Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 295 The Sinner Respectfully Welcomes My Master's Return to the Mortal World
Fingel and Old Tang, entrusted by Lu Mingfei, went to search for traces left by Chu Tianjiao in the past.

The most important thing, of course, is the other party's first job after arriving in China; that's where it all began.

The leader who hired Chu Tianjiao as his driver back then has been promoted and is now serving the people in the municipal government.

What's frustrating is that one of them is a pure-blooded German, another is a Chinese American, and the third is Japanese. With this combination, it's easy for them to be arrested as spies when they try to gather intelligence or find clues in government agencies.

After all, of the three, Fingel speaks Mandarin the best.

"In the end, it was this foreign skin that led me astray." Fingel wept bitterly, then put his clever little brain to work and decided to take advantage of the power of the Asia Pacific Group.

They're directly impersonating... no, they're actually foreign investors who have their eyes on this land teeming with talent and are ready to throw money around.

Fingel and Old Tang have no money, but Long Ma Xun does. She's a legitimate heiress from a wealthy family, in charge of oil extraction and arms dealing in North America.

When the owner of Huanya Group heard that it was another group invested in by the big boss who was approaching the government to discuss cooperation, he naturally cooperated fully.

On his way here, Old Tang was still lamenting that these days it really is true what they say—money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it.

Ryoma Kaoru waved his hand, indicating that his wealth was a bit too much and he wanted to find someone to help share the burden.

The two interacted in the back seat, and Finger was so moved that he wanted to speak but tears welled up in his eyes. After arriving at the branch of the Asia Pacific Group in the city center, he immediately got out of the car, not wanting his young and fragile heart to suffer any more blows.

"I've also been to Rhode Island. There's a famous haunted manor there. A lot of hunters and exorcists went there, but unfortunately, none of them could successfully exorcise the evil spirit. In the end, I went there myself. Although I didn't do anything or see anything, there haven't been any paranormal events since..."

As Old Tang unbuckled his seatbelt, he recounted his adventures as a novice, relying on his supernatural immunity to wander around. Recalling the past, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, back when he was still very certain that he was a human being.

As he pushed open the door, he felt a sudden sense of unease, as if he were being spied on. Looking up, he saw a slender woman peering out from a high floor of the office building, her gaze meeting his own.

In that instant, Old Tang had a strange feeling, as if the other party would immediately open the window, jump down, and kneel down to pay homage if he gave the order.

He couldn't help but shudder, frowning as he looked away, no longer paying attention to that subtle yet awe-inspiring gaze.

"What's wrong?" Ryoma Kaoru got out of the car and saw Lao Tang standing in a daze by the car door. She naturally reached out and took his arm, and walked towards the company gate.

"No, I just think Mingming's family is really wealthy." Old Tang made up an excuse casually.

“You can have that too.” Ryoma Kaoru made no attempt to hide his desire to be a kept man.

Fingel, who activated Ripple Dash in front: I'm so angry!

The general manager of the Huanya Group's branch personally welcomed them to his office for a chat. Finger stated his purpose directly: investment was secondary; finding talent was the real issue. He asked Huanya Group to help make some introductions.

This is a small matter and it's not difficult at all. They will help make the contact immediately.

Old Tang knew nothing about these official matters and relied entirely on Fingel and Longma Xun to handle them. He sat there motionless, drinking tea, intending to leave as soon as things were settled.

However, the woman who had been spying on him was loitering near the general manager's office, her presence so strong that he couldn't ignore her at all.

He glanced at Ryoma Kaoru, who had already started discussing investment matters with the general manager, and tugged at his collar, indicating that the professional atmosphere here was too strong and that he, as a self-employed person, couldn't understand it. Staying here for too long made his head itch, as if someone was taking a chisel and preparing to carve some grooves into his smooth and flat cerebral cortex. He needed to go out for some fresh air.

With the door closed, a whole host of technical terms were shut out of the office, and Lao Tang successfully escaped the risk of his innocent mind being contaminated by knowledge.

The corridor outside was deserted, but Old Tang knew that the woman from earlier was waiting around the corner not far away, and she seemed very uneasy.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

It's not the danger, but the fear of being expelled from the human race.

