Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

On the exclusive platform of the Moscow Railway Station that serves only Bunin, the marble floor is as bright as a mirror, reflecting the three slender figures under the glow.

Lu Mingfei traveled all the way from BJ to Moscow and stayed in this city for a full half month. Today was finally the time for him to set off.

After getting up early, the chef of Elizabeth Palace prepared a Chinese breakfast for them. After breakfast, the driver drove the silver Rolls-Royce Phantom, crushing the fallen leaves in the traffic. It was clearly a huge steel monster, but it was as agile as a swimming fish. It was not stopped by the congested traffic at all and arrived early at this century-old building standing on the banks of the Volga River.

In the distance, the railway tracks gradually disappeared into the darkness, winding their way to the bottom of the platform. The dim street lights made the tracks appear dark and heavy.

Lu Mingfei, with a specially made mountaineering bag on his back and a black aluminum alloy box in his hands, stood silently on the edge of the platform, staring at the direction where a distant train might arrive. He said nothing, but his whole body exuded coldness, but in fact his body temperature was frighteningly high.

That kind of coldness is probably the kind of indifference that keeps people away from you.

The backpack was made of special materials, which were said to be resistant to both high temperatures and friction, making it perfect for Lu Mingfei. The backpack he used to carry the seven deadly sins was made of ordinary nylon cloth, which would be reduced to ashes in a slightly more intense battle.

The aluminum alloy box in his hand was a multi-purpose tool box that Su Enxi imitated based on the equipment box provided by the Equipment Department of Kassel College to the Executive Department's specialists. In addition to the necessary antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, it also contained a modified Remington sniper rifle. When needed, Lu Mingfei could reassemble it in just a few minutes.

The bullets are alchemical armor-piercing bullets enchanted using alchemy and tempered with mercury.

Lu Mingfei, who is about to embark on the journey, can be said to be armed to the teeth. Carrying the seven deadly sins and the weapon box, he can even wipe out an entire hunting team of the executive department without using violent blood.

But for some unknown reason, neither Her Royal Highness the Princess nor Sister Mai came to see Lu Mingfei off. Susie and Christina, who had been living in Carlominster Manor all this time, seemed to be completely unaware of it.

Eiry was wearing a dark purple cashmere coat, the ends of the scarf around her neck fluttering in the wind. She hid her chin in the scarf and took a step forward to the edge of the platform, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Mingfei. The wind coming from deep in the rails made her look like a swaying purple wild raspberry.

The sharp car lights tore through the darkness covering the railroad tracks under the bridge. Lu Mingfei's body suddenly shook. With the faint light, he saw an old man with a shabby figure waving at him on the opposite side of the platform.

He was wearing a black robe, his hair and eyebrows were gray, and the skin on his face had deep wrinkles due to aging.

It turned out to be Beowulf, who had left a great reputation even in the entire history of the Secret Party. He was one of the most powerful half-bloods in Europe and an elder who held ultimate power.

Across the foggy darkness, Beowulf was smiling and waving at Lu Mingfei, with his followers standing behind him like a black wall.

Lu Mingfei immediately guessed that the person sent by the academy to hunt him down was the old man who inherited the titles of Beowulf and Dragonblood.

He was neither a commissioner nor a beheader, and he never even left his number in the executive department. In that turbulent era, Angers was an absolute radical, while many elders were true conservatives.

While Hilbert's Kassel Academy was formed and the executive department sent its own specialists to set up branches around the world and gradually suppressed the out-of-control dragon resurrection incident, old men like Beowulf were still sending or leading their own hunting teams to walk on the brink of life and death, just like hundreds of years ago, to kill the resurrected dragons again.

It was 7:55 a.m. Moscow time. The platform, which was open only to Bunin and his distinguished guests, was empty. The silver-polished tracks crisscrossed in the distance like a group of steel snakes.

There was no dispatcher in the empty dispatch room. Artificial intelligence independent of the Internet controlled all the dispatching work here. The lonely signal lights switched between red and green in the darkness.

There are neither the iron-clad mercenary girls of the Elizabeth Palace nor the elite guards of the Karominsk Manor. Due to Bunin's sometimes demand for the transportation of prohibited items, not even a single armed policeman can be found. This is the best time for the academy to launch its first formal attack.

