Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

There are windows on both sides of the corridor. The cold wind carries ice gravel and hits the glass, making crackling sounds. The sharp sound of the wind is like being in the center of the battlefield during the Normandy Landing. The trajectory of the bullet is right next to your ears, and there are metal spikes whistling in the wind from all directions.

Eva hid in Lu Mingfei's bear-skin hat in the same Q-version form that she had shown on the Tokyo Tower, grabbing his hair and lying behind his ears like a pendant.

"The flow of elements is not normal. Do you know what this damn place reminds me of?" she said.

Lu Mingfei shook his head imperceptibly.

"The grave, the grave in the Xirang where the dragons that were completely wiped out by Lord Nuwa and the orthodoxy for thousands of years are buried." After Eva became smaller, her voice became soft and sticky.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know how she knew the situation inside Xirang, and he had no way to answer her. He could only look at the glass on the side of the corridor.

The glass has a frosted texture and you can't see outside at all, but you can imagine that the towering copper pillar stands in the center of the complex, and the spruce trees like the sky cover the buildings like a huge fortress.

Lu Lincheng and Natasha, who led the last attack, led the way in front, while Chu Zihang and others behind them did not hide their vigilance and alertness towards everyone in the safe haven.

"Natasha is my secretary. She helps me deal with some less important documents and government affairs in my daily work," said Lu Lincheng.

Lu Mingfei nodded to show his understanding.

After taking off her winter clothes, she was a beautiful woman wearing a white shirt, a one-step skirt, and her slender calves wrapped in thin stockings were exposed under the skirt. She had a well-proportioned figure and a slender waist that could be held in one hand.

Seeing her, Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of Isabel. She was the assistant to the president when Lu Mingfei was the president of the Student Union in another time and space, and she also served as a secretary.

Then he shook his head.

Isabel was much prettier than Ms. Natasha, who was probably nearly ten years older than him, but her figure was slightly inferior.

"Is this my daughter-in-law? My dear son, you have a good eye." Lu Lincheng said. After leaving the battlefield, the solemn and cold aura disappeared from this man, and what remained was only the scholarly air cultivated from years of reading. In other words, wearing that pair of thick plastic-framed glasses and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, this middle-aged man who obviously holds power in the safe haven actually has an elegant aura.

Ling was actually a little shy, but still hugged Lu Mingfei's arm tightly and greeted Lu Lincheng politely, "Hello uncle, my name is Ling, Ling Romanova."

"Huo, you are a descendant of the Tsar. Did you return to your ancestral home after 1991?"

"Well, the government did a genetic test on me when I was very young and issued a certificate."

"Our Lu family has really made great progress. Mingfei, you have to say that you are the prince consort when you go out in the future."

After accepting the look that all men understood from his cheap father, Lu Mingfei touched Ling's hair.

This was not just a casual act. Lu Mingfei didn't know how he could have deserved the princess's unconditional love for him, but she had indeed expressed her love for him unscrupulously many times.

Lu Mingfei’s heart was also beating fast.

In another world line, if it was Zero instead of Nono who pulled him out of the screening room, he might be much happier.

After knowing what shame is, he only really hit rock bottom twice. Everyone around him was waiting to laugh at him. One time was when the entire literature club tricked him into wearing that Korean-style suit with a small "i" printed on it in the screening room. That day, he stood in the middle of the big screen and watched Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen exchanging glances from afar. The expression on his face was as stupid as a dog drenched by rain. Another time, he attended the Norton Hall party as an S-level student at the invitation of the student union president. He couldn't even dance, and every girl on the dance floor rejected him. That day, Lu Mingfei felt that his ears were drooping, and everyone around him was making cold laughs.

Two girls pulled him out of the trough, and Nono came down from the sky like an angel with a sword and said to him, "Ricardo, are you still going to continue to participate in the event?"

And Zero just took his hands and said, "Put your arms around my waist."

But now is not the time to be sentimental. Lu Mingfei shuddered as he walked. He suddenly realized that this place was colder than the ice cellar at Kassel Academy.

