Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The School of Medicine is one of the few departments that is almost fully staffed even during the long holidays.

Because they not only provide services to undergraduate students on campus, but are also always ready to rescue seriously injured alumni who are slaying dragons all over the world all day long.

"...That's true, but can Manstein really do this in his current condition? I'm a little scared, Manstein." Guderian lowered his voice and whispered. He squeezed himself into his brown-gray coat and followed Manstein on tiptoe. He walked along the wall of the corridor with his big belly, swaying and groaning, like a walrus following a skinny sea lion.

Manstein is the skinny sea dog with a glowing head.

Manstein was a little helpless. He carefully poked his head out from the corner and looked around to make sure there were no night watchmen wandering around. Then he sighed, "Sometimes I really feel like you are still in your youth of fourteen or fifteen years old, Guderian. You are about to become a tenured professor at the academy and will soon start working with Jean Gross. Why are you so sneaky when you visit a patient? No one in the school can control you now. What are you afraid of?"

Guderian was stunned for a moment. He scratched the top of his head with the hand holding the eco-bag. That part of his head was completely bald, and it sparkled under the bright lights on the ceiling of the corridor, which matched Manstein very well.

"I see you're being sneaky too. I thought we weren't allowed to do this." Guderian still lowered his voice.

Manstein covered his face and took a deep breath. "I should have been on duty in the central control room these days. Although someone has taken my place, if people find out that the head of the Discipline Committee is not on duty as required but is instead wandering around, do you think the authority of the Discipline Committee among the students will be affected?"

"In fact, it's not just the Disciplinary Committee Director. Anyone wandering around the hospital at midnight is suspicious." Guderian looked serious, but the seriousness collapsed after a few seconds. The old man shook the eco-bag next to his ears, and said, "By the way, isn't Mans not allowed to drink alcohol?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. His condition is special now. Besides, a little alcohol is useless for people like us." Manstein waved his hand and ran on tiptoe to a clinic. It was called a clinic, but it was actually the medical lounge on the inpatient floor. The nurse on duty didn't notice him, but Guderian's bear-like size made it hard not to attract attention.

"Hello, Professor Guderian. You come to see Professor Mans in person in the middle of the night!" the young nurse greeted crisply.

Guderian patted the nurse's shoulder with the attitude of a leader of a mountainous area on the edge of western China going to inspect the countryside, and said, "Well, I came to see how Mans is recovering. You've been working hard, kid, keep it up." When he said this, he thought to himself how novel it was that I came to visit the patient in person. What's even more novel is that I can actually poop myself.

Lu Mingfei is probably really a conceptual idiot magnet, and everyone around him is more or less a little bit idiotic.

After talking to the young nurse, Guderian became obviously more refreshed and spoke louder. Manstein was too lazy to pay attention to this funny guy and walked all the way to the outside of Professor Mans' ward.

Professor Mance was injured in the last Kuimen Plan. Odin's weapon almost tore his heart apart, one-third of his bones were broken, and half of his lungs were completely damaged. If it weren't for Lu Mingfei's words, he would probably have entered Valhalla by now.

But even though he was rescued from the hands of the god of death thanks to the efforts of the spirit that didn't want to die and the school medical department, he was still left with irreparable injuries.

Mans' left hand was replaced with a prosthetic limb and an artificial lung lobe. His heart has recovered well and is able to work independently.

The ward was quiet. Even though the temperature outside was only a few degrees Celsius, the powerful heating system made it as warm as early summer.

Mans was transferred to an independent ward two months ago. His recovery is going well and there are fewer expert groups visiting him during this period.

When Odin pierced him with Kungunir, he probably did not use the ability to directly erase someone's fate, so Mance was able to survive.

In the dim light from the bedside, Professor Mans was slowly flipping through a book written in German. His complexion was sickly pale, and his muscles were beginning to atrophy due to long-term lack of exercise.

The ancient god named Odin that he encountered during the Kuimen Project left him with indelible damage. That damage was not only reflected in his body, but also in his soul. He lost his most cherished student, but he himself shamefully survived the spear of the god.

This lingering, deserter-like sense of guilt and shame often kept Mance awake.

But when he saw Guderian and Manstein pushing the door open, he laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart.

The three of them were actually all Harvard alumni, but the difference was that Guderian and Manstein lived in the same dormitory for a long time, while Manns Rundstedt was two years older than them.

"Hey, Mans, we're here to see you." Guderian was beaming with joy, waving the eco-friendly bag in his hand at Mans across the entire ward.

"Long time no see, Guderian, Manstein, did you bring any wine?" Mans used his only remaining right hand to support himself and sat up straight. He sniffed, as if he smelled a very faint smell of alcohol in the air, "Is it vodka?"

