Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 202: A Dead Childhood in Everyone’s Heart (3)

Dragon Raja 2

Dragon Raja 3

She was a girl who never showed weakness…

Even living in this world all alone, she never strayed from her direction. Even when returning to an empty room, she would still call out, “I’m home!”

It must have been like that, right?

He felt tired, wanting to sleep. So he lay down fully dressed, his hands resting quietly on his chest. It took him half an hour to finish his “homework,” recalling those memories he didn’t want to forget. Now, there were even more things added to them. He slowly closed his eyes as the setting sun took away its last light, and the night like a curtain covered him.

He knew very well that this time, upon waking, he would not see an angel bending down in the sunlight, as if about to kiss his lips.

Late at night, Kempinski Hotel, Paulaner Brauhaus. The waitresses in Bavarian dresses hesitated over whether they should kick out the KFC salesman, but the guy had ordered ten one-liter mugs of lager in a row, and his tab was over a thousand yuan—quite good business for them. When did KFC get so extravagant in advertising, and in such a tacky way? Letting a salesman wear an elegant suit but with a KFC bucket on his head…

“Hey! Miss! Two more mugs of lager!” the salesman called out happily.

“Recently, I feel like I’m a ‘fool magnet.’ It’s a new Chinese phrase I learned,” said the small, skinny old man sitting across from him, curled up in his chair and still nursing his second beer. “It means that idiots keep appearing around me, seemingly sent by fate. The young heirs of those families have been quite restless lately. It seems the humiliation they suffered from Anjou hasn’t worn off, but resentment is just a small matter of emotions. Going against the Secret Party is about strength, and these young men are far too naive. Some other fools cheerfully chartered flights to Beijing to watch the dragon slaying and the World Expo. Among them, there’s even someone who fell in love with a tour guide during the trip and plans to divorce his high-born wife… Of course, you are the biggest fool among all the fools. Do you really think you’re Mr. KFC?”

“Hey, Henkel! I’ve got to say, basic physics teaches us that what a magnet attracts most easily is another piece of metal. So a fool magnet is often a fool himself, only he doesn’t realize it.” Mr. KFC shrugged.

“Indeed.” Henkel tore off a piece of bread. “From the moment I decided to entrust the future of hybrids to a fool like you, I’ve got to admit, I must be a fool too.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, then spontaneously chuckled, clinking their glasses together.

“Even you helped that kid? Is he some kind of chosen one, destined to be loved by everyone?” Henkel asked.

“That kid’s actually pretty useless. He doesn’t have any real strengths; in fact, he embodies all of humanity’s weaknesses…” Mr. KFC poked a hole in the bucket on his head and scratched his scalp through it.

“But?” Henkel prompted.

“But hybrids are still half human, right? He has all the weaknesses of humanity, just like that frail, weak, and pathetic part in the depths of each of our souls.” Mr. KFC’s tone shifted, becoming low and slightly hoarse. “We’re not people driven by some sense of righteousness. We help him because it’s like helping ourselves.”

Henkel smiled and took a small sip of his beer. “Reminds me of things from my younger days…”

“In Chu Zihang’s heart, there’s always a boy standing alone on an elevated road during a typhoon,” Mr. KFC tapped his chest. “And maybe each of us has a ‘dead little boy’ hiding somewhere in here.”

Italy, Rome.

A document lay on Frost Gattuso’s desk—an application for marriage from “A” level student Chen Motong (student ID: A09003). Frost flipped directly to the end, where both the secretary of the college, Norma, and Principal Hilbert Ron Anjou had already endorsed it with similar opinions. Both believed that since Caesar Gattuso and Chen Motong were both top-tier “A” level students, their offspring could potentially be genetically unstable, requiring a longer observation period. In other words, the college’s management had temporarily denied the application.

“If the family were to use its influence on the School Board to force the approval of this application, it would be possible, and several board members would support you,” said Parsi, standing across the desk.

Frost shook his head. “The family has no reason to do that. We can allow this marriage, but Caesar should understand that this is the family showing its care for him. If he rejects the family’s love to propose on his own, the family will also express its displeasure.”

“I understand. The family has love for its heir, and the heir has the responsibility to be loyal to the family.” Parsi nodded slightly. “But Caesar is a stubborn person.”

“No matter. Sooner or later, Caesar will understand that the family loves him, and on that day, we will do everything we can to let him be with the girl he loves.” Frost resealed the document in its folder. “This is just a lesson for my dear nephew. Approving this application is only a matter of time.”

“Has the family already decided to make an exception and let the next heir choose his own bride?” Parsi seemed a bit surprised. “This would be the first time in the family’s history.”

“No, the family never makes exceptions when it comes to the heir’s choice of wife.” Frost smiled coldly.

Parsi frowned in confusion.

“Caesar thinks he’s found freedom in love, but Chen Motong… was always the bride the family had prepared for him!”

The End of Volume 2

Dragon Raja 3