Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Take action, my friends." Edjo said finally, "Be careful of Odin, and even more careful of His Majesty's return..."

As the meeting came to an end, the projection screens went out and disappeared one after another, and Nissos was no exception.

In the end, Mars was the only one left in the dark and empty hall.

He did not leave, but sat where he was, tapping the knuckle of his right index finger lightly on the table, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a projection screen lit up again.

The young man cautiously leaned out of the darkness and asked, "Your Excellency Mars, what do you want from me?"

Mars suddenly showed the doting smile unique to elders towards younger ones.

"Nissos, I am very interested in what you said at the end. Can you tell me what you really think?"

The young man pondered for a moment and then asked tentatively: "Are you referring to some of my guesses about His Majesty?"

"Yes, there is no need to worry. We are the only ones here. I just want to hear the opinions of young people." Mars smiled, "We are old, and young talents like you are the future."

The young man's expression seemed to be moved, and he said excitedly: "I don't dare, I don't dare, it's just my personal speculation. Well... you know, I have never met your Majesty."

Mars shrugged and said, "Of course, you were not born before His Majesty disappeared."

"Yes, so I don't know what kind of existence His Majesty is." The young man touched his nose and seemed a little embarrassed and said, "But in my opinion, His Majesty's current movements are consistent with the praises from the elders. The gap is too big.”

"Yes, it is precisely because you have never met His Majesty that you said those words before." Mars smiled, "You have also seen that in our minds, His Majesty's image has long been ingrained, so in In our eyes, your speculation is an insult, and it is not His Majesty who is insulted, but us."

The young man said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Lord Mars."

"No, there is no need to apologize. In fact, I think your guess is very interesting and worth trying. At least it is better than sitting and watching Odin and His Majesty fight in the ring." Mars said in a gentle tone, "Your Excellency Edjo is the oldest among us. Or, he has lived too long, so sometimes...well, he lacks the courage to take risks, you know what I mean? Nissos."

"Of course!" The young man nodded quickly and said with a reserved smile, "This is the specialty of our young people. I have always liked those navigators who are full of adventurous spirit and have the courage to challenge the waves. This is why I chose to sponsor them back then."

"Very good." Mars praised, "Young people should have the courage to try and have the adventurous spirit to fight and fight."

His tone gradually became solemn and he said: "Nissos, due to some reasons, I cannot support you publicly, but I am willing to pay for your adventure.

Paying for the adventures of young people is one of the few opportunities left for us old guys to use our spare energy. There is no need to be burdened, just do what you want. Maybe in the next meeting, those who laughed at you before will be amazed by your lofty gaze. "

Nissos took a deep breath and said excitedly: "Your Excellency Mars, what do you mean...?"

Mars smiled and raised his finger in front of his lips: "I think some things don't need to be said clearly, right?"

"Of course! I completely understand what you mean!" Nissos said passionately, "I won't let you down!"

"No, it's not me, it's us. Besides, even if you fail, nothing will happen. It's normal for young people to do wrong things. The meaning of our old guys' existence is to protect you young people." Mal Si said in a casual tone. He looked down at the time and said with a smile, "That's it. I have something else to do. Let's have a drink next time we meet."

"This is my honor, Lord Mars!" Nissos said gratefully, "I look forward to meeting you!"

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A huge and complete ivory statue hangs directly above the door, and priceless ancient paintings are hung on the walls.

The layout of the entire house is luxurious yet stylish.

The burning fire illuminated the dim room, and the excitement and gratitude on the face of the young man who ended the call disappeared instantly after the screen dimmed.

He spat hard on the ground and said with a cold expression: "Do you really think I'm a fool? They all treat me like a clown making fun of me, right? None of these bastards is good!"

"Boss, do you really want to deal with that Majesty?"

Standing under the ivory, a strong man in a black suit asked worriedly.

"What a deal with you! Don't get involved with me if you don't want to die!" Nissos frowned coldly, "That bastard Mars draws a few cakes and expects me to work hard? Where can such a good thing come from in this world? I It seems that he has been around the human world for a long time, and he actually used human tricks to fool me."

"What do you mean?" the strong man asked carefully.

"Of course it's what you have to do! How are you preparing for the auction? How far behind is this year's target?" Nissos waved his hand impatiently.

