Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

The secrets of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, the current Dragon King of the Demon Clan, and also the true master of the eerie red lotus blooming in the mountains of Osaka.

"If they want war, then let them fight," Genji's voice became ethereal and otherworldly. "It's time to end this thousand-year-old destiny. I just wonder what kind of expression my dear brother, the noble Amaterasu, will have when he discovers that the path to the underworld he swore to sever is not only lined with demons from the Oni Clan, but also with his once dearest younger brother?"

He stretched out his pale fingers, lightly picked up the black folder, but didn't open it, casually tossing it onto the moonlit tatami mat.

"Komu," he called.

"exist."

"Pass the word: speed up the exploration of the Path to the Underworld. The Serpent Clan won't give us much time." A cold golden light flashed in Genji's eyes, a sign of boiling dragon blood and the majesty of a demon. "Also, prepare to welcome our guests. Those aces sent by headquarters, especially the S-rank, Lu Jun. I'm very interested to see how much brilliance he can bring, given how highly Angers values ​​him and who possesses Time Zero. Perhaps he can bring us unexpected changes."

"Yes." Sakurai Kogure accepted the order, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Then, what about the follow-up cleanup and relocation work for the guests who were dealt with like Manaka Hideki?"

“As usual,” Yuan Zhinv waved her hand, looking out the window again, her tone indifferent. “Those with value will be absorbed into the outer perimeter, or sent to the laboratory for final waste utilization. Those without value will be disposed of cleanly, leaving no trace. The miracles of the Paradise Pavilion can only exist in legends and desires, and cannot leave any concrete evidence.”

"Understood," Sakurai Kogure replied again, silently retreating to prepare to leave and carry out the order.

Just as she was about to leave the room, Genji suddenly spoke again: "By the way, Kogure. Do you think that when moths fly into a flame, they really just crave the light? Or do they actually know that they will turn to ashes the moment they fly in, but what they want is the burning itself?"

Sakurai Kogure paused, remained silent for a moment, and replied softly, "I don't know. But perhaps for a moth born in eternal darkness, the ability to choose what to burn is already a luxurious freedom."

Yuan Zhinü smiled, and this time her smile was much more genuine.

“Well said. Freedom, even if it’s just a moment of freedom before destruction,” he murmured to himself, casting his gaze once more toward the boundless night outside the window, as if he could pierce through the mountains and see the dazzling, cold sea of ​​light in the direction of Tokyo, the storm brewing in the ancient shrine, and in the luxury hotel, several young variables also entangled in the threads of fate.

"Stay with me a little longer."

Minamoto no Chiyomi, in high spirits, downed the strong liquor in her glass, then wrapped her arms around Sakurai Kogure's neck and kissed her lips. Sakurai Kogure instinctively straightened up to meet her kiss; his kisses were always so sudden, fierce as a wild beast, like a storm, like a wolf tearing its prey's throat and sucking its blood.

In the midst of that fierce kiss, Sakurai Kogure's body went limp and her mind became hazy, as if she had fallen into the clouds. Genji held Sakurai Kogure's petite body tightly in her arms, burying her head in her chest, remaining silent for a long time before releasing her. Sakurai Kogure straightened her clothes and knelt respectfully to the side.

"Overworking is not a good habit."

Sakurai Kogure didn't answer. She worked tirelessly, almost without sleep, for the sake of the Pleasure House's business; if it weren't for the dragon's blood, she would have collapsed long ago. But she had no complaints; she was happy to be in this position. The better the business, the higher her status among the demons, allowing her to continue serving Genji.

Chapter 369 Genji: Lu-kun, please save Kogure

In Sakurai Kogure's eyes, Genji was the entire world, but he was nothing to her. She had seen him kiss other women, and had been kissed by him, but his kisses were never for love, only for desire and taking.

After being kissed by him, Sakurai Kogure felt a surge of joy. She had given herself to him again, giving him temporary peace.

“There’s still a secret in your heart,” said Genjiro.

