Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Ange's face showed a rare trace of nostalgia. "Although I sometimes don't like Frost, he is indeed a person who likes to live in the past. He would move Sicily wherever he is. When I smell the smell here, I remember the first time I landed on that island decades ago to take the 18-year-old Frost to Kassel College for further studies.

It was a summer many years ago when the warm wind from the African continent blew towards Trapani, and then the whole island of Sicily became warm, dry and happy, with the scent of humid coral and wild oranges all around. "

Chapter 87 Constantine

A dark brown Maybach was running on the mountain road in the redwood forest. All the windows were rolled down. The girl in the driver's seat was slender, white, and had an expressionless face.

Not only was his face expressionless, he could even be described as a bit angry.

Xia Mi held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched the other hand out of the window, feeling the cool breeze of the early morning flowing through her fingertips and the slight chill seeping into her heart.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, her long and neat eyelashes trembled slightly, and the morning mist in the mountains flowed back along the folds on the girl's clothes in the wind.

Today, Xia Mi was wearing a khaki coat, a white cashmere dress, and white high-heeled sheepskin boots. Her straight and delicate calves were exposed between the hem of her skirt and the boots, and she was wearing velvet white stockings on her calves. She had a red chain on her wrist, and the silver bells rang in the wind.

At this time, there were patches of golden sunlight in front of us. A few seconds later, the Maybach drove out from the layers of redwoods, crossed the straight long bridge, and drove on the vast lake.

There are railway tracks near the carriageway, which is the only way for the CC1000 express train.

The surface of the lake was crystal clear, with slight wrinkles in the breeze, and trout jumped out of the water from time to time.

Although it is a lake, its name is "Goblin Sea", which comes from the lake goblin who gave the Broken Steel Sword to King Arthur in Celtic mythology.

Since we could see the Fairy Sea, we could be sure that the ancient, isolated campus was very close.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? You seem very unhappy." The handsome boy sat in the back row. He had a slender frame, eyes like an innocent deer, fair skin and a soft voice. If no one told others, no one would believe that this was Constantine, one of the twins sitting on the throne of the King of Bronze and Fire.

"Children should stay out of the way of adults' affairs." Xia Mi rolled her eyes at Constantine viciously through the rearview mirror.

"But sister, we are dragons, not humans." Constantine blinked his eyes. He was holding a large bag of potato chips in his hand, and his little eyes were full of doubts.

Xia Mi covered her face, "Times have changed, sir. Don't keep saying you're a dragon. Think about your brother. He was blown up because he was too arrogant. Do you want to be blown up too?"

"My brother didn't die because he was too arrogant. He said that we are destined to be killed. He didn't want me to die. He wanted me to live, so he thought of many ways and did many things. He also told me not to hate the people who killed him, and not to retaliate against the people who killed him. Because that is the only way to break fate." Constantine's eyes were soft but with steel-like stubbornness. He stared into Xia Mi's eyes, his eyes slightly red.

"Okay, okay, I really admire you. Can you please stop crying? You look like a bad girl when you shed tears like this." Xia Mi sighed.

As expected, there is always someone who can defeat you. Constantine is the youngest of all the dragon kings. It seems like he will never grow up, but it also seems like the mature him has already died in a future that never existed.

But Jörmungandr just fell for it.

Constantine sniffed, but ultimately managed to hold back his tears.

He said, "I actually listen to my brother. I do whatever he tells me to do. If he tells me to follow Senior Brother Lu, I will follow him. And I am very good at judging people. Although Senior Brother killed my brother, it was because he wanted to do that. There is a similar sadness in Senior Brother's eyes as mine. I can see that he is also sad about my brother's death. So I am willing to believe him."

Xia Mi didn't say anything else, and the cabin of the Maybach became quiet.

As early as three months ago, when Lu Mingfei brought Constantine back to Kassel College Valley College, Xia Mi and Constantine recognized each other, but both sides tacitly agreed not to reveal each other's identities.

It was not until there was no one around that Constantine said with red eyes that his sister, sister and brother were dead.

When the boy said this, Xia Mi also felt like crying.

Such is the fate of the Abandoned Clan. For thousands of years, there were only two people hugging each other for warmth on the throne. However, the person who had been with you for so long eventually died. Even though you knew that it was an irresistible fate, even though you knew that it was a helpless choice, you were still so sad that you wanted to cry.

But soon, Xia Mi discovered a horrifying fact.

