Man on the ark, forced to become king

However, the Lightning Gun Prayer has a unique characteristic—after being charged up, the Lightning Gun will inflict a 'lightning strike' on the target upon impact. It is not as powerful as the true Ancient Dragon Prayer Lightning Strike, but it is still lightning after all, and it will certainly not be completely useless if it hits a person.

Without a doubt, Wei Yanwu is very strong, strong enough to unleash the Crimson Sky Sword Qi with his fingers or a pipe, far surpassing Chen.

However, he was still human after all. No matter how strong he was, he was still a mortal. If he was suddenly struck by lightning, even if the power of the lightning was far from that of real natural lightning, he would still be inevitably affected.

Lin Lu took a breath and looked up again, only to find that Wei Yanwu was still standing stiffly in the position of raising his pipe, his bright red hair standing on end, making him look like a lion with dragon horns. His well-made robe and cloak were covered with a layer of black ash and had several holes in them, making him look rather disheveled, no longer the composed and calm man he had been just moments before.

Especially when she saw the old dragon, who had finally broken free from the paralysis of the lightning, gently open its mouth and exhale a ring of black smoke, Lin Lu almost burst out laughing. Fortunately, she managed to hold it in, otherwise, she would definitely have been beaten up by the old dragon if she had laughed out loud.

"Wow, what a magnificent thunder magic."

Wei Yanwu casually lowered his arm, his body shuddered, and the black ash on his clothes was completely shaken off, making him look much more presentable. As for the hair standing on end on his head... well, there was nothing he could do about it.

He knew he probably didn't look good right now, but he couldn't just reach out and run his hand through his hair; wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?

The original intention of today's invitation was to have this mysterious young man who drew the Crimson Sky Sword come and take a look, to investigate his background. Unexpectedly, he was momentarily distracted by the thunder magic and ended up making a mess of things.

The lightning spell was only so-so in terms of power, and it was nothing to him. But who would have thought that this lightning spell, though not very powerful, was extremely insulting, and a bolt of lightning struck him out of nowhere, making him furious.

As the dignified Governor of Longmen, born into the royal family of Great Yan, and possessing the unparalleled Crimson Sky Sword Technique, Wei Yanwu was now caught off guard and reduced to this state by a junior. To be honest, Wei Yanwu himself felt his old face burning and he felt a little embarrassed.

"He took the thunder spear head-on without sustaining a scratch. Lord Wei truly lives up to his reputation as the lord of a city."

The fur just stood up, but it wasn't burned... so it should be considered completely unharmed, right?

Lin Lu pondered for a moment and quickly offered a way out.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wei Yanwu was now at a loss for words. After all, he still needed to make a living on this other person's turf, so he had to give him face. Otherwise, what would happen if Old Long took revenge on him later?

"It's been many years since I've tasted the power of thunder magic, and I actually miss it a bit."

Wei Yanwu nodded, raised his arm and casually brushed it over his head, immediately smoothing down the raised hair and restoring his original imposing manner, although the few charred holes in his clothes were still somewhat conspicuous.

"However, your lightning magic is only in form now and lacks spirit. You will need to practice more in the future."

"Lord Wei is right."

Lin Lu suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and echoed him, inwardly cursing.

You couldn't even dodge it, and you're still pretending?

That is to say, he is now in a sorry state, with little of his former strength remaining. If he had the Holy Mark, wouldn't you, the old dragon, be struck dumb on the spot by a fully charged lightning spear?

"No need to be so formal. Since you've learned thunder magic, we have some connection. Just call me Uncle Wei."

Wei Yanwu, maintaining his composure, paced a few steps and suddenly pointed to a corner of the courtyard. Lin Lu followed his gaze and discovered that there was a simple little pavilion there, with a stone table and stools inside, and some fruit and other things on the table.

"Please sit for a moment, I'll be right back."

"You have to live to save face and suffer the consequences."

Watching the old dragon stride away with an air of nonchalance, Lin Lu muttered something under her breath, walked into the pavilion, sat down on a stone stool, picked up a grape and popped it into her mouth, waiting for Wei Yanwu to return.

The old dragon seemed to have misunderstood something, but he was too lazy to explain. Anyway, he didn't say anything or admit anything.

The sparring just now had taken a lot of energy, and I was indeed a bit tired.

Before meeting him, he had heard many rumors about this Lord of the Dragon Gate. Now that he had seen him in person, he felt that this man was not as dark as he had imagined. He was more like a common old man who liked to put on airs, cared about his reputation, and was particularly stubborn.

I just don't know how this person, who looks like an orc, could have given birth to such a beautiful daughter as Chen?

From a genetic point of view, the dragon horns on his head don't seem to look the same as Chen's... Could it be that he inherited them from his mother?

And their surnames are different...

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Lin Lu sat in the pavilion lost in thought, while Wei Yanwu, who had just left the courtyard, was also thinking about his own affairs.

The proud old man had just stepped out of the courtyard when he was caught by his wife, who had been observing him from outside. His expression immediately fell, and he slapped his head in annoyance, sighing repeatedly.

"Shameful, so shameful."

"I never thought you'd miscalculate."

Lady Wenyue, who also possessed ancestral blood, glanced into the courtyard, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"I really didn't expect him to possess lightning magic, and he was completely unaffected by my aura. This person has great courage."

Wei Yanwu's lips twitched slightly as he recalled the lightning bolt that had just struck from the sky, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

"The Crimson Sky Technique isn't something just anyone can use, and the Thunder Technique is a closely guarded secret of the Celestial Master's Mansion. This kid is probably connected to those old guys. I wonder whose disciple he is, and he's had a lot of dealings with the Nian Beast. Could he be from the Ministry of Rites?"

