Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Han Gao's Word Spirit is a rare Holy Judgement. The serial number of this Word Spirit in the Word Spirit Periodic Table is no lower than Time Zero. It is also one of the few Word Spirits that can pose a fatal threat to the owner of Time Zero in a head-on fight.

Compared to the moment that can also threaten the status of time zero, the Holy Inquisition is obviously more deadly and dangerous to Angers.

A hundred years ago, Angers and Henkel were the most dazzling emerging mixed-race stars in Europe and North America respectively.

They admired each other and also wanted to defeat each other. Finally, by chance, they became partners who could trust each other. However, Henkel betrayed Ange's trust. When Ange turned around, he used the Holy Judgment to shoot him in the back, and the silver bullet almost pierced his heart.

After this, Angers never turned his back on Henkel again. He did not trust that profit-seeking... businessman.

In a sense, Fidelis von Henkel was indeed a businessman. He and his family, as well as all the North American hybrids who were affiliated with the Henkel family, were not as absolutely hostile to dragons with blood as the Conspirators were. Those dragon individuals who truly could not suppress their urge to destroy the world were usually only the second generation of princes.

Han Gao had never seen the first generation, nor had he had any contact with the supreme kings of the dragon clan. He also didn't know whether there were some cognitive differences between the kings and the second generation.

But when facing those third, fourth or fifth generation species who can communicate with humans, have reason and can restrain themselves, Han Gao does not mind showing his goodwill and even talking to them about cooperation. Although many pure-blooded dragons do not have a high status in the dragon world, they have precious knowledge of the dragon race in their brains, including priceless alchemical theories.

"You haven't called my name for about ninety years, you old bastard." Han Gao was stunned for a moment, then he cursed with a smile.

Han Gao and Ange are usually referred to by their surnames. They are the leaders of the Secret Party and the North American mixed-bloods respectively, and usually represent the top of the military power of the entire mixed-blood world. Many times, the attitude between them represents the attitude between the two mixed-blood groups.

Compared to the secular faction headed by the Henkel family among the North American hybrids, the Secret Party is obviously a more iron-blooded organization. Ange and Henkel are usually incompatible. They don't like each other, and sometimes even look like they want to kill each other with their own hands.

Some people say that Angers and Henkel are old enemies, and one of them is destined to kill the other.

But in fact, only they themselves know in their deepest hearts that although they are political enemies, they are also the few good friends left after the passage of time.

"People like us will die with swords in our hands. When I am liquidated, the Westwatch will press against my chest and will never be left aside," Han Gao said softly.

"After living for so long, aren't there just a few things we want? What should be written on our tombstones? Hilbert Jean Ange, do you still remember your friends, Menech Cassel, Lu Shanyan, and the other first-generation Lionheart members? Whose names are written on their tombstones now?" Han Gao looked up at the night sky where fireworks were blooming. His cloudy and old eyes suddenly became clear, and the abyss-like pupils were lit up with a golden color.

"Of course I remember. At Cassel Manor, it was me who collected their bodies. My name is written on all of their tombstones. The coffins buried in my memory are always burning. Look at my eyes, there is a wildfire of hatred in them." Ange laughed silently.

"You asked me to go to the central station of Rio de Janeiro together. What did you see in the sinner named Neo the Boar? What are you worried about, or what are you looking forward to?" Han Gao turned his gaze back to the end of the long road. This deserted road that spans across a large tract of alfalfa fields seemed to be paved in the abyss. At the end of the long road was a big city that seemed to be burning.

They were walking into the city called Rio de Janeiro, which was brightly lit today.

With a click, a thick stack of documents was thrown in front of the driver's seat of this old car.

"Boar Neo is a student at Kassel College. Norma has been keeping an eye on his movements for a long time after he left the college." Angers voice was as cold as the thousand-year-old ice in Siberia.

