Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"The Black Emperor..." Edjo said with squinted eyes, "Based on the Norse mythology spread by Odin, humans have extended a complete world view of Norse mythology, in which Nidhogg bit off the roots of the World Tree. , causing the world to come to an end, which is the Twilight of the Gods.”

"But humans don't know that the gods in Nordic mythology are actually humans themselves, because Odin is originally a human being."

"You said that you saw a black dragon spreading its wings covered with skeletons, and the world came to an end. This is so consistent with the popular Nordic mythology that I can't help but start to wonder if such a future has been planned many years ago. Destined."

Edjo sighed slowly.

He looked out the window at the vast world again. After many years, he suddenly found that this world was familiar yet strange. He had lived in this world for many years and thought he had enough understanding of the reality of this world. However, not long ago, Realizing that the reality of the world has never been revealed to them.

They are like oysters living in an aquarium, thinking they are in the sea, but the truth is cruel and absurd.

"Edjo, who is the Black Emperor you are looking at? Can you tell his identity?" Edjo did not look back, "Perhaps, you can tell me where he is roaring around the world, Kassel College? The Arctic Circle ? Or on a certain island?"

Qilan looked shocked: "You have already made a guess, right?"

"Of course, we have been aware of the awakening of the earthly king for a long time, and we have also guessed that Frixis will return from hell." Edjo said softly, "Just like we have known our destiny for a long time. , but we are not ready to believe it. Qilan, don’t believe what you see easily. Destiny is a lie. Believing lies will make you enter the grave early. You just need to... choose to unconditionally trust the people around you. "

The Dragon Clan is a creature that obeys destiny. The theory of fate is unimpeded within the Dragon Clan. The last one who believed in fate the most was called Jörmungandr.

"Aren't you the ones who believe in fate the most?" Qilan asked.

"We do believe in fate, but that was after losing His Majesty." Edjo said in a low voice, "When His Majesty returns, we have lost the reason to believe in fate. The fate of this world is never static, but Your Majesty will never Change is just like the waves, no matter how turbulent they are, will only crash into the rocks."

This was the first time Chilan heard his "Your Majesty" from Edjo.

He did not expect that the chief of the Presbyterian Church would praise a person so highly, and this person seemed to be far more noble than the Black King.

Who is this guy?

Qilan vaguely had an answer in his heart, and it was precisely because of this that he gradually became a little confused.

"Your Majesty..." Chilan paused, "What kind of person is he?"

"Your Majesty is not a human being." Edjo said calmly, "He is a god."

"Okay, what's your personality like? Do you like to complain?"

"Complain? You mean the desire to talk? Unfortunately, His Majesty doesn't like to talk very much. He is usually silent, but he likes to listen. He likes to listen to us tell the stories that happened during our long journey."

Don’t have the desire to talk, but like to listen?

Qilan wondered if he had guessed wrong, maybe the majesty Edjo was referring to was not Mingfei.

"Is your Majesty cruel and murderous?"

"His Majesty doesn't like swords, and no one can use swords in front of him. He doesn't care about this. He doesn't even care whether we have done something wrong. He just sits on the throne and silently looks at the world that belongs to him below."

"It sounds like your Majesty is very... homely." Qilan shook his head and barely came up with an adjective, "Your Majesty is sitting on the throne all day long. What is he thinking about?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Ed Qiao was stunned for the first time. He had never thought about it this way. He would never think about what His Majesty was thinking at this moment, because if His Majesty had needs, he only had to ask for them, and all the dragons would do their best to satisfy him. Go all out, just like that expedition.

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" Qilan narrowed his eyes, "In other words, you have never tried to understand him?"

Edjo was silent for a moment and said: "No one would try to understand a god."

"No, even believers in God will find out God's will, then record this will and print it into the Bible."

"If His Majesty has needs, he will naturally tell us." Edjo said coldly, "We can't refuse him. In addition, Ofina, one of the four high priests, is responsible for conveying His Majesty's oracle."