Arriving at the unmonitored emergency exit, he pushed open the door and saw a beautiful woman dressed in an office lady's outfit kneeling on both knees, her head bowed like an ancient official facing the emperor. Her chestnut hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring her delicate face.

Her body trembled slightly, her voice trembled like a leaf falling in the wind, each syllable imbued with awe accumulated over thousands of years, as if the person standing before her was not a human being but a king reigning over the world.

"Sinful slave Moting, I respectfully welcome my lord's awakening."

Spicy balls!

The moment Old Tang saw the woman kneel down, he knew something terrible was about to happen. He wanted to stop her, but she knelt down too quickly and spoke too fast, as if if he was even a fraction of a second slower, someone's head would roll and blood would flow like a river.

He wanted to tell the woman to stand up and that China had long since abolished the kneeling ceremony, and that she should stand up and not kneel.

But just as the words were about to leave my lips, a memory struck me like a thunderbolt, cleaving through the chaos.

In an instant, a strange yet magnificent scene appeared before Old Tang's eyes—

Atop the high platform of the imperial city, the frost and wind were biting.

A man in a dark official robe stood against the wind, the jade beads on his ceremonial cap trembling slightly in the breeze.

His face was sharply defined, like it had been carved by a knife, yet his brows bore a contour exactly like his own.

But his eyes were cold and sharp, radiating an imposing aura without anger.

"This battle—" Gongsun Shu's jade tablet pierced the morning mist, his voice like the clash of metal:

"Only victory is allowed; defeat is not permitted!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark mass of soldiers below the stage suddenly erupted in cheers.

Thousands of armored soldiers, their reflections blazing in the sun, stood like a dense thicket of thorns, spears and halberds in hand. Dozens of black-armored generals in the front ranks bowed and clasped their hands in salute; golden light shone from the eyes beneath countless bronze masks as they responded in unison with resounding shouts:

"promise!!!"

The roar shook the city walls, causing the banners to flutter wildly. The man's robes billowed like clouds hanging from the sky, his eyes gleaming with brilliant golden light, and the battlements of the imperial city behind him shimmered with a metallic sheen under the sunlight.

The entire city seemed to transform into a drawn sword, pointing straight at the sky above Yizhou.

"..."

In the instant that reality and illusion overlapped, the gentleness in Old Tang's eyes vanished completely.

When he gazed at the kneeling woman again, his eyes were now filled with a molten gold.

An invisible dragon's might swept out like a tsunami, and the lights in the passageway began to flicker.

Shao Nanyin knelt on both knees, her slender body trembling uncontrollably under the indescribable pressure.

The cold marble floor sent a chill through her thin black stockings, but it was nothing compared to the fear in her heart.

In the instant that phrase of audience just slipped out, she seemed to review her long life in a flash.

A thousand years is but a fleeting moment in the long river of the dragon race's memory, yet in those dark and monotonous years, only the brief time spent with his sister shone with warmth.

Those nights spent sleeping in each other's arms in the orphanage, the late nights sharing oden in the convenience store, the mornings when they awkwardly exchanged gifts on their birthdays... these seemingly insignificant everyday moments have now become her most precious memories.

The name tag swayed gently in front of her chest, and the three characters "Shao Nanqin" on it seemed so ironic at that moment.

She stared intently at that name, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Why did you agree to take my shift?

Why appear before the king in this capacity?
Why does fate play such a cruel joke?
The king's oppressive aura surged like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, causing her soul to tremble.

Shao Nanyin felt her spine bending inch by inch, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her shoulders.

Despair spread like ink in my heart, gradually eroding my limbs and bones.

Breathing became difficult, vision began to blur, and even the fingertips lost sensation.

A guilty official who meets with the king should be executed.

Shao Nanyin's slender body trembled like a candle flickering in the wind, her forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, her five senses almost completely lost.

As a descendant of the king, she should have been at the forefront of the king's quest to awaken and reclaim the throne for her people, willing to sacrifice her life for her overlord without hesitation, just like most of her kind. But she disliked war, and she disliked succumbing to a fate predetermined at first glance.

