Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 234 Others are up to no good by biting a lighter, and you're resurrecting the White King?

Yorozuya is having a great opening, but it's clear that business won't be booming anytime soon.

After all, what respectable person would open a shop above a host club?

If you want to place a request, you have to visit the best host club in Tokyo first. If it's a woman who goes in, it's fine, but if it's a man, then everyone will look at him strangely when he comes out.

Oh, did you just sell a ditch, or are you about to sell a ditch, or did you buy one?

Hey...

The Takamagahara nightclub was deserted, but Tamamo-no-Mae, another top club in Tokyo, was putting on an act of entertaining important guests.

The world's strongest dragon slayer, the man who once single-handedly overwhelmed the entire Serpent Clan—Hilbert Jean Angers!

he came!

It was the familiar Narita Airport again, and it was still the people from Kassel College who came, but compared to the cold reception given to Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Fingel last time, the treatment given by the Snake Clan this time was nothing short of luxurious.

The Inuyama family's second-in-command changed into his most formal attire and, accompanied by thirty burly men in black suits, lined up and bowed to welcome Principal Angers for his guidance.

Then a Maybach led the way, followed by a line of black Mercedes-Benzes. The impressive convoy dominated the city, with no cars daring to approach in adjacent lanes, and not even one attempting to overtake.

The convoy traveled without hindrance and soon arrived at Tokyo's most luxurious club.

Yoshitaka Hasegawa led the way, explaining the Inuyama family's most luxurious properties to the principal, who hadn't visited Japan in over half a century.

However, Angers remained indifferent, seemingly ignoring the scantily clad golden dancers on the first floor and the equally scantily clad geishas on the second floor.

In his youth, he was a playboy, and even in his old age, he still enjoys appreciating beautiful things. But in his heart, the greatest thing that always comes first is the great cause of slaying dragons.

At this moment, a dragon king from ancient times, who once rivaled the Black Emperor, is waiting to be revived at the bottom of the sea in Japan. How could he possibly have the leisure to appreciate such trivial matters?

The dancers and musicians played their hearts out, but they couldn't get any extra attention from the headmaster. He went straight to the third floor and stood facing the old man in a dark blue kimono with a slightly pale face.

"Principal, it's been at least sixty years since we last met, hasn't it?"

Inuyama He bowed slightly, his face respectful: "You still look so young!"

Years later, compared to how he remembered him, Angers was only a little more wrinkled and his hair a little whiter. His eyes were still as proud and aloof as when he landed on the island alone and trampled the entire Snake Clan under his feet, like a lion that would never grow old.

As Angers looked at his students, whose hair had turned gray and who were no longer young, his sense of urgency paused slightly, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes:
"You look much older and weaker."

After saying this, a smile finally appeared on his face. He glanced at the pretty girls around him, dressed in their finest attire, and spoke with a hint of teasing:

"Have you been so busy pimping all these years that you neglected to hone your swordsmanship, allowing yourself to be overtaken by newcomers?"

Angers had experienced countless wars throughout his life, so the injuries on Inuyama He's body were naturally impossible to hide from him.

Although he could still receive messages from the academy while on the plane, the Snake Clan had effectively broken free from the control of Kassel College last night. Norma lost access to the Japanese branch, and Princess Kaguya had also proactively blocked access channels from Kassel College, so she knew very little about the situation here.

Therefore, at this moment, Angers had no idea what a big deal had happened at the Japanese branch after Fingel and his men escaped last night.

Not only was the stronghold of the Demon Clan destroyed, but the head of the head of the Snake Clan was also taken away.

In response, Inuyama He could only smile wryly: "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and not every front wave is as sturdy as you, Principal."

Angers raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this: "The one who injured you was a young man? Which family's junior is so bold?"

In order to completely subdue the Snake Clan, he spent several years in Japan and gained some understanding of this ancient and conservative family.

In the Snake Clan, subservience is absolutely forbidden. The clan head stands at the pinnacle of the family, and even the patriarch cannot deliberately humiliate him. Other clan members of slightly lower status will be slapped for the slightest disrespect, and in more serious cases, they will have to cut off a finger as an apology.

"Could it be your youngest executive director?"

He read the information Fingel sent back last night as soon as possible, and he also understood the slightly unclear parts when the kid sent back the information a second time. He knew that Genji was the current emperor of the Snake Clan.

