Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 209: For Your Majesty (24)

Dragon Raja 5

“Shouldn’t you take this opportunity to test my opinion?” Abbas tapped his temple. “That might resolve your doubts.”

“My doubts?” Caesar put away his smile and looked directly into Abbas’ eyes.

“You spent so much time monitoring me, you must be suspicious of me, right? I was waiting for you in the sun room. I wanted to chat with you, but I was interrupted by that black ship just as I started.” Abbas said slowly, “I can understand your suspicion of me. After all, Lu Mingfei is also your friend, and what he said would have an impact on you. If there really are a few Dragon Kings hiding in this academy, I should also be on the list of suspects. I have no traceable past and I don’t fit in with everyone…”

“Perfect! The most questionable thing about you is your perfection. As a dragon slayer, you’re too perfect. I can’t find any flaws in you. But every human has flaws.” Caesar shifted into a comfortable position on the sofa. Now that the conversation was out, there was no need to be tactful. It would be strange if Abdullah Abbas continued to foolishly allow him to monitor him.

“People who appear perfect are just good at hiding their flaws,” Abbas said. “But I can tell you that the danger is not over yet. We have to trust each other.”

“Is this a confession?”

“No, I just suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, but I don’t have many friends, and even fewer who can listen to what I have to say.” Abbasid paused, “I remember telling you that I grew up in an orphanage.”

Abbas was silent for a very long time, as if an old bard had lit a fire, a mysterious atmosphere descended, a magic began, and time began to flow backwards.

“My hometown is a small town. I don’t know if I was born there, but I have lived there as long as I can remember,” Abbas said softly.

Caesar nodded. Cassel College’s student records would, of course, record the student’s birthplace. Abbas was born in a remote town in the Middle East.

Most of the students at Cassel Academy come from mixed-blood families, their names enrolled from the day they’re born. Even though some parents aren’t members of the Secret Party, they don’t shy away from sending their children to the Secret Party’s academy. Upon graduation, these children can choose to return to their families rather than join the Executive Branch and slay dragons across the world. Caesar is a prime example.

As for those students who were selected from among millions of people and whose bloodline was difficult to trace, their ratings were usually not very high, because it was very likely that one of their parents had no dragon bloodline at all. However, there were exceptions, such as Lu Mingfei and Abbas.

Born in a small town in the Middle East, this orphan with deep eyes had received little formal education, yet he displayed a strong advantage in his pedigree. He was like a giant diamond buried in the sand: if undiscovered, it would remain unknown for a lifetime, but once it emerged, it would radiate brilliant brilliance.

“The town is located between the territories under the jurisdiction of the government forces and the opposition. The two sides often clash nearby. Sometimes you can hear gunshots and see military vehicles passing by. There are many homeless children like me in the town. Thinking about it today, their parents may have died in the armed conflict.” Abbas continued.

It doesn’t sound like a very pleasant childhood. It’s hard to imagine that such a noble and aristocratic young man could come from such a chaotic place.

“Street kids have to stick together to survive, so we formed gangs and gave ourselves all sorts of impressive names. We’d follow the women who were bringing food home, then suddenly rush out and push them down, stealing the food and running off. Sometimes in the winter, the roads were icy, and the old women with weak legs and feet would fall and never get up again, perhaps with a broken leg or a broken back. We’d stand far away, eating the bread we’d snatched from them, pointing at them and laughing, never feeling that we were doing anything wrong. There were very few police in town, and they couldn’t do anything about us. The mayor kept saying he was going to raise money to hire mercenaries to clean up the town, and we would be the ones to be cleaned up. We retaliated by smashing the mayor’s windows with stones.”

“But we were still afraid of the mercenaries. They had guns, and if children fell into their hands, they would be forced to become child soldiers. We each carried a small knife for self-defense. The mercenaries never showed up, but there were advertisements posted on the streets saying that homeless children could go to a place outside the city to stay with warm beds and stoves. But we were all used to being wild, so how could we believe that kind of advertisement? It felt like a witch putting up a sign inviting children to her candy house. Winter was coming, and it was getting harder and harder for us to get food. Sometimes we would go hungry for days and nights in a row. I suddenly remembered that advertisement and decided to go and take a look. I had nothing else to do anyway.”

“Outside the town are mountains covered with oak trees. It was snowing the day I went there, and the snow was so deep that I couldn’t walk without my feet soaking it. By the end, the snow was up to my knees. There were no house numbers in that place, so I could only grope around based on the map in the advertisement. I got lost as I walked. The oak forest was like a huge maze, and I couldn’t get out. I saw the footprints of wild animals on the snow, and I was terrified. I felt like I couldn’t get out of the forest. The more scared I was, the faster I walked, and the faster I walked, the faster I lost my strength. I hadn’t eaten in a few days, and I only had a thin coat on. I fell in the snow and couldn’t get up again. My rescuer was a large St. Bernard dog with a small oak barrel filled with hot water tied to its neck. It was trained to walk over, open the valve on the barrel, and let the hot water flow into my mouth. Then it bit my clothes and dragged me through the woods. When it stopped and barked, I saw a Spanish-style courtyard full of cedar trees. It was covered in thick white snow, but warm smoke was coming out of the chimney. Even today, when I think back on it, I still think it was a fantastical experience. That old dog named Bernard must have been a druid transformed into a dog.

Caesar stole a glance at Snow, and the girl woke up and was listening to Abbas’s story with her big, empty eyes. But Abbas was so immersed in his own story that he didn’t realize it.

Caesar made a “hush” gesture, and Snow nodded obediently.     

“That was the first time I met the dean. He was a bald old man. He rushed out of the house wrapped in a thick nightgown and seemed very happy to see me. He said that it had been so long since the advertisement was posted, and this was the first time a child had come. He took me back to the house, let me soak my feet in hot water, and gave me hot cakes. He had no one to take care of him and had to do everything himself, but he seemed very happy to entertain me as a guest. I even stayed in his villa for a night because it was dark by the time I recovered. It was the first time in my life that I slept on striped cotton sheets with a fireplace next to me.”

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