So she chose to escape, no longer responding to new summons, but instead mingling in the human world. After emerging from her cocoon, she was reborn as an adopted daughter in a suitable human family. Once she grew up, she left and drifted through society, waiting for the next rebirth.

She was a fish that slipped through the net, existing between the dragon race and the human race, struggling to survive in the great net called fate and reincarnation. She finally found someone to spend her life with, but on an ordinary day, she bumped into her sect leader.

They were met with the punishment for escaping their fate.

The pressure intensified, and Shao Nanyin felt as if her bones were about to be crushed, her alluring body almost prostrating itself on the ground.

Just as she closed her eyes, preparing to await death, a pleasant telephone ring suddenly sounded.

Then, the overwhelming pressure, as heavy as a mountain, suddenly froze, and the king, who had been standing silently radiating imperial authority, answered the phone.

A young and energetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Lao Tang, we have new progress. We've figured out Chu's father's mission and target. It's the Black King Nidhogg."

In an instant, the oppressive feeling that had enveloped the entire space receded like a tide.

The enraged king suddenly withdrew all his imposing manner, and the crushing pressure dissipated instantly, giving the disgraced minister a chance to catch his breath.

Shao Nanyin collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced.

Cold sweat soaked through her shirt, and her name tag swayed violently against her heaving chest, making a soft sound as it scraped against the ground.

She dared not raise her head, but remained kneeling on the ground, listening to the supreme monarch reply in the tone of a friendly older brother:
"Wow, that's fast. We haven't made any progress at all on our end."

"Since we're already here, we might as well go and ask. Who knows, we might make some new discoveries."

"OK, see you at noon then."

Between three seemingly ordinary sentences of conversation, the suffocating oppressive aura of the monarch receded like a receding tide.

Shao Nanyin still didn't dare to look up, but her tense nerves were already able to detect the subtle changes in the air.

Old Tang hung up the phone, his eyes showing a slight blankness and a bit of annoyance, but also a small sense of relief deep down.

Fortunately, Mingming's call came in time, otherwise there would have been a lot of trouble.

He looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground, trembling like a leaf, scratched his head while holding his phone, and was a little unsure of what to do.

The other party claimed to be a criminal, but he had absolutely no recollection of anyone named "Mo Ting".

Considering that the other party's bloodline is so weak, it's understandable that they might not even be qualified to be a member of that bronze army.

Since it concerns his own "background," Old Tang couldn't pretend he hadn't seen it before. He wasn't sure about his current situation, and if he asked directly now, things might change. He still needed to ask Lu Mingfei to accompany him as insurance.

So he said, "Get up first, don't kneel."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness and distress, but lacked the majesty befitting a monarch.

Shao Nanyin shuddered, and shakily raised her head. Through her disheveled hair, she cautiously glanced at the king's expression. After confirming that it was not the calm before the storm, she tried to prop herself up with her hands and feet.

Unfortunately, I was so frightened that I felt weak all over, and my legs were as limp as noodles. I tried to stand up twice but fell back to the ground.

Once is never enough; she dared not perform her mime act in front of the king again and lowered her head to continue playing the quail.

Old Tang looked at Shao Nanyin speechlessly: "Am I that scary?"

His intention was to complain, but when his words reached Shao Nanyin's ears, they sounded like an accusation, so he straightened his kneeling posture and begged the king for forgiveness.

"It is because this sinner disobeyed the king's command, and his crimes are grave, therefore..."

"Hey, stop, stop, stop!" Old Tang raised his hand to stop Shao Nanyin, afraid that she would say something even more outrageous:
"Just pretend nothing happened today, I won't blame you for anything. Anyway, someone as weak as you is of no use, so stop talking about being a traitor."

Upon hearing this, Shao Nanyin raised her head and looked at the monarch who had suddenly become unfamiliar in disbelief. The gold in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by a look of helplessness that she had never seen on the king's face before.
When their eyes met, she realized her overstepping of bounds and quickly lowered her head, not daring to speak.

