Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"About the ship and..."

"Let's talk more about it after the ball. Who would do such uninteresting things at this time? We are still very young and have enough time to exchange it with Faust's devil to buy countless gold. , so never show your eagerness on your face!" Henkel pressed the cowboy hat that seemed to never leave his body on his chest, nodded slightly to Ling, and then exchanged greetings with Lu Mingfei.

Ling's strength in holding Lu Mingfei's arm suddenly became stronger. Although the girl's face was expressionless, there seemed to be a fleeting smile on her cold little face.

"I am very grateful to the Henkel family for being willing to respond to my call." Lu Mingfei nodded and said.

He carefully looked at the old man in front of him, whose calcium loss was so severe that his spine was curved. In comparison, Angers looked almost fifty years younger than Henkel.

It’s hard to imagine that they were actually figures from the same era, and Henkel almost killed Angers a hundred years ago.

After entering Kassel College, everyone told Lu Mingfei that their principal, Hilbert Jean Angers, was the greatest dragon slayer in the world. His achievements could be extended back 1,800 years. It is comparable to Saint George, and even compared to the Great Yi who killed nine pure-blooded people in Eastern legends 3,200 years ago. If there is anyone in the world who can completely end the age of dragons, then besides Angers, this person The general has no other choice.

But Lu Mingfei knew that even Ange would never expose his back to Henkel. He was a proud and powerful warrior. If he didn't do this, it must be because of the big deal. deficit.

In the depressed but vibrant American West at the beginning of the 20th century, Angers and Henkel had a legendary duel. The outcome of this duel is unknown, but Angers told Lu Mingfei that he could not win.

If you don’t win, you lose. It’s really unimaginable. A hundred years ago, Henkel could even defeat a man like Angers who could single-handedly make the entire Japan afraid to raise his head for decades. Today, he has already He is so old that it is difficult to even stand up straight.

And a hundred years later, the man he had defeated was still active at the forefront of dragon slaying. The flames of revenge in his chest were still burning, and he even wanted to burn every world of the Dragon Clan to ashes.

"You are a very good young man, and it just so happens that my children and I owe you a big, big favor." Henkel smiled.

"A big favor?"

"Don't underestimate the value that a next-generation species can bring to us. There are only a few dozen princes recorded in the entire history of the Dragon Clan. In the ancient Gods, Samson even ruled a vast land of more than 100,000 square kilometers along the Red Sea. . Before this, we have been at war with the Dragon Clan for thousands of years, and no one has ever brought the prince's body out of the burial ground. You are the only one who can use the purest concentration. Blood can be used to refine alchemy potions that can strengthen the bloodline, and can also reveal the deepest secrets of this ancient species through the analysis of dragon DNA."

Henkel glanced at his pocket watch and waved to the man not far away.

So the handsome waiter in a tuxedo carrying a silver tray trotted over to Lu Mingfei and Ling.

Henkel raised a glass of champagne from the silver tray, and Lu Mingfei did the same. The two looked at each other and smiled, then drank it down.

"You probably don't know yet, but the respected Beowulf family has stored the remains of a prince whose activity has not completely faded away in a secret ice cellar, so they can pass on the title of Dragon Blood Eater. A generation of Bellwulfs had swallowed poisonous dragon blood crystals when they were born. They withstood the impact of those manic powers and obtained bodies as powerful as those of us and Kassel Academy after receiving the golden holy liquid. I once wanted to pay a large price to obtain a very small amount of second-generation genetic samples from Beowulf's family, but was rejected. The Samson corpse you provided bridged this gap for the study of North American hybrids and Cassel College. "

The old man's expression was so kind that it was impossible to tell that he had once been an iron-blooded figure who had left a great reputation among the degenerate hybrids in the American West. Henkel put the cup back on the tray and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

"Besides, you carry the hope of this era on your shoulders. Angers always said that I am a shameless businessman, but a businessman may also be a heroic cowboy before becoming a businessman!"

Hengao walked away at a pace. Ling held Lu Mingfei's arm and quietly watched the old man's rickety back with Lu Mingfei. When he walked far away, groups of men in black immediately appeared from the shadows. Or pop up around the corner.

The waists of these people were bulging, and they obviously concealed dangerous weapons.

Even though Henkel and the North American hybrids it represents have been operating in Hokkaido for decades, these businessmen who have criticized Fang Qiu in the business world and even control the financial lifeline of some national financial institutions still have little regard for their activities in Japan. Safety is not assured.

"You are the center of attention here tonight. Even if we attend this event, it is just a temporary decision." Zero said lightly, "Why didn't you get me a glass of champagne just now?"

"Children can't drink." Lu Mingfei said, and then he saw the girl next to him giving her a murderous look, smiled coquettishly, and closed his mouth.

However, Lu Mingfei did not refute Ling's words.

