Lion Heart Club: I am an S-class freshman with unlimited words and spirit.

Xia Mi looked at Lin Chen: “That was five hundred years ago!”

Lin Chen shook his head: “For you dragons, five hundred years is just a blink of an eye!”

“But for you humans, five hundred years has been a long time, will anyone look for these through the clues of five hundred years ago?”

“Of course there will be. Lin Chen affirmed, “There is little information about dragons, and people are good at finding clues from history, just like the king of bronze and fire, the dragon king Norton was born thousands of years ago, assisted a king, and even left a name in history.” ”

“So what to do?”

Lin Chen thought for a while: “The explosion of Wang Gong Factory is an unsolved mystery, and there are very few records that can be left behind, as long as you find this record first!”

“Sounds like finding a needle in a haystack!”

Lin Chen smiled slightly: “That’s not necessarily!”

……

North City.

Chengxi Hutong.

In the deepest part of the alley, an old ~ shop with simple decoration.

There was a royal blue curtain hanging outside the shop, and the counter was empty over.

It stands to reason that in such a remote place, there should not be a storefront.

But this antique shop is open here.

Mai Shutoku stood outside the shop, looking at the shabby sign on the door.

“Fenglong Hall”.

Mai Jiu De stepped on dark high heels, dressed in black, opened the door curtain and walked in.

The shop was small, with shelves and wooden boxes on display, and when the sunlight came in through the window, it created the effect of Tyndall, and the dust was suspended in the hazy sunlight.

Mai Shutoku spun around in a slow circle, smelling the sandalwood in the air while admiring the contents of the shelves.

Tang Sancai, old porcelain, ancient books, pen, ink, paper and ink, and even some bluffing bronzes.

It’s just a pity that it’s all fakes.

When Mai Shutoku turned around, the boss was already standing on the edge of the counter.

The boss was wearing a shirt made of bamboo cloth, a birdcage in his left hand, and a pair of lion heads coiled in his right hand.

If it weren’t for that iconic Norse face, Mai Shutoku would really think it’s an old North City man.

“Mr. Lin Fenglong?” asked Mai Shutoku.

“I am!” the boss hung the birdcage high and inside was a beautiful budgie, “Are you long-legged?”

This is not because the boss is an old color horse, and as soon as he comes in, he pays attention to the figure of Mai Jiu De, although Mai Jiu De’s long legs can’t hide it at all.

Mai Shutoku registered an account on the hunter website, and the ID of the account is long legs.

Under Lin Chen’s guidance, Mai Jiu De and this boss named Lin Fenglong.

“Please sit. The boss led Mai Jiu De to sit down and opened the Tie Guanyin on the tea table.

This old man with a Nordic face skillfully boiled water to make tea, brewed and washed it in one go, and finally delivered the steamy tea to Mai Shutoku.

Mai Jiu De looked at the clear tea in front of him, the clear tea was full of greenery, it was indeed a good good.

“Two million knives, buy that message of yours.” ”

The boss squinted his eyes, and the folds piled from the apple muscle to the corner of his eye: “Although there are also spendthrift people among the hunters, your price is really outrageously high!”

Mai Jiu De held the teacup: “That may not be clear to me, I mean, buy out your news!”

The boss also sipped the tea slowly: “It’s a deal that can’t make you refuse, are you planning to enjoy it exclusively?”

“As a seller, how the buyer uses it should have nothing to do with you!”

The boss shook his head: “This is not an ordinary thing, there is news of the Dragon King hidden inside, but I don’t even know who you are.” ”

Mai Jiu De took a sip of tea, and then looked directly into the boss’s eyes: “But I know who you are!”

The boss’s hand paused, and then continued to drink tea: “Is it?”

Mai Jiu De said in a cold tone: “There are very few people in the world who know your ID card, but I am one of them.” ”

“Young man, you should be able to know by looking at my age, am I a dying person, and my identity is still so important to me?”

“It is said that there will be two real deaths, once the death of life and once forgotten by all, and you can die, but your old friend Ange is still looking for you. Mai said softly, “Mr. Friedrich von Long.” ”

Friedrich von Long.

A member of the Secret Party, he was once a partner of Menek Cassel and Ciribert Jean Ange.

It was one of the first members of the Lionhearts.

In the midst of the famous Summer Mourning Event, a Lionheart event was held at the Cassel estate.

Lu Shanyan, a member of the Lionheart Club, traded a coffin from a flower planter, which contained the corpse of a purebred dragon.

But during the dissection, the body of the dragon king was resurrected and wreaked havoc in the Cassel manor.

Lionhearts were killed and wounded.

And Ange wasn’t the only one alive.

Friedrich von Long, also the survivor of that tragedy!

At that time, as the head of the flower planter in the society, he retired after surviving, apparently knowing some secrets.

It is such a secret that has made him dare not appear in the world in the past hundred years, nor dare to face Ange!

The boss’s face sank: “Who are you, who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am, in fact, I don’t care who you are. “I’m just proving to you that I’m fully capable of enjoying this news exclusively, and if I’m not happy with the price, I can add it to five million, five million knives, compared to the fakes in your house, enough to make you live a good life for the rest of your life.” ”

The boss slowly put down the teacup, he raised his head and took a long breath, trying to calm himself.

“No matter who you are, I want someone who knows my name until you!” the boss said softly, “I can trade with you, but the transaction also includes hiding my identity!”

“No problem!” Mai Shutoku tapped the table, “Your news is about the dragon, my news is about you, and it comes with five million knives, I think you should have earned!”

The boss was silent for a moment, turned around, put his finger into the green brick wall behind him, and then took out a brick and felt out a booklet wrapped in blue cloth from it.

The pamphlet was yellowed and looked some years old, with the words “Heaven Change Mansion” resting on the cover.

“This is a manuscript from the last dynasty. The boss said softly, “The one that recorded five hundred years ago… Wang Gong Factory exploded people!”.