Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Perhaps he could start preparing quietly? Find the best embroiderers to tailor the wedding dress, and seek out a gentleman who understands traditional customs.

The thrush in the cage chirped again, interrupting his reverie.

Caesar snapped out of his daze and couldn't help but chuckle.

What's wrong with me? Am I acting like a naive young man falling in love for the first time, already imagining the details of my wedding?

If those guys in the student council found out, his image as a cold, aristocratic young master would be completely ruined.

But he didn't dislike this feeling. This feeling of being filled with wonderful expectations for the future because of one person.

He picked up the birdcage and continued strolling forward, his mood as calm as the autumn sky.

Meanwhile, in a penthouse suite at another top hotel in BJ.

Su Enxi was barefoot, curled up on the huge sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Several laptops were open in front of her, their screens still displaying countless financial data and surveillance footage, but her gaze was not focused on them at the moment.

Holding a steaming cup of black coffee, I looked out the window.

In the courtyard downstairs from the hotel, there are several tall persimmon trees.

It was the season when the fruit was ripe, and the orange-red, plump, and round persimmons hung densely on the branches like little lanterns, weighing down the branches.

Su Enxi watched quietly for a long time.

Her usually high-speed brain, calculating countless benefits and risks, was touched by this seasonal gift and slowed down for once.

"Autumn has come," she murmured to herself, her tone not as romantic as Caesar's, but rather tinged with weariness and melancholy.

Autumn is the season of harvest, but also the prelude to the withering of all things.

For her, autumn means more data fluctuations, more market opportunities, but also a heavier workload and deeper calculations.

Just like those persimmons outside the window, they seem plump and sweet, but only the trees themselves know how much wind, rain, and pests they have endured during their growth.

She took a sip of coffee, the strong bitterness spreading across her tongue, making her more awake.

She recalled the large sum of money that had just been transferred out to sponsor the mining development of a small African country, which was actually a cover for the transportation of large-scale gold refining equipment that might be needed later.

Recalling the increasingly frequent discussions about BJ's unusual phenomena on the Hunter website, she needed to constantly release false information to distract attention.

I recalled the report from Mai Shude about the elite troops of the Gattuso family and the small fry that the three-no girl had eliminated.

Everything was preparing for the upcoming feast for the King of the Earth and the Mountains.

The main course of this feast is an S-class creature that they need to carefully nurture and guide.

Thinking of this, Su Enxi couldn't help but sigh.

The boss says one word, and they run themselves ragged.

Not only do we have to manage murder and arson, but also video games and dating, and now we even have to worry about how seasonal changes affect our mood?

She put down her coffee cup, picked up a bag of potato chips next to her, and started crunching away, swallowing the inexplicable autumn melancholy along with it.

“It’s good that autumn is here,” she said, looking at the persimmon tree outside the window laden with fruit. “The fruit that is meant to ripen will eventually ripen, and the leaves that are meant to fall will eventually fall. If we finish early and call it a day, we might even be able to make it to the south to eat some hairy crabs.”

My fingers returned to the keyboard, once again plunging into the silent financial war and the fog of information.

But in the gaps between the rapidly scrolling data streams, I would occasionally glance out the window out of the corner of my eye.

Autumn has indeed arrived.

Chapter 149 The Subway?

At 11:30 p.m. on Metro Line 10, the last wave of passengers hurriedly squeezed out of the carriage and disappeared at the end of the exit passage.

Lin Xia stood at the end of the platform, leaning against the cold wall, closing her eyes and feeling the flow of air.

"Word of Power: Hypnosis in progress," she murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Not far away, Horus pretended to check the subway map, but actually kept a watchful eye on the occasional passing staff.

His tall figure stood out in the empty station hall. He had taken off his Kassel College uniform jacket, revealing a gray T-shirt underneath, barely blending into the attire of an ordinary passenger.

"The cleaners went west. We have fifteen minutes," Horus relayed the message through a miniature earpiece.

Killieman crouched on the edge of the platform, his fingers gently touching the dust beside the rails.

“The traces here are very faint, but not nonexistent. The Word of Power Prophet indicates that they did pass through here three weeks ago, but the traces after that seem to have been erased.” He looked up.

This is the seventh day of their investigation in Beijing's subway system.

Three weeks ago, two executive officers from the Kassel College disappeared while investigating a possible Nibelungen entrance into the Beijing subway system. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood, and no remnants of a conflict of spirits; it was as if they had been swallowed up by the subway tunnel itself.

Lin Xia opened her eyes, walked over to Killieman, and squatted down beside him. "Can you confirm what kind of interference it is?"

Killieman shook his head. "It doesn't seem like an aggressive word of power."

Horus walked over, hands on his hips. "It's the same again. Every station yields the same result: obvious traces, but abruptly cut off. It's as if someone carefully erased the latter half of the clue with an eraser."

Lin Xia stood up, dusted off her hands, and said, "Let's continue. There are still four stations to check tonight."

The three-person group walked out of the Line 10 station and headed towards the next station along Tucheng West Road.

Even at midnight, the streets of the capital were still bustling with traffic, and neon lights illuminated their young faces.