Eiry put her hands in her pockets and looked at Beowulf and the expressionless men behind him across the platform together with Lu Mingfei.

Compared to Su Xiaoqiang, who is still ignorant of everything in this dark society, the little monster is also inexperienced, but after all, she once visited the self-proclaimed integrated social system in Tokyo as the eldest princess of the Japanese underworld.

She didn't know who was a good guy and who was a bad guy, but she could tell who was a thug and who was a desperado who was willing to risk his life.

Crow and Yasha were probably the men she had come into contact with the most besides Minamoto no Chisei and Tachibana Masamune. They were servile in front of her brother, but Eri could see the glimmer of cruelty in their eyes.

Some people talk to you politely in a suit and tie, but the next second they step on your face with crocodile leather shoes and make you bite the corner of the wooden table to break your teeth.

This is the temperament of a thug. Su Xiaoqiang has not yet developed such a vision, but Hui Liyi can recognize it at a glance.

The men behind Beowulf did not seem to come from an organization like the executive department, which had a relatively loose management. Instead, they looked more like they were from the army. They looked cold and hard just standing there, making it difficult for people to approach them.

A beast-like roar echoed on the empty platform. It was the whistle of the train that had just torn through the darkness as it entered the station. Lu Mingfei's tense heart relaxed a little.

Beowulf is a dragon slayer who will stop at nothing, but at the same time he is also a knight like Gilbert Jean Ange who regards honor as everything. To this day, the glorious deeds of this old man a hundred years ago are still circulating in Europe. He and his brothers tracked down the seriously injured dragon across half of Northern Europe, killed the dragon in the wilderness, and then drank the hot dragon's blood together.

He probably appeared here not to prepare to use hypersonic shells to blow Lu Mingfei and the entire Moscow Railway Station to the sky, but just to tell Lu Mingfei unscrupulously, I'm here.

Otherwise, given Beowulf's style, it shouldn't be this old guy who appears here at this time, but a time bomb that can destroy the entire platform.

Lu Mingfei and Eiry could only look at the old man for a few seconds, because then a high-speed train roared past them and stopped at the end of the platform.

Those turned out to be several luxurious carriages pulled by steam locomotives. They entered the station with strong winds and heavy snow, and thick clouds of steam instantly swept across the entire platform.

"Are you leaving?" Eri asked.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "Just like Eri in the past always wanted to leave Genji Heavy Industries, finding answers to certain questions is also my obsession." He hesitated for a moment and rolled up the sleeve of his left wrist. On that arm was tied the crescent-shaped white blade, the Murasakibara sword that could change its shape at will.

It is known as the sharpest blade in the world, capable of cutting through everything. Even the Yamata no Orochi will eventually fall under Susanoo's Murakumo sword.

Lu Mingfei took down Ame no Murakami and handed it to Eri.

The thin and sharp dagger fell into the girl's hand like a silver snake. Eri shook her wrist and the sword immediately tore through the air, making a slight buzzing sound.

It seemed to come alive, and Ama Murasaki was emitting some kind of joyful emotion.

Obviously, it is more suitable to be placed in Eri's hands than in Lu Mingfei's hands.

Lu Mingfei is good at using the short-arc sword, so Ame Murakami in his hands becomes a standard short-arc sword. Eri is good at using the samurai sword, so this sharp sword taken from the tailbone of the Yamata no Orochi becomes a standard samurai sword in her hands.

"The name of this sword is Tian Congyun. In the myth, Susanoo got the Yamata no Orochi drunk and took out this sword from its tailbone. He then used it to cut off all the heads of the Yamata no Orochi." Lu Mingfei pinched Eri's cheek and smiled. "The snake that escaped from the Well of Corpses to the Red Well was Susanoo. I found this sword in its tailbone. You carry it with you, and use this sword to cut off anyone who wants to hurt you."

"I don't want to kill anyone anymore," Eri said. "I used to be very lonely, and everyone I talked to died. Now it's fine, I can talk and sing, and no one will die."

The two people's foreheads touched each other. Eri smelled the strong masculine scent on Lu Mingfei, and her cheeks blushed slightly. A charming and cold shadow slowly awakened in her eyes, and then returned to silence again.

