Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 211: For Your Majesty (26)

Dragon Raja 5

“Did you find your…brothers later?” Caesar asked.

Abbas shook his head. “I’ve been searching for years, and I’m still searching today. But even with the help of the EVA network, I can’t find any of them. It’s as if they disappeared after doing that thing.”

“What would you do if you found them? Kill them?”

“Are you disappointed?” Abbas said. “This is what you call ‘the noble Abbas.'”

“Oh, that’s good. This way you’ll look more like a real person.” Caesar shrugged. “You’re like me. You don’t really believe that God punishes the wicked, right?”

“If there really is a God, I am God’s sharp blade. If not, I will take them to hell and hand them over to the devil.”

“What you really hate is yourself for running away from that old house, right?”

“Yes. Caesar Gattuso, do you understand the difference between you and me now? You are a born noble, and I am just an imposter. You think I am noble, but that is just me atonement. In the deepest part of here, I am a coward and a villain.” Abbas pressed his fingers against his chest, where his heart would be. “I hate Abdullah Abbas like that and want to kill him, but I still have things to do. I swore to live as an upright person, even if the price of integrity is death.”

“Why did you suddenly think of telling me this?”

“If one day Abdullah Abbas is proven to be a fake, I want you to remember this story. At the moment I am telling you it, it is true.”

The logic of this sentence was very complicated, but Caesar understood it immediately.

“Got it. Have a good rest.” Caesar stood up, blocked Abbas’s sight with his body, and winked at Snow.

The girl immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Her acting was so mature that she didn’t look like a whaler in the Arctic Circle, but rather like someone who was born on a film set in Beverly Hills.

Caesar stopped at the door and turned around. “Does this child make you feel warm?” Caesar nodded at Snow. “It’s like that old dog pouring hot water on your mouth.”

“When I was entangled by those snakes, my whole body was stiff. I couldn’t move or make a sound. But my five senses were still clear. I could feel the warmth of the child when she rushed over and hugged me. There were many people present, but she was the only one who came.” Abbas glanced at Snow to confirm that she was still asleep. “I was ready to take your grenade.”

“It’s really dangerous. If she had been a step later, my grenade would have been launched.” Caesar nodded. “So you are not allowed to touch her. It’s understandable that a love-starved person like you would do such a thing.”

Abbas was stunned for a moment, “I’m sorry, Caesar, that’s not what I meant. If you have a way, you will come to save me at all costs. I understand.”

“No need to apologize. If it were me, I would care more about the person who rushed over and hugged me. Believe me, if I had to choose between you and Nono to sacrifice one, I would choose you.” Caesar paused, “But have you ever thought about it, if she really is a god, or a Leviathan, or a dragon king, would you kill her? Just like you killed Jörmungandr?”

When he said those three names, he stared at Snow’s face, and the “Sickle Weasel” turned on, monitoring the changes in Snow’s heartbeat.

Snow pretended to sleep quietly, like a kitten, with neither her eyes nor her heart moving.

Abbas was silent for a moment, “Yes, that is the price of my integrity.”

    ***

The waiter wearing white gloves opened the glass cabinet and took out the emerald green Easter egg. The green was pure and deep, like the Baltic Sea in summer.

When the Easter egg was opened, a red-gold armored ship model slid out from it, with an attacking posture, as if it was about to set sail.

“The Sea of ​​Azov Memory Egg has an eggshell made of jasper and gemstones, and inside it hides a golden miniature model of the warship ‘Azov’. Below the warship, representing the sea, was a whole piece of green jade produced in the Republic of Buryatia. Although it is a replica, the materials and craftsmanship were a perfect replica of the commemorative egg that Mr. Fabergé made for Alexander III in 1890. Compared with the one in the Kremlin collection, it was only newer and more dazzling, and there was nothing wrong with it.” The waiter introduced it to the distinguished guest attentively.

But he was a little hesitant and didn’t know who to give the Easter egg to, because there were three distinguished guests lined up in front of him.

Based on his intuition, developed from years of serving VIPs, he knew this was a distinguished young man from China, accompanied by two attendants. The attendant on the left was also Chinese, with a sturdy build and a sharp gaze, like a blade unsheathed. He was probably a bodyguard. The attendant on the right was a Russian girl, delicate and cold, like a doll made of ice and snow, with long platinum hair tied up on top of her head.

Logically, he should have handed the egg to the distinguished young man in the middle for appreciation, but the distinguished man was clearly not paying attention to the egg, constantly glancing around. Or perhaps he should have handed the egg to the Russian girl. Most people fascinated by Easter eggs are girls, so it’s hard to tell her age; you could say she’s sixteen, or you could say she’s twenty-five.

Finally, the girl solved his problem. She asked, “How much?”

“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. We accept cash, check or wire transfer. All the proceeds from this sale will be used to help children born with hearing impairments.” The waiter was overjoyed. It was rare to see a buyer who made a purchase without even looking at the goods.

The girl nodded. “Put it on the tray and we’ll pay together later.”

Behind the three people followed another waiter who was as tall and solemn as the Tsar’s attendant, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, holding a huge silver tray filled with velvet jewelry boxes of various sizes.

That huge silver tray should be the “shopping cart” of this distinguished person. After the box of Easter eggs was put into the “shopping cart”, the three of them strolled to the next booth.

The annual jewelry sale at the Kalominsk Manor benefits the Russian Children’s Fund, with all proceeds donated. No piece on display costs less than $100,000, and buyers often snap photos and post them on social media, along with phrases like “A strong youth means a strong Russia.” It’s the perfect occasion for the powerful to display their love, but this young man seems to be shopping, or perhaps just taking a stroll, while his secretary helps him with his shopping.

“It’ll cost you three million dollars to empty this shopping cart!” Lu Mingfei lowered his voice. “Don’t tell me you asked me to come to this sale just to buy some gifts to cheer up the kids.”

“This one is indeed to make the child happy. He looked at it for a long time, so he must like it.” Zero glanced at Chu Zihang, “I bought the others casually, picking the expensive ones.”

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