"Your nose is more sensitive than that of an Angus hound, my old friend." Guderian smiled and placed three 750ml bottles of vodka on Professor Mans' bedside table.

These wines are high-end goods airlifted directly from Moscow. They are stored in quartz glass bottles with oak stoppers. The alcohol will seep into the stoppers through the pores of the oak, and the flavor will evaporate into the air.

Compared to whiskey, a famous liquor that is colorless and tasteless, the alcohol taste of vodka is simply strong. However, through the oak cork, only those truly excellent hybrids can smell the faint aroma of alcohol in the air. Professor Mance's bloodline obviously cannot do this, but his sense of smell is far more sensitive than others. He is considered the most experienced wine taster in the academy.

"I asked the principal some time ago, and he said that you will be able to return to normal teaching tasks soon, and I can treat you to a midnight snack then. The cafeteria recently hired a very good Japanese chef who is very good at making fried tempura and pork bone ramen." Guderian chattered beside Professor Mans. He and Manstein sat on either side of Mans, one on the left and one on the right. In comparison, Professor Manstein was much more taciturn.

They did ask Professor Mans, the president of Angers, when they could be discharged from the hospital, and they did get a definite answer.

Mans will be able to continue coaching around the middle of next semester.

But they also got some bad news from Ange, that Mance would probably not be able to participate in any missions of the Executive Division from now on. The injuries he suffered would be enough to kill any ordinary person, and Mance's body could no longer support him to continue on dangerous missions.

Manstein certainly knew how cruel this was for Mans. Although this old friend had served in the normal teaching mission of the academy, he was essentially a real warrior, and he had spent much more time in the executive department than teaching in the academy.

Professor Schneider even thought at one point that Mans was a more suitable candidate for the position of Minister of the Executive Department than himself.

He is powerful and ruthless, and has made great achievements in the battlefield of dragon slaying. From the video footage left by the Kuimen Project, we can see that even when facing Odin, a suspected first-generation dragon, Mance did not show any retreat or fear. He still firmly raised his weapon to the god, even though he was as fragile as a porcelain bottle in front of Odin.

Guderian was still talking, Mans would occasionally reply, and the three of them were drinking intermittently, but Manstein's expression suddenly changed. He noticed that there were two cups of steaming coffee on the table to the right of Mans.

This aroused his curiosity and vigilance, and the discipline director, who was famous among students for his meticulousness, began to observe the situation in the ward. He immediately noticed another suspicious point: on the bed on Guderian's side, there was an obvious dent on the quilt covering Mans' body, which was a mark of someone sitting on it.

So someone had visited Mance not long ago, and judging by the steaming coffee, that person must have left not long ago. But who would visit a patient at this time? In the middle of the night?

"I'm not feeling well, so I'd like to ask you two to do me a favor." Mans suddenly said at this time, interrupting Guderian's chattering. His pair of Aryan's unique silver-gray eyes seemed to be leaping with golden flames, oozing out cold murderous intent, but this inexplicable murderous intent was fleeting, and even made Manstein think that he might have an illusion.

"As long as it does not violate school rules," said Manstein.

"It won't violate school rules. I need you to help me find a piece of information in the paper documents in the library. The object of the investigation is an organization called Twilight Dogma. It split from the Secret Party more than a hundred years ago, and later changed its name to the Far North before World War II." He clenched the book in his hand as he said this.

There was a black titanium alloy card inside, and on one side of the card was carved a lush world tree using ancient techniques.

Chapter 105 Secret

"Then let's stop here today, Mans. You are still a patient and need to rest early." Manstein pulled Guderian, who was still a little reluctant to leave. At this time, the latter's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were watery under the half-frame glasses, which made him look several years younger.

Mance nodded slightly and tapped the hard cover of the German book twice with his right index finger. "Please help me pay attention to the matter of Twilight Dogma. It is very important to me."

Manstein waved without looking back, until he and Guderian reached the door and suddenly stopped.

This was because Mance called out to them from behind.

"There is one more thing I want to ask you," Mans' voice was calm and cold, like the icy sea of ​​the Arctic. He said, "My students, Aki and Selma, are they okay?"

"They're doing pretty well. Selma is a carefree girl, you know. It took some time for Aki to get over that incident. They have now joined the Dragon Blood Society founded by Lu Mingfei and become committee members of the emerging fraternity. Probably determined to make some changes, Aki and Selma are both undergoing very rigorous physical training and fighting skills training. When you are discharged from the hospital, you will see students who are very different from before." Mans said softly.