Like the guy he beat to a pulp back then, he is a super strongman standing at the pinnacle of hybrid races.

If it were the Emperor, he could indeed injure Inuyama He, who also possesses the power of extremely fast incantations.

However, Inuyama He shook his head: "It wasn't the head of the Minamoto family; someone else injured me."

There was no further conversation at that point, after all, one of the "children of Nancun who bullied me because I was old and weak" was the next president of the Lionheart Society.

If the principal found out that his powerful attack was almost caught by a freshman, he'd probably unbuckle his belt and whip him.

The Japanese-style room at the end of the corridor was not the one that had previously hosted Lu Mingfei and the others, but a more elegant and simple room decorated only with girlish elements.

These girls were all dressed in black school uniforms and white shirts, and were so beautiful that they could almost rival the young girls at Kassel College, which suited Angers' taste perfectly.

Inuyama He glanced at the beautiful young women and nodded secretly. Previously, one of them had become a traitor, directly offending the biggest creditor of the Snake Clan.

Now, to entertain the principal, he specially had them re-examined to ensure there would be no more problems before allowing them to sit and serve, so as not to provoke the most formidable old lion in the world.

With the help of a young girl, Angers lit a cigar, blew out a puff of blue smoke, and his gaze fell on the young man across the long table.

"This is Mr. Shio Miyamoto, the head of the Miyamoto family," Inuyama He introduced him.

"Class of '95, Kassel College, Department of Practical Alchemy, I have met the Principal." Miyamoto Shigeo bowed deeply while seated.

“I remember you. You came to my office for afternoon tea and even received the principal’s scholarship.” Angers tapped his cigarette ash, and the girl who lit it for him held it in her jade-like hands. Power and authority were embodied in that moment.

"The main campus wanted to keep you on as a faculty member, but you insisted on returning to the Snake Clan to serve as the director of the Ganryu Research Institute under the Japanese branch. You also led the creation of the second super artificial intelligence. I must say, you are truly a talent."

"The principal is too kind." Miyamoto Shigeo adjusted his glasses, intending to say something modest, but then Angers retorted:
"It's a pity that someone so young spends all his time hanging out with a bunch of gangsters. How can he possibly do good research like that?"

Look at your predecessor, a dignified branch manager in Japan, who was severely injured in a yakuza conflict and can't even get out of bed.

These words created an awkward atmosphere, and Inuyama He, as the former top henchman of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, quickly changed the subject:
"Principal, let me introduce you to my daughters. They are my most precious collection."

As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful young women, each with their own unique charm, stood up and wanted to walk up to Angers so he could admire them one by one. However, Angers simply shook his cigar: "Ah, beautiful girls can be seen anytime. Let's talk about romance after we've dealt with what's under the sea."

Upon hearing this, Inuyama He's expression changed slightly, but he still didn't say anything. He waved to signal the uneasy girls to leave quietly, leaving only Inuyama He's two favorite goddaughters to serve tea and wine.

"The principal's presence must be for Takamagahara," Inuyama He said, holding his wine glass with a calm gaze.

“A dragon slayer like you shouldn’t care if your employees submit their resignation letters.”

Angers raised his glass, the rim slightly above Inuyama's, and with a light tap, drank the chilled liquor.

"The Japanese branch is under the management of the executive department. Whether it's a collective resignation, the secret keeping of Dead Servants, or illegal research on dragon serum, Professor Schneider should be the one with a headache."

I came here for only one thing: to slay the dragon.

His iron-gray eyes were fixed on the old man and the young man across the table, his aura like that of a lion ready to pounce.
"I don't know where you get the confidence to keep that huge secret and to ensure that the White King won't be resurrected."

But now I know it must be reduced to ashes.

Inuyama He's easygoing expression vanished, and he met Angers' gaze head-on, refusing to yield an inch.

"For decades, the Secret Party has been coveting the secrets of the Snake Clan, but they are not all like you, only thinking about slaying dragons."

For so many years we have guarded this closely because we are afraid that if the secret of inheriting the blood of the White King is leaked, it will arouse the greed of all the hybrid races in the world!

The wounds inflicted on Japan by European nobles who ate human flesh and drank human blood still ache to this day.

"I'm not here to discuss matters of national importance with you, and you have no right to talk to me about these things."