He was just wondering why he had suddenly forgiven her for her disobedience when he had just been preparing to execute her on the spot.

"Moting, right? I've been quite busy these past few days. I'll come find you to check on things after I'm done. Don't wander off." Old Tang said, then added:
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

After saying that, he ignored Shao Nanyin's reaction, turned around, pushed open the door of the emergency exit, and left.

Fingel and Ryoma Kaoru seem to have reached an agreement and are about to head out.

He didn't want anyone to see him bullying his company's employees, especially since this bullying was passive and beyond his control.

"crunch-"

The safety door snapped back, its rusty hinges making an unpleasant sound. Shao Nanyin remained kneeling with her head bowed, waiting until the footsteps faded away before cautiously raising her head.

Once she was certain that the great being had gone, she slumped against the wall as if all her bones had been removed. Ignoring the dust that might get on her, she shakily pulled a cigarette from her suit pocket, her hands trembling as she fumbled for a lighter. It took her more than a minute to finally light the cigarette.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Shao Nanyin, drenched in cold sweat, finally came to her senses. Her delicate face was now streaked with tears, and her eyes were filled with the relief of escaping death.

Thinking of the phone call that saved her from an immediate death sentence to a suspended death sentence, Shao Nanyin wished she could immediately erect a memorial tablet for the person who made that life-saving call to express her gratitude.

Unfortunately, she didn't know the other person's name or background; otherwise, she could have expressed her gratitude in a more grand and elaborate way.

Taking a few deep breaths, she took out her phone, wanting to call her silly older sister who was still sleeping soundly at home and tell her to hurry up and pack her things and run away, since Wang was looking for her, not that naive and innocent girl.

As long as I stay obediently, the king shouldn't harm an ordinary human.

"Dududu-"

"Hey, Nanyin, what's up?" When the call connected, Shao Nanqin's voice was very clear, without any hoarseness or confusion from being startled awake. Instead, it was filled with a sweet joy, as if she had just finished reading a sweet romance novel.

"Sister, we might have to..." Shao Nanyin's voice still trembled, then she paused. She heard the rapid tapping of keyboard on the other end of the phone, and the joy in her sister's voice. She changed the subject:

Who are you talking to?

“From online dating sites,” Shao Nanqin replied with a smile, but she didn’t miss the unnaturalness in her sister’s tone and her abrupt transition:
"What did you just say? What might happen? And why does your voice sound strange?"

As Shao Nanyin listened to her sister's caring words, the icy chill that had gripped her body slowly subsided, and the confident smile that belonged to "Sister Yin" returned to her face. She forced herself to remain calm and said:

"No, it's just that we might meet a benefactor."

"What benefactor?" Shao Nanqin was puzzled. There had never been any benefactors in the lives of the two sisters. If anything, the younger sister was probably a benefactor sent by God, allowing her to have all the happiness she had now.

"Don't worry about it, it's a secret. You'll find out later." Shao Nanyin smiled and brushed it off. "I'll continue to cover your shifts for the next couple of days, so you can rest easy."

"Okay, but won't you get too tired doing this?" Shao Nanqin trusted her sister unconditionally, but she was also worried that her body might not be able to handle it.

"It's alright, I can just take a few days off from the nightclub." With lives at stake, Shao Nanyin naturally couldn't care less about her lucrative job.

While the dragons disguised as humans were making their own funeral arrangements, the boy who had been stripped of his human status was already on the overpass, retracing the route the father and son had taken that night during the typhoon.

Nothing happened during the trip, and Lu Mingfei did not detect any unusual fluctuations.

However, he didn't expect to uncover the mastermind's scheme in one go. He had Chu Zihang drive to Shilan Middle School and asked Su Enxi to help him get a Maybach, hoping that this scene recreation could lead to the entrance to the Nibelungen.

The weather forecast just happened to say it would rain today.

"Is Sakura's school big?" Erii looked out the car window at the bustling traffic, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

She has never been to a real school and has never experienced adolescence or school life.

"It's quite big." Lu Mingfei nodded, preparing to take her on a good tour of the campus.

(End of this chapter)