Mans then smiled silently. He gently stroked the black card with his index and middle fingers. The surface of the black card had a frosted texture that was not smooth. It was light and delicate, but it made people feel that it was holding such heavy power.

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The last wave of bitter cold swept through Illinois, and then the warm spring weather really arrived.

This is truly the season when all things come back to life. Even the red birch trees on the mountain outside Kassel College have sprouted lush new buds.

"...Okay, I understand, Professor. Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions. No, no, it should be my honor. I won't bother you anymore. I wish you a happy holiday. Okay, okay, goodbye." Lu Mingfei waited until Principal Angers on the other end of the call hung up before closing his phone and placing it face down on the desk in front of him. He let out a long breath and then slowly buried himself in the soft sofa.

The first rays of spring sunshine in Chicago filtered through the lush green shoots of the trees outside the window, casting patches of light into the dormitory.

The fine and gentle sunlight gently caressed the red hair of the girl sitting next to him.

Nuonuo fell asleep on the table. In front of her, like in front of Lu Mingfei, were piles of large books borrowed from the library. The titles of those books were respectively "The Rise of the Han Empire", "The Genealogy of the Dragon Clan - The Bloodline of the Han and Tang Emperors", "The Chu-Han Struggle - The Rise and Fall of the Chu State", "The History of Mixed Races in Ancient China"...

These were all books with strong academic value in the mixed-blood society, and each of them was enough to be used as a textbook for a Chinese dragon history course for an entire semester. The information in front of Lu Mingfei was also similar.

There was no way to make further progress on the Herzog and Far North line for the time being. The cunning evil ghost did not leave much information available for reference in the world. Only when Lu Mingfei boarded the nuclear-powered icebreaker in the summer could he glimpse more secrets. At this time, he and Nono naturally focused more of their energy on the second-generation embryo from the German Kassel family.

Since they had concluded that the spirit of Xiang Yu, the King of Sky and Wind, resided in the body of the next-generation creature named Yu Ji, their exploration now had a fixed direction.

It should not be difficult for Nono, who has a talent for profiling, to unravel the existing history and find the original truth.

After all, just as Principal Ange said, Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, was one of the twin sons of the King of Sky and King of Wind. This fact should have been obscurely recorded in some ancient Chinese historical documents.

But therein lies the problem. Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo have read through almost all the relevant books they could get their hands on, and of course they have also used their terrifying profiling talents, but they still cannot find any clues about the epic battle of Gaixia.

This may not be an appropriate statement. A more accurate statement is that they have not been able to find any evidence in history to show that anything related to the dragon clan participated in the Battle of Gaixia.

So their pursuit of this matter should have come to an end here, but Nono was keenly aware of the huge lie buried in history.

Chinese people often say that they are descendants of the dragon, and this is actually not without basis.

From Yao and Shun to the Ming and Qing dynasties, any war regarding regime change in any dynasty in the history of this ancient civilization is actually filled with the presence of dragons. The change of dynasties and the rise and fall of royal families are essentially the optimal solution obtained after those powerful mixed-race families with different positions fought each other.

Those wealthy and powerful families that claimed to have existed in China for thousands of years before modern history, every member of them had hot dragon blood flowing in their bodies.

Even if compared horizontally with all the national civilizations in the world, the brutality of ancient Chinese wars is unparalleled.

Some wars even developed to the point where they could be called genocide. For thousands of years, the people on that land were replaced one after another. Ordinary humans without bloodlines became civilians, displaced and gradually died out. The wealthy families with dragon blood flowing in their bodies spread their descendants to all corners of the country. Thus, a new civilian class appeared, until the rise of the next dynasty, when new wealthy families would replace the original rulers, and new civilians would replace the original civilians.

Thousands of years later, there are very few people of pure bloodline in China.

Many Chinese are actually mixed-race, but their blood purity is not high, and the dragon genes are mostly recessive, and most people are no different from ordinary people throughout their lives. But even so, the dark side of China is still the largest mixed-race society in the world, and even the secret party finds it difficult to infiltrate such a place.

This is exactly what Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo found strange and bizarre. Even in the peasant uprisings like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, which ultimately failed, the presence of the dragon clan can be seen, such as the red letter in the belly of a fish and the solitary roar of a bonfire. In fact, these were not ideas that could be thought of by uneducated and uninformed people like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang. The mixed-blood history books recorded that it was actually done by a second-generation prince of the Sky and Wind King line.

This makes no sense. The Battle of Gaixia was a war of annihilation that was so clean that not even a shadow of a third-generation species could be seen.

This history is so clean that there is no doubt about it, but this is precisely where its doubts lie.

Someone tampered with this history and buried many truths.

