Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

The horse, as big as a mountain, was wearing a heavy armor with intricate metal patterns. Its eight majestic legs left holes in the ground, and it was raised and about to drop, as if it was impatiently preparing to launch a charge. There was a mask on its face, and the holes exposed seemed to be emitting lightning instead of liquid.

There was a huge black shadow sitting on the horse's back, also wearing heavy armor, holding a curved spear in his hand. It looked like a branch, but its strange arc made people think that when it was thrown, it would be like a meteor across the sky.

In the painting, the only golden pupil on his iron-masked face was like a giant lamp, emitting light that would illuminate everything. He was about to throw the spear in his hand, but because this was just a painting, time seemed to have stopped there.

But it still made Chu Zihang almost breathless, as if he fell into an ice cellar.

In fact, all of Mo Qiuran's paintings were drawn with pencils, with no other colors at all. But in Chu Zihang's eyes, the painting automatically took on color. The armor was dark gold, the pupils were gold, and the eight-legged Pegasus Sleipnir spewed out blue lightning-like debris... Everything seemed to be right in front of him, as if he had returned to that rainy night.

Because he had really seen it.

Odin, the king of gods in Norse mythology.

On that rainy night a few years ago, facing Odin, he ran away, and the price was losing that man forever. After that, he searched for news about the academy called Kassel countless times, just to be able to go back and take revenge one day.

Blood debt must be paid with blood!

He never thought that he would see this image again at this time, in this way, and... because of this person.

Chu Zihang looked at Mo Qiuran.

Is this... a coincidence?

Mo Qiuran looked towards Chu Zihang as if he had sensed something. Before Chu Zihang could speak, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

Colored contact lenses?

Chu Zihang was stunned.

"I don't think I've seen you wear it before... No, your eyes weren't this color just now, so you put it on?" Mo Qiuran put down the box in his hand and walked closer to take a look. "It's gold, and it looks very domineering! Where did you buy it? It feels like it's glowing! Not bad, very handsome!"

Chu Zihang was startled and looked at a photo frame hanging nearby. In the reflection of the glass, a pair of burning golden eyes were particularly obvious.

But soon Chu Zihang realized a more serious problem - Mo Qiuran directly saw his golden eyes!

Look at each other!

Chu Zihang attached great importance to the information from Cassel. He could recite word for word the information he learned from the person in charge of communicating with him in Cassel some time ago. One of the information was - [Golden pupils are the most iconic feature of mixed-bloods. They must not be easily displayed in front of ordinary people. Otherwise, ordinary people will definitely suffer mental shock and deterrence, and in serious cases, they may even suffer trauma.]

however……

Mo Qiuran, seems to be okay? ? !

"You...don't feel anything?" Chu Zihang couldn't help but ask.

"What does it feel like?" Mo Qiuran blinked. "Very handsome. I feel very domineering after putting it on! Or do you still want me to fall in love with you at first sight?"

At this point he pretended to be terrified and backed away: "No way! I'm not that kind of person... I have to pay more!"

"This... isn't colored contact lenses..." Chu Zihang's uneasy premonition grew stronger and stronger. Whether it was Odin's painting or the fact that Mo Qiuran was safe and sound as usual after their eye contact, all signs pointed to the same answer, an answer he had never thought of before, but which was very likely and he was unwilling to accept.

Chu Zihang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

A few years ago, he had the "clairvoyance" and awakened his bloodline because he witnessed all that. In the past few years when he was alone, he had also been trying to figure out how to control his abilities. At least he could already close his golden eyes.

So when he opened his eyes again and looked at Mo Qiuran, his pupils had returned to dark black.

"It's not colored contact lenses... is it some magic?" Mo Qiuran asked subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that Chu Zihang should have super powers.

He finally realized that what Chu Zihang displayed might be one of the extraordinary abilities in this world.

So... eyes glow?

What is it for? No need to worry about forgetting to bring a light when walking at night?

"This is not a magic trick, this is..." Chu Zihang didn't know what to say, so he held on to the last bit of hope, raised the painting in his hand, and asked, "Where did you see the person in this painting?"

Chapter 18: The Husky Who Wants to Join the Wolf Pack

When Mo Qiuran saw the picture in Chu Zihang's hand, his eyes narrowed.

In the past, Mo Qiuran only painted the projections in his mind, because he could copy...but last night was the first time he painted Odin. Mo Qiuran painted purely based on the impressions in his memory, and unexpectedly discovered that the sketching skills he had figured out in the past few years were not bad.

So, Chu Zihang accidentally displayed his superpowers because he saw this?

Is it...

"Have you seen this thing too?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"You said you've seen it before, where have you seen it before?" Chu Zihang sought confirmation. He had never hoped that Mo Qiuran would blurt out "Of course it was a certain anime" in the next second.