"Maybe I don't want to trouble you." Qilan spread his hands and said seriously, "Or maybe there are other reasons. In short, it is most likely not what you think."

"What basis do you have?" Edjo frowned.

"I have a friend in Kassel, his name is Lu Mingfei. He had a rough life as a child. When he was in high school, he went on stage to speak in front of the whole school. As a result, the vice-principal rejected his opening joke and asked him to Suffering everyone's indifference, he ended the lecture hastily and never stepped onto the stage again."

Qilan observed Edjo's expression and continued,

"He never told anyone about it. If someone brought it up later, he would smile awkwardly and move the topic away. He would never tell others that he was staying at his uncle's and aunt's house, whom he hadn't seen for so many years. I have experienced how lonely my parents are, and I have even thought that maybe my parents really don’t want him anymore..."

"Do you understand what I mean? There are some pains that they won't tell others, just like there are some things they don't want to share with others. Maybe it's because they don't want to mention it, or it's useless to mention it. No one can help. They, of course, won’t say it out loud.”

"You said that your Majesty will tell you if he needs it, but how can you guarantee that he will really tell you?"

"A monarch who always sits alone on the throne, but likes to listen to his ministers describe the distant scenery... He must really want to step down from the throne and go to the distant place himself?"

Qilan spoke eloquently, but the light words hit Adeqiao's heart hard.

He was stunned for a long time, and for the first time he looked at the vast and gloomy sky in a daze and confusion.

It seemed like it was going to rain in this city. Dark clouds gradually piled up from all directions, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

is that so?

Your Majesty really wants to go to a distant place to see it in person?

But why doesn't Your Majesty go?

If His Majesty wants to go somewhere, no one in this world can stop him. This is his world and his planet.

But in those years, His Majesty just sat alone in the depths of the temple, with only the sunlight falling from above and the cold main hall accompanying him.

Edjo suddenly felt palpitations.

He suddenly remembered that every time they walked into the temple and opened the door, the wind outside the door would blow the bronze wind chimes hanging above. His Majesty opened his eyes to the clear and melodious ringing, but rarely looked at them. His eyes always fall on the distant sky outside the door.

At first they just thought that His Majesty didn't want to see them, so they crouched down in fear.

But maybe...

"Is there any reason why a supreme monarch would be willing to imprison himself in a temple?"

Edjo murmured.

Yes, what reason is there for the supreme king to give up his freedom?

There is no enemy for him in this world. He is an invincible existence and the highest person in the world.

What is the reason for him to be willing to imprison himself in the temple and give up his freedom to travel far away?

This is unreasonable. Edjo can't figure it out, just as Smith can't figure out why His Majesty was willing to live as lowly as dust in that small southern city in those years.

At this moment, Edjo seemed to be standing where Smith once stood.

The path covered with paulownia trees.

This is a small city with sparse lights from the surrounding buildings, and small cities also have the benefits of small cities. For example, the sky is always clearer than the sky in big cities, and the stars shine forever on it, while the CBD area in the distance The lights are so bright that it is difficult for people surrounded by the lights to see the bright stars in the night.

The boy who sneaked out of the house lowered his head, carrying the stones on the roadside, and passed by Ed Joe.

Edjo looked at the boy's back and thought that maybe they had never understood His Majesty.

This is not only because His Majesty has never confided in them, but also because they have never really tried to contact His Majesty's heart.

What on earth is Your Majesty thinking? What are you doing again?

They don't understand it at all, but they always claim to be the ministers who know His Majesty best.

At this moment, Edcho's back was slightly hunched under the gradually darkening sky.

He stood silently in front of the window like a stone sculpture for a long time, and then he said in a hoarse voice: "Qilan, how do you think we can understand that person's heart?"

Qilan said softly: "The point is not 'how to get there', but the process of you trying to get closer, the mutual understanding and getting closer to each other in the process."