In some unknown event, Constantine lost the power bestowed upon him by the Black Emperor, and he was no longer the master of fire and metal.

What this sentence means is that Constantine is still a noble and powerful first-generation species. He can still use all the Words that he once could use, but he can no longer cancel the Words of the same series used by other people or dragons, nor can he set off a riot of fire and metal elements throughout the world.

Today, Constantine is the only first-generation person in the world without a throne.

He lost power but retained strength, which may be Norton's doing.

Perhaps it was precisely by relying on this method, this method of depriving his brothers of their power, that the man who was most similar to the Black King among all the monarchs was confident that he could shatter fate.

But the future he changed was not his own, but Constantine's.

"Norton should have told you a lot of secrets in the history of the dragon race. A great historical restraint called destiny is right in front of us. That is the end of everything. Dragons and humans will die in that catastrophe, the whole world will restart, and all power will be gathered in the hands of the same life." Xia Mi said, "Humans call it the end of the world, and dragons call that event the reincarnation of the era. But no matter what the name of that thing is, it is an ending we cannot avoid. When destiny happens, all things that have something to do with gods or kings will step onto the battlefield with swords in hand, and so will we."

"Your brother and I were originally pessimistic. We believed that fate was something that could not be changed. It hung down from the wings of the Black King, weaving into a web that ruled the world. We were bound by this web and could not break free, no matter how hard we struggled."

"But today everything is different. Your brother believes he has found a way to change fate and shatter destiny, and I also see some hope for the future."

Xia Mi's eyes were blurred, and the image of a boy kept echoing in her mind.

That boy was Lu Mingfei. His voice, smile, his past, his promises, all of them combined to form a river that could wrap her up.

Xia Mi thought that she must have really fallen in love.

But when she thought of Lu Mingfei, she became angry again, and her fingers gripping the steering wheel became so tight that her knuckles turned white.

"Sister, are you thinking about our senior brother?" Constantine suddenly said. His eyes looked innocent, but there was a hint of cunning in the depths of his eyes.

As expected, no matter how simple and innocent it looks, it is essentially an old dragon that has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It is just pretending to be young.

The Maybach suddenly accelerated on the mountain road, pressing Constantine against the back of the chair. Xia Mi hummed and said, "Just eat your potato chips in peace."

Constantine scratched his hair, "Sister, do you like my senior brother? I can see it, don't lie to me. My brother used to have this kind of expression and demeanor, but later the girl he liked ran away with a guy named Liu Xiu."

Xia Mi was choked. She thought to herself, Norton, Norton, please don't die with regrets. It's not me who wanted to know the gossip about you. It was you, your brother, who told it yourself.

At the same time, her earlobes turned slightly red. Although the fact that she liked Lu Mingfei was no secret, Xia Mi still felt a little embarrassed when her nominal brother said it out loud.

"Besides, I won't visit you anymore, and you will just stay in the Valley Campus as a mascot." Xia Mi threatened viciously.

"Sister, I was wrong, please forgive me." Constantine raised his hands in surrender.

The Maybach began to slow down at this time.

Because at the end of the mountain road, at the gate of Kassel Mountaintop College, a red Ferrari was parked there.

The tall girl leaned against the expensive big toy, chewing bubble gum in her mouth, her dark red hair blown up and down by the wind, like a jumping elf.

It’s Nuonuo, she is waiting for Xia Mi here.

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Stepping into the Chicago Civic Opera House again, Lu Mingfei was led by the girls through the dim corridor into the hall that looked like an ancient Babylonian temple. He suddenly felt a little dazed.

For a moment, he felt that the past events that had been lost in the long years seemed to be about to walk out of the grave and come back to him again.

Those sky-reaching pillars, those magnificent domes, those majestic murals, and those curtains as deep as the night.

Many things seem to be the same as last time, but many things have changed.

When he saw the stage that was once used as an auction booth, Lu Mingfei smiled silently.

In fact, fate is not something that cannot be changed, just like this time when he walked into the Chicago Civic Opera, he was dignified and respected, and the waiters and maids along the way would bow to him to show their goodwill.

Even the Gattuso family, which he once regarded as a behemoth, now seems to be less valued by him. His current backers are Angers, the veterans from the old era, and the entire secret party.

His bloodline is unique in S grade, and the honor he carries is a weight that even Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero bathing in dragon blood in poetry, cannot match.

It is true that times have changed. The last country bumpkin nouveau riche Lu Mingfei has truly become a distinguished guest of the Gattuso family this time.