Sakurai Kogure was slightly startled; the kiss from the person she loved made her forget the most crucial thing: "The Snake Clan has gathered together tonight, and the special mission from the Kassel College headquarters has all checked into the hotel."

The man became unusually serious, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight: "The Burial Ground of Gods?"

"Hmm. Tonight, all the high-ranking officials of the Snake Clan are gathered at the shrine. It hasn't been this grand in decades. Unfortunately, our people couldn't get in, so we don't know what the meeting was about yet. But since the academy's elites started a meeting as soon as they arrived, it can only be related to the Shrine of the Gods. Should I send someone to investigate?"

"No need. I know what the Snake-Headed Eight Families are up to. That old bastard Tachibana Masamune is trying to incite the Snake-Headed Eight Families to start a war with us," Genji said casually. "Kassel College represents a third-party force. Once they join, the game will change drastically. Tachibana Masamune is probably eliminating dissidents and choosing a head of the family who is willing to fight."

"This is a group photo of Frillie, Caesar, Chu Zihang, Fingel, Lu Mingfei, and Nono," Sakurai Kogure handed over the faxed photo. "Please take a look."

The photo is a group photo of several people. They have many group photos, but Sakurai Kogure specifically chose one in which she looks rather disheveled.

After escaping from the Nibelungen under the Beijing subway, Chu Zihang, Caesar, Lu Mingfei, Fingel, and Frilian leaned against the wall to rest.

Chu Zihang and Caesar are on good terms now, so they don't mind being photographed together. All five of them were treated as casualties of the Beijing earthquake, and the police gave each of them a traditional Northeastern Chinese overcoat. Fingel complained that the bright, colorful outfit looked really festive, but it was a shame it looked bad on Lu Mingfei.

Fingel and Caesar received bread, large Russian rye bread. Lu Mingfei, Nono, and Frilian took hot steamed buns.

Fingel approached Nono with a lewd grin, but Nono shook her head repeatedly, making one wonder if Fingel was some kind of street thug. Actually, Fingel only wanted to eat the steamed bun in Nono's hand, but was ruthlessly rejected.

Caesar's face was grim; eating dry rye bread was too grueling.

Chu Zihang was covered in injuries and had forgotten what happened in the latter half of Nibelungenlied. He only felt that it was related to Frilian. He looked up at the sky.

Lu Mingfei found an advertising board to sit on and ate the steamed buns in big bites.

At the edge of the photo stands a silver-haired girl. She stands quietly in the shadow of the ruins, her emerald eyes gazing in the direction of the camera, her expression indifferent, as if she were completely out of place with everything around her. It is Frilian.

Yuan Zhinv's gaze lingered on the photograph, finally settling on Lu Mingfei and Frilian. Her slender white fingers gently stroked the photo, and her smile blossomed like a flower: "Good evening, Mr. Lu. I've met them before."

Sakurai Kogure was taken aback: "I've seen him before? Was it Caesar?"

“No, you saw them too, Lu Mingfei and Frilian. In China, at a film studio, in a Japanese restaurant. They were filming a movie then,” Yuan Zhinu said softly, her gaze becoming distant. “There’s a lion hidden in Lu-kun’s eyes.”

"They are all lovely people."

Sakurai Kogure listened intently, holding her breath.

“I could tell at a glance that Lu Mingfei was extraordinary. He was Angers’ true trump card, the sharpest blade in their hands. As for Frilian, I couldn’t see through her. I felt that she had experienced far more than the average person, yet she was so young.”

Sakurai Kogure listened quietly and suddenly understood something. The strange expression on Genji's face when she looked at the photo was not a scrutiny of an enemy, but a longing for a friend.

"Shouldn't we consider the influence of Caesar and Chu Zihang?"

"Caesar, A-rank, Word of Power: Kamaitachi. In the words of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he is like Yuan Shao, cunning but indecisive. Chu Zihang, A-rank, Word of Power: Monarch Flame. Let me think, is he similar to Zhao Yun? He needs someone to guide him on his path, otherwise he's just a helpless child."