Angers stubbed out his cigar, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Do you think you're so strong? Do you think that this is something you've protected for generations, and that even if something goes wrong, you don't need outsiders to get involved?"
You have no idea what you are fighting against; it is a monster far beyond your imagination, and its resurgence will bring about the destruction of your nation.

Smoke curled from the ashtray, and through the hazy mist, Ang Re looked at his students, whose youth had faded.
"Listen, Aga, now is not the time to be reckless. We must completely destroy it before the White King revives, otherwise, when it sees the light of day again, the whole of Japan will face its doom!"

The murals that Fingel brought back show that the White King was resurrected twice, bringing unbearable catastrophe to the Japanese mixed-race population.

If it were to revive in the modern era, the harm it would bring would not be limited to the destruction of Japan, but would also plunge the entire world into chaos, and the secrets of the dragon race would be completely exposed.

Inuyama He looked at the imposing old man opposite him, his feelings were complicated. If he had left the Genji Heavy Industries building earlier last night, he would have been able to face the principal with a clear conscience, and might even have fought to the death for the honor of his family.

But rather...

It's all Masamune Tachibana's fault!

Beside him, Miyamoto Shigeo also looked somewhat embarrassed, clearly thinking about the series of outrageous actions of the late patriarch.

If the patriarch is still the respected and convincing supreme leader who commands everyone's obedience, then the Snake Clan would definitely have the courage and confidence to challenge the Secret Party.

But now he's dead, and before he died he left such a huge mess for the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Now the entire Snake-Headed Eight Families are in a state of panic, and the family members who don't know the truth are clamoring to avenge everyone and wipe out those bastards from the Fierce Demon Clan.

Meanwhile, the family elders who knew the truth were worried that the White King, who was buried at the bottom of the sea, might have been reborn and returned to the human world.

He was considering whether to recall all the personnel he had deployed overseas to deal with the White King and the Fierce Ghosts at the same time, or to use the dragon-slaying enthusiasm of Kassel College to drag them into the mess and leave the tough nut for them to handle.

The former is feasible to some extent, but afterwards the Snake Clan will completely lose the power to resist the Secret Party and protect themselves, and it is only a matter of time before they are devoured.

The latter has its advantages and disadvantages. Paying a certain price to gain the help of Kassel College, although it will completely tie you to the Secret Society, it will also prevent you from being coveted by other hybrid societies.

Ultimately, it depends on Angers' attitude.

If he is extremely forceful and insists that the Serpent Clan hand over all their secrets, even their genetic samples, then there's nothing more to say. At worst, we'll fight to the death, and the orcs will never be slaves again.

If he had only said to slaughter the gods, although I would be reluctant to give up the opportunity to evolve into the supreme being, it would not be unacceptable compared to the great terror of life and death.

So Inuyama He waved away the maid, his straight back subtly hunching slightly as he looked at his mentor's wrinkled face and sighed deeply:
"Tachibana Masamune is dead."

"Hmm?" Angers frowned. The Execution Department had also reported this news, but since it came from the Ghost Clan, they didn't dare to guarantee its credibility, so he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, the ruthless leader who had gradually led the Snake Clan out of the control of the Secret Party was actually dead.

It's a bit of a pity that I didn't get to meet them.

"He gave us a big surprise before he died." Inuyama He gave a wry smile, and before Angers could ask, he uttered the second half of the sentence:

"He brought the White King back to life."

"What?!" Even the usually composed Angers was so shocked by these words that his hand holding the wine glass trembled, and he almost spilled the wine on the table.

He took back what he said earlier.

It's a real pity, but not because I never got to meet Tachibana Masamune, but because I didn't strangle him when he was born.

"what happened?"

……

Genji Heavy Industries, where Genji has taken over the Executive Bureau and is busy again, learns that Angers has arrived at the Tamamo-no-Mae Club and is negotiating with the Inuyama family head and Miyamoto Shio.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around to ask Sakura to help him get the documents, but quickly realized that she wasn't there. So he called Crow, who had stayed up all night with him, to go to the archives to get the documents about Angers.

Although Genjiro is nominally only the director of the Executive Bureau, as the head of one of the three inner families, he still has a high level of authority in the Snake Clan, and can access some special files in the archives.

But as the crow walked out of the office door, Genji called him back: "Never mind, I'll go by myself."

Besides Angers, he also wanted to see another person's file.

The man known as the shame of the Snake-Headed Eight Families—Uesugi Kotsu.

(End of this chapter)