Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Impossible!" Angers interrupted the vice-principal decisively, "Although I am not a professional geographer, I also know that the movement of continental plates cannot be completely formed in tens of thousands of years or hundreds of thousands of years!!"

"In fact, it may be shorter." The vice-principal said slowly, "Maybe it's not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years at all, but thousands of years. And it only took a few decades for the continental plate to go from changing to basically stable. Hundreds of years."

Ange also lit a cigar in silence and slowly blew out a puff of green smoke:

"This is completely inconsistent with all kinds of data measured by humans. Data cannot lie."

"But the data can be forged." The vice-principal said calmly, "It doesn't even need to be forged. Maybe your research direction or standards are simply wrong."

Angre raised his forehead and said, "Are you going to obliterate hundreds of years of scientific research in the field of geography with just a single word of yours?"

"It's not me, it's the Dragon Clan. Angers, you must admit that this is a world that is not so 'scientific', and you always want to use science to completely explain this world. In fact, you are just another group of Christians, Christians believe in God, but you believe in science. Some of you regard yourself as intellectuals of the new era, resist religious beliefs and mysticism, and even sublimate your disgust and disdain for the latter into unlimited respect for science. , believe that science is the truth. When you put science on the pedestal, it means that you have not fully understood the meaning of 'science'. Whether it is mysticism or science, the essence is a tool for understanding the world, and the tool is held in your hand and used It's not for sacrifice. Don't suspect that there is a problem with the whole world just because there is a problem with the tool in your hand."

The vice-principal spread his hands, the smoke of the cigar curling between his right fingers, and his expression was calm.

Ange leaned gently on the back of the chair, rubbed his temples, and said hoarsely: "Okay, it's a very convincing statement, keep talking."

The vice principal shrugged and continued:

"The question you should be concerned about is where my ancestor got this secret from."

“After interpreting the Jewish Book of Abraham, my ancestor had a long dream that night. He recorded it in his autobiography afterwards: My soul drifted into another world, which is the world of the dead. , is a dead world, where all material attributes are subverted, light is no longer light, darkness is no longer darkness, I can feel the difference in the basic rules of the world..."

The vice-principal recited softly in French, his voice dark and obscure.

The candlelight flickered behind him and suddenly went out. The room fell into darkness for an instant, with only the cold moonlight outside the window shining lonelyly into the room.

At this moment, Angers seemed to see the world that the first generation of Flamel mentors saw, a deep, dead, desolate, and desperate world...

He leaned back suddenly, leaned hard on the back of the chair, and looked in surprise: "What did you do?!"

"Don't get excited." The vice-principal raised his hand and comforted him, "This is a little trick passed down from our ancestors. My teacher did the same to me back then. You can understand it as a small piece of spiritual resonance. The original source came from my ancestor. The purpose is to make you believe He actually saw the world, not just 'dreamed' about it."

"Okay, okay..." Angers took a deep breath and whispered, "I did vaguely see it. Is that the Nibelungen?"

The vice-principal nodded and said: "Based on the description in the autobiography, it does look very much like the Nibelungen."

"That book contains the coordinates of a Nibelung?" Angers' eyes gradually became intense.

"What you can think of, can my ancestor not think of it?" The vice-principal said helplessly, "The other book was also taken away, and I am not lucky enough to see its true face."

Angre frowned and said: "Take away? Taken away by who?"

"The Hebrew scholar, of course."

"Hebrew scholar?" Angers suddenly paused, his pupils instantly dilated, and exclaimed, "Are you talking about the Hebrew scholar who assisted the first generation of Flamel in completing the interpretation of ancient books?!"

The vice-principal nodded and said: "This is what is written in the autobiography of my ancestor. After the interpretation was completely completed, the Hebrew scholar who assisted my ancestor in interpreting the ancient books took the book away and was never seen again. My ancestor I even looked for him myself but couldn’t find him.”

"If I remember correctly, Hebrews are Jews."

"Yes, the Hebrew nation is also called the Israelite nation or the Jewish nation. The ancient Hebrews are a branch of the Semitic tribe. What they believe in...is God." The vice-principal said softly.

Angers was silent.

God, a name that represents omniscience and omnipotence.

The Secret Party knows God very well and has never believed in God.

In more than 400 AD, the elders of the Secret Party once held the power of Christianity and ascended to the throne of the Pope.

The secret party, no, not only the secret party, it should be said that the entire mixed race field.

There is one thing that the hybrids secretly acquiesce to, that is, the myths and legends of this world are actually replicas of dragon legends.

Just as the Bible records that Lucifer led a third of the angels to rebel against the heavens, and the hybrids who know the history of the White King's rebellion agree that this book is actually the history of the White King's rebellion.

And if Lucifer is the White King, then the God sitting in heaven can only be the Black King Nidhogg.