Just as Her Royal Highness said, tonight they are the center of the place, with clouds and swords all around, but even if you are Mei Chaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng, Dugu Qiubai, or you are invincible, you still put away your swords and put on a flattering smile in front of the boy and girl who were a little silent after Han Gao left.

As long as you look carefully, you will find that everyone's eyes will intentionally or unintentionally pass by the position of Lu Mingfei and Ling, and then quickly look away.

The light does not shine on them, but they seem to be bathed in a majestic glow, and no one can ignore them.

Lu Mingfei will respond to those eyes with scrutiny and awe. His name is not only spread in the system of Kassel Academy, and there are few mixed-bloods in the world who don't know his face.

Ling's cold little face is still indifferent, her waist and back are straight, and her white and golden pupils scan, and will not stay on anyone's face, like Catherine examining her own subjects.

She was like a lone queen at the entrance of the palace, with the hazy sky behind her, and the majestic murderous intent flowed carelessly from her slender wrists, her bright platinum hair, and even her white face.

The little devil Lu Mingze once told Lu Mingfei that the center of a closed space is where the person who holds power is.

But he suddenly had a strange feeling that even if he was not here today, the girl next to him would still be the one who holds absolute power in this dance.

It seems that the noble Romanov family is definitely an unshakable ancient behemoth in the vast Russia, and even the North American mixed-bloods far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean will exert this emotion of awe on Zero, who represents this family.

Lu Mingfei no longer thought about it and cast his eyes on the bustling dance floor.

The young and beautiful girls in the dance floor had flying skirts, their slender heels stepped on the shiny marble floor, and their calves stretched out a graceful arc.

The men were well-dressed, all in black tuxedos and evening gowns, with their collars open to reveal luxurious embroidered white shirts, and thorny family crests on their chests. Some held lit cigars between their fingers, and the smoke from the cigars seemed to be stagnant in the air, kneaded into abstract devil images by the wind brought by the waiters as they walked.

In just a few months, Japan, a country that was once unknown in the mixed-race society, has become the center of a vortex that can sweep the entire world.

No wonder Lu Mingfei didn't see many North American mixed-race forces and institutions in Tokyo, nor did he see Henkel's people participating in the various activities organized by the college.

It turned out that these young people from famous families were all concentrated in Sapporo, the administrative center of Hokkaido.

Every family crest on the chest of the men was a behemoth that could be compared with the Gattuso family. Some were royal branches of the ancient Windsor dynasty, and some were noble dukes who once occupied the fertile land along the Seine River.

These nobles who had enjoyed fame and wealth in Europe followed the North American immigration wave set off by the Mayflower and went to the then wild new world, where they established themselves, greedily absorbing all nutrients like an insatiable hatred until they grew into towering trees that blocked out the sun.

"Since you're here, aren't you going to invite me to dance?" Ling raised her face to look at Lu Mingfei. This girl only showed the kind of delicate and innocent look that only girls have when facing this man, but it was only a flash.

"But the dance hasn't started yet..." Lu Mingfei hesitated a little.

This brother has been in the student union and the Dragon Blood Society, and has been struggling in the upper class of the student group for many years. He is no longer the fool who could step on the soles of his female partner's feet when dancing tango.

He also knew that as long as he and Ling stepped into the dance floor, the jazz band that had been paying attention to them would immediately hold a meeting and immediately change the song they were playing to dance music.

But would that be a bit too... coquettish?

The only person who could do such a showy thing in Kassel Academy was probably Caesar Gattuso.

Lu Mingfei had also thought that one day he would do something as glittering and showy as to burst out of the sky, but that was many years ago when he was studying at Shilan Middle School in another world...

"So is this an invitation?" Ling stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes." He said.

"Then dance waltz, can you?" Ling stretched out his right foot a little, and the silky evening dress skirt slid down along the girl's slender ankle, revealing her tight and graceful calves.

"This dress is not suitable for those dances with big movements." Ling said.

The waltz steps used for performances and competitions are amazingly tense and focus on visual experience, but few people can show waltz so vividly at such a dance.

"A little bit, someone taught me before." Lu Mingfei said honestly.

The person who taught him this dance was actually Isabel, Caesar's nominal ex-girlfriend, because they probably didn't have much skin contact, so it was called nominal.

At that time, Chairman Lu had just taken office, and he couldn't even dance at the inauguration ceremony. He could only sit in the main seat, eating melon seeds while rejecting the invitations of beautiful junior school girls one after another. Later, it was Isabel who eased his embarrassment and used a double waltz to make Lu Mingfei barely keep up with the tastes of the previous chairmen.

"Do you know Shostakovich?"

"I haven't heard of him, but he looks like a Ukrainian Red Army martyr..." Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed.

"He is not a Red Army martyr, but he is indeed a Soviet. In 1938, he created the "Second Waltz", which is known as a classic waltz. You may not be so skilled at the beginning. I will guide you." Ling blinked and showed a smile like an iceberg thawing.

