Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 244: For Your Majesty (59)

Dragon Raja 5

“I am their employer. I pay the money and give the commission. Who else could it be but me?” Jiude Mai was stunned.

“They have two employers,” Caesar whispered. “Just because you paid doesn’t mean someone else won’t pay double. Furthermore, that employer has been here before. Even if they were armed with depleted uranium bullets, they couldn’t have destroyed the entire snake swarm. The employer, or reinforcements sent by the employer, must have arrived just as they were about to be annihilated. Think of the harpoon that impaled that snake; it’s not something a human could do. You couldn’t do it either.”

Jiude Mai’s expression changed, and she turned to look at Finger, only to find that this guy didn’t actually take out any weapon, but was instead scratching his butt thoughtfully.

“And the employer’s reinforcements only have one man,” Caesar added.

“How did you know?” asked Jiude Mai.

“The wounds on all those snakes are the same,” Caesar whispered. “The man used a very long and sharp spear.”

When they dissected the giant snake, Caesar paid special attention to the wounds on the snake’s body. Although there were dense bullet holes left by depleted uranium warheads, the fatal wounds were not caused by bullets, but by spear-like objects that pierced the giant snake’s body.

What kind of sharp spear in the world could penetrate the scales of so many giant snakes without being worn out? The only one Caesar could think of was the one he had seen in the image… Odin’s spear!

“Ice. The weapons used by the reinforcements were made of ice,” Jude Mai shook her head. “Spears and the like, when thrust in and pulled out, cause two wounds, but the wounds on these snakes only show the puncture marks. That man used something made of ice spikes to pierce them, and they stayed inside. Anyway, the last thing we have here is ice, and he has an unlimited supply of weapons.”

Caesar pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

Jiude Mai’s inference was indeed strange, but someone who could kill a giant snake with a harpoon may not be able to do the same thing with an ice weapon, as long as the ice spear is fast enough, just like ultra-high-pressure water flow cutting through steel.

Even if this ability is inferior to the mythical existence of Leviathan, it is definitely superior to the three of them.

The three of them fell silent again. While Caesar and Jude Mai’s deductions were important, they offered no solution to their current problem. The research station was limited, and after repeated searches, they couldn’t find the crucial long-wave transmitter, nor the “expedition legacy” Jude Mai had claimed. If the mysterious employer had rescued the expedition, they wouldn’t have left the chest for Jude Mai to claim. Furthermore, according to Snow, the expedition had dumped the chest into the sea midway.

In Valhalla is not a banquet for heroes, but the body of a god lying there. Humans stole his heart to prevent him from waking up again. These mysterious words were intertwined like a strange prophetic poem.

“Rest for four hours,” Caesar glanced at his watch. “We need to recover some strength while there’s still heating here.”

“I can’t sleep with this stench,” said Finger.

At this moment, the hall looked like a huge murder scene, with snake blood flowing everywhere and snake corpses with their stomachs cut open lying all over the place. Finger said it was smelly, but it would be more accurate to describe it as fishy and bloody.

“Turn off the other heating pipes and leave only the smallest room running,” Caesar said. “This will also reduce fuel consumption. We don’t know how long we’ll be here, so we need to use the remaining fuel sparingly.”

The fuel stored in the research station was originally sufficient, but they had to heat the entire hall to thaw the snake corpses that were frozen as hard as stones, and the fuel was consumed very quickly.

He looked at Jude Mai and said, “If the lady minds, we can reserve two rooms.”

“I really enjoy living in the same room with young boys.” Jiude Mai showed a smile as bright as a big bad wolf, but that was also a big bad wolf as beautiful as a crabapple.

All the lights in the research station went out. Originally, it was like the last spark of fire in this purgatory, but now the icy purgatory fell into absolute darkness again.

The generators were running at their lowest power, generating only enough heat to power the smallest room. This was likely the quarters for low-ranking soldiers, half the size of the smallest cabin on the YAMAL. It contained only two bunk beds, barely wider than shoulder width, with minimal spacing between them. Even though he and Mai Jude slept on the top bunk, when they occasionally turned around and faced each other, Caesar still felt the uneasy sensation of sharing a bed. Mai Jude slept peacefully, even her ninja sword carelessly tossed at the foot of the bed. Finger snored as soon as he touched the pillow.

I think their combination is really weird. They clearly stand on completely different positions, but inexplicably stick to their own promises.

It was Caesar who suggested rest, but it was Caesar who found it difficult to sleep. It wasn’t that he was pondering what was happening in the treacherous Arctic Circle, but rather that as the heir to the Gattuso family, he had always believed he should be the leader and the problem solver. Yet, now he was practically a bystander. The gods, the Leviathan, the serpents, and the mysterious employer who could annihilate the serpents with a single harpoon and ice spear—these formed a vast, powerful system within the Arctic Circle. He was just a child who had stumbled into this system, and the only people he could trust were these two seemingly unreliable temporary allies.

Maybe he has always been a child, just as his mother expected in the dream.

He could choose to remain a child his entire life, flirting with girls and playing with boats, and still ascend to the position of head of the family. For some reason, it felt strange that the elders didn’t have high expectations for him. He didn’t have to excel academically or possess exceptional qualities. The Gattuso family would fill in any gaps, offering him all the golden fingers he needed. But why would the Gattuso family, known for its elitist culture, elevate a child to the position of head of the family? Because he was Pompey’s only son? Because of the elders’ unconditional love for their children?

It seems that Pompeii lived his life like this. He never took responsibility for anyone, never gave anything for anyone, was heartless, and lived a good life.     

What would Pompey do in his current situation? Caesar suddenly considered trying his father’s approach, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Pompey would surely tie and gag Finger first, then roll himself into Jude Mai’s bed. Pompey would always prioritize survival over courtship. Caesar’s heart trembled at the thought. Rather than being a womanizer, it was more accurate to say that Pompey didn’t particularly care about survival. He lived for the present moment, a glass of wine, a beautiful woman, and nothing about the Earth exploding tomorrow.