Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Qilan opened her eyes.

The person behind him removed the black blindfold from his eyes.

The dazzling white light made him subconsciously squint his eyes after being trapped in darkness for more than ten hours.

"I didn't expect you to have the courage to contact me."

An old voice came from the front. Edjo walked up to him with a glass of red wine, put down the glass, and said with a smile: "You should know that I don't always give him face."

Qilan looked around. This was a luxurious European-style office, with various valuable collections such as ivory hanging on the walls.

"Is this your safe house?" Qilan asked, "I took a ten-hour flight, where did you escape to? North America?"

Edcho was not angry because of his description of his "escape". Instead, he became interested and looked at the butler behind him.

"You blocked his hearing and vision the whole time, right?"

"Yes sir."

"That's interesting, Qilan, how did you know you were on a ten-hour flight?" Edcho said, spreading his hands, "Is it another [Prophet]? The gift of fate cannot come to you again and again. , that comes at a price.”

Qilan shook his head and said, "I counted thirty-six thousand seconds silently in my heart."

Ed Qiao's pupils shrank, he frowned slightly, stared at Qilan for a long time and then said:

"I feel that you are not lying. You are really an interesting warrior. Even without this gift from fate, your unwavering will is enough to make me look at you."

Edjo patted him on the shoulder, with a gentle and mellow smile like an elder: "Relax, this is our new territory, well, at least until the original owner comes back. Don't ask where the owner is, he will help you Looking for your Bradley.”

"Let's get to the point." Qilan whispered, "What experiment do you want me to cooperate with?"

Ad Qiao held the scepter in both hands and walked to the window, looking out the window at the cold steel forest under the warm light.

This office stands impressively in the center of the city and is at the highest level. Edjo must admit that Nissos has known how to enjoy it in the past few years and knows that power will eventually be concentrated at the top.

"Some time ago, the dean of Cassel College's branch in the UK, Romanti Kach, encountered a surprise attack from Odin. Fortunately, she foresaw this scene, took evasive measures in advance, and escaped the disaster."

Qilan narrowed his eyes, listening to Edjo suddenly talk about a seemingly insignificant piece of news.

Although the two parties had not had much contact, Qilan knew very well that this person would never do anything irrelevant.

Everything he says and does must have a profound meaning. It is said that this is the soul of the Presbyterian Church. His ideas and pursuits are almost implemented throughout the Presbyterian Church. Without him, the Presbyterian Church would have long been reduced to a piece of sand.

"You said you predicted in advance, Romandy Kach, her speaking spirit is also a [prophet]?" Qilan asked, "Odin wants to kill the person who controls the [prophet]?"

"No." Edjo raised a finger and shook it slightly, "Odin doesn't want to kill the person who controls the [Prophet], he wants to devour the 'eyes' of the [Prophet]."

Hearing that Adejo specially emphasized the word "eyes", Qilan was silent for a while and asked, "What do you mean?"

Edjo smiled and said: "You can also understand it as 'power'. Qilan, do you know why the person behind you chose you?"

"Because [Prophet]." Qilan said calmly, not as a question, but as a statement. He knew very well why he was chosen and why he was standing here.

"Yes, it is the [Prophet]. The reason why he dares to send you to me is because I am the only ancient person in the Presbyterian Church who still knows some secrets." Edjo sighed, "If you live long enough, You can always come into contact with some great secrets, for example, the last being who tried to obtain this power through devouring was the Black King in your eyes."

Under Qilan's shocked eyes, Edjo chuckled and said, "Guess, did he succeed or fail?"

Qilan said solemnly: "Odin is following this move, which proves that the Black King has succeeded."

"You're so smart, you guessed it right." Edjo praised without hesitation, "He won the bet, got the power of [Prophet], and mastered [Retrospection] and [Prophet] at the same time. To a certain extent, he really He is no different from a god. He made a prophecy about himself and the dragon clan’s future, and then died in his prophecy.”

"[Backtracking]?" Qilan was keenly aware of this ability that seemed to be opposite to the "Prophet".

"I think you can guess the meaning of this power." Edjo said calmly, "Let's skip it. Back then, the Black King usurped the power of the [Prophet] by devouring it, and now Odin is trying to imitate it. , which means that both you and Romandy are his targets."

