Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

Besides that, he thought of more...

"How many first-generation level puppets can you create?"

"I have enough materials; I can make as many as you want."

Fang Rui easily guessed Lu Mingze's thoughts. Considering that he had torn up his own script, Fang Rui decided to help him out, since they were already partners.

"In that case, first create a custom puppet for me, using the best materials."

Lu Mingze's gaze fell on the two Yamata no Orochi. With the size of two Yamata no Orochi, creating three human-shaped First Generations and one half-crippled First Generation with a dragon body should be enough.

In particular, Orochi is of the White King bloodline and can use all series of Words of Power, making him very suitable for impersonating the Dragon King.

"No problem, we can deliver in one day."

"Pretty fast!" Lu Mingze said, somewhat surprised.

Later, he asked, "By the way, can the first-generation golems form a dragon bone cross?"

"If you can provide a soul at the level of a first-generation species, I can design it to form a dragon bone cross."

"A soul at the level of a first-generation species?" Lu Mingze frowned.

He can elevate a dragon's bloodline to the level of a first-generation species, but the soul... is not as easy to improve as the bloodline, but it's not impossible. He needs to think about it.

"At the very least, it needs a soul that is close to the level of the first generation of species."

After all, the quality of souls at different levels is different.

"I understand, I'll get ready as soon as possible."

Lu Mingze agreed. Lu Mingfei was already a senior in high school, and he didn't have much time to waste.

"Two people will come to see you in a while; they are my subordinates."

After saying that, Lu Mingze disappeared, vanishing like a phantom.

"They really came and went in a hurry."

Fang Rui casually remarked, then began to seriously refine the magic weapon. Although he had experience before, the difference in level between the two magic weapons was very obvious, making this refinement much more difficult...

Chapter 337 Ronald Don Arrives

A temporary base, an izakaya (Japanese pub) under renovation.

Upstairs, Xia Mi and Xia Er were watching a comedy movie in the living room, occasionally laughing out loud, while Samson held the urn containing bones, his nerves as tense as ever.

On the first floor, Chu Tianjiao was discussing renovation details with the renovation company's employees when a sudden screech of brakes interrupted their conversation. They turned their heads in unison, looking outside…

A truck then came into view, and the logo of the renovation company looked very familiar.

"What's going on?" One of the employees looked at his company's truck with a bewildered expression.

"Why have they sent people over before we've even discussed the renovation details? Is this some kind of forced sale?!"

With a slight twitch of his eyebrows, Chu Tianjiao was somewhat expectant, wanting to see what tricks the other party could pull.

Unfortunately, the plot did not develop in the direction he had guessed; the renovation company's target was the ordinary three-story building next door.

"After I 'bought' a building, someone else bought the building next door the very next day, hiring the same renovation company... It's quite a coincidence!"

Chu Tianjiao narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Just in case, let's investigate!"

Go to the second floor, find Xia Mi, and tell her about it.

"You mean... I should talk about the other party's background?"

"Yes."

Although his intelligence-gathering ability is quite strong, it is far inferior to that of the Dragon King. After all, the Dragon King can make you reveal all the information with a single word, without any concealment, which is very convenient and efficient.

"can."

It's better to be careful when you're out and about, especially since Fang Rui hasn't returned yet.

The moment Xia Mi agreed, a "ding-a-ling~" sound rang out, echoing inside the room...

Apart from Fenrir and Constantine, everyone else turned their attention to the security door. The two dragons and one person exchanged glances. Chu Tianjiao was responsible for opening the door, while Xia Mi and Samson went on alert.

The security door opened, and two people came into view of the man with two dragons.

One is a beautiful woman with perfect proportions and a tall stature; the other is a woman who is slightly less attractive, but equally beautiful.

"Hello! Because my boss and your boss have reached a cooperation agreement, we are now partners starting today!"

Under the watchful eyes of three people, Su Enxi didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Su Enxi, and I work in an office. She is Jiude Mai, and she is a thug! We currently live next door."

'No need for investigation, the target has already been delivered to our door.'

Thinking to herself, Xia Mi seized on the key point: "What's this 'cooperation' you're talking about?"

"It's a regular collaboration where both parties have no conflicting objectives and share the same goal."

Although Su Enxi didn't know much about it, she answered with great confidence.

"Is that so..." Ignoring this matter, Xia Mi turned her attention to another question.