"This is as it should be. All students who violate school rules and are expelled will be closely monitored by Norma after leaving Kassel Academy. This monitoring will last for 5 to 10 years until we are sure that the student will not cause harm to society. Neo did not violate school rules, but the more sacred Abraham Bloodline Contract. We did not send him to Pacific Center Prison or execute him directly, simply because his violation of the Abraham Bloodline Contract was not too serious, and he was only 19 years old at the time." Angers hesitated, "We always show extra mercy to young people."

Han Gao did not continue the conversation. He knew that what Angers was going to say next might be beyond his expectations. The guy who called himself Boar Neo might be involved in more than just the betrayal of a big shot in the Japanese branch.

This incident may have touched Angers so much that he couldn't help but personally interrogate the short man.

"It was not until recently that I started to re-investigate his file. But someone deleted his information from Norma's database. Three years after Boar Neo was expelled from school, his name, his life and his existence were completely cut off. Norma and any existing system of the college will no longer pay attention to him." Angers said.

This situation is incredible. Norma is the most powerful artificial intelligence in the world. Her storage function is so powerful that it can be said to be against the sky. Everything that can be recorded in the existing text on the earth can be recorded in her storage system. Even if a student is expelled from school, Norma will not marginalize this student.

It felt like there was an invisible big hand controlling everything. That big hand didn't want Angers to pay attention to a small character like the boar Neo, so it kicked the small character aside.

"But I still found some clues through my own information channels. When he first came to Rio de Janeiro, he was just an ordinary gang member. He climbed up from such a small role step by step to his current status. Even for his mixed-race identity, it seems a little incredible." Ange took a deep puff of his cigar.

"I have accurate information. Boar Neo met a German-Chinese man who called himself Lin Fenglong many years ago. The Chinese man was very old. According to insiders, he was at least 80 years old. You should know who I think of." The old guy exhaled the cigarette fiercely, and hatred like wildfire was really burning in his eyes.

"It was after meeting that Chinese man that Mr. Neo started to thrive in Rio de Janeiro. He received huge amounts of money from millions of anonymous credit cards abroad every year. Even Norma couldn't find the source of the funds." Ange said, "I didn't feel uneasy. I was so excited that I almost trembled. It seemed like I was about to find the person who had killed my friends."

Ange took a deep puff of his cigar, and the lines at the corners of his eyes were as sharp as swords.

"Old guys like us live in memories. Those meaningful things are like shadows in the floating light, gradually fading away with the passage of time. But when I realized that the traitor who sold us out is still alive in this world, the tombstones of my friends seemed to be calling me. They asked me to pick up the folding knife to cut his throat, chop off his head, and take his body to their graves to pay tribute." He blew the cigar butt out of the window forcefully, raised his head and drank the champagne in his hand, his expression became ferocious.

"You are talking about Friedrich von Roon. I know him. He was the guy in your small group who liked to go out the most. He was younger than you and was trusted by Menech. He was even entrusted with a secret mission to China. To this day, we still don't know what the content of that mission was. It may have been buried with Cassel's death." Han Gao glanced at Ange. He was a man who was active in the same era as the first generation of the Lionheart Society. He was rising when Ange was rising. The two of them almost witnessed the prosperity of the entire Western mixed-blood world, so he was one of the few people who knew the truth about the Summer Mourning incident.

Ange suddenly opened his arms, his back was straight, he didn't look like a 130-year-old man at all, his long silver hair was blown by the wind like flowing clouds, he sang loudly some tragic old song against the night wind and the fireworks in the sky, it was so sad and heroic, it reminded Han Gao of the days when he had shed blood and fought dragons in the vast western wilderness.

Henrik could feel the past rushing towards him like the wind, hitting Ange's face. The old guy beside him was born to be a heroic man, even if it meant smashing his own head.

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"Senior, do you really want to... fight to the bitter end?" Lu Mingfei's shoulders shook violently, and the long windbreaker left his body like a big bird taking off.

His voice was still light and lazy, but his eyes were already burning with a golden luster that Boar Neo could not look directly at.

The short knife named Lust drew a cold arc of light in the darkness, and the arc of light stopped at the tip of the little man's nose.