"Romanti is one of yours?" Qilan suddenly asked.

"You can say that, but as far as I know, this child works for several parties at the same time." Edjo said with a smile, "I don't have any objections, but now it seems that Odin, one of her old employers, is half-hearted towards his subordinates. She is very dissatisfied and is ready to penetrate her three times and six times."

"You have her under control, right?"

"Yes, she is under our control for the time being. We have no intention of interfering with her fate, but we don't want others to interfere either."

"The experiment you asked me to cooperate with has something to do with her?"

"You guessed it right, we need you to absorb her power and complement your [Prophet]."

"You want me to...devour her?" Qilan asked in a deep voice.

"It's not about devouring her, but about devouring her power." Edjo said lightly, "Only by completing it can you be qualified to officially join our ranks."

Qilan was silent for a while and said, "I have a few questions."

"Ask, I'll answer depending on my mood."

"Why don't you do it yourself? Don't you want to get the power that even the Black King covets?" Qilan asked bluntly

"I think I have said the reason." Edjo shook his head and said, "Predicting the future does not mean that you can change the future. He did usurp this power, but he also died in his own prophecy in the end. This kind of power has What's the use? Just adding pain? The power that can truly change destiny has never been left behind by the throne of heaven."

Qilan understood what Adejo meant and frowned, thinking of the new ending he had seen...

But he did not tell all this, and changed the question:

"What is your purpose? You invited me to join you, but you never revealed to me what you wanted to do."

Edjo opened the curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, opened his broad arms, turned around and hugged Qilan, and brought him to the window.

The brightly lit city below comes into view. The bright yellow street lights are like veins winding around the corners of the city. The European-style spiers tower into the night clouds. From a height of hundreds of meters, Chilan can still feel the city. The smoke of fireworks emanating from the room.

Edjo pointed to the city below and whispered: "Guess what I saw?"

"City, lights, humans, or slaves?" Qilan said coldly.

Edcho shook his head and said with some humor: "In your eyes, I seem to be an old guy who is immersed in the glory of the past, scornful and indignant at the dominance of humans in the world?"

"Qilan, if I want, we can liberate this world from human rule at any time."

He patted Qilan's shoulder lightly, his movements were friendly and friendly like an elder in the family and a naughty junior, but his words made Qilan's whole body go cold. Was this explaining to him that the Presbyterian Council has the ability to overturn the table at any time? ?

"There is no doubt that we have this strength, not just now, but also a long time ago."

"But we didn't do that. There are many reasons. One of them is that we are far less interested in becoming the king who rules the world than you think."

"We have no intention of becoming kings."

Adejo leaned over. He was tall and had broad shoulders. When he leaned down, he was as tall as Qilan. Through the reflection in the window, Qilan could see an indescribable emotion flowing in the old man's deep and dark golden eyes.

"Human beings are often a bunch of arrogant people. They think they understand dragons through some fragments of ancient people or broken ancient books. How ridiculous is this? The most ridiculous thing is that human beings don't even understand themselves, but they try to To decipher us, who are more complex than humans.”

"You never understand the Dragon Clan."

"We are not interested in becoming kings of humans, and there is no way we can become each other's kings. There is and is destined to be only one king of the dragon clan. Four monarchs? Haha, in my eyes, they are just children who have not grown up yet. They just listen. With a few words to sow discord, they betrayed the Black King who created them. Driven by cheap emotions, they did not hesitate to ruin the glory of the entire ethnic group in order to pursue their own freedom..."

"I'm glad that my enemies are so stupid, but as the elder of the pack I just feel sad."

"They are far from qualified to be kings."

"They don't understand what a tribe is and what a king is. They are just stubbornly pursuing the life and death of individual free individuals. Not to mention the ability to carry the tribe, they have not even thought about it."

Looking at Qilan's hazy face in the window mirror, Edjo said calmly:

"You do not believe?"