Genji stood up, picked up the long sword with a scarlet scabbard from the sword rack, and slung it over her shoulder: "I have to go to Tokyo. I'll leave the pleasure house to you."

"Yes!"

Yuan Zhinü carried her long sword toward the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, she leaped up, put on a scarlet kimono embroidered with spider lilies, and sat down in the cabin. A maid respectfully served her strong liquor with ice.

Sakurai Kogure lowered her head. On the coffee table beside her, there was a row of Molotov cocktails, which Genji had left for her.

The roar of the helicopter rotors gradually faded into the distance, and Sakurai Kogure knelt in the moonlight, remaining motionless for a long time.

"Beep beep beep," her phone vibrated. Sakurai Kogure took out her phone and saw a text message from an encrypted number. It contained only one short sentence: "If things get really bad, go find Lu Mingfei. He will help you."

Kogure Sakurai gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Moonlight spilled across the tatami mats, and the spring peach blossoms trembled slightly in the vase.

Far away at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, Lu Mingfei lay sprawled on the large bed in the presidential suite, snoring softly.

The phone screen next to my pillow lit up; a text message from an unknown number read: "Lu Jun, long time no see. Do you still remember me? —Yuan"

Lu Mingfei rolled over and mumbled in his sleep, "Don't bother me, I'm eating steamed buns."

Sakurai Kogure got up, walked to the window, and gazed in the direction the helicopter had disappeared. The night was as dark as ink, and the crimson lotus burned silently in the darkness.

"I will wait for you to come back."

...

Caesar leaned against the railing of the hotel balcony, the cool, damp Tokyo night breeze ruffling his blond hair. His phone was pressed to his ear; Nono's voice came from across the ocean.

"So, those Japanese yakuza are being a little too nice to you?" Nono chuckled on the other end of the phone. "Private jets and presidential suites, anyone who didn't know better would think you were aristocratic young masters on vacation, not dragon slayers."

“I also feel something’s not right.” Caesar looked down at the dazzling city lights, his brows furrowing slightly. “According to the bloody history on the Night’s Watch forum, we should have received our introductory education in the cold, dark basement. The way we’re being treated now, either they’ve changed their ways, or…”

“Either the trouble you’re facing is so big that they’ll have to appease you first,” Nono interjected, hitting the nail on the head.

Caesar smiled helplessly and changed the subject to something lighter: "Let's not talk about that. What do you want me to bring back from Japan? I've heard the limited edition bags and jewelry here are quite nice."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Bags and jewelry? Cesare Gattuso, when did your taste become so tacky?"

"What insightful opinion does the great Ms. Nono have?"

"Hmm, let's buy a few PS4s, the latest models, and some popular games. Also, see if you can find any well-made porcelain, tea sets or ornaments, nothing too flashy, just simple and elegant with a good texture. We can give the PS4s to the gamers in the student council, and as for the porcelain, Susie and Lancelot should like it. We can't let you go on a business trip as president and come back empty-handed."

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll choose the best one."

"Alright, let's not keep Lord Caesar from enjoying the Tokyo night view any longer. Be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Caesar, holding his phone, began to seriously consider where to buy the game console and porcelain.

Chapter 370 Convenient Magic

The morning sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite at the Peninsula Tokyo, casting a warm glow on the carpet. Lu Mingfei rubbed his eyes and sat up in the king-size bed, yawning sleepily.

Then he saw a scene that instantly brought him to his senses—

Frillie sat on the sofa by the window, her long, wet silver hair cascading over her shoulders. She stretched out one hand, palm up, a soft golden halo gathering in her palm. The light wasn't dazzling; rather, it resembled the texture of Hetian jade that Lu Mingfei had seen in the video, like the dawn itself.

As she moved her fingers slightly, the halo of light slowly flowed, enveloping strands of her long hair. Visibly, moisture rose from her hair, forming delicate rainbows in the morning light.

In less than two minutes, her waist-length silver hair was completely dry, gleaming like satin in the sunlight, with the ends still bearing a slight curl from the magical drying process.

Lu Mingfei stared in disbelief, and after a long while, he finally managed to stammer, "Huh? This is so convenient!"