Before Lu Mingfei spoke, Ling had already grabbed his hand, and the two of them stepped into the dance floor in the center of the hall.

The cocktail party had just begun, and no one was dancing yet. They seemed a little abrupt standing there. Everyone realized that something was going to happen, and the conductor of the jazz band looked in this direction.

Ling stretched out his right hand and opened his palm upwards. The conductor looked back as if he had suddenly realized something, and the music was immediately changed to dance music.

"They are all looking at us." Lu Mingfei lowered his voice.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, I'm worried about making a fool of myself."

"I'm here." Ling looked up at Lu Mingfei's face. She slowly tightened her belly and straightened her chest. Her petite figure under the evening dress was actually very graceful.

They were one body away from each other, facing each other. Lu Mingfei stepped out with his left foot and Ling stepped out with his right foot. The tips of their reflective leather shoes and shiny stiletto heels pointed at each other.

The crystal chandelier cast Lu Mingfei's shadow on Ling, and half of her plain white face was in the shadow.

But no one could deny that this girl was stunning, as perfect as a porcelain doll.

"No need to salute, just start." Ling said.

"Oh oh." Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

At this time, the girl had already held his left hand with her right hand and tiptoed forward with her right foot. Lu Mingfei was a beat slower in a trance, but he still kept up with the rhythm of Her Royal Highness. They were like lovers running towards each other, kissing and parting, kissing and parting again.

At some moments, the two people could smell each other's breath. Lu Mingfei could see that every eyelash of the girl in front of him was trembling slightly like the feathers of a young bird, and he could also smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the honeysuckle.

The white-gold eyes were originally covered with thick ice, but the ice seemed to melt in the elegant waltz, and there was a light of joy inside.

"Did you plan it in advance?"

"Well, I asked Han Gao to change the dance music to this." Ling answered casually. Lu Mingfei held his palms and raised his arms high, and Ling took his fingertips and rotated under the man's arms. After a week, she stepped out like a curtain in the wind. As the melody of the music changed, she turned around, and the ends of her hair jumped with clouds of smoke. She put her right hand into Lu Mingfei's left hand again, and Lu Mingfei took the opportunity to pull the girl into his arms.

"Why?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"You know."

"I still want to know why."

"Because I want to." Ling said, which was a bit unreasonable, but showed the rare arrogance and stubbornness of girls.

Lu Mingfei held the slender waist of the princess, while Ling put his hands on the man's shoulders.

The two stared into each other's eyes in the intersecting light, and suddenly laughed at the same time.

Lu Mingfei learned very quickly, and their dance steps began to seem to be taught by the same teacher, perfectly matching.

The music and the men and girls spinning on the dance floor attracted more and more people to approach.

"Are Lu Mingze and I the same person?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask this?"

"I want to know whether you like me or him."

"You." Ling said, but did not answer Lu Mingfei's question.

Lu Mingfei was shocked by the princess's calmness, and then his heart trembled slightly, like a bird pierced by a feather arrow.

"Someone told me that if you like someone, you should tell him, because you may all die tomorrow, and then you can't say it in your heart. I thought about it for a long time, and decided to tell you." Ling buried his head in Lu Mingfei's chest so that she could hear the man's heartbeat.

More and more people entered the dance floor, and the spinning figures slowly surrounded them...

——The man wearing the medieval doctor's crow mask walked in the shadow of the pillars and turned his head to look at the dance floor.

People in the entire hall gradually gathered to the edge of the dance floor, and even the old people who had not left their homes for decades were talking about the girl dancing on the dance floor and the young dragon-slaying hero.

The girl, who was as white as a transparent white, wore a long dance skirt, like a plain flower blooming in the center of the dance floor.

Two rows of pillars sandwiched a walkway. The pillars with gold plating and bas-reliefs on the base were very much in the heyday of the Byzantine style, and at the end of the 50-meter-long walkway was an exquisite marble fountain.

The hunched old man sat on a bench right in front of the fountain, supporting his collar with one hand and pressing the revolver with the other.

It was very quiet here, unlike other places.

Han Gao looked at the end of the alley, where was the dance floor, and he was waiting for Lu Mingfei to come.

But the old man didn't seem to see the man in front of him. His eyes fell on the crow-like mask and went straight through it.

From the angle of the mask, the old man looked like an ancient emperor sitting on the throne, and the man was an envoy who went through thousands of miles to meet him.

"Poor, mortals' schemes also want to deceive... the eyes of God." The man's voice was low and magnetic. He was here, but Han Gao couldn't see or hear him. Everything around him seemed to be still, even the sound was stretched.

He came to Han Gao, stared into the old man's drowsy and turbid eyes, and his surging spirit surged out.

"So that's it, you want to send the key out by boat..."

"My dear sister, you are traveling with her?"

"This is really an unexpected gain..."

"I hope there are enough Macallan on that ship..."

"Use strong liquor to bid farewell to the old times..." (End of this chapter)