Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

72 degrees north latitude, Arctic Ocean, Greenland Sea, Svalbard Islands.

From here to the north is the polar region. Svalbard means cold shore in Norwegian. It is one of the closest inhabited places on the planet to the North Pole. It belongs to Norway in terms of sovereignty, but in 1925, Duan Qirui, then Prime Minister of the Beiyang Government of China, sent a special envoy to Paris, France to sign the Svalbard Treaty on behalf of the Chinese government.

The agreement is valid for a long time, granting all Chinese citizens the right to enter and exit the area freely and engage in any non-military activities on the island without a visa. Chinese citizens can enter the area without a visa with valid travel documents, and reside here for a long time, engage in legitimate study, work and production and business activities without applying for a license from any country or regional government.

It was the polar night of winter. The Arctic cruise ships full of tourists in midsummer had long disappeared. Even the largest ports were in a semi-closed state recently. The scientific research stations from all over the world dotted on the north coast of the Svalbard Islands did not know what the news was, and fully armed soldiers began to enter one after another.

The dark polar night is like a huge iron pot upside down above the capital of Longyearbyen. The small gingerbread houses on both sides of the deserted and quiet streets are all lit up. The dim light shines through the hazy ice crystals on the window glass and falls on the snow on the roadside and treetops. There is still a huge Christmas tree standing on the corner of the street, and the LED lights are still flashing, but there are no gifts in the socks.

At this time of year, flowers cannot be seen blooming in high latitudes. This year, the Arctic poppies on the Svalbard Islands are blooming in clusters. The beautiful scenery of the flower fields blooming in the snow attracts young people from all over Northern Europe. But meteorologists are confused by the abnormal pollination phenomenon. Some people think that this is a sign that the earth is entering the next geological cycle. The magnetic pole reversal and plate movement, geothermal heat influx into the earth's crust, make the underground of the extremely cold place warm like spring.

In the silent night, only the sound of some heavy metal rock music still seeped out from the crack of the door of the Public Bar. This is the loneliness of Norway and Iceland. You can only feel that you are still alive in this world when you drink a lot of vodka.

Less than one kilometer away from the only bar in Longyearbyen, the port lighthouse is rotating a bright xenon lamp, and the sharp beam of light is like a sword cutting the darkness on the frozen sea.

Occasionally, the gas lamp of the lighthouse sweeps across the edge of the coast. In the distance, floating ice is floating on the dark sea, and the hurricane rolls up the terrifying sea fog. Few people dare to go out to sea in such weather. Ancient fishermen believed that there would always be sirens sitting on the floating ice in the sea fog, who would seduce boatmen with their singing.

The pale light left a circular spot in the sea fog. Suddenly, there was a mottled fierce light in the depths of the fog, which was refracted by the condensed water vapor, but there was silence in the communication channel.

It turned out to be a large ship sailing in the Arctic Ocean in the polar night, with bright lights. The black side of the ship, like an iron wall, swept away the floating ice, and the German word "Imaer" painted in white paint on the side could be vaguely seen. This is an unregistered German icebreaker. It was launched in 1995. It is said that the main body of the ship is the legacy left by the Second German Empire. A well-funded shipbuilding company acquired it and completed the remaining construction work. And its hull number comes from the world's first diesel-electric icebreaker "Imaer" built by Sweden in 1933.

It is said that the shipyard is not well-known internationally, and its boss is not German but Chinese. Before designing and completing this icebreaker, the madman rejected 17 design plans from the world's best shipbuilding experts in a row, until someone proposed to dismantle the diesel-electric power unit and use two heavy water reactors to provide this thing with inexhaustible power.

In other words, it is powered by nuclear power like the Yamal, and is an isolated island that can float in this extremely cold ocean for dozens or hundreds of years without sinking.

At this time, the ship is like a ghost, crossing the Greenland Sea silently and heading towards the depths of the Arctic Ocean. Its departure point is Oslo, but no one knows where the Imael will eventually go.