"I don't know where it is, but it's not a dream," Mo Qiuran thought about it. At this point, there was no need to hide it anymore. "It doesn't seem like reality, but more like another space... a space that I have never found again."

"I'm not kidding." Chu Zihang's heart skipped a beat, but he spoke seriously, thinking that maybe Mo Qiuran was just lucky.

"I'm not kidding. In fact, I was really planning to tell you before, if you hadn't kept me in suspense." Mo Qiuran said seriously.

Chu Zihang remained silent. There was nothing he could do about this, even though it seemed that all his previous actions had been in vain.

"So, those things are real?" Mo Qiuran asked a series of questions, "Is the Odin I saw real? Were you wearing cosmetic contact lenses just now? Your eyes really turned into that color, and they were glowing? What's the use of this glow? Is it to provide lighting for nighttime operations? Don't you have to worry about being exposed? I thought I saw it wrong at first!"

Chu Zihang's thoughts were still a little confused. He always thought that Mo Qiuran, who seemed abnormal but was actually very normal, was actually as abnormal as himself. What shocked him most was that Mo Qiuran actually met Odin!

For a moment, Chu Zihang even wondered whether Mo Qiuran had the same experience as himself, but Mo Qiuran himself didn't know. Upon closer thought, this possibility seemed really high!

"So what is your special ability?" Mo Qiuran pulled Chu Zihang to sit on the sofa and handed him a glass of water, unable to help asking. He had wanted to ask this question since he realized that this world was called "Dragon Clan" and because he met Chu Zihang and awakened the golden finger, he had been holding it in until now.

What does the term "dragon clan" mean? Are there real dragons? Are they hostile to humans?

Does humanity rely on technology or its own unique abilities, or both?

There are too many questions, because apart from knowing some key words, Mo Qiuran’s understanding of this world is basically no different from that of ordinary people.

So sometimes Mo Qiuran really envied and admired those senior time travelers... They could remember things from ten or even dozens of years ago just like that. When he thought about it this way, he really brought shame to them.

Although it seems that part of the reason is that I didn’t like reading novels, anime, or playing games in my previous life.

"Mine is not convenient to show because it is hard for me to control it now," Chu Zihang replied, "It is a flame."

"Cool!" Mo Qiuran gave a thumbs up and praised. He picked up the glass of water in front of Chu Zihang, shook it and handed it to him, "This is mine!"

Chu Zihang took it subconsciously, and then was stunned, because a clear chill came from the cup. He looked into the cup and even saw some transparent ice flakes in the water.

It was just a moment of time.

Chu Zihang's original idea of ​​contacting the person in charge of communicating with him at Kassel College to ask if there was any possibility that someone like Mo Qiuran could be an ordinary person suddenly disappeared.

There is no need for that anymore.

If this could be due to a chemical reaction...

Chu Zihang looked at Mo Qiuran's pupils that had turned into ice-blue. Just one glance at him made him feel a bone-chilling chill, as if he were in a vast ice field.

This obviously can't be normal...

and many more.

Ice blue??!

"Your eyes..." Chu Zihang said.

"My eyes will turn this color when I use my ability, just like yours before." Mo Qiuran explained.

"It seems..." Chu Zihang's tone was filled with a rare hint of confusion and uncertainty, "There should be only one color, which is called golden pupils."

If what he had learned from the Kassel Academy was true.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the awkward atmosphere made people almost want to escape.

Mo Qiuran was rarely silent because just now, he was still thinking in his heart that this wave was stable. Fortunately, the projection provided by the system had a special effect of glowing eyes, otherwise it would be difficult to get in with only special abilities but no corresponding performance, right?

Then reality gave him a dull blow. It turned out that other people could only turn into gold, and their name was Golden Eyes.

This is too direct!

So, wasn't my action just now an admission of guilt?

This feeling... is a bit like a Husky trying to blend into a wolf pack by relying on its similar appearance, body shape and abilities, but when it walks in and identifies itself, it finds out that it has come to a pack of Labradors.

It's totally different color!

"Ahem... this is your fault. What era is it and you still don't know how to adapt?" Mo Qiuran finally coughed twice and said righteously, "Maybe there is a genetic mutation, don't you think so?"

"...very likely." Chu Zihang thought about it seriously and then agreed, mainly because Mo Qiuran's freezing ability and his pupils that changed color and glowed could not be classified as an ordinary person.

What's more, he also met Odin. Thinking of this, Chu Zihang's heart sank again.

It seems that I must contact the person from Kassel College to explain this matter... Chu Zihang thought.

Chu Zihang clearly remembered everything Odin said a few years ago - [Anyone who has been to this country can return to this country, so everyone who comes here must be a servant of God].