"I am the oldest person in the line of earth and mountains. Whether it is Fenrir or Jormungandr, I was the first person to welcome them down from the sky to the earth. In human terms... Is it Wenpo? Or adoptive parents? I raised Fenrir with my own hands, told him the weight of kingship, and taught him that the importance of a group is much higher than that of an individual. However, he still fell into the enemy's trap for his sister, and in the end his soul was damaged. Even being reborn in a cocoon cannot make up for the fact that I have become a fool."

Qilan's eyes were shocked, and then he asked the third question tonight.

"You just said that you descended from the sky to the earth? How on earth did the Dragon Clan... come into being in this world?"

How was the Dragon Clan born and split? Fertility? Or are they born and raised like the gods in mythology?

The Secret Party has confirmed that the Dragon Clan has the ability to reproduce. However, in the history recorded by the Secret Party, the Black King created the White King by splitting. In addition, how did the original Dragon Clan come into being in this world?

"Congratulations, Qilan, you have found our research topic." Edcho said with a slight smile, "This is exactly the proposition that our Presbyterian Church has been pursuing for thousands of years."

Qilan said in confusion: "What do you mean? You claim to be the oldest person in the earth and mountain system. Don't you know how you were born?"

"The original dragon race, our souls descended from the sky to the earth. We were born in the ocean of elements. We were born with the power to control the elements. This is the nobility of the first generation." Edjo said in a low and powerful tone, "But What about before that?”

"The first generation is not the end of the dragon race, at least above our heads... there is an undisputed majesty sitting high from beginning to end."

"This problem has troubled us for a long time, including the previous generation of Black King known to you hybrids. He took away the power of [Prophet] and tried to combine it with [Backtracking] to trace the more ancient history."

"What exactly do we want to do, you ask?"

"We're just trying to figure out where it all started."

"Return to the embrace of the elemental sea that gave birth to us."

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"Just call me Director Lu." Lu Mingfei coughed, straightened his non-existent collar, and said seriously, "Principal Angers, we received the accusations against you from the Gattuso family and were invited to attend the meeting. Yes, do you have anything to argue?"

"If the Gattuso family knew that it was you they invited, they would definitely regret it." Ange raised his eyebrows, "In addition, what is the situation inside the school now? Knowing that something happened to me, some people may not be able to sit still. ?”

"The original meeting was moved forward a month and was held at the end of the month. It will be almost three days later. Principal, you still have time." Lu Mingfei broke off a banana. "I heard that the number of participants in the meeting has increased. From the original school board members to A dozen old guys have been added.”

"It's normal. Some people can't help but jump out when they hear something happened to me. After all, I'm the secret party's card." Ange put half an apple on the table and pointed at Lu Mingfei's hand. banana, "Give me one too. Isn't this the fruit basket given to me? Why did you eat it yourself?"

Lu Mingfei helped the principal break a banana, peeled it and sent it to Ange. He said seriously: "I have never seen any patient finish the fruit basket. What a waste!"

Ange shook his head silently and suddenly said: "Aren't you curious how I knew you became the seventh school director?"

Lu Mingfei threw away the banana peel and said, "I know you are connected with Lu Mingze."

Ange said softly: "Do you still remember the painting you submitted for the 3E exam when you entered school?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts were drawn to the 3E exam that year...

"Are you two really brothers?"

"Well, he is my brother." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"But you are indeed the child of Qiao Weini and Lu Lincheng." Ange said doubtfully, "If Qiao Weini and Lu Lincheng hadn't insisted on giving birth to you, we would have even hesitated to let you be born. And I can confirm that your brother is a noble first-generation species. In what form were you born in Giovanni's belly?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said, "Didn't you see me when I was just born?"

Ange was stunned and said, "I've seen you before. When you were born, your skin was wrinkled and your eyes were quite wide. You didn't cry or fuss, but just looked at us curiously. Lu Qicheng gave us a few beats as the nurse said. Your butt, I want you to cry, but you just don’t cry. You stare at him and stretch out your little hand. Lu Lincheng brings his face forward, and then you slap him in the face without knowing what happened... ...Later, Qiao Weini was cruel enough to take you from Lu Lincheng and slap you on the butt until you cry."

Lu Mingfei: "………………"

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One more ps: I have said it several times before, this fanfic will not adopt certain settings of the original Dragon Five, such as Lulin City and Qiao Weini.