Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 363 The Meeting of the Three Kings, the Stubborn Xia Mi

Jormungandr?

Upon hearing this title, Old Tang jolted awake, his drunkenness mostly subsiding. He stared at Constantine, his voice unconsciously rising eight octaves: "Who, who is Jormungandr?"

Fortunately, Constantine had just released a sound-isolating field, so there's no need to worry about the conversation being transmitted.

Constantine did not answer, but stared intently at Xia Mi.

Following his gaze, Old Tang saw that the girl, who was usually all smiles, was now expressionless, her almond-shaped eyes radiating an inhuman majesty. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"You mean, Xia Mi?"

It's fine if you don't look closely, but once you do, you'll see the clues.

Previously, Old Tang's awakening was incomplete, but now that he has fully ascended to the throne, his perception has naturally improved several levels. With targeted guidance, he quickly detected a familiar aura from Xia Mi.

That was the unique aura of the Dragon King, but unlike theirs, it carried the weight of the earth and the coldness of the mountain rocks.

"Holy crap, it really is!" Old Tang almost stood up in shock, his eyebrows nearly flying off his hairline, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xia Mi: "Then you recognized me a long time ago?"

Xia Mi sighed softly, not answering directly, but instead curving her lips into a meaningful smile.

This expression stirred up Old Tang's memory. What Norton disliked most was Jormungandr showing such a mysterious smile, as if he was about to pull some kind of trick at any moment.

"I knew it!" Old Tang suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making the cups and plates clatter, instantly transforming into a meme-worthy husky pointing at someone.
"You address Mingming and the others as 'senior brother' with respect, but you call me 'Old Tang.' Are you afraid that calling me 'Brother Tang' will resonate with the King and make me recognize you?!"

"Who wants to resonate with you?" Xia Mi glanced at him disdainfully, her slender, white fingers twirling the ends of her hair. "I just don't want to call you brother."

Among the four elemental monarchs of the dragon race, Xia Mi's seniority is not high. She has to call everyone except Constantine "brother," but she doesn't call Norton that.

After all, this Dragon Heart Eye is smaller than a needle, and like Batman, it likes to target specific enemies. It even specially crafted the Seven Deadly Sins that can kill the Dragon King.

"It's okay, you can keep calling me Lao Tang, I'm used to it anyway."

Old Tang was able to find the reason for the discord between the two dragons from the inherited memories. Behind the scenes, Norton repeatedly warned Constantine to have less contact with Jormungandr, saying that the female dragon was cunning and her golden eyes were full of scheming, and that he should be careful not to be sold out and end up helping her count her gold coins.

"Nonsense, if you really told Norton that the people in Kassel wouldn't be able to hold out." Xia Mi rolled her eyes, but she wondered why Norton was still so stupid even after regaining his memories. Could it be that he was really knocked stupid by Lu Mingfei?

She didn't believe that a personality that had only existed for a few decades could suppress a dragon personality that had existed for tens of thousands of years. It must have been that Norton's arrogant words after waking up forced Lu Mingfei to use the Personality Correction Fist.

Old Tang laughed heartily, not minding at all, and turned to look at Constantine, whose expression was also off: "By the way, Kang Kang, you just said Jormungandr... never mind, let's just call her Xia Mi. What's this about her falling into depravity?"

After learning about his past memories, he guessed why Xia Mi had infiltrated their group. She was probably trying to find out the whereabouts of the White King Dragon Bone Cross and then devour it.

After all, compared to him and Constantine, Xia Mi's flaws were actually greater; perhaps this was the price of being too intelligent.

In Norse mythology, Odin also paid the price of losing an eye in order to obtain the Well of Wisdom.

But where does this talk of depravity come from?

Is it because she, as the Dragon King, acts like a little girl?

So what? He even befriends homeless people in the slums and lives off rich girls.

If we're really talking about depravity, he's the one who's completely depraved.

Constantine had clearly considered this as well, and his voice was less confident: "She has been with humans for too long and has forgotten the majesty of the Dragon King."

His voice carried a touch of youthful stubbornness, yet also a hint of uncertainty. Constantine's character was flawed; his understanding of "majesty" came more from his brother Norton's teachings than from personal experience.

But no matter what, the older brother is on equal footing with the one surnamed Lu, and his status in this small team is actually quite high, while Jormungandr is relegated to a subordinate position, willingly playing the role of a cute and charming junior sister.

He had seen it clearly at the dinner table just now; Jormungandr's status in this small group was almost that of the group's darling.