There was such an empty space right in front of the stage that every inch of it was covered with a dark wool carpet painted with undulating images like dragon scales.

Sitting here, one feels like being in the center of the world, and each pillar is a mountain supporting the heaven and earth.

Lu Mingfei saw at a glance the arrogance and greed crossed at the end of the long table.

They were respectively a long and narrow Tang sword, and a heavy and ancient Han eight-sided sword.

They seemed to sense that the true owner of the seven deadly sins had arrived, and the blades collided with each other, making a buzzing sound, like ministers happily seeing the emperor.

Four soft single sofas commonly seen in living rooms were placed not far from the long table, and people gathered around them in a small circle.

In the middle was a peculiarly shaped coffee table with a silver briefcase on it. Sitting on the sofa with his back to Lu Mingfei and the other two, only an old man with gray hair could be vaguely seen.

His shadow was projected onto the wool blanket by the brilliant light coming from the side, sometimes looking like a hideous evil spirit, sometimes like a holy angel.

The blond young man lowered his eyelids and served the old man.

It seemed that he only noticed the arrival of Lu Mingfei and others at this time. Percy leaned over and said something in Frost's ear. The latter laughed heartily and stood up with the help of a metal crutch.

It was the first time that Lu Mingfei had such a close meeting with the acting head of the Gattuso family who was able to stir up trouble in the mixed-blood society.

He looked at the old man curiously, who was as tall as him. Frost Gattuso, who was probably over fifty and under sixty years old, was one of the most powerful people in the mixed-race society. He was Pompey Gattuso's younger brother and Caesar's uncle, and controlled most of the power of the Gattuso family.

Whether in the previous time and space or in this time and space, Lu Mingfei had heard of this old man's name more than once.

He and his family have a strong voice in Kassel College.

Although Caesar was unwilling to accept it, he had to admit that he was able to do so well in the academy thanks to his family's influence.

The acting head of the Gattuso family has very subtle similarities with Caesar. Although his hair is gray, he is by no means old and there are not many wrinkles on his face.

Frost's facial lines were so hard and rough, as if carved with the tip of a knife. His iron-gray eyes were sharp, majestic, aggressive and extremely aggressive, which reminded people of the lances raised by the Scottish cavalry when charging.

This is an old man who, at first glance, you can be 100% sure is a hardliner, and in fact he is.

Frost is an absolute hawk in the school board. His attitude towards fallen hybrids, deadpools, and pure-blooded dragons has always been to eradicate them completely, even if those hybrids with disordered bloodlines are far from showing signs of degenerating into deadpools.

Frost is different from Ange. Ange's hatred for dragons prompts him to kill every pure-blooded ancient dragon he sees, while there are probably two things that support Frost to this day.

The most important thing is of course the interests of the Gattuso family, and the second is probably some ridiculous sense of responsibility.

"Long time no see, Ange, my old friend, you are still as strong as ever!" Frost and Ange hugged each other tightly, and the two old men patted each other's backs hard.

It looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years suddenly meeting again, but in fact, they disliked each other and wanted to spit in each other's faces at every board meeting.

"My friend Frost, is your leg feeling better?" Angers responded politely, but Lu Mingfei felt like he was stabbing him with a knife.

"Thanks to you, the situation has not deteriorated further." Frost finally let go of Ange. He turned his gaze to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang and nodded approvingly.

"I think these two are the most outstanding students in Kassel College in recent years, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. I heard that the only one who can compete with you in the college is Caesar."

Chapter 88 Nono

The dormitory environment of the college is actually quite good, absolutely in line with the image of an aristocratic college. Not only do they have independent bathrooms, but each dormitory is even equipped with a kitchen.

When Lu Mingfei was in school, he was often reminded of the poor living conditions of undergraduate students in China, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

However, neither he nor Finkel were diligent people and had never used the kitchen in the dormitory.

At most, when buying midnight snacks, I would take out pepper or cheese sauce from the enclosed space in the corner and sprinkle it on the snacks.

In fact, it's not just them. There are not many male creatures in the entire Kassel Academy who can be self-reliant and have enough food and clothing.

When the Sunshine Canteen was not open due to the sulfur bomb test of the Equipment Department, the boys would go to the canteen in groups to satisfy their hunger.

And if Watt Alheim's experiment affected the operation of the Sunshine Canteen because of the explosion, the boys would have to rely on instant noodles or takeout from Valley College for a long time.