"Protect yourself and the little angel, and wait for me to come back." Lu Mingfei said.

"Yeah." Eri nodded heavily.

Su Xiaoqiang leaned on the mirror-smooth bench next to her. Her face was vaguely visible in the steam cloud, but her pupils still revealed reluctance.

"You too, little angel." Lu Mingfei let go of Eri, came to Su Xiaoqiang, tilted his head, and then reached out to pinch the little angel's wrist. "I don't know whether Norton is dead or asleep, or has left your body, but you now have a powerful force, which is enough for you to protect yourself."

"I know." Su Xiaoqiang shrugged, "Your friend is here."

Lu Mingfei looked back and saw a bloated man like a brown bear leaning against a support column on the platform where a train was parked in the distance. He was surrounded by steam and the cigarette flickered between his fingertips.

It's Bunin.

Looking again, Beowulf, who had just been standing opposite the platform, had disappeared.

But Lu Mingfei knew that he would be unable to sleep or eat for a long time. The academy would not take action against him in Moscow, but once this luxury train entered Siberia, the war would be a fight to the death.

Lu Mingfei looked back for the last time, and the light reflected on the pale faces of Hui Liyi and Su Xiaoqiang, like the color of a cold moon.

With the blessing of dragon blood, they are breathtakingly beautiful and breathtakingly cold.

Before boarding the train, Bunin took a curious look at the mountaineering bag behind Lu Mingfei and the aluminum alloy box in his hand.

"Some weapons. After all, the place I'm going to is a dangerous place. Even if General Vatutin helps us get a pass to enter the special military restricted area, there will always be other things that will hinder us." Lu Mingfei picked up the aluminum alloy box and shook it in front of himself and Bunin. "It's just a Remington sniper rifle. It shouldn't be a big deal in the eyes of Mr. Bunin, who controls the largest outsourcing order of the Ministry of Defense, right?"

"In fact, I'm more surprised that you only brought so little." Bunin smiled and extinguished his cigarette on the wall, flicking the remaining cigarette into the snow with his fingers. "My train is armed with onboard heavy machine guns and hypersonic shells. The roof of the last carriage can be opened through a pneumatic system. When fully unfolded, it becomes a helipad with a light armed helicopter parked on it that can accommodate people taking off and landing... To be honest, as an arms dealer, Mr. Lu, you are not familiar with how low our bottom line is."

Lu Mingfei waved goodbye to Eri and Su Xiaoqiang, and stepped into the giant beast that was winding on the rails like a black snake. He seemed to leave without any regrets, and asked as he walked, "What is our journey like?"

"Let's go to Lake Baikal first, and we'll pick up some friends along the way... They are all descendants of powerful people, and they will be the best umbrella for this train." Bunin said, "To be honest, I don't participate in party struggles, but I hold the economic lifeline of some guys in my hands... Some people in the government want me to die. So every time I go to Siberia, there will be a whole bunch of Gru special forces following me, and some people hope that I will be alive and well, so those Gru special forces can never get orders from their superiors to fire at us."

Lu Mingfei was not interested in these things. He nodded and began to look around the environment in the carriage.

Unexpectedly, the decoration here is 40% similar to that of Elizabeth Palace, with large portrait murals, religious carvings covering the entire dome, and the floor is covered with fine lambskin. Every decoration in the corner is enough to cause a sensation in the collecting world.

The train trembled as it moved forward. Lu Mingfei stood by the window and looked at the platform. The shadows of Su Xiaoqiang and Eri were getting farther and farther away until they finally disappeared from his sight.

"How long will this trip take? I mean until we reach the final destination." Lu Mingfei asked.

After taking this step, Lu Mingfei was surprisingly calm. He looked at Buning, and Buning took him to the rest carriage.

"It will take at least twenty days to reach the end of the Trans-Siberian Railway, and then we can rely on snowmobiles to continue moving forward, but there will be little help I can provide you after leaving the tracks." Bunin said. He pushed open the door, but Lu Mingfei did not take a step, he was just stunned.

No wonder the decoration here is so similar to Elizabeth Palace.

Her Royal Highness was at her ease, having been waiting in the carriage for a long time. (End of this chapter)