Xia Mi didn't even bother to refute these words, she just glanced at Constantine with the same look she would give a landlord's foolish son.

It's just that Constantine woke up too late and was too well protected by Norton in the past. Otherwise, if he had been left to live alone in society for a few years, he could have put aside all his dignity and prestige as the Dragon King.

What do those fancy things matter when it comes to survival?
"Hey, what's with all this talk about being depraved? I've fallen so low as to be a kept man, what right do I have to criticize others?" Old Tang said with a smile and waved his hand. "Besides, you've known for a long time that Jormungandr will stop at nothing to achieve his goals."

Xia Mi's expression softened for a moment, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she let out a soft hum.

At least you have some self-awareness.

Seeing that his brother had said so, Constantine naturally had nothing to say, but he still couldn't understand why his brother could accept this "degeneration" so calmly. In the past, he wouldn't even let himself play with Fenrir.

"But I'm still curious about what you're doing joining Kassel College?" Old Tang didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Could it be that you're planning to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, waiting for Kassel College to slaughter us so you can easily sneak in and steal the dragon bones?"

And you know what? After absorbing Norton's memories, Old Tang's Chinese language skills improved dramatically, and he could even use idioms correctly.

"So what if it is?" Xia Mi's expression was indifferent, showing no concern that the two key figures in the plan, who would need to make significant sacrifices, might turn against her. Her voice carried an indescribable heaviness and weariness.
"We're all looking for ways to survive, aren't we?"

Upon hearing this, Old Tang and Constantine fell silent.

The river still surged under the moonlight, but the hustle and bustle of the night seemed to have suddenly faded away, leaving only this heavy question echoing in the air.

Ragnarok is not far off. When the end comes, if they have not accumulated enough power, they will only become broken eggs under a collapsed nest.

But the silence didn't last long. Old Tang suddenly smiled, a hint of relief in his smile: "So, have you found it now?"

Xia Mi looked up at him, her eyes flickering. She knew what he was implying, but she wasn't in a hurry to answer: "Do you know what Lu Mingfei is?"

Without a doubt, Lu Mingfei's combat strength was extremely formidable. Judging from his battle record alone, he was in no way inferior to Odin, the most powerful warrior among the four monarchs.

Even someone as powerful as Odin couldn't survive Ragnarok on his own. Otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared in Nibelungen and attacked Chu Zihang and his father on that rainy night five years ago.

At that time, she hid in the shadows and watched from afar, not daring to get close, for fear of being exposed to her brother who was truly ruthless in achieving his goals and becoming his nourishment.

Constantine was also concerned about this issue. He couldn't discern Lu Mingfei's background, but he knew that Lu Mingfei was terrifyingly strong, so much so that even he, as the Dragon King, would instinctively tremble.

Of course, it's also possible that he was just beaten to a pulp and hadn't recovered yet. Old Tang didn't actually have a definitive answer: "I don't know if he's human or dragon, since he never showed any dragon characteristics other than his golden eyes."

But I believe in him; he is the chosen one and will lead us to survive Ragnarok.

Actually, Lao Tang had a vague guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure.

Previously, whenever Norton showed any intention of taking over, as long as Lu Mingfei showed up, he would immediately lie low and behave like a docile child who had been beaten up.

Norton is the King of Bronze and Fire, and he's arrogant and proud. It's hard to imagine anyone else being able to beat him so badly that he'd be traumatized.

But if it really was that person, they would have already dealt with them ruthlessly when their identities were exposed, and wouldn't have spared their lives and even held a welcome party for Constantine.

"Thank you so much for your trust."

Lu Mingfei's voice came from the doorway, attracting the attention of the three.

He arrived silently, as if he had used a stealth technique. The two Dragon Kings simultaneously tensed up, after all, they had been caught red-handed gossiping about others in private.

Old Tang remained as carefree as ever, smiling as he poured wine into the empty glass on his seat.

Despite having some suspicions in his heart, they were ultimately just unfounded conjectures; Lu Mingfei's affection for him surpassed everything else.

Even if it really is that person, and they're planning to gather them all together and then choose an auspicious day to wipe them all out, he'd accept it.

After all, if it weren't for him, he and Constantine might have really died at the hands of the people from Kassel College. Xia Mi might have been able to become the mantis that stalks the cicada, but in the end, she would have been captured by the dark hand hidden deeper inside and used as nourishment.

Taking in the reactions of the three men, Lu Mingfei calmly returned to his seat, took a sip of his foam-free draft beer to moisten his throat, and continued their previous conversation:
"Actually, not only you guys, even I myself don't know what species I should be classified into."