Chu Zihang is a person who has been there and left. He will definitely go back. Even if the other party does not let him in, he will take the initiative to look for it. At that time, he will take the sword in his hand and attack the legendary god like the man who wanted to let his son leave alive a few years ago.

It would be revenge at all costs.

But if Mo Qiuran must go back, whether willingly or not...

Then he must follow the same path as himself.

Otherwise, you will become food for those monsters who have lost their minds!

"So... it seems that our journey of combining our two swords will continue again?" Mo Qiuran quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, I'll contact the person who is responsible for communicating with me right away." Chu Zihang nodded. This was the only way to do it now.

For some reason, he was actually somewhat happy. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was about to go to a foreign country and suddenly had a friend as his companion, and their fate was so similar...

It seems... pretty good too?

Chapter 19 No need to go abroad for interviews

"How are you going to contact them?" Mo Qiuran asked excitedly, "Is it some special tool used for communication? Make a seemingly ordinary phone call and then say a mysterious code to transfer the call to you? Or enter some dark web website, or go to some place and use some identity and code to contact them?"

"Use QQ." Chu Zihang took out his cell phone and gestured.

"..." Mo Qiuran was silent for a moment, and looked at Chu Zihang seriously, "Use QQ?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded.

"Nothing special, just using QQ?" Mo Qiuran still didn't give up.

"No," Chu Zihang shook his head.

"This is unscientific!" Mo Qiuran looked incredulous, "Could it be that all the spy movies I watched before were imagined by the screenwriters?"

Chu Zihang was silent. So where did this guy think he was going? Was it a secret intelligence agency of the United States?

If we continue to recruit people in this way, it will probably become a contemporary winery in a few months!

"As far as I know, this school is a place where people like us gather. It is a formal university with legal educational qualifications. It also has a branch in China, but it is only a preparatory class. The university will send students there for further studies."

In order to prevent Mo Qiuran from over-imagining and causing unexpected situations, Chu Zihang chose to popularize some of what he currently knew about Mo Qiuran: "Our existence is known and allowed by all countries, but it has been well concealed from normal people."

"If that's the case, it's not surprising that the other party uses QQ... What the hell!" Mo Qiuran looked mad, "All his coolness is gone in an instant... And to be honest, I suddenly have a bad feeling!"

"An ominous premonition?" Chu Zihang wondered.

"I don't know, but it exists." Mo Qiuran said.

Chu Zihang couldn't tell for a moment whether Mo Qiuran really had a bad premonition or was just keeping him in suspense before taking revenge, but he thought Mo Qiuran shouldn't be the kind of person who holds grudges... right?

"Let me talk to the person in charge about your matter first." Chu Zihang chose to do the business first. He clicked on the friend in the QQ contact list whose avatar was a half-rotten tree and whose nickname was [Norma] and started sending messages.

Chu Zihang: [Today I suddenly discovered that my friend can use the power of freezing, and when using the power, the pupils of his eyes change color just like mine. Does this situation also require us to come to Kassel?]

"I didn't expect that a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would be so cunning and play word games. Not bad," Mo Qiuran, who was standing by, saw the message sent by Chu Zihang. After praising him, he thought of a question, "But it's three o'clock in the afternoon here now. Chicago is thirteen time zones behind us... It's two o'clock in the morning. Are you sure the person responsible for contacting you is still there..."

Before Mo Qiuran finished speaking, Chu Zihang's phone vibrated twice. A friend named [Norma] replied with a message, which did not seem to be an automatic reply at a glance.

"This is capitalist exploitation! It's really horrible. I'm still at work at 2 a.m., and I still reply to messages in seconds!" Mo Qiuran was slapped in the face before he could finish his words. He immediately started to criticize with a righteous look on his face, "Capitalists really deserve to be hung on the street lamps!"

Chu Zihang ignored him and went straight to read the message.

Norma: [Hello, I am Norma, the school secretary. I am happy to serve you. In view of the situation you described, please provide relevant information that can confirm the identity of your friend so that I can verify the identity and provide the information to the relevant school staff for judgment and processing.]

"Artificial intelligence? What a great thing! Has the technological level in the United States reached such a high level?" Mo Qiuran said again with great interest, as if the person who had been clamoring to hang all the capitalists under the street lamps was someone else.

"It's very likely." Chu Zihang had long been accustomed to Mo Qiuran's intermittent nerves, and was not surprised at all. He nodded and asked, "What identity information do you want to use?"

"ID number." Mo Qiuran said.

"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded.

The room fell silent again. Seeing that Mo Qiuran hadn't spoken for a long time, Chu Zihang looked at him with confusion in his eyes.