Dragon Clan: Restart your life

A red sun hung obliquely in the sky at an angle of 35 degrees. The twilight shone brightly, and the bell tower was coated with a layer of warm light.

Located on the bell tower of the chapel, the bell rang in the dusk, and an old man in black opened the door.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable living here? Listening to the bells all the time, it feels like I'm at a funeral every moment."

Angers calmly sat on the single sofa in the corner and placed the gift he had brought on the table beside him.

"The sparkling wine you asked for from the Champagne region. Get me something to drink."

This attic is just below the clock tower. The sunny side is full of glass windows, and the entire wall of shelves is filled with DVDs of Western movies.

A messy bed, a huge projection screen, an alcoholic with countless empty bottles, and various fashion magazines with beauties in swimsuits or low-cut girls on the cover are all concentrated in this attic.

The mess in the house is worse than a student dormitory after a drunken party.

With Ange's aesthetics and the elegant custom-made suit he was wearing, he shouldn't have sat down in this shabby place.

But after he entered, he naturally occupied the most comfortable position in the room, which meant that he was familiar with this place, just like he was familiar with his own principal's office.

This is one of the few places in the world where he feels safe.

Everyone has a few bad friends, and the sloppy old man who lives here is the only bad friend left in Angers.

"Get acquainted with the funeral bells, so that on the day I die, I will feel like I'm back home when I hear the bells ringing." The night watchman groaned, "On a rainy day like this, please can you not dress like The mourners come to my place to listen to the bells?”

Angers threw a recorder to him: "I recorded some interesting things. Let me borrow your stereo."

After the rustling noise, two voices spoke, one of them was Angers, and the night watchman narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Chu Zihang?" he asked in a low voice.

"Shh, listen to the story." Angers pointed to his lips, stood up, poured himself a glass of single malt whiskey, and huddled on the sofa to drink.

The room was quiet except for the sound of the stereo.

This is a fairly short story, and the storyteller has a steady, powerful voice with a deep voice.

During this time, Angers voice appeared and asked several questions.

When the recording ends here.

Angers stood up and turned off the recorder.

"This is a conversation I had with Chu Zihang a few days ago. I told him my story, and in return, he told me a story."

"Sounds like a bad story." The night watchman smoothed his hair, leaned back on the swivel chair, and let out a deep breath.

Ange said noncommittally: "I have been checking the information these days. The last intersection Chu Zihang saw was No. 000, but the elevated road starts from 001."

The night watchman nodded and said: "It means that intersection does not exist. Where is the Maybach? Have you found it?"

"Found it. In the wasteland outside the city, the car body was severely damaged, as if it was cut randomly with a laser cutter and spot welded with a welding gun. The location where the car was found is 15 kilometers away from the nearest viaduct."

Angers handed a printed copy to the night watchman,

"It drove there on its own. There was no sign of a tow truck at the scene, and there were obvious ruts on the wasteland."

"Where did the information come from?"

"The file on 'Unknown Type of Crime' obtained by the school board in China, when it passed through Schneider's hands, I asked him to secretly keep a copy."

"School Board?" The night watchman raised his eyebrows, "I thought you had completely ignored them over the years. Don't forget that we are a college now, not the secret party we used to be. The School Board should be just a row of portraits on the wall. Why are they in charge of school affairs? Do they think they are the Presbyterian Council of the Secret Party?"

"Empty?" Ange smiled bitterly, "This is a bit difficult. Before, they had to compromise with me because of the ice incident, but now it seems that their guilt for that incident only lasted eight years. Besides, we are not talking about campus now. When it comes to politics.”

"Are you worthy of letting me talk about politics with you? You don't understand politics at all. Politicians have no guilt. They just think that eight years to appease you is enough." The night watchman shook his head and then looked through the file. "Others took care of the car." Where did it go? Was the place where the car was found the first scene?"

"The only fingerprints left on the steering wheel were Chu Zihang and his father. It must have been the two of them who drove the car there."

"That is to say, the first scene was the wasteland, where Chu Zihang met...Odin, the leader of the Nordic Asa clan? And he mistakenly thought he was on the elevated road at the time."

The night watchman swallowed the remaining ice cubes in the wine glass and chewed them slowly.

"Hallucination? Collective hallucination? Some kind of spirit that can cause hallucinations?"

"Maybe there are words of wisdom that can influence the young Chu Zihang, but his father..."

Angers paused.

Before he could speak, the night watchman raised his eyebrows and said, "I know, I know, his father is from the Beowulf family."