“I don’t understand,” Lin Xia began, “If it really is the Nibelungen, the king of the earth and mountains, why would the entrance be in the subway system? Why would the Dragon King choose a transportation network built by humans as the entrance to his domain?”

Guilliman replied, "According to records, the essence of the King of Earth and Mountains' abilities lies in understanding and controlling the structure of matter and the rules of space. As the ultimate expression of humankind's transformation of underground space, the subway tunnel is suitable as a connection between the Nibelungen and the real world."

Horus added, "Don't forget, there were many strange rumors during the construction of the Beijing subway system, such as construction teams encountering inexplicable geological cavities, passages that did not appear on the blueprints, and urban legends about ghost stations."

Lin Xia nodded slightly. Although her Word of Power Hypnosis was mainly used to influence biological consciousness, it was also particularly sensitive to the flow of energy in the environment.

For the past few weeks, she has been feeling fluctuations deep inside the subway tunnel, like the heartbeat of a giant creature.

We arrived at the last station close to midnight.

Thanks to Norma's powerful hacking skills, they presented forged engineering inspection documents and gained access to the already closed subway station.

In the deserted station hall, Horus took the lead. Although his Word of Power, Ghost Victory, was not activated, he was in a state of high alert, his muscles slightly tense, ready to deal with any sudden danger.

“The tracks are more obvious than at the previous stations,” Killman pointed out as soon as he stepped onto the platform.

"Look here," he said, pointing to a section of wall. To an ordinary person, it was just an ordinary tiled wall, but in the vision of the Word Spirit Prophet, faint patterns appeared on the wall, like capillaries.

Horus stood at the edge of the track, gazing into the dark tunnel. "I'll try activating Ghost Victory. Be careful."

Before his companions could respond, Horus slammed his fist into the ground.

The Word of Power: Ghost Victory grants him superhuman senses and combat instincts, which he uses to perceive anomalies in the tunnel.

There are sounds coming from underground.

Guilliman quickly noted, "It is consistent with the characteristics of the King of Earth and Mountains. The record indicates that the awakening of this Dragon King will cause geological activity."

Lin Xia pressed her temples. "Wait, I heard another sound, like whispers?"

The two men immediately looked at her.

Horus dispelled the spell and approached. "What whispered? What did it say?"

Lin Xia shook her head, "I don't know, it's too far away."

She walked toward the tunnel, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Horus grabbed her arm. “Watch out! Even though the train has stopped running, there may still be maintenance cars passing through.”

Guilliman frowned at Lin Xia. "Your Word of Power and Whisper resonated?"

"Maybe," Lin Xia took a deep breath.

The three remained silent for a moment.

Guilliman opened his notebook. "Let me make a bold assumption. What if the entrance to the Nibelungen, the king of the earth and mountains, wasn't fixed in one place?"

Horus raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

“The Beijing subway has 27 lines, more than 460 stations, and a total length of over 700 kilometers,” Killieman said, quickening his pace. “If the entrance is mobile, or only appears under specific conditions, it could explain why we found traces but not the source.”

"Snap!" The lights on the entire platform flickered a few times.

Horus immediately assumed a battle stance, shielding his two companions behind him. But the lights quickly returned to normal, with only a faint sound of wind coming from the depths of the tunnel.

“Maintenance notification,” Killieman said, looking at the message on his phone. “Routine power system inspection, nothing to worry about.”

Horus relaxed, but Lin Xia still stared into the depths of the tunnel. "That whisper had just become clearer for a moment. It seemed to be talking about the key."

The three exchanged glances.

Killieman: "A key? Does it mean the entrance requires specific conditions to open?"

Horus pondered, "What do the two missing agents have in common? Besides both being members of the Executive Department?"

Lin Xia's eyes widened: "Their Words of Power! Norma's records show that one of their Words of Power is 'Snake,' which allows them to explore their surroundings; the other is 'Bloodline Jiro,' which can locate the mixed-blood species in the vicinity!"

"Correct! Both of these words of power are words of power related to searching!"

Horus lightly tapped his palm with his fist. "So not just anyone can find the entrance; a specific Word of Power is needed as the key!"

In their excitement, they quickly realized a problem: no one in the group possessed a similar power of words.

Although Lin Xia's hypnosis can affect perception, it is different from that of snakes and bloodline Jieluo.

Guilliman pondered for a moment, "How about we look for Caesar and the others? The Word Spirit Weasel should be useful in finding them."

Lin Xia and Gilman Horus were the first to exit the abandoned subway station.

Then Lin Xia dialed Caesar's number and explained their three guesses.

Caesar said they would meet tomorrow, but only he might come. Xia Mi, who was in the same group, had also discovered clues and was currently traveling around the capital.

Chapter 150: First Signs

The atmosphere in the living room was somber.

On the coffee table were several items that Professor Schneider had urgently sent through special channels: two somewhat worn laptops and a hardcover notebook that looked like a personal notebook.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Fingel, and Frilian sat around the coffee table.

Chu Zihang picked up the hardcover notebook, which had no markings on the cover, and carefully opened it.