The boar Neo had no intention of retreating or dodging. He just laughed madly and hideously, and his body seemed to be undergoing some changes.

Something was spreading rapidly toward the ends of the limbs. Ordinary people would think that a deadly poison was corroding the body of Neo the Boar.

But after a few seconds, tiny hairs emerged from under the man's skin, like a layer of iron-blue moss growing on the surface of the skin.

But if you look at it under a microscope, and magnify those "hairs" hundreds of times, you will find that each one is shield-shaped, with patterns like tree rings, and the front is as sharp as a sword.

These "swords" were piercing the skin of the boar Neo, and the appearance of scales was becoming more and more obvious.

The method he used to break through the critical blood limit was more extreme and more dangerous. He actually started by changing his human appearance, which was a sign of the third degree of blood burst.

Lu Mingfei realized that he probably didn't want to survive at all, so his face changed suddenly.

For a moment, the boar Neo's body was covered in blood, and the new hot dragon blood flowed along the new scales, the hideous blood color and the cold iron blue color intertwined together.

Beneath the scales, the muscles ripple like the tide.

"You can't get me alive. Either kill me or let me go!" The voice of the boar Neo became lower and lower, and finally it sounded like a low roar suppressed deep in his throat.

The thugs obviously realized that something was wrong with their boss, and they huddled together and shrank back. However, the girl named Krista still stood beside the short man with her head raised, her beautiful eyes always looking at Lu Mingfei's face.

Chapter 130 Funding

Ireland four time zones away.

Strong winds brought about heavy rain, and waves as high as a person rushed into Dublin Bay like black cavalry from the end of the sea, smashing into pieces on the seawall, and the sound of the tide roared like thunder.

This bay is located on the east coast of the island of Ireland. Its original name was Bel Azacles, which means "fence crossing town". In Irish, it means "black pond". This is because the River Liffey flowing through Dublin city brings a huge amount of peat from the Wicklow Mountains, making the river flowing into the bay appear deep black.

The magnificent castle built of huge rocks stands tall like a mountain in the wind and rain. The green, white and orange Irish flags are planted on every tip of the castle, fluttering in the fierce wind like falcons chasing freedom and flying towards the sea.

While Rio de Janeiro on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean was immersed in the revelry of the Carnival, Ireland, the westernmost island of Europe, was staggering in the heavy rain.

Dublin is the name of the country's capital, located in the easternmost part of the island of Ireland. It has the oldest library in Europe. The Guinness Brewery in the southwest of the city is famous for brewing stout, so today the distinguished guests of Dublin Castle specifically asked the waiter to buy freshly brewed stout to add to the fun.

This castle is one of the landmark buildings in Dublin. In 1169, the Anglo-Normans landed in County Wexford, Ireland, and have been controlling Dublin ever since. Thirty years later, King John of England issued an order requiring his people to build a solid castle for him to store his precious jewels and other properties and to serve as England's base in Ireland. So Dublin Castle was built.

For hundreds of years, this was the absolute core area of ​​England's colonial rule over Ireland.

The British king's envoys knelt on the ground and listened to the king's voice, while his knights wore heavy armor and implemented their bloody rule on the earth.

As a result, this city became the top priority target for attack when the Irish sought independence.

It is a fortress that has withstood the blood and fire of war, and has now become a very important venue for state affairs. Presidential inauguration ceremonies, state banquets to welcome foreign heads of state or government, etc. are held here.

But Dublin Castle was born in war after all. Every rock that makes up the high wall is rugged and weathered, and the traces left by wind and frost bear witness to the changes of time and history. Even though its responsibilities have changed today, it still stands in Dublin Bay like a loyal warrior, defending this city that no longer needs it.

Robert Anson Heinlein is the temporary manager of the castle, and his studio provides services to guests who rent the castle.

During this period, the weather is not yet warm, and few tourists go to Dublin Castle on purpose. In order to save high maintenance costs, the government will temporarily close the castle's viewing service. If there is no visit by a head of state or other large-scale state events at the same time, Dublin Castle will be rented out to people in need.