Ange said in astonishment: "Damn it, where did you know that?"

"My son told me that Chu Zihang has been adopted as his godson by Beowulf!" The night watchman's face was filled with pride.

But of course his pride did not come from Chu Zihang, but from the fact that his dear son came to tell him this important news.

The relationship between father and son, which had been stalemate for many years, had eased like an iceberg that had begun to thaw, which made the old man extremely satisfied.

Angers glanced at the doghouse-like attic and teased: "When Manstein came in, did his face look good?"

The night watchman scratched his messy hair and said awkwardly: "It seems a bit ugly."

Ange had a look on his face that he had already guessed. He pondered for a while and returned to the topic.

"Chu Zihang's father was the person chosen by Beowulf, and his speech spirit is also Time Zero. His bloodline may not be lower than mine. If he didn't realize that he was in an illusion... then the only person who can release this speech spirit is The Dragon King."

"Odin is one of the Dragon Kings?"

"I don't know. If we deduce it from Norse mythology, he is the god of justice, while the black dragon Nidhogg belongs to the evil camp."

Ange smiled bitterly and rubbed his eyebrows.

The school has always attached great importance to Nordic mythology, believing that Nordic mythology is the closest version of the major myths to the history of the dragon family.

In Norse mythology, Odin is the leader of the Æsir clan. He ordered his men to build the Hall of Valor and select the bravest warriors to fight against the coming Ragnarok. In mythology, Odin and Nidhogg are mortal enemies.

The school has never considered the possibility that Odin is also the Dragon King, and some professors are still die-hard fans of Odin.

It is precisely for this reason that special buildings such as the "Hall of Valor" and "Odin Hall" were set up in the school.

Once it is confirmed that Odin is actually one of the Dragon Kings...

To be honest, I can’t say whether Ange had this in mind when he supported Chu Zihang in blowing up the Odin Hall that day.

If conditions permit, Angers would like to blow up these two places himself.

This is simply the biggest dark history of the academy in a hundred years. The academy whose goal is to slay dragons regards the dragon king hidden in myth as an "idol".

certainly.

If Odin's Dragon Bone Cross can be stored in the Odin Hall, then the academy will not be unable to accept the existence of the Odin Hall.

Professors who regard Odin as their idol will also be happy to meet the "idol" hanging on the wall.

"The God of Justice?" the night watchman sneered, "History is written by the victors. We didn't think so before because we never thought about the possibility that Odin was also the Dragon King. But if Odin is also one of the Dragon Kings, Then the justice and evil here are thought-provoking.”

Angers sighed: "Yes. If Odin is also the Dragon King, then Odin will no longer be the king of gods who resists fate, and Nordic mythology will become a history of dragon rebellion, just like "The Fragments of the Ice Sea" The same as the White King recorded in "."

He suddenly frowned and said, "Is it possible that Odin is the White King?"

"I don't know, everything is possible." The night watchman toasted and whispered, "However, if Odin is really the Dragon King who resisted the Black King, does the existence of Norse mythology mean that Odin won? History is determined by victory. It couldn’t be written by a writer who said that the Black King had a noble character and deliberately portrayed himself as a poisonous dragon that only gnaws tree roots in the myth, so as to set off the majesty of his enemy?”

Angers was speechless.

This old guy is right. From this perspective, there are indeed many problems in Norse mythology.

"Let me ask you a question, what is the history of the dragon clan that we knew before?" The night watchman patted his belly, which could not be covered by his plaid shirt. It was full of elasticity.

"Is this an exam?" Ange pondered. "It was the earliest era when the Black King and the White King ruled together. The White King rebelled, and the Black King nailed him to a copper pillar in the sea of ​​ice. Later, due to a special incident, humans killed The Black King died and took over the world from the dragons. Humans should have completely buried the dragons, but their greed led to the birth of hybrids."

The night watchman suppressed a laugh and said, "Every time I hear you speaking such nonsense in such a confident tone, I can't help but laugh."

Angers looked helpless.

In fact... he also thinks that such a truth is nonsense, but this is indeed all that humans have control over.

As an old friend said before, anything is possible because they know so little about the Dragon Clan.

Before last year, they were not even sure that the four monarchs had twins on their thrones.

They regard the dragon clan as their enemy, but they don't even know the number of their enemies.

The history of the Dragon Clan was buried too thoroughly, as if there was a black hand that erased most of the traces of the Dragon Clan when the era of the Dragon Clan retreated.