The waves wrapped in floating ice hit the side of the ship with a thunderous roar; the surging sea fog carries tiny salt particles, which are like countless blades, and can instantly cut ordinary people exposed to this air with bruises in the whistling sea breeze.

In such bad weather, there are still people standing on the deck of the Imael. He looks like a child, wearing thick winter clothes and a bearskin hat on his head. The pupils under the windproof glasses reflect the light spots projected by the distant lighthouse.

He stood on the bow that bulged like a mountain, with white steam all around him. If you get close to him, you will find that the severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero does not seem to have any effect on the child's surroundings. There is not even any ice on the deck of the Imael near him. The brine mixed with salt particles flows like a flood on the street in the rainy season. It will soon be frozen into a group of snake-like ice if it flows a short distance.

Constantine stood there without saying a word until the Imael finally left the Svalbard Islands. Even the shadow of the land behind them has completely disappeared.

At this time, a slight cracking sound came from behind him, like the sound of ice cracking when footsteps stepped on the ice that had not yet frozen stiff.

The door to the cabin was opened from the inside, and white steam squeezed out, forming a warm area on the deck in a short time.

She was a girl in her early twenties, wearing only a thin silk nightgown in such a temperature. Her shoulders and slender legs were as clean and hard as jade, with a hint of pink in the white. She saw Constantine at the front of the deck turning his head and waved to greet him, holding a clearly heated sake in his hand.

When the girl approached Constantine, she could smell a faint cypress scent.

It was a completely different smell from the other sisters, cold and hard. When you smelled it, it was like seeing a real person, a girl with some heroic spirit.

"You are the most special person I have seen in all these years, different from everyone else." The girl leaned against the railing of the deck, and the warm airflow around Constantine made her shudder with comfort. At this time, standing in the range that the signal light could barely illuminate, she could see clearly that she actually had quite charming silver-white long hair.

"Regile, you are also special, not a pure human." Constantine said in a muffled voice. The girl was 173 cm tall after putting on rabbit slippers. It was difficult for him to talk to someone of this height, after all, he had to look up. "The chefs hired by my senior brother should be preparing for today's midnight snack, right? Why are you here?"

Nominally, this ship belongs to Lu Mingfei, but it actually comes from a black gold swan that dominates Wall Street.

When the Imael docked inside the port of Oslo with a roaring whistle, the chefs, maids and mercenaries who were said to be absolutely trustworthy were already on standby in the cabin of this steel behemoth.

Su Enxi undoubtedly obeyed the little devil, and the time when the Imael departed from the German port to Norway can even be traced back to July last year. In other words, long before Lu Mingfei even arrived in Tokyo, Lu Mingze had already thought that he or someone trustworthy around him would appear in Oslo one day in the future, and would definitely use a large ship that could sail on the Arctic Ocean in winter.

Lu Mingze said that he was not an omniscient god, but this kind of foresight still made people shudder.

"I am very uneasy. The closer I get to the north, the stronger this feeling of uneasiness becomes. But when I am with you, all the negative emotions will be temporarily dispelled." The girl's long hair was blown up by the wind, and her silver-gray pupils were shining with star-like light. "To be honest, when I was found by you in the city, I actually wanted to escape. Vincent also led people around the world to catch me like this before."

"But why didn't you run away?" Constantine asked. He is worthy of being one of the twins of the King of Bronze and Fire. Even if he has lost his power, he can still rely on his own aura to affect the fluctuations of the elements. There is a whistling cold wind in all directions, but his side is calm and warm like spring.

In the northern polar night, you can see the aurora deep in the hazy fog swaying at the end of the world like a goddess' skirt. The inky cirrostratus clouds are being swept to the south by the strong wind. The snow on the sea surface is rolled up like a white sandstorm. Every porthole of the Imer is spewing out blazing flames, as if the whole ship is on fire. Constantine raised his face slightly, took off his windproof glasses, revealing a delicate face like a girl, and the pale nictitating membrane flashed in his dark eyes. After the nictitating membrane turned over, the pupil stretched and brightened, and golden light penetrated from the vertical pupil.