The cost is very high, and Dublin City Council will not sign leases with tenants for too long, so usually no one will do this.

Robert rarely actually had to work. He was quite old and had served Her Majesty the Queen and had worked for the royal family in Spain when he was young.

The old Spaniard tried to straighten his back, combed his hair meticulously, and wore a well-fitting tuxedo, white shirt and custom-made leather shoes. It is said that the guests who recently rented Dublin Castle are of noble status and must be treated with the highest standards of etiquette, but Robert did not care.

He worked in this castle for thirteen years and even met the President of the United States here. Even the tenants who were not on a state visit were either rich or noble, including the young boss of an oil mining company, a Hollywood star who was famous all over the world, and an artist who was said to be as famous as Van Gogh after his death...

The previous tenant was a crown prince of the Saudi Arabian royal family. His Royal Highness paid a high price to obtain the right to use the castle for two weeks from the Dublin City Government. During this fourteen-day period, this distinguished gentleman indulged himself in the castle. Every day, different luxury cars with different sexy women came in and out, fireworks parties, champagne swimming pools, and melodious music with an ambiguous atmosphere floated from the depths of the castle to Dublin Bay.

Robert walked along the base of the high wall of Dublin Castle. Under his feet was a wool carpet with violet flower patterns, and above his head were magnificent and majestic Celtic murals unfolding in scrolls. The most famous chapter among them was probably King Arthur and his Sword in the Stone.

The old man walked silently without making any sound, and the maids serving on both sides of the corridor or in various corners of the castle also deliberately lowered their voices when talking, so that this magnificent and huge ancient city seemed as quiet as a deserted canyon.

Behind Robert were two young attendants in black suits, pushing an exquisite dining cart with sterling silver plates on it. On the plates were roasted foie gras with matsutake mushrooms, pan-fried veal steak with rosemary, lamb tenderloin with stewed potatoes, and Arctic cod sashimi.

Potatoes are an indispensable ingredient in the lives of the Irish. Since this cash crop was introduced from the Americas to the European continent by the Spanish, the Irish have completely changed their eating habits. Their staple food has changed from soybeans and wheat to potatoes in a very short time. At the same time, the country is surrounded by the sea, and seafood is also a source of protein everywhere. Therefore, the dining habits of the Irish when entertaining guests have inherited the style of their ancestors, and potatoes and cod are indispensable.

It was already very late at night in Dublin, but the guests seemed to be night owls who were used to staying up late, and they still had an appetite for a sumptuous meal at this time.

Robert was definitely an excellent castle manager, and he would never refuse any request from his guests, no matter whether it was reasonable or not. So after being woken up by the bell, he immediately knocked on the chefs' door.

The butler was indeed quite old, and the dining room and kitchen of Dublin Castle were quite a distance away from the bedrooms where the guests rested. Robert walked breathlessly but remained calm.

The castle has many bedrooms, each with a different decoration style. The one the distinguished guests stayed in was designed and built by the Irish government in the 19th century, modeled after the bedroom of Buckingham Palace where George IV stayed. The current Queen of England once rested on the velvet bed in that room, so the guests also slept in the same bed with Her Majesty, which is a bit erotic.

The bedroom was at the end of the corridor. The candlelight was burning slowly. The dim candlelight was enough to illuminate the entire wide corridor. Schubert's serenade flowed out of the open door like a gurgling stream. When he finally reached the door of the bedroom, Robert waved to the servants behind him to stop, and then he meticulously adjusted his collar and hem, and then rang the dinner bell at the door.

"If you don't mind, please help us push the dining cart in." Robert was stunned for a moment, because from the sound of the guest, it seemed that this distinguished guest was a very young lady. He rarely saw such a situation. Most of the people who could come to this castle with strong capital were business leaders. These people usually had huge business empires under their names, and the liquid funds they handled every day were tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Or they were members of the Middle Eastern royal family. These wealthy Middle Eastern people controlled 70% of the world's oil reserves, and their wealth was enough to buy the whole of Dublin.