Fang Rui's strength is undeniable; most people simply cannot become his partners.

Who is it?

Dragons rarely communicate with each other, especially those from different factions. Meeting usually means fighting, so Xia Mi, lacking information, couldn't guess.

As for asking directly, she ruled out that option, since the other party couldn't possibly answer every question.

In addition, there is another question: whether these two people are lying.

Xia Mi's eyes darted around, and she invited, "...Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

“Okay!” Su Enxi accepted the invitation and entered the house with Jiude Mai.

Xia Mi and the others were slightly taken aback by the quick agreement, and then began to inquire about some details regarding the cooperation...

They also inquired about Fang Rui's whereabouts, since he had been missing for nearly two days. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, everyone was somewhat worried about their safety.

Su Enxi briefly explained the content of the cooperation, which is simply to help each other. When you have trouble, I will help you, and when I have trouble, you will help me.

As for Fang Rui's whereabouts, Su Enxi did know a little bit; it was Lu Mingze who told her.

“Mr. Fang, we are currently in the Nibelungen region, known as the ‘Night Eater Plains,’ and I cannot know exactly when we will emerge.”

“Nibelungen…” Xia Mi and the others nodded knowingly, without asking any further questions.

After the two stopped talking, the atmosphere in the room fell silent, and an uneasy feeling lingered among everyone.

Awkward! Extremely awkward!

It felt like ants were crawling all over my body, making me restless and indescribable.

We need a warrior to break the silence!

Otherwise, the first meeting could turn into an accident!

………………

Meanwhile, at Night Eater Plains.

The crafting of the magical artifact, the Wings of the White Dragon Emperor, is complete. It possesses power surpassing that of the first generation of species. Equipping it makes a one-on-one duel with the Dragon King a real possibility, but whether one can actually kill the Dragon King depends entirely on the wearer's skill level.

After all, he is a damaged White King, so it's normal for him to be different from his prime.

As for the remaining materials, Fang Rui put them into his storage ring. He ignored the countless Dead Servants, and since the Nibelungen was not opened, the Dead Servants had no chance of leaving the place.

After leaving Nibelungen, Fang Rui returned to the temporary base, where a bunch of people surrounded him, asking him all sorts of random questions.

A "no comment" shut everyone down. After Fang Rui explained his thoughts in detail, the crowd stopped surrounding him and returned to their previous positions. Some went to watch the movie, while others continued holding the bone flasks.

However, Chu Tianjiao did not leave. He had something important to say: "Since it is an izakaya that only allows mixed-race people to enter, then the chef should also be a mixed-race person, but I don't know any mixed-race chefs."

To be honest, he doesn't know many mixed-race people who can cook. His own cooking skills are only at the level of home-style cooking, limited to a few dishes.

"A chef, huh?"

Fang Rui suddenly thought of a ramen chef, turned his gaze to Mai Shude who was curled up on the sofa, and said, "You should have information on Genjiro, Genjiro, and Erii Uesugi!"

Although it was a question, Fang Rui's tone was quite certain.

"Yes." Mai Shude nodded slowly.

"Prepare a copy; come with me to meet someone tomorrow."

Upon hearing Fang Rui's words, Jiu De Mai did not refute them, but nodded to indicate that she understood.

'It's just hiring a chef, why the serious expression?'

Chu Tianjiao said he couldn't understand how things were going. He exchanged glances with the others who were also a bit confused for a moment, and then asked, "Are we going to see the chef?"

"That's right, he's a ramen chef with decades of experience, and his cooking skills are quite good."

'Ramen chef? Izakaya (Japanese pub)?'

Chu Tianjiao looked puzzled. What was the connection between the two?

………………

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Rui opened his eyes. The dazzling aurora flowed through the sky, and a cold wind blew from the distant snow-capped mountains. The boundless glacier was empty.

How's the scenery?

Lu Mingze, dressed in a suit and tie, suddenly appeared, gazing at the distant snow-capped mountains, seemingly lost in thought.

"generally."

Fang Rui gave a perfunctory answer and changed the subject: "...You didn't bring me here just to say this, did you?"

"No, I have something important to discuss with you."

"I have prepared a soul of the first-generation species level. Begin creating the puppet!"

"By the way, hand over my personal puppet."

Lu Mingze stretched out his hand, his tone anything but polite, as if he were demanding a debt.

Fang Rui slapped his hand away, his face stern: "Watch your tone."