Frillie turned her head, her emerald eyes meeting his, and calmly asked, "You're awake? Would you like breakfast now? The waiter has brought it."

"Wait, wait, wait," Lu Mingfei scrambled off the bed, his hair still a mess from sleeping, and leaned over. "Could you give me one of those magic hair dryers too? I just washed my hair and haven't blow-dried it yet."

Frilian tilted her head slightly. Lu Mingfei was a little worried that Frilian might think he was wasting the noble magic. After a few seconds, she nodded: "Okay. But you need to sit still and not move around."

Lu Mingfei immediately sat up straight on the sofa. Frillian stood up behind him, her slender fingers gently resting on his damp hair. Lu Mingfei felt a strange warmth spreading from the top of his head, not the hot air from a hairdryer, but more like the feeling of sunlight shining directly on his skin, so comfortable that he almost hummed aloud.

He could feel every strand of hair being cared for by a gentle force, water molecules being guided and evaporated in an orderly manner. The whole process was quiet, efficient, and carried a hint of freshness, like a forest after the rain.

Maybe it's Frillie's own scent... Hmm, no need to think about it too much.

"Alright," Frilian said, withdrawing her hand.

Lu Mingfei touched his hair; it was completely dry, even smoother and shinier than if he'd used a hairdryer. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Magic is such a cheat! If this had been available back in junior and senior high school, I could have slept in for an extra twenty minutes every morning."

Frillie sat back down on the sofa, picked up a steaming cup of genmaicha, and sipped it slowly: "This is just a very basic spell. In my hometown, every child with magical talent learns it."

“Basic?” Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue in amazement. “It’s practically cutting-edge convenience here.”

The scene shifts to a black Lexus sedan smoothly driving through the streets of Tokyo. After a night of rain, the air is fresh, carrying a slightly salty, seaweed-like scent. News reports say that warm, humid air currents from the Pacific are currently affecting all of Japan, bringing continuous rainy days.

Inside the car, Caesar and Chu Zihang unsurprisingly occupied the window seats on both sides of the back row. This was an unwritten agreement between the two, and also a kind of invisible confrontation.

Lu Mingfei sat between them, with Chu Zihang to his left, gazing out the window in a daze, and Caesar to his right, checking emails on his phone. Frilian sat in the passenger seat, quietly looking ahead, her silver hair shimmering in the light streaming through the car window.

From their landing yesterday until this morning, Caesar and Chu Zihang barely spoke directly to each other. They both spoke to Lu Mingfei, and even when arguing about a single issue, they exchanged opinions through dialogue with Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei had a strange feeling, as if he were an unfortunate emperor caught in the middle of a cold war between concubines in a palace drama, torn between two sides. Frilian was like a great retired empress, here to assist him, the newly enthroned emperor, truly a model of imperial virtue.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei was looking down at a small booklet titled "100 Lectures on Japanese Mythology and History." To be honest, he wasn't particularly interested in this kind of book, but Lu Mingze had insisted on giving it to him. Based on past experience, the little devil never gave him anything more or less; everything had its uses.

Just like in the game Resident Evil, when you accept a mission and receive a key, there will always be a door in the mission that requires the key to open. If you lose the key halfway through, you have to go back and accept the mission again. With the wisdom Lu Mingfei gained from Resident Evil, the contents of this booklet will come in handy sooner or later.

“Lu Mingfei, you’re quite diligent.” Caesar looked up from his phone screen and glanced at him. “Reading so early in the morning, is this how Chinese students are used to early morning reading?”

"Nothing, nothing, I was just looking at some mythological stories about people living a good life," Lu Mingfei said, spouting nonsense.

The booklet briefly touched on Japanese mythology, most of which Lu Mingfei already knew from the anime. However, it was still necessary to read it carefully. The professors had said that the myths of various cultures were rewritten based on history, and seemingly absurd stories all had historical prototypes.

Take the Great Flood as an example. The Bible says that only Noah's family and the animals on the ark survived the flood that submerged the world.