"But none of that matters. We are all friends, we all have a common enemy, and we all want to protect the people we care about and ensure that the dragons survive Ragnarok."

"It's better to unite our strength than to scheme against each other and end up letting the villains hiding in the shadows benefit."

This may not be a sophisticated statement, but the point is valid. Everyone knows that Odin has been plotting for a long time, preparing countless tragic endings for them.

If he continues to think about going it alone, he will only become nourishment for himself to improve.

Xia Mi looked at him: "You already knew my identity?"

“At first, I really didn’t know you were the King of Earth and Mountains, after all, you looked a bit… well, underdeveloped.” Lu Mingfei quickly replaced the hurtful words “too weak” with the more hurtful ones. “But later, when you went to save Shao Nanyin and didn’t hide from Lao Tang, I roughly confirmed your identity.”

Historically, the only elemental monarchs active in the land of China were the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Earth and Mountains. The answer can be found by using a process of elimination.

It's definitely not because she made a living on construction sites in the summer of her past life; Xia Mi almost chose civil engineering.

"Is that so?" Xia Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression suspicious, sensing that this person wasn't telling the truth.

“More precious than real gold.” Lu Mingfei nodded vigorously.

"Then, what about Chu Zihang?" Xia Mi hesitated for a moment, glanced at Constantine who seemed to sense something and was staring at her, and finally asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time:
"He knows who I am too?"

Although she didn't care whether this boring blockhead would keep his distance from her because of the huge difference in their status, she had watched him grow up. Even if he was just a stray cat or dog, she would still have some feelings for him after feeding him for a while. If he were to be run over by a car or kidnapped by other cats, dogs or people, she would be a little unhappy.

"This..." Lu Mingfei deliberately dragged out the word, waiting for Xia Mi to clench her fists, caught between anger and humiliation, before decisively shaking her head:
"I am not sure as well."

"Are you kidding me?" Xia Mi glared at him. "You two are so close, you're practically half-brothers, why would you keep it from him?"

"If you were to kill him, I would definitely stop you, but would you?" Lu Mingfei's words silenced Xia Mi, who finally let out a cold snort after a long while.
"His mediocre skills are not enough for me to take action."

Lu Mingfei picked up a cold lamb skewer from the table, a flame flickering from his fingertips, and reheated it.

"These skewers taste and feel best when they're freshly grilled; reheating them won't bring them back to their original state."

But if no one actively heats them up, the skewers will end up in the trash, waiting to spoil, stink, and rot.

The sizzling sound of the reheated fat, accompanied by an enticing aroma, filled the air. Lu Mingfei placed the reheated lamb skewers back on the plate and pushed it in front of Xia Mi:
"People who eat barbecue may think it's just an ordinary skewer, but for the person who makes it, it is the result of hard work: carefully cutting the meat, marinating it, skewering it, and repeatedly grilling it over a fire."

If someone discards you like a dispensable chicken bone, you might feel resentful.

What is there to be resentful about when he clearly remembers nothing?

Xia Mi wanted to say that, but the seal she had set up back then seemed to have loosened, and Chu Zihang's occasional gaze at her was as familiar as it had been in the past.

Constantine listened silently to the sound of something in his hand. Looking down, he saw that his brother had secretly slipped him a handful of roasted sunflower seeds.

"..." He twitched his lips, but didn't say anything, and ate melon seeds and watermelon like his brother.

Lu Mingfei also knew that Xia Mi was actually quite concerned about her reputation. It would be very difficult for her to admit anything in front of Old Tang and Constantine, who were both Dragon Kings, even with Old Tang as a precedent.

That's why I didn't spell it out directly, but only said:

"He hasn't regained all his memories yet, but that day will come sooner or later."

As long as Xia Mi stays by his side, it's only a matter of time before Chu Zihang recovers his memory; it all depends on whether Xia Mi is still stubborn then.

"You didn't think about helping him regain his memories?" Xia Mi frowned at him. Although she had no evidence, she had reason to suspect that Lu Mingfei had devoured the White King and seized its power.

"This is your own business, I won't interfere too much." Lu Mingfei said that he doesn't like being a third wheel or meddling in other people's relationship problems, especially since the two of them have such awkward personalities.

"Then..." Xia Mi wanted to say that Chu Zihang's bloodline was abnormal, but if she asked now, it would seem like she cared about him a lot, so she didn't say anything.

But she remained silent, while Lu Mingfei still had something to say:

"Let's discuss this later. Tell me about your brother. Where is he now?"

(End of this chapter)