Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"Principal! Where have you been?" Lu Mingfei looked like a little nagging woman.

It was really irresponsible of the principal to bring them to a place like this and then disappear.

"LSD has been mixed into the ventilation system, so the air in this space is not very clean," Ange said. "I just met some old friends. I guess Henkel has met you too?"

Lu Mingfei was shocked. "The principal is indeed very good at predicting things. He is really Zhuge Liang reincarnated!"

"Actually, it was Norma who reported your whereabouts to me." The principal had no intention of hiding anything.

Lu Mingfei covered his face, "Mr. Henkel told me that this place is not monitored by Norma."

"If he knows that he is being monitored, can it still be called monitoring?" Angé chuckled.

He still took Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang to another room.

This is a restaurant, so the atmosphere is much more normal and quiet. Men and women are talking in low voices.

The scientific name of LSD is lysergic acid diethylamide, a strong hallucinogen that the CIA uses to torture criminals.

"The amount of hallucinogens is very weak, those people should have noticed it beforehand, but they don't care. Most people who come here usually show a serious and stern face to others, and it's a rare opportunity to have a chance to reveal their true nature." Chu Zihang said. His nostrils were stuffed with cotton balls soaked in alcohol.

Lu Mingfei was stunned as he watched this guy take the cotton ball out of his nose.

"So what conditions did you agree to?" Ange ordered a glass of brandy and asked Lu Mingfei while drinking.

"They originally wanted Norton's Dragon Bone Cross, but I refused. So they decided to study the corpses of the next generation." Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"Even if it is a second-generation species, it hasn't appeared for several decades. That thing does have high research value." He nodded.

"Henkel wanted to use 100 million US dollars to buy the opportunity to participate in the research, but I refused." Lu Mingfei hesitated, "But I promised to give them as many second-generation dragon bones as I could get."

"When it comes to business, you have to give in order to gain." Angers had no objection.

Lu Mingfei is the actual owner of the second generation corpse, and the secret party is just keeping it for him.

Like Norton's Dragon Bone Cross, the leaders of the mixed-bloods all knew that Lu Mingfei was its real owner, but because of the Philosopher's Stone of the Gattuso family, he did not fully own it.

"I asked them to help me search for certain forces on this continent, and also asked Han Gao to help me kill someone." Lu Mingfei did not hide his intention from Angers and Chu Zihang.

Chapter 81: The Nibelungen Plan

“The host of this banquet is Hen Gao. As a leader of the mixed-race society in North America, he holds similar banquets in different cities every year.

This is a feast for all dragons, and only truly outstanding mixed-bloods or mixed-blood families can accept Henkel's invitation.

The young people would talk a lot at the banquet, pocketing large amounts of US dollars from the gambling table or giving them away. In this way, they would open up the situation and integrate into the mixed-race elite class.

In a sense, this is a road to heaven. As long as one can get an invitation from Henkel, anyone can enter the true elite class among the North American mixed-race people.

The old guys dressed in suits and ties, carrying a lot of business in their hands, walked into the dark room hand in hand with other old guys. The transaction volume reached at such banquets each year sometimes even exceeded 1000 billion US dollars.

Weapons, potions, academic research, and everything related to dragons are their trade."

Ange leaned against the bar and drank brandy in big gulps, but his eyes often glanced at the glass of hot milk in Chu Zihang's hand, and his expression kept changing.

Chu Zihang really couldn't stand being stared at anymore, and drank the hot milk in his hand with a gloomy face.

"Lu Mingfei asked for it for me." He explained dryly. Angé made an expression of sudden enlightenment and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

"Brother, I thought you still don't drink like before." Lu Mingfei opened his eyes wide, looking a little surprised.

"I became an adult last year," said Chu Zihang.

Sometimes he really didn't want to pay attention to Lu Mingfei.

"Sorry, sorry." Lu Mingfei touched his hair awkwardly and whispered to the bartender, "Please give us another martini. Thank you."

