Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

As night deepened, the children were taken back to their rooms to sleep.

Norton stood in the orphanage's back garden, gazing up at the starry sky. Lu Mingfei walked to his side, and the two stood in silence for a while.

"What kind of creature do you think a dragon is?" Norton suddenly asked.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback: "A symbol of power?"

Norton shook his head: "No, dragons were just babies who were curious about the world at first."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

“We’ve lived for too long, so long that we’ve forgotten what we were originally like. But Constantine is different. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for me. Even after thousands of years, he’s still like a child.”

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a long time.

"And you?" he asked. "Are you Norton, or Old Tang?"

A night breeze blew, and the dandelions in the garden swayed gently.

Norton did not answer.

He simply reached out and caught a falling dandelion, watching it slowly burn to ashes in his palm.

Does it matter?

Lu Mingfei looked at him, his eyes stinging with tears.

Yeah, does it matter?

He is Norton, the Dragon King, and also Old Tang, who plays football with the children in the orphanage.

He is the King of Bronze and Fire, and Constantine's only brother.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.

"The people from the academy are almost here."

Norton smiled. "I know."

"Aren't you going to run away?"

“Escape?” Norton shook his head. “I’ve been on the run for thousands of years.”

He turned around and looked towards the orphanage. Constantine was perched on the windowsill, gazing longingly in his direction, waiting for him to return.

“Lu Mingfei,” Norton sighed, “if one day…”

Before he could finish speaking, the roar of a helicopter rotor could be heard in the distance.

Norton's expression turned cold.

"Let's go," he said calmly, "while we can still walk."

Lu Mingfei stood there, his throat tightening.

Frillie gently tugged at him: "It's time to go."

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists, but in the end, he turned and left.

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back.

Norton still stood in the garden, the firelight dancing on his fingertips, reflecting in his golden eyes, lonely and serene.

It's as if they had already accepted their fate.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and quickly left.

In the night breeze, dandelion seeds scattered and drifted down, like a silent farewell.

Chapter 31 Candle Dragon

The orphanage stood out in the darkness, like a lighthouse in a vast ocean.

Norton stood in the courtyard, gently stroking Constantine's hair, his movements so tender they seemed more like those of an ordinary older brother than a dragon king.

"Brother, they're here."

“Hmm,” Norton replied, his gaze sweeping over the sleeping children.

Little Anna was curled up in the blanket, clutching her tattered teddy bear; Mark was fast asleep, snoring softly; and Lily had a sweet smile on her lips.

Finally, his gaze fell on the darkness outside the courtyard wall, where countless shadowy figures were approaching.

He cannot fight here; he cannot let his children be drawn into the war.

Norton slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of bluish-white flame ignited at his fingertips.

"In the name of the King of Bronze and Fire."

The next second, the entire space of the orphanage began to distort, with brick walls, lawns, and iron fences all silently reassembling.

Reality was torn apart, replaced by an ancient palace.

Nibelungen, an alchemical kingdom independent of the rest of the world.

Constantine nervously grabbed Norton's sleeve: "Brother, it's me."

Norton crouched down and pinched his cheek: "Stay here, don't come out."

Constantine shook his head: "I can help you!"

“No. You are my brother, not a weapon,” Norton said, standing up and walking out of the palace.

In the square outside the palace, elites from Kassel College and various families had assembled.

At the very front row were the special operations team from the Equipment Department, wielding modified alchemical weapons. On either side were elites from the board of directors families, such as Gattuso and Beowulf.

"Target confirmed, Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire," Schneider said into the walkie-talkie, his voice hoarse. "Proceed according to plan! Our objective is to capture Norton alive."

The first wave of attacks came from specially made alchemical missiles from the Equipment Department, with warheads engraved with runes that suppressed dragons.

Each of these missiles is worth millions of dollars and is a secret weapon developed by the Equipment Department over three years specifically to combat the Dragon King.

The missile swarm suddenly stopped ten meters from Norton, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and the runes engraved on the missile bodies went out one by one.

Norton simply raised his left hand, and bluish-white flames appeared out of thin air, devouring these expensive weapons and turning them into ashes that fell from the sky.