"Why do you care about those things? He's been well-behaved for the past few months and hasn't caused any trouble. He's even good friends with Huijie. I think that's great. It's rare for Huijie to have a friend, especially a member of the opposite sex. You shouldn't do anything unnecessary."

The two walked side by side. Lady Wenyue touched the hole burned by lightning in her cloak and smiled, "Huijie is so straightforward, it's rare to find someone who can put up with her. I think Lin Lu has a good personality, and she's not the type to cause trouble. Her strength and background are both quite good, who knows, maybe in the future..."

"You're thinking far ahead."

Wei Yanwu stroked his chin, seemingly somewhat tempted, but still shook his head and said, "The court has not been peaceful these past few years. The Imperial Household Department and the Ministry of Rites have been at odds with each other, causing chaos. If Lin Lu were to be born into the tutelage of any Celestial Master, she would inevitably face trouble in the future, which would not be a good thing for Huijie."

“Lei Fa… that’s the direct descendant of the Celestial Master. This kid’s background is mysterious, even I can’t find out. We don’t know what his purpose is in coming to Longmen. The world is getting more and more chaotic. Longmen, it’s best to protect ourselves.”

Chapter Nineteen: The Deal with the Old Fox

Wei Yanwu left quickly and returned quickly. Lin Lu had only eaten a few grapes when she saw the old dragon, who had changed his clothes, walk into the courtyard. His hair seemed to have been combed again.

"No need to get up."

Just as Lin Lu was about to get up, Wei Yanwu waved his hand, walked over and sat down on the stone stool in the pavilion, and said with a smile, "I have already ordered someone to prepare a dinner banquet. My home is simple, please don't mind, Nephew Lin."

"Uncle Wei... you're too kind. But this banquet is unnecessary, isn't it?"

He was able to come today partly because of his connection with Chen Huijie, and partly because the other party is, after all, the leader of Longmen, and it wouldn't be good to refuse him. However, there's no problem talking about business, but there's no need to have a meal together.

Being with such a cunning old fox is not a comfortable thing in itself, and eating together would be even more of a torture. Lin Lu would rather go to the night market and order a bowl of spicy hot pot than stay here.

"Alright, since Nephew Lin is unwilling, I will not force him."

Upon hearing Lin Lu's refusal, Wei Yanwu immediately laughed and changed the subject. His straightforward manner made Lin Lu wonder if this old fox hadn't actually prepared any banquet and was just being polite.

Fortunately, he had no intention of eating anyway, so this was just right.

"but……"

Wei Yanwu changed the subject, tapped his pipe on the table, and said in a deep voice, "You and Huijie are good friends, so as an elder, I naturally can't let you make a wasted trip. What weapon does my nephew usually use?"

“Uncle Wei, I can’t accept something for nothing. How can I take your things for nothing? Please just tell me what you need.”

Lin Lu didn't believe a word the old fox said. He wasn't good at this kind of tiring way of speaking, so he simply stated his point directly.

"Alright, my dear nephew, you're a straightforward person. Then I won't beat around the bush. Here's what I'm going to do: I have a business deal that I want to entrust to Penguin Logistics for delivery, and I specifically need you to handle it. What do you say?"

Wei Yanwu remained expressionless and gave an unexpected answer.

As the dignified master of Longmen, holding both military and political power, is it necessary for him to hire a private company to escort his goods?

Lin Lu knew without a doubt that this was a ruse, but he didn't care what Wei Yanwu's purpose was, as long as the price was right. What was being given away was none of his business.

Where to send it?

"Deliver it to Kazdel within one month. All the documents and items are here. Kazdel has been quite turbulent lately. You can consider accepting it or not."

Wei Yanwu placed a brick-sized metal box and two documents on the table, which startled Lin Lu, who looked at them with a strange expression.

Where did you take that out from? I didn't see you carrying anything when you came.

"Where's the reward?"

"A suitable weapon. You can make one reasonable request. Also... 30 Lungmen Dollars. This is for you separately. I'll discuss the Penguin Logistics fees with the Emperor. How does that sound?"

"..."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Lin Lu's eyes, and she did not immediately agree.

The price offered by this old dragon is far too generous, exceeding the normal compensation for a transport commission. It doesn't seem normal at all. Either the mission itself is extremely dangerous, or there is something else hidden behind this mission.

Tsk, cunning and calculating.

But who can resist money?

After a moment's thought, Lin Lu decided to accept the offer; he really needed these things right now.

"Okay, but the weapon and that requirement need to be given to me now."

"Well, that's settled then."

Wei Yanwu nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

What type of weapon do you want?

"As you can see, I'm a mage, so I want a decent staff. As for my request... I want six Pure Origin Stones."

"Do you know that a staff is already quite valuable, but the value of six pure source stones is even greater than that of a staff?"

Upon hearing Lin Lu's request, Wei Yanwu raised his pipe and took a puff, the faint smoke making his face appear slightly hazy in the night.

"However, these are minor matters. We'll do as you say."

He raised his free left hand, and a shadow draped in a black raincoat, almost blending into the night, silently appeared, placing a long, rectangular wooden box in his hands.

"Here is the staff you requested, a custom-made model from Thor Industries. The quality is decent. I can't give you the Pure Originium right now; it's a bit troublesome. Someone will deliver it to your residence tomorrow."

Good guy, good guy!

The wooden box was placed on the table, and Lin Lu's eyelids twitched. She exclaimed that the person in charge was an expert.