Ange laughed heartily.

He invited Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang to sit down at a table, and then sat opposite the two boys.

"Ming Fei, actually the purpose of bringing you here this time is not to let you make a deal with Han Gao."

Lu Mingfei nodded thoughtfully, "I guessed it."

The North American hybrids and the secret party are very incompatible. This is because in a sense, although both are businessmen, the secret party has a lower bottom line in comparison. Although they suck blood from ordinary people, they make a lot of wealth from the financial system of the entire world.

But since the era of the Elder Council many years ago, the Secret Party has been the steadfast guardians of dragon secrets and the destroyers of dragons. For thousands of years, they have been running on every inch of land on this planet, mixing their own blood with other blood and sprinkling it all over every wilderness. They have paid many lives for the great cause of slaying dragons, and the bones of those dragon-slaying ancestors could even fill the entire Santa Monica Beach if they were piled up.

The North American mixed-race people are the descendants of European immigrants in America. Their prosperity and wealth are built on bloody plunder. Among these people there may be noble dragon slayers, and people who are willing to die for justice, but more are still profit-seeking thugs.

For huge wealth, powerful strength and long life, they are absolutely willing to bow to the dragon clan.

Henkel may not be such a person, but he is the leader of this group after all. His position is naturally opposed to that of Ange, and the positions of the Secret Party and the North American hybrids are also naturally opposed.

So during the last feast of dividing up the corpses of the next generation, even traitors like the Japanese branch were able to get a piece of the pie, but the North American hybrids could only watch from afar.

Europeans are certainly not opposed to doing business with Americans, but this kind of business is limited to normal trade. If they have any connection with the Dragon Clan, it will be almost impossible to have business dealings between them. For example, there are no Americans in the Senate or the Board of Directors.

“I have a feeling that the final battle between humans and dragons is about to come. It’s a very long journey, and an old guy like me will surely die on the way. And you, Mingfei, and you, Zihang, you are the best young people. You will eventually hold your swords tightly and step on our corpses until you see the final scenery. But if that day really comes, you will definitely not want to be alone with no one behind you, holding a sword and roaring to kill towards the king’s throne.” Angé’s voice was tragic and passionate, reminding people of those who died for justice in the epic.

Neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zihang said anything. To be honest, this kind of statement is not uncommon on the Internet and social platforms in recent years.

Especially since Lu Mingfei entered school, pessimism in the mixed-race society has been spreading.

First, the second generation species, which are rarely seen in a century, appeared in pairs, then the palace of the Bronze and Fire King was discovered, then Odin, who was suspected to be the first generation species, attacked the Moniah, and then the real Bronze and Fire King Norton appeared at Six Flags Chicago.

All of this points to the fact that the dragon resurgence seems to be becoming more and more compact.

And this may just be the beginning. When the doomsday truly comes, the tombs buried deep underground will open one after another, and the dragons that have sealed themselves in coffins will roar into the sky and head in a certain direction to meet their emperor.

And that emperor had black scales and black wings, and when he rose to the sky he cast a shadow that covered the mountains. His name was Nidhogg.

"So I hope you can integrate into this banquet. Every young person here represents a powerful force or an ancient family. These families may not be as strong as the Gattuso family or the Laurent family, but when they gather together, they are also a huge force. Henkel is very old. After he dies, the North American mixed-races will be leaderless. On that day, Mingfei, you may be able to integrate them, not only them, but also all the mixed-races in the world. Only united humans will not fear the majesty of the dragons. If mortals still kill each other in the process of fighting against God, then we will never be able to pull anything off the throne." Angers paused here.

He then looked at Chu Zihang, who was sitting upright with his hand still on the hilt of Murasame's knife. The killer still had no expression on his face, but his face was slightly red. This was because he had just drunk two sips of cocktail. Lu Mingfei thought that senior brother really couldn't drink alcohol. It was fortunate that Chu's mother was not around, otherwise both of them would have been beaten.

