Dragon Raja; Chapter 70: A Dragon’s Shadow (8)

Dragon Raja

Lu Mingfei stared at his back for a while, then suddenly reached out and slapped himself on the face.

He was drenched in cold sweat. What did he mean by “whether as a friend or a rival makes me happy”? Wasn’t this a threat? A blatant threat? How could a threat be delivered in such a calm tone? It was like a girl smiling with narrowed eyes, saying, “If I can’t love you, I’d rather kill you!”

“You act like a man who hates himself for losing his beloved woman because of doing something wrong,” someone sighed behind him.

“Finger, you didn’t sleep like a pig, but came out to watch the fun. You seem to be a little sad about losing your companions. I have to re-evaluate your conscience.” Lu Mingfei said unhappily, “I slap myself because I think everyone in this academy is as cold as ice and as cool as a rhino. Why do I, an ‘S’ level, look a little wretched in comparison?”

“Don’t you say in Chinese that comparing yourself with others will only make you feel pissed off!” Finger shrugged.

Lu Mingfei was already depressed and