"Yes, today's supper is Scottish Highland potatoes stewed with freshly killed Irish lamb tenderloin, fresh top-grade steak fried over low heat and airlifted from Hokkaido, Japan, Danish matsutake mushrooms with top-grade French foie gras, and fresh cod sashimi airlifted from Greenland with Japanese Kobe spicy mustard." Robert lowered his head, took the dining cart from the servant, and carefully pushed it into the bedroom.

He thought that maybe this young lady was actually the girlfriend or some other relative of the real guest. This situation was not uncommon, as no one would rent such a huge castle alone.

But behind the silky gauze curtain there were only two figures, both of them blurry but graceful and slender, so beautiful that one could hardly take their eyes away.

Robert had also met porn stars who were the most beautiful in Europe, but even with his experience and vision, he had to admit that even through two simple and blurry silhouettes, these two girls had already defeated any woman he had ever seen.

The old man, who had worked in Dublin Castle for many years and had met many important figures, suddenly realized that these two young girls were probably his distinguished guests.

They checked in three days ago, and a stretched Lexus drove them to the castle gate.

Robert had never seen the guest's face or heard his voice before today. He felt a little emotional, but he still pushed the dining cart behind the curtain, then lowered his head and retreated to the door of the bedroom.

"Excuse me, Mr. Butler, how well do you like your steak?" Just as Robert was about to leave quietly, another girl suddenly called him.

"We don't know what the guests like, so we fry the steaks to medium rare," Robert responded respectfully.

"Please tell the kitchen staff to make me a well-done steak." Su Enxi said.

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"The boss doesn't like medium-rare steak. He said it reminds him of the days when he was on the run on the ice field. He ate raw steak at that time because he couldn't make a fire and had to survive." Jiude Mai crossed her long legs on the back of the chair, leisurely picked up a glass of champagne and clinked glasses with the girl opposite her. Golden beer foam overflowed and the bubbles in the beer foam disappeared in an instant.

An old music box was playing Schubert's serenade. The girls were wearing moon-white silk nightgowns. Their beautiful waists and slender, tight calves emitted a soft fluorescence. Their shoulders, which were revealed outside the bathrobe, were smooth and soft, with a slight red in their whiteness.

"But why do you ask the kitchen to send three servings to us every day? Be it breakfast, dinner, or even midnight snack. The boss clearly said that he won't interfere too much in this trip to Ireland." Su Enxi wrapped her bathrobe tighter. Her fingers wandered restlessly on Jiude Mai's thighs. After her nails scratched her slender, tight, white thighs, a layer of small goose bumps appeared.

A classic Brazilian movie was playing on the huge screen in front of them. The name of the movie was Central Station, and the place where all the stories in the movie took place was exactly the place where Kassel College and the North American hybrids jointly captured the boar Neo today.

The soft, slightly yellowish light flickered on the girls' faces. Jiude Mai retracted her thighs in disgust, then bent her knees and hugged them, curling up into a small ball, like an alert yet still elegant cat.

Su Enxi giggled, holding the corner of a tablet computer in her left hand and a bag of unopened cucumber-flavored potato chips in her right hand.

"The boss is a crazy person who often gets crazy. He might knock on our door at any time." There was a wandering light reflected in Jude Mai's eyes. Her chin was pointed and rested on her knees, but she didn't look like a cat, but more like a fox.

Su Enxi was stunned, and then she stopped talking. Their small team was actually very interesting. The princess who was as cold as the Siberian wind made a vow to never betray a certain guy. The long-legged man who acted decisively, tenaciously and powerfully had some unspeakable feelings buried in his heart. As for herself, Su Enxi felt that she was really a little crazy. She actually wanted to destroy the world with her boss, because in this way her name would be remembered by many people, and those who were high above and those who had looked down on her would all shout out her name with hatred in the flames of doomsday.

The room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the Central Park still playing silently on the screen and the melodious serenade flowing from the music box.