The outside world is an ice-covered world. The permafrost is geologically stable, but anything that can build a kingdom of the dead must be at least a pure-blooded dragon of the next generation.

"When we first built this shelter, we considered how to preserve heat to the maximum extent possible and how to ensure that invaders could not invade the core area in the shortest possible time." Lu Lincheng said. At the end of the corridor, in front of him, an alloy airtight door appeared. The hardness of that thing was comparable to that of a bank vault door. It was locked by thirty-two lock tongues. Only by crossing the door could one truly enter the safe haven.

The corridor that Lu Lincheng led Lu Mingfei and the others through just now was nothing more than entering the depths of Nibelungen from its surface.

Natasha twisted her waist and slowly walked past Lu Lincheng to the front of the airtight door. After scanning her iris to verify her fingerprint, a sharp whistle sounded. It was the high-pressure gas inside the airtight door being filled. After a moment, the sounds of the lock tongue being popped out were heard one by one.

"Does it look like the two sycamore trees we planted outside our house? This is called spruce, and it's a very cold-resistant plant." Lu Lincheng saw his son looking up at the treetops that were connected like a canopy, and explained, "The buildings here are dense and crowded, powered by underground nuclear fusion reactors, and every room is as warm as spring. Under the soil layer more than ten meters deep are pipes extending directly from the heat exchange device. The high-temperature water flow inside will ensure that even in the coldest climate, the soil will not freeze, and the roots of the trees will continue to prosper. Relying on these spruces, we have built a small ecosystem independent of the ecological world. The thousands of kilometers of barren land in Siberia and the extreme climate are a natural isolation layer."

"Even if a nuclear war breaks out in the outside world and a nuclear winter comes, you can still rely on such a completely closed and self-circulating ecosystem to be self-sufficient. It's incredible." Lu Mingfei exclaimed, "It must cost a lot of money, right?"

Lu Lincheng was stunned for a moment. He and Natasha looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.

"If we take into account the various alchemical materials and the labor costs of hiring the world's most skilled alchemists, the construction cost of the safe haven is more than 30 billion US dollars, which is enough for the Americans to build another aircraft carrier fleet." Lu Lincheng said, "But our maintenance costs are not that high, because it is a self-circulating system, so we haven't introduced materials other than fossil energy from the outside world for a long time."

At this time, a guard hurriedly passed by them. When passing by Lu Lincheng, he gave him a standard military salute. After the guy's black tactical boots stepped on the metal grid at the edge of the courtyard and disappeared in the hissing steam from under the grid, Lu Mingfei said: "I see they all respect you very much. Dad, you have a high status here, right?"

"Your father is the Secretary General of the Safe Haven, almost the highest-level chief executive." Lu Lincheng actually revealed a somewhat proud expression, as if he had bought discounted guinea fowl in front of the company many years ago and went home to take credit to Qiao Weini.

They continued walking along the corridor that had a rather old feel to it. After passing through three pressure doors, the smell of disinfectant suddenly became strong.

"Your mother is a researcher in the laboratory. After the defense system issued a warning, we didn't know it was you who came, so she didn't wait at home... The laboratory is in front, and someone should have been notified." Lu Lincheng introduced, and he turned his head to look at Natasha.

"Take Mingfei's friends to choose a place to stay."

"Please follow me." Natasha smiled at the others, and Bunin hugged the box tightly in his arms and shrank back.

"Please don't worry. The safe haven is absolutely safe. You can stay here as long as you want." Lu Lincheng said, "I'll ask Mingfei to pick you up for dinner at home later. It's not easy to have friends visiting. I'll go to the farm to get some guinea fowl for you to eat."

Chu Zihang looked a little pale, but still nodded: "Okay, thank you uncle."

——The snow boots felt soft when stepping on the felt carpet, just like stepping on clouds. After the others left, Lu Mingfei and Lu Lincheng suddenly became silent, as if they had nothing to say anymore.

Until they turned another corner, what appeared before them was a white corridor with a half-closed window with shutters at the end of the corridor.