"Rune missile ineffective!"

"Then let's switch to water-based spells! Iceland branch, move out!" Schneider immediately adjusted his tactics.

Three Class A agents from the Iceland branch stepped forward, chanting ancient dragon script simultaneously.

"【Word of Power: Frost Star】!"

An extremely cold ice crystal storm instantly formed and swept towards Norton, centered on the three of them.

The ground froze the instant it came into contact with the icy fog, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the plaza. Wherever the icy fog passed, the air condensed into tiny ice particles.

Norton simply raised his hand and gave it a light shake.

"boom!"

Frost shattered, and flames surged backward.

Three Icelandic commissioners were thrown into the air by the blast wave. One of them crashed into the palace wall, spitting out blood. The other two managed to steady themselves, their exposed skin covered in burns.

"Damn it, switch to physical attacks! Gattuso Squad!" Schneider's worst fears came true.

The Gattuso family's elite squad consisted of six half-bloods dressed as knights, each wielding a specially crafted alchemical spear tip coated with a potent poison unearthed from dragon ruins, enough to paralyze the Dragon King's senses.

Their charging posture resembled that of ancient knights, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Norton didn't even turn around; he simply flicked his finger through the air.

"Zheng"

Dozens of spikes rose from the ground, each piercing the shoulder or thigh of a raider, pinning them all in mid-air.

Fresh blood dripped down the sharp spikes.

Norton turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the struggling Gattuso elite mixed-race man: "Is that all you've got?"

The battle reached a stalemate, and the number of wounded continued to rise. Just then, a figure silently appeared behind Norton.

Fujiwara Shinnosuke, a high-ranking assassin of the Gattuso family.

[Word of Power - Time Zero] was activated, and the world slowed down in his eyes, with everyone's movements appearing as if they were still.

He wielded the alchemical dagger "Kingslayer," a gift from Pompeii Gattuso, its blade engraved with ancient curse runes, specifically designed to target beings of the Dragon King level.

He could have ambushed Norton directly, but he didn't. His target was Constantine, who was hiding at the palace gate, nervously observing the battle.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king; no, it should be 'use the younger brother to control the elder brother,'" Fujiwara Shinnosuke sneered inwardly, his figure moving like a ghost across the still battlefield.

The instant time resumed its flow, Fujiwara Shinnosuke gripped Constantine's neck, the poisoned dagger "Kingslayer" pressed against Constantine's heart.

The blade pierced through the clothes and gently pressed against the boy's pale skin, from which a drop of blood slowly seeped out.

“Your Majesty Norton,” Fujiwara Shinnosuke said with a smile and a respectful tone, “please surrender, or else…”

He applied a little force, and the tip of the knife went in half a step further. "Your dear brother is probably going to suffer a bit."

Norton's pupils suddenly contracted.

Constantine struggled, "Brother."

The flames gathered in Norton's palm, then abruptly died down. He couldn't take the risk; he couldn't gamble with Constantine's life.

Norton stood there and smiled, a smile tinged with unspeakable irony and sorrow.

He recalled his twenty-odd years of life as "Old Tang," taking on all sorts of bizarre commissions on the Hunter website, playing StarCraft all night with Lu Mingfei, and promising to take the children from the orphanage to the Brooklyn amusement park.

He recalled Lu Mingfei and Frilian standing in the courtyard, quietly watching him, without fear or hostility.

"How ironic," he murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it. "Having lived for thousands of years, what I cherish most in the end is this twenty-odd years of human life."

Fujiwara Shinnosuke's blade drew closer, and Constantine's blood trickled down the edge. "Your Majesty, please make a choice. My patience is finite."

Norton looked up, his golden eyes burning with a resolute flame.

"Do you think you can make me submit by taking Constantine hostage?"

Norton slowly opened his arms, and the White Emperor City began to tremble, with the dragon runes on the walls lighting up one after another.

Professor Schneider abruptly stood up in the command vehicle, the energy readings on the monitoring screen skyrocketing: "Damn it! He's about to activate [Candle Dragon]! Everyone evacuate immediately! Repeat, everyone evacuate immediately!"