"This year's target is almost completed, except for the last one. If we complete it this time, we can finish the work early this year." The strong man said hurriedly.

Nissos suddenly frowned and asked, "How come it was completed so quickly this year?"

"We secretly controlled the underground forces of a small North American country and completed more than half of this year's quota in one fell swoop. If everything goes well, we can complete the target for the next ten years or so in advance. After this time, brothers can take a ten-year break. Year.."

Nissos was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Stop it first."

"Stop?" the strong man said blankly, "Why stop, boss? This is to complete the ten-year target in one fell swoop."

"I'm beating very fast here." Nissos pointed to his heart. He spoke earnestly at first, and then cursed loudly, "Do you know what it means to be uneasy? I listened to what you just said, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was wrong. He I always tell you not to set flags for me, and you don’t even listen to them. What do you mean, it’s just one time difference. What do you mean, you can rest for ten years after you finish this job? So, is it ten years of rest? ? I'm afraid you idiots will go directly to hell to enjoy a lifelong vacation!"

The strong man looked aggrieved, thinking that the boss had obviously been angry just now, and now he was taking it out on himself.

Nissos cursed more and more vigorously.

"...That idiot Mars just treats me as cannon fodder. I just ask you idiots not to rush to use yourself as cannon fodder. Do you know what you are worth if you die? You are stupid! There is also the Presbyterian Church Those other ones...that idiot Ed Joe who relies on his old age to tell jokes? I spit on his face and tell him..."

Nissos had been holding back a lot of anger, and now he let it all out. He was so hearty and felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

He glanced at the screen casually, and this glance almost took away his soul.

Although the screen went dark, the red light symbolizing the communication signal was still flashing.

He forgot to cut off the projection.

This means that as long as someone is on the channel, they can hear what they just said.

At this moment, Nissos looked back on his long life, feeling neither happy nor sad. Then he suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and his breath sank directly into his dantian, making him almost breathless.

His hands were like lightning, he suppressed the trembling in his heart, opened the communication channel, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the number of people online in the channel as if facing judgment.

Number of people online currently: 1.

His whole body collapsed on the chair as if scattered, and he exhaled a long breath, giving him the illusion of surviving a disaster.

He waved his hand feebly: "Go, go, don't be an eyesore here, the auction will stop when it should. We don't need to risk ourselves for the Presbyterian Church's indicators. Isn't it good to live?"

The strong man said cautiously: "But boss, we are almost ready for a small auction at sea, and some buyers have already boarded the ship. Interruption at this time will affect our credibility."

Nissos frowned, "What level of auction?"

"Class 3A, although small in scale, is the highest level auction, and all the big buyers come."

Nissos sighed and said: "Credibility still has to be talked about, otherwise who will do business with us in the future? Since everyone is already on board, let's decide quickly when the auction will start."

"The auction will be held after it leaves the port of Chicago in two days and reaches the high seas." Zhuanghanhui reported.

"... Try to end it as soon as possible, and then ask my subordinates to stay calm during this period. Do you know what the wind is like? Whoever causes trouble at this time, I will just twist his head off!" Nissos said. You're welcome.

"clear!"

"By the way..." Nissos suddenly called to the strong man who was about to leave and asked hesitantly, "What's the situation over there with the North American mixed race?"

"Henkel personally led a team to chase a man, but was tricked in the end. His men suffered heavy casualties, and Henkel himself almost didn't come back." The strong man said solemnly.

Nissos pondered, each person in the Presbyterian Church was responsible for a jurisdiction, and one-third of North America was his jurisdiction. He knew something about the hybrid named Henkel, and even met several times to talk about it. Live business.

Of course, the other party did not know his true identity and only thought that he was a representative of a certain mixed-race family.

"Who did it? A hybrid or a pure-blood dragon?"

"It should be a mixed race." The strong man analyzed, "We are all pure-blooded."

"Mixed race?" Nissos frowned, "The boy's strength is pretty good among the mixed race, but was it done by the Secret Party?"

Among the human hybrid forces, the Secret Party is a hybrid force that the Elder Council barely looks at.

"We suspect that he is Odin's man." The strong man said solemnly, "Boss, do you want to help him? Last time you said that anyone who is an enemy of Odin is our ally."

Nissos was silent for a moment, then made up his mind and said: "Give him a hand! The North American hybrids cannot be in chaos yet, we still need them to stabilize the situation in North America on the surface."