Angers spoke again, this time to Chu Zihang, "Zihang, you are also one of my best students. Even in my hundreds of years of teaching career, I have rarely seen anyone who can surpass you in talent and hard work. The students all say that you are Beyond Grade A, but when I assessed your bloodline, I originally planned to assess you as S-grade."

Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of magnificent golden eyes.

There seemed to be a mysterious mandala spinning in those never-extinguishing golden eyes.

He said, "My bloodline is not that high, Principal. You are also a member of the Lionheart Society, so you should know where my eyes come from. To be honest, my bloodline may not even be comparable to Caesar's."

Ange did not light up his golden eyes, but instead stared at Chu Zihang's eyes with his iron-gray eyes.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, "It's the Blood Rage Technique, right? Ming Fei also used this technique when he was fighting against Odin and Norton. This is a forbidden technique discovered by the first generation of Lionheart members from an ancient tomb. It can refine the blood of hybrids to temporarily suppress human consciousness and release the heart of the dragon. But this method has a fatal flaw. It will cause the dragon blood to erode the user's body bit by bit until the tyrannical and bloodthirsty will completely overwhelms the human will. At that time, the user will degenerate into a tireless deadpool, forever wandering on the edge of life and death, not recognized by dragons, and not accepted by humans."

Chu Zihang put on his sunglasses again. "I found a fragment of this technology in the archives of the library. It took me a long time to restore it. It is very powerful and precious. In the barbaric society before humans entered the industrial age, our ancestors relied on similar technology to ignite their own dragon blood and hunted the remaining dragons around the world. Often the death of each pure-blooded dragon meant the death of a larger number of hybrids or their complete degeneration. But we continue to fight, and death is a beautiful destination for those of us who chase after illusions."

There was no trace of emotion in Chu Zihang's voice. His heart was as hard as he was, and he was able to remain calm even when talking about his own death.

A kind and gentle smile appeared on Ange's face.

He said to Chu Zihang, "Your body is breaking down. If this continues, you won't even live to graduate."

Chu Zihang nodded, "I know. So when I can't control myself anymore, I will apply to bury a bomb in my heart. When Chu Zihang's personality disappears completely and Deadpool's soul awakens from this body, the bomb will completely destroy my chest. I won't cause any trouble to anyone."

Lu Mingfei's expression changed. He thought to himself that his senior brother was still the same senior brother, cruel to others and even crueler to himself.

But he was not particularly worried because he knew there were ways to save Chu Zihang.

Ange tapped the table with his index finger. "The academy is promoting a plan called Nibelungen. Through this plan, we can engrave a complex and sophisticated alchemical matrix on a person. This matrix can strengthen the bloodline of mixed-bloods and suppress the unstable will of the dragon race. If the Nibelungen plan can be implemented on you, your bloodline will be truly close to S-level, or even S-level, and the hidden dangers caused by your blood-bursting technique will completely disappear. However, the advancement of the Nibelungen plan requires a huge amount of resources, the most important of which is the dragon bone cross from the Dragon King Norton. As the killers of Norton, Mingfei and Caesar are both designated candidates for the Nibelungen plan, and you, Zihang, need greater honor. You need to kill a dragon, a real dragon to prove yourself."

Chu Zihang also stared into Angers eyes. After a long time, he finally nodded, with a slight ripple on his face. "Okay, I will."

He actually didn't want to die at all. He hadn't yet stabbed the knife into Odin's heart, he hadn't yet pulled the god down from his throne, and he hadn't yet avenged that man.

If there really is a chance to condense his bloodline and curb the deterioration of the situation, Chu Zihang will definitely strive for it no matter what the cost.

Lu Mingfei's heart moved. He thought that Eri might also be able to rely on the Nibelungen Plan to stabilize her bloodline.

Then she would be a normal girl, able to speak, see the world, hug the boy she likes, and live outside that small room.