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Both sides of the corridor were lined with laboratories with working displays above. They stopped at the corner. Lu Lincheng opened his shirt and took out a cigarette box, lit one for himself and then for Lu Mingfei. The two of them just smoked in silence facing each other.

"How did you get a Nibelung? And you built a safe haven inside it." Lu Mingfei finally broke the silence.

"You should have taken the Night Watchman's Alchemy course in the academy. Some alchemical creations can store words and activate them when necessary."

Lu Mingfei nodded, agreeing with Lu Lincheng's words. He remembered that Instructor Flamel did have such a candle, which could not only amplify his Word Spirit Discipline, but also store the Word Spirit in it. If Flamel happened to be out one day and the academy was attacked again, the candle could recite the discipline through matrix resonance.

"Around the millennium, we conducted an ancient civilization survey and excavation in the Greenland Sea, and found the largest alchemical equipment ever discovered by humans." When Lu Lincheng said this, he looked up and out the window. That direction was exactly where the bronze pillar that required dozens of people to hug stood.

"It is this copper pillar. When we found it, only some debris remained. The committee spent tens of billions of dollars to restore it and invited dozens of outstanding alchemy masters from all over the world. It took a full six years to complete it... The Nibelungen, which is a safe haven, expanded outward with the copper pillar as its core."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He looked at the bronze pillars engraved with ancient dragon characters under the canopy of spruce tree crowns, and imagined how great a god could be able to deduce alchemy to that level... This was undoubtedly close to Norton's authority.

"As long as we ensure that the energy source of this thing is not cut off and it itself does not collapse, Nibelungen will not eventually collapse or get lost after losing its creator and controller." He murmured.

"Junior brother, he's lying." Eva said behind Lu Mingfei's ear. She peeked through the gap to see any slightest change in Lu Lincheng's expression.

"Everything in the Nibelungen is dead, even the elements are silent, but the surrounding elements are chaotic and manic, as if we are at the core of some world-destroying spirit."

At this time, the display screen above Laboratory No. 1 suddenly changed to "Resting".

The next moment, a still cool and elegant middle-aged woman rushed out in a hurry.

Qiao Weini was still wearing her white lab coat, which was stained with fluorescent blue reagent.

This sudden scene ended the conversation between the father and son.

"Mom..." Lu Mingfei stared at her blankly, his voice seemed to be choked by years of thick phlegm.

The woman in front of me is almost the same as I remember, but a little older and more dignified. There is still a girlish sharpness in the corners of her eyes. It is clearly a white coat, and when I put it on her, I look like a heroic female general.

Qiao Weini did not give Lu Mingfei too much time to be in a daze. Her eyes swept across the entire corridor, and after half a second, her gaze finally focused on Lu Mingfei.

She stopped two or three meters away from her son. Suddenly, the sharpness in the corners of her eyes disappeared, and a hazy mist seeped out from the depths of her eyes, and then her eye circles turned red.

The next second Lu Mingfei rushed out. He hugged Qiao Weini tightly and buried his head in her hair as if he had returned home after being bullied at school many years ago.

An emotion called sadness still lingered and overwhelmed the corridor that was rustling in the wind and snow. Lu Mingfei's body was trembling, and after a moment he finally whimpered like a puppy.

He remembered that on his thirteenth birthday, Qiao Weini called him overseas and told him that she had sent him a Transformers model. That was the last time he heard his mother's voice.

Now, along with the sound of the harsh wind, it actually feels very warm.

Qiao Weini's fingertips gently stroked Lu Mingfei's cheek, and the cold white overhead light of the laboratory illuminated the fine lines at the corners of her eyes clearly.

Lu Mingfei smelled the scent of lavender. Although he knew that everything around him was a lie, he still felt inexplicably at ease.

"They said you... betrayed me, but I don't believe it. My Mingfei is the most obedient child in the world." Qiao Weini's voice was trembling. She held Lu Mingfei's face, wiped his tears, and repeatedly looked at the boy's three-dimensional and resolute facial features. "You must have suffered a great injustice." (End of this chapter)