But at this moment, Angers smelled a different flavor from the words of his old friend.

His old friend, Mentor Flamel of the Secret Party, is trying to overturn his understanding of dragons and the old ideas of hybrids.

"You should have sensed that there's something wrong with that Hebrew scholar."

The vice-principal looked at Angers calmly,

"My ancestor said this in his autobiography. He and the scholar lived together for a period of time. During this period, he noticed the other person's weirdness, but did not pay much attention to it. At that time, he focused on that book Go up. When he got old and started to recall the past, he discovered that the scholar had many secrets hidden in him that were terrifying to think about."

Angers asked: "Are there any detailed examples in the autobiography?"

"Yes. The scholar often talks to himself in the dark in the middle of the night. The patriarch heard it when he was relieving himself in the middle of the night. The language he used was also very weird and it was impossible to tell what language it was. When I asked him the next morning, he said The confused look on his face means he didn’t get up last night.”

"Sleepwalking?" Angers frowned.

"My ancestor thought so at first." The vice-principal shrugged. "There is another example. This scholar is a devout believer in God, but he never goes to church to worship. On the first day of every month, he shuts himself up. He went on a hunger strike for a day in the house. The patriarch asked him curiously, and he said that God could not be worshiped in the church. The real God had already entered the cycle and no longer interfered with any affairs in the world. God had completely entrusted this world to those who came after him."

"cycle?"

"Yes, that's the word, but I don't know what the specific meaning is. In addition, the patriarch also specifically mentioned that this scholar accidentally said something interesting to him. He said that the real God is not omniscient and omnipotent, but this does not mean anything. hindering the greatness of God.”

"...Is he a rational believer or a black fan?"

"Maybe what he told is the truth?" the vice-principal said meaningfully, "Before he left, he left a motto to my ancestor - don't easily believe in the creatures you see in your dreams."

Ange's expression changed slightly and he said softly: "He knew that your ancestor would see some incredible things in his dreams."

"Yes, he expected it from the beginning, but my ancestor was completely immersed in the world of dreams. He would enter that world every night and explore it."

"Wait a minute, I remember that the first generation Flamel was the last person in the world to refine the Philosopher's Stone! Could it be that the raw material he used to refine the Philosopher's Stone was..." Angers was shocked by his guess.

The vice-principal was silent for a while and whispered: "The autobiography did not mention that the patriarch's attitude towards that world in his later years was very subtle, mixed with fear. The reason why I know that people who enter the Nibelungen will leave marks on them, This is where people with marks can find their way back."

"What exactly did he find inside?"

"I told you at the beginning, the truth, the truth of this world!" the vice-principal said loudly.

"You mean the 'truth' about plate movement?"

"No, it's all. The continental plate is just one of them. There is also evidence of prehistoric civilization, proof of the existence of Ouroboros and being the king of alchemy. He said in his autobiography that there will be appearances in that world from time to time. Mirage-like scenes, in those scenes, he saw complete continental plates, as well as black and white dragons soaring in the sky, and in an accident, the continental plates began to fall apart."

"Black dragon and white dragon?!" Angers was completely shocked.

What did the first Flamel see?

Black King and White King? !

"Yes, but what puzzled him was that the black dragon and white dragon he saw were different from the history of the dragon clan we are familiar with. The white dragon was obviously much larger than the black dragon. Although the size does not represent everything, he always felt that In those scenes, the status of the white dragon is higher than that of the black dragon!"

Angers panted heavily and kept wandering around the room, his expression changing.

He finally understood why the first generation Flamel passed down these secrets secretly and did not share them with anyone.

This is simply a secret that subverts mankind's understanding of the dragon clan!

No one would believe him, and he could not prove to the world, let alone reveal the truth that he could enter the Nibelungs!

There is a Chinese saying, "Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade."

A Nibelung that contains countless treasures and that can extract the Philosopher's Stone will become the target of countless people.

The fact that the old guy Leonardo can tell him these things is enough to prove the deep friendship and trust between them.

Angers was both moved by this incident and felt tremendous pressure.

He once thought that he was getting closer and closer to the final destination, but now he suddenly discovered that they had never truly and comprehensively understood the Dragon Clan!

The history of the Dragon Clan has been annihilated too much over a long period of time.

The vice-principal looked at him sideways: "Can you stop walking around? It makes me dizzy."

Angers stood still, turned to look at him, and said in a deep voice: "I suddenly remembered that you were responsible for the location selection of the college back then."

"Take care of my teacher's grave. As I told you before, part of the reason why I stay here is to guard my teacher's grave." The vice principal said confidently.

Angers shook his head, "You also said it was only part of it. Among the people still alive in this world, no one knows you better than me. Are you the kind of person who guards the tomb with peace of mind? Or are you from the Flamel lineage? Is your destiny to guard the tomb of the previous generation? There must be another important reason that urges you to stay here. Is it the Hebrew scholar? "

He bluntly stated his guess, and in his iron-gray pupils, blazing golden flames flickered.

