfei sat up from the bed with bloodshot eyes. His mind was filled with the voice coming through the gray fog. His morning prayer had not been answered until now. Not only did it not give him a good dream, it woke him up from his sleep!
He looked at the clock on the wall. The short hand had passed "11" and was moving towards "12". God knows how Klein managed to stay up until this time without a computer, mobile phone or other entertainment equipment, but Lu Mingfei had a reason to stay up late. He rolled off the bed with a mess on his head, clenched his fists in front of his eyes, and used the air as an imaginary enemy, and began to throw left hooks, right hooks, and cuckold punches...
He waved his hands until about two in the morning, fulfilling his promise to "start exercising" and showing a malicious smile.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable…" He recalled the "transfer ritual" the other party had told him about, and walked four steps backwards in the room. The familiar pulling feeling when Lu Mingze tried to enter the gray fog space before attracted his spirit body, and finally he grinned and said, "Fool!"
Then crimson spread before his eyes, and a familiar dome appeared, along with a confused Mr. Fool!
"Klein! Get up and go to sleep!" Lu Mingfei, with a pair of golden eyes like light bulbs, stood up and walked forward, shaking Mr. Fool who was still sitting in the main seat.
The collision between the spirits quickly sobered Klein up. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are crazy!"
"The 'Fool' who answers prayers in the middle of the night is a psychopath!" Lu Mingfei squeezed the corners of his mouth with his index and middle fingers, forcing a perfunctory and sarcastic smile, but in the end he couldn't help but lean back triumphantly, "Sure enough, people are always full of energy when they do bad things... Good night, Lao Zhou."
Lu Mingfei unfolded his spiritual power, wrapped himself up, simulated the feeling of falling rapidly, and quickly slipped away from the gray fog space. About two hours later, he was pulled back by Klein, who told him to get up and go to bed...
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The next morning, Lu Mingfei walked out of the room with messy hair. He even simplified his washing process. After hurriedly eating a few pieces of bread, he plunged into the archives room. While learning ancient Hermes, he was also looking for content that could temporarily cut off the connection with the gods.
Unfortunately, he still got nothing until a deacon brought Audrey, who came to deliver the painting.
"Good morning, Mr. Lu Mingfei." The girl greeted him gracefully, and then she was startled by the boy's eyes, which were mixed with hysteria and refreshment. She couldn't help but lower her voice and said, "You don't look very well. Did you hear the mumbling in the potion?"
Although she knew that there was a mysterious existence in Lu Mingfei, Audrey felt that she was still a senior on the road of being an "audience". She also felt upset when she first took the potion, and occasionally heard headache-inducing mumbling. This symptom could only be solved by either adapting to it or through "acting".
The girl recalled that Lu Mingfei said he didn't feel any sign of digesting the potion, so she couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Lu Mingfei, the key point is to remember that 'whether it's a lavish banquet or a bustling street, the audience is always just the audience'."
This was the knowledge that Mr. Hanged Man had told her at the first Tarot Club. At that time, Mr. Fool had not yet announced the existence of the Acting Method. Even so, this rule helped Audrey a lot. Now she was just a senior in the Tarot Club helping newcomers who were not yet able to adapt to potions.
Even without observing, Lu Mingfei could feel the kindness from the girl, so he nodded and said, "Thank you."
"But I'm not depressed because of the potion…" He rubbed his sore eyes, trying to get his tear glands to secrete more fluid to moisten his eyeballs. He imitated Klein's ethereal tone when he was pretending to be cool, "It's just that I played a game with Mr. Fool last night. Haha… 'Born a fool, how can you live?' In the end, I was the better one."
Is this what I should be listening to?! Audrey's expression was stiff. Although she couldn't understand the middle part, the rest was real Loenese.
The smugness of being a senior in her heart disappeared completely. She wanted to raise her awe towards Lu Mingfei and Mr. Fool, but she couldn't help thinking about the "game" between the two. She also felt that Lu Mingfei was a little too arrogant. After all, his recovery progress didn't seem to be as fast as Mr. Fool's...
Stop it, Audrey! The girl raised her hand and patted her face twice to prevent her thoughts from going in a dangerous direction. She took out the drawing paper at hand and spread it on the table, changing the subject:
"Mr. Lu Mingfei, this is the painting I promised to give you."
"Thank you." Lu Mingfei had seen the semi-finished work of "Viscount Ricardo in Meditation" in the garden of Earl Hall's villa a long time ago, but he couldn't help but have doubts after seeing the finished product. He felt that the deep and mysterious young gentleman in the painting had nothing to do with him. The girl's superb painting skills gave light a shape, outlining the sacredness of his closed eyes. In the end, he grinned and complained:
"You can hang this on the wall and burn three sticks of incense every morning to pray. According to the local custom, you should set up an altar with various essential oils and spices, and then close your eyes and pray for a good dream... Haha, a good dream."
It seems that Mr. Lu Mingfei was also woken up by Mr. Fool. Audrey didn't use the extraordinary ability of "audience". She guessed what happened just by the complaints in his tone. I think this is how the "game" between them started. I didn't expect that a god-like existence would get upset because of such a small matter.
Or was it Mr. Lu Mingfei who was being sulky? The girl felt that Mr. Fool gave her the impression of being calm and wise, while the boy in front of her was more emotional.