"...Why does it sound like we are in love?" Edjo said blankly.

"Whether it's love or family affection, it's ultimately a process of hearts getting closer to each other."

"I generally understand." Edjo sighed softly, "Human beings are really complex creatures. How could your Majesty choose to become a creature like you? I don't understand, but I can only choose to support it. Qilan, I appreciate your prediction. Already received, go to the next place, the person you want to see and remind is not just me, right?"

Qilan nodded silently.

"It seems that you have found the key to breaking the fate, and you are not helpless." Edjo smiled and said, "You are also a part of it when you come to see me, right? Could it be that the way you see to break the situation is for all of us to unite Rise up and defeat the last Black Emperor?”

Qilan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Of course not. In the future I see, you are not even qualified to fight him head-on."

"This is really sad." Edjo sighed, "Even when facing Frisius, I can't just be beaten obediently."

"But you are right, I am indeed going on the road." Qilan stood up and drank the whiskey in his glass. "In the future I see, there is no figure of Mingfei, but there is your shadow. The future is not necessarily a loser. Of, at least..."

"At least when you come together, a ray of light is born in the otherwise dark future."

"Light?" Edjo murmured, "That's it, then go ahead, Qilan, follow your intuition and go find the person you are looking for. If they don't want to see you, go in my name." Visit them. Tell them that this time, it is us who will protect His Majesty."

Qilan's eyes were shocked.

Edjo seemed to have guessed something, and guessed a future that he could not see.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet where in the future you saw, the black emperor flutters his wings and roars into the world."

"I checked, it's in Italy..."

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Lu Mingfei walked along the stairs that seemed to extend downward infinitely.

This staircase seemed to have no end in sight. He felt that he had been walking for a long time, but he had never reached the end.

Nibelungen's paradoxical space?

Lu Mingfei thought for a while, and then released his mental power to instantly cover up, down, left and right, and instantly understood the principle of this space. The principle was that he was constantly circulating up and down, but the distorted light made the passers-by completely lose their sense of direction.

The key lies in the candlelight on the wall.

Lu Mingfei blew out the candles on the wall with a snap of his fingers, and the spiral staircase suddenly fell into darkness.

He continued to move forward in the darkness, and soon came to a gate.

Behind the door is a quiet ancient palace.

There is such a Nibelung hidden under the monastery where the Gattuso family senators are responsible for their retirement!

This is a tall ancient palace. From the dome to the ground, every inch of space here is carefully carved and decorated. The water in the circular pool in the center of the hall flows slowly and rotates, and the water is azure.

This structure is very similar to Hakuo's palace in Tokyo. No, it should be said that it is like a poor imitation. Hakuo's palace is a prototype, and this is an imitation.

A simple alchemical matrix core.

This Nibelung was a little weird. Lu Mingfei could sense the instability of the space. The guy who built this Nibelung seemed to have barely completed it without repairing many details.

Lu Mingfei walked around the palace, but it was still empty, with nothing there.

Neither Caesar nor the ten senators of the Gattuso family were found.

This made Lu Mingfei a little confused, where did these guys go?

Is there a secret door here?

He slowly walked to the depths of the palace, where there seemed to be a bronze table where something was placed, with intricate dragon inscriptions written on it.

Lu Mingfei understood the meaning at a glance and frowned.

The above means - this is the place where God rests.

god? Which god?

It looked like the things on top had been taken away, beating him one step ahead.

Is it the boss and the elders of the family?

Lu Mingfei directly observed every detail of this Nibelung and found the link to the second secret door.

There are actually two connected Nibelungs.

Lu Mingfei's eyes flickered. There seemed to be someone in the other Nibelungen?

It seemed he had finally found the right place.

He walked towards the secret door, and his figure was shrouded in [Mingzhao] and disappeared into the air on the way.

The second Nibelungen has an altar in the center.

Caesar lowered his head and sat cross-legged in the center of the altar. Ten senators stood in turn at the ten positions of the altar.