"Principal." Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his hand. "If possible, I would like to give the quota of the Nibelungen Project to my senior brother. He needs it more than I do." Lu Mingfei said.

His expression was relaxed, as if what he was about to give up was not some technology that could change the world, but just an egg for breakfast.

Chu Zihang suddenly raised his eyes, looked deeply at Lu Mingfei, and then turned away.

He didn't say anything. This was how things were between him and Lu Mingfei. They would both give up the most precious things to each other for each other.

Now that the Nibelungen Project is more important to Chu Zihang, it is not surprising that Lu Mingfei gave him this spot without hesitation.

Ang Ran was stunned for a moment. "Are you sure? If the Nibelungen Project is used on you, you might become the first person in human history to truly break through the critical blood limit. I mean, without using any forbidden techniques or alchemical products."

Odin's Mask is some kind of great alchemical product, but it was completely shattered in Lu Mingfei's battle with Norton and could no longer be used. The alchemical matrix contained in it was also completely destroyed.

The school board spent a large sum of money to buy back the incomplete mask from Lu Mingfei. But Lu Mingfei thought that even if the mask was bought back, it would definitely end up in the pocket of the vice-principal.

After all, that sloppy old guy is the greatest alchemist in the human world today. His surname is inherited from the ancient Flamel, the first human in mythology who discovered the Philosopher's Stone and its use.

"No problem," Lu Mingfei said nonchalantly. Compared to the Nibelungen Project, his senior brother was of course more important.

He said, "At worst, I can find another one to kill later."

According to the share of the Dragon Bone Cross that Lu Mingfei could control, it was enough to use the Nibelungen Plan for three people. However, the work of engraving those alchemical matrices could only be done by Teacher Flamel.

It would take the old man about a year to complete all the matrices in a person, which means that even if the plan to create an artificial super hybrid can be implemented, it cannot be mass-produced. And the old vice-president is probably over a hundred years old now, and he might die one day.

"If it's your own request," Angers pondered for a moment, "of course I can, I'll help Chu Zihang apply for the Nibelungen Plan when I get back."

“Junior brother.” Chu Zihang was sitting next to Lu Mingfei. He suddenly turned his eyes and put his hand on the back of Lu Mingfei’s hand, as if he was about to utter some great oath to fight for justice.

Both palms were as hard as iron, and dragon blood was surging in his veins like a wild horse.

Lu Mingfei also looked at Chu Zihang.

The senior brother's smile was uglier than crying. He said softly, "Thank you."

Chapter 82 Cocoon

"Typically, such gatherings hosted by Henkel are divided into two phases."

Angers cleared his throat and began to popularize knowledge among the North American mixed-race upper class to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, "Daytime and nighttime. In the daytime, you need to wear morning dress. Generally, from 8 am to 6 pm, this time period is considered the daytime. Young people will gather in the hall during this time to play Texas Hold'em, dice or slot machines. Gambling will cause a large amount of capital flow and can also bring people closer together. Those who can attend this party are very wealthy. Millions or even tens of millions are nothing to them.

"Young people use the daytime games to build relationships, while the real leaders of each family use the daytime games to exchange information, do business with other old guys, and even determine the election results of a certain state through words. The gathering on this day every year is when the power of the entire United States gathers. Wherever Henkel is, the eyes of power are there."

Lu Mingfei's expression changed. He rarely heard the term "eye of power" from anyone other than Lu Mingze.

It can even be said that this has never happened before, but at this moment this statement came out of Angers mouth, which made him have some strange guesses.

The principal didn't seem to notice the strangeness in Lu Mingfei's expression. He continued, "Our goal is actually the night auction. It is a very small private auction. The total transaction amount of each item will exceed 100 million US dollars, and most of the items are related to the dragon civilization. Not all invited people are qualified to join the auction. Hen Gao has his own way to identify the bloodline of each participant. Only those with truly excellent bloodlines are qualified to receive the final invitation and participate in the night event."