A huge shadow overwhelmed the Imael, but the blizzard raging in the Greenland Sea was forced to split to both sides when facing the icebreaker, just like encountering a mountain torrent. The wind with a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, wrapped in extremely cold air and sharp ice crystals, brushed past the Imael. Rigid Reeves heard the piercing scream of metal friction, and suddenly felt her teeth ache.

Constantine put on his windproof glasses again and smiled shyly at Regirev: "Sister, you don't look scared."

"When I was escaping from the Yamal, I encountered an intruder. With his help, I was able to leave the ship smoothly." Regirev's tone was careless, and she didn't care about what happened just now, as if someone had just done something insignificant to her. "That Chen Motong, you call her Nono, right? He told me that her name is among the people I can trust. And I feel comfortable staying with her, just like staying with you."

Nono found Regirev in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland. When she was first found, the girl was in the police station pretending to be a tourist from Louisiana. Regirev claimed that she had lost her passport and wallet, and hoped that the local government could provide a temporary house and a meal to fill her stomach.

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Perhaps because of Rigirev's outstanding appearance and the fact that the information verified by the US Embassy did have the entry and exit records of the pseudonym she provided at the Icelandic customs, the local government actually provided her with accommodation and food as she requested, and prepared to contact her family to send her back to the United States.

The person who sneaked into the Yamal to help Rigirev was Professor Mance, who had been investigating Odin, Twilight Dogma and Thule, and finally locked on Rigirev must have important significance for the Thule organization.

Professor Mance was one of the few survivors of the Odin encounter in Kuimen, Three Gorges. But compared to the relatively lucky Selma and Jude Aki, Mance's body suffered a serious injury that was difficult to heal. Almost half of his limbs were replaced with prosthetic limbs, and one of his eyeballs was also peeled off and replaced with an electronic prosthetic eye.

This physical condition was not suitable for infiltration missions, but it is said that a contemporary greatest alchemist who did not want to reveal his name used ancient and nearly lost technology to create a set of alchemical biological prostheses for Professor Mans. The raw materials of this set of prostheses are the bones and scales of the second-generation species hunted by Lu Mingfei in the Three Gorges, combined with the ancient alchemy techniques from the Bronze City. It can almost completely fit the user and greatly increase Professor Mans's bloodline and words. However, the cost of forging such a set of prostheses is too high to be mass-produced.

"So just because of such simple trust, you followed us on this ship to the Arctic?" Constantine said, pushing open the door to the cabin, as if the time he had just been on the deck to take a walk was to wait for this sudden blizzard.

Rigirev followed Constantine step by step, holding her cheek, holding the bottle of heated sake in her hand, but it seemed that the child had no intention of having a drink with her in the climate of dozens of degrees below zero.

"Even if I say I don't want to come, can you let me go?" The girl looked aggrieved. If any other man stood here, he would probably be confused by her weakness, but Constantine was not so interested in women.

To be precise, he probably hasn't entered puberty yet.

But Constantine did answer seriously, "If you really don't want to be with us, Senior Sister will probably find a way to send you to China." He said.

In his opinion, Lu Mingfei was probably the most reliable guy in the world. With Constantine's still very simple mind, it was difficult to figure out what role Regislev played in the Far North and Odin's conspiracy, but he knew that this girl was very important to Nono. When he found her, Nono seemed to be relieved, and it was like the kind of surprise that was hard to conceal when he bought a lottery ticket and won five million.

"What? Why China?" Regislev didn't react for a while.

She had read the world geography in the library of the Yamal and knew that it was a country at a low latitude. From the map, it seemed that the land area was very large. (End of this chapter)