Most of the remaining parts were worn away over a long period of time.

The "truth" that remains until now has been so simplified that it is impossible to read.

However, the mixed-race's control over alchemy and speech spirits has not developed with the development of the times, and has shown a trend of regression.

Humans have stolen the power of the dragons, but have never entered the core realm.

On the contrary, mankind has made great progress in the field of science and technology in the past hundred years.

Or...

The hybrids began to rely on another kind of power, which was a power created by humans. It could kill gods and Buddhas, a power that even the four great monarchs would hate.

The reason why the Beowulf family is regarded as a "remnant" of the old era is because they are still stuck in the tragic and glorious era before the industrial revolution.

Angers rubbed the wine glass: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that if Odin is also the Dragon King, then we may have to overturn most of history. Well, no... there is no need to overturn, and there is nothing for us to overturn. We only need to add."

"Replenish?"

"Yes. Tell me, who killed the Black King? Human beings? Humans had nuclear weapons at that time? Or did the human ancestors use the spirit of speech and alchemy given by the dragon clan to kill the Black King who held the supreme authority?"

The night watchman said disdainfully, "You know very well that this is not an understatement of 'a special accident', but a huge change that completely changes the era. Judging from the current situation, this will be a rebellion that surpasses the White King."

"Beyond...the White King's rebellion?"

"We don't understand the political structure of the Dragon Clan. We only know that the Dragon Clan has a black king, a white king, and four monarchs. But what about other than that? Is the Dragon Clan really an empire? Is it a constitutional monarchy?"

The night watchman raised his eyebrows and made a face at Angers.

But Ange suddenly fell silent, lowering his head and staring at the amber liquid in the glass.

"Presbyterian!" He suddenly raised his head and said every word.

"What?" The night watchman was stunned.

"You know my story, so you shouldn't forget the Road to Godship and the Council of Elders that come from the mouths of dragons." Ange said coldly and in a low voice, "I didn't give up searching for these two keywords in the past few years. But unfortunately, they seem to have been erased, and these two words cannot be found in any classics.”

"I gave up a little bit at first, but my conversation with Chu Zihang two days ago made me focus on these two terms again."

"Wait a minute!" The night watchman raised his hand to stop, saying with a headache, "The road to becoming a god you are talking about, isn't it the one with your explosive blood?"

"I'm not sure if it's a blood explosion...but it's very possible that it's a blood explosion."

"You continue." The night watchman raised his glass.

"The conversation with Chu Zihang made me think of a possibility."

"The initial burst of blood does not strengthen the bloodline. It only releases the 'will to kill', which is the unique spiritual power of dragons, thereby activating the dragon bloodline. However, if the burst of blood is used repeatedly, excessive activation of the bloodline will eventually lead to the bloodline purification."

"This is an irreversible downward track, like a vertical roller coaster. Speaking of which, I took a roller coaster ride with my outstanding students not long ago, and it felt pretty good!"

The night watchman looked speechlessly at his old friend who suddenly became very excited.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty in my heart.

Was this guy infected by himself? Why does it look a little off-line?

"So the essence of blood explosion is actually the purification of bloodline. The so-called road to becoming a god is the road to evolve from humans to pure-blooded dragons."

"In the mouth of that dragon, this road appeared very early. What he said at that time was that 'the road to becoming a god was blocked after the death of the Black King.' This is what I heard with my own ears. It is definitely not wrong. , so...the first doubt was born."

"Is the birth of hybrids really just due to human greed?"

"After discovering these doubts, I started to think about two questions."

The night watchman scratched his head: "What's the problem? Don't commit suicide like the S-class 40 years ago when you fell into a philosophical problem and committed suicide."

Angers ignored his old friend's interruption and said with a cold look:

"The Road to the Gods is a road from humans to pure-blooded dragons. So, was the earliest pioneer of this road a human or a dragon?"

"Besides...is the Presbyterian Church really a pure dragon organization? The Secret Party once had an Presbyterian Council. Oh, I'm not saying that the two are the same. This is obviously unlikely. What I want to emphasize is that in Before carrying out that mission, Meineke once lamented to me in private - there are too many secrets in the secret party!"

"Kacha——"

The wine glass was crushed.

The shards of glass were crushed into pieces by the gaffeful old man, but his hand was not injured at all.

The night watchman's cheek muscles twitched and the corners of his eyes twitched. He looked at his old friend with stern eyes in front of him as if he were looking at a stranger.