The air temperature in the room, which was already low, seemed to freeze at the last sentence.

In the flickering candlelight.

The two people looked at each other silently, and no one backed down.

After all, it was the vice-principal who took the initiative to turn his head, looked at the fluttering candle, and sighed: "Don't always be so sharp. If you are so sharp, you will lose friends. You have to leave some privacy for your friends."

Ange said helplessly: "Why don't you tell me this from the beginning. The information you gave me is really important. Now that you have said it, you might as well say it more clearly."

The vice-principal scratched his head: "You are right, the reason why I stay here is not only to guard the tomb, but also to wait for someone according to our agreement, and this person is the Hebrew scholar."

Angers said seriously: "Who made the agreement with whom?"

"Of course it's my ancestor and him, could it be me and him?" the vice-principal said bluntly.

"When is the agreed date?"

"December 20, 2012."

"The end of the world predicted by the Mayans?" Ange smiled bitterly, "It was also moved a day earlier. Is this day reserved for you to pray?"

The vice-principal rarely made any jokes with Angers. He was silent for a while and lowered his voice:

"Allow me to add that this was the original date."

Ange said blankly: "What do you mean?"

"It means..." the vice-principal slowly turned his head, looked at the silhouette of trees outside the window, and said softly, "When I was inspecting the teacher's grave, I met this scholar by the lake. Although I don't know what he looks like. , but I’m sure it’s him.”

"Ange, the reason why I came here to have a showdown with you is not because of a whim, but because the time has come."

"You said before that you feel like you are getting closer and closer to the finish line. Now I like your statement."

"The scholar sighed deeply after seeing me. He said that we met at the wrong time, which means that the world line has undergone huge changes invisibly. Someone has broken the inherent cycle of the world, and everything from now on will be unknown. fate."

Angers' breath was held for a moment.

The first Flamel lived in the 14th century, and he lived long enough to live into the 16th century, but the Hebrew scholar...lived to the present!

"Is he a dragon?"

"No, he said that he is the last Semitic in the world, and the last one to face God directly." The vice-principal said quietly, "He calls himself an abandoner, and the reason why he lives today is to guide this generation. Creatures break the cycle.”

…

…

On the rooftop of the dormitory building.

The night is lonely and the evening breeze is cool.

Lu Mingfei sat alone on the rooftop, his feet dangling in the air.

He mixed ten cologne serums into a bottle of whiskey, raised the bottle to the moon, and took a bold sip.

Ten bottles of cologne serum may sound like a lot, but in fact they only add up to 10 ml.

Sometimes he drank, and sometimes he sang Zheng Jun's "There is no feast that lasts forever":

There is no never-ending feast

Everything, everything will be lost

There is no never-ending feast

Your tears and laughter will all be lost

If you fall in love with a girl, you must protect her

If someone wants to hurt her, shoot them with your bow and arrow

…

The cologne serum, which is a fatal poison for hybrids, mixed with wine, flowed into his body like it flowed into a black hole, without any reaction.

This guy even burped, his cheeks reddened as he was drunk.

To the end of the song, he didn't need to deliberately imitate Zheng Jun's tearing and hoarse voice, it was almost natural, and the lyrics gradually changed, from shooting him with a bow and arrow to chopping him with a knife until he was reduced to pulp...

The end.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the half bottle of whiskey left. The last trace of clarity remaining in his heart was that he was careless. His mother chose the wrong wine. This bottle has high alcohol content!

Gan! I can't hold it any longer, it's up to you...

He fell back holding the bottle, as if he was drunk.

A helpless sigh sounded.

Lu Mingze's small figure appeared behind him, caught his fallen brother, and instantly took the bottle from his hand.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "You said you can't drink it, so you can't pour it into a cup? You have to add the whole bottle of whiskey. Since I'm still with you, you can do whatever you want, right?"

But then, relief and a smile appeared on Lu Mingze's face.

Brother, this guy... seems to have completely changed, but also seems to have not changed at all.

In fact, he doesn't know which brother he likes.

Was he once a tyrannical and majestic supreme monarch who looked down upon the world with a cold eye and even looked down upon his younger brother? Or was he now the man who occasionally showed great majesty but spent most of his time wandering between being out of line and being indifferent? Mingfei?

In fact, everyone likes it very much...

But Lu Mingze knew that his brother liked himself more than he was now.

Then I might like him as he is now.

Lu Mingze picked up the wine bottle, forced it into Lu Mingfei's mouth, and said viciously:

"It's just a small amount of serum stock. If you don't drink it, it will all be wasted. Let me pour it all into you! You will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning! It will hurt you so much! Let's see if you can still pretend to be cool in the future!"