Lu Mingfei tried hard not to make any sound, so that the only sound in the room was Nuo Nuo's even breathing. He stared at the girl's sleeping face, the fine and warm sunlight not only fell on the ends of her hair, but also fell on her closed eyelids through those dense and neat eyelashes.

Nuonuo's eyelashes trembled slightly with her breathing. Perhaps because she had stayed up all night, her skin looked a little pale, but her lips were still rosy, and her eyebrows were still sharp and stubborn. She had a small pointed jaw and a few small freckles on the tip of her nose.

Lu Mingfei opened the window a crack, skillfully pulled out a pack of Soft Seven Stars from the drawer, lit one with a match, and watched the burning stick gradually burn out, until only a short stem was left when it finally went out.

The rising green smoke slightly blocked Lu Mingfei's sight. Nuo Nuo was curled up on the sofa in the morning sun, small and white, like a baby.

Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned. He didn't know when he had put Nuonuo in a weak position. He suddenly realized that he was the big animal among the crowd. Big animals should protect small animals. But why did he agree to go to the icebreaker with Nuonuo?

Lu Mingfei stood up, took a thick blanket from his bed, and tiptoed to cover the girl next to him with it.

The long red hair curled up like a red sunset under the sunlight. He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her hair, as if he was stroking a kitten he had raised for many years.

Nuo Nuo mumbled something in his sleep, which scared Lu Mingfei so much that he quickly retracted his claws and scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

The person who just talked to him on the phone was Angers. According to the flight information revealed by Norma, the old guy should still be on vacation in London.

The capital of the British Empire, once known as the empire on which the sun never sets, is naturally one of the gathering places for mixed-race wealthy families. In the early days of the industrial age, many wealthy families who were involved in the business world or the dragon-slaying battlefield settled there, including a large number of secret party elders who chose to set up their family headquarters there.

The royal family of England actually has dragon blood, which is one of the reasons why the queen lived so long. To this day, many important people who hold high positions even in the mixed-race society are still granted titles by Her Majesty the Queen to succeed their fathers.

The principal was very old, about 130 years old, and there were only a few people of his age in the Cassel Academy. Unfortunately, he had nothing in common with them. And those old friends of Angers who were still alive and could talk to him were almost all gathered in London at this time.

There is nothing wrong with the principal taking some time every year to get together with his old friends who are dying one by one.

Of course, Lu Mingfei took the initiative to call, and he couldn't help but choose to ask the principal directly. Ange swore that Xiang Yu was definitely one of the twins of the King of Sky and Wind. This was discovered when he borrowed some ancient books from some local mixed-race families in China.

According to the principal's speculation, the Battle of Gaixia should be the most magnificent dragon-slaying war in human history. Han Emperor Liu Bang summoned tens of thousands of mixed-bloods and multiple super mixed-bloods from all over the country. Using the principal's words, super mixed-bloods are mixed-bloods with a blood purity that exceeds S-level and reaches the critical blood limit. Lu Mingfei immediately understood what kind of people they were. They should be the same kind of people called the emperor among the descendants of the White King. If there have been mixed-bloods similar to the emperor in Chinese history, it means that their blood must have been obtained by a powerful king through his own flesh and blood.

In short, in the Battle of Gaixia, Liu Bang and Han Xin mobilized a powerful alchemical matrix and used the words of bronze and fire to evaporate hundreds of tons of liquid mercury, making the mercury vapor spread over the battlefield like a long-lasting thick fog. They also mobilized an astonishing number of emperors to besiege Xiang Yu, the king of sky and wind.

The final result of this battle was the death of Dragon King Xiang Yu. His dragon bone cross was obtained by five super hybrids after the battle. Those five people were Wang Yi who got the head, Yang Xi who got the left leg, Yang Wu who got the right leg, Lü Sheng who got the right arm, and Lü Matong who received the favor of the Dragon King and got his bones and blood.

Four of the dragon bone crosses were subsequently taken back by the royal family of the Han Empire, and only the one belonging to Yang Xi was lost. Yang announced to the public that the dragon bone was lost.

But among Yang Xi's descendants, there came Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Empire, who founded a powerful and brutal empire, an empire shaped like a dragon.

Therefore, it can be seen that the dragon bone in Yang Xi's hand should not have been lost, and may even have been passed down to the hands of later generations, helping the family to reach prosperity from generation to generation.

Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, left his palace in Northern Europe when Xiang Yu died, and came to China after a long journey. According to the principal and his think tanks, Norton came to China to obtain the Dragon Bone Cross of Dragon King Xiang Yu, but he underestimated the strength of the mixed-race people of the Han Empire, and eventually had to choose to fall into sleep when he was besieged.