"Okay! Where's Odin?"

"You still want to ask about this kind of thing?" Nissos squinted at him, "Kill if you can, and don't let anyone go. I still don't believe that Odin dares to show up in this situation."

"What if...it really shows up?"

"Run!" Nissos glared, "Why the hell do you want me to teach you? Even the immortal Edjo had to run away overnight when he saw Odin. Isn't it natural for me to run away?"

"Boss, what's going on with that guy Odin now?" The strong man couldn't help but ask.

"He is locked up somewhere." Nissos sneered, "But after struggling for so many years, he is about to escape. Don't worry about him, you can't. Someone will take care of him."

"Is it... that His Majesty?" the strong man said cautiously, "But what if that His Majesty takes care of us first before taking care of Odin?"

Nissos stared at him in silence and said seriously: "Why are you so annoying? Do you have to be crow-mouthed in front of me? I look at you now, just like those idiots looked at me before. But the problem is, I am acting Yes, but you acted in your true colors!"

The strong man scratched his head and said honestly and honestly: "Boss, are you actually acting? We thought you were really..."

"Get out!"

Before he finished speaking, Nissos picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it at him.

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The hot white sunlight in the afternoon shines through the sycamore trees in the courtyard and slants from the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the wooden floor inside the house.

The house is filled with a faint fragrance, and the deep-colored mahogany furniture and dark glass exude a sense of thickness. The air-conditioning makes the house look extremely cool in the hot summer.

Lu Mingfei was sitting on the sofa, holding his cell phone in one hand and texting someone.

His thighs were scattered with waterfall-like long dark red hair, which spread out softly in the sun. The girl was nestled on the sofa like a lazy kitten, with her long white legs curled up under her nightgown and painted red. The nail polish on the toes resembles seashells.

The sunlight that diffused in the room fell on her cheeks, reflecting the faint golden fluff.

[Brother, good afternoon. 】——Lu Mingze

[Why send text messages? 】——Lu Mingfei

[I don’t want to disturb your wife’s nap. 】——Lu Mingze

【So considerate? 】——Lu Mingfei

[It’s necessary. Brother, are you ready to go to Chicago? 】——Lu Mingze

[Not yet. I am quite satisfied with the house you bought. I plan to stay with Eriki for a few more days. 】——Lu Mingfei

【Hoo ho ho! Brother, you really have a wife and have forgotten about your brother. Does your senior brother not care about it? 】——Lu Mingze

【What? You mean the mission of the academy? Isn't it just an auction? You look down on my senior brother too much. No matter how bad it is, why don’t you still have your junior sister here? 】——Lu Mingfei

[According to the latest information I have, not only you, but also others are eyeing this auction. 】——Lu Mingze

[It doesn’t matter what you do. Anyway, with my junior sister here and the scabbard close to me, senior brother can’t do anything wrong. In the next two days, the girl will be a guest at my uncle's house as Eriyi's parent. We will talk about her return in a few days. 】——Lu Mingfei

【As long as you are happy. Speaking of which, the fish have begun to take the bait. 】——Lu Mingze

[Which side is the fish? 】——Lu Mingfei

[Friedrich von Long, the person behind him was already surfacing. Henkel was caught off guard and almost followed in the footsteps of the Lionheart Club. 】——Lu Mingze

Seeing this familiar name, Lu Mingfei fell into deep thought.

In fact, they still haven't figured out whether this guy is from the Presbyterian Church, Odin's side, or a third-party force.

The cute yawn brought Lu Mingfei back to reality.

The girl lying on his lap stood up, her long hair falling behind her pink neck, twisting and falling as she stood up.

She stretched lazily, and her good figure was clearly visible in the sun. A corner of her white short sleeves slipped down, revealing her delicate white shoulders. She didn't seem to wake up from sleep. She leaned on Lu Mingfei's shoulder with half-squinted eyes and started. Brewing a second bout of sleepiness.

Lu Mingfei threw away the phone casually, reached out and scratched the tip of the girl's nose, and said with a smile: "Get up, it's almost four o'clock. Pack up and let's go out to eat. There seems to be a fireworks festival in the city today."

Eriki opened her eyes, her clear pupils still a little hazy like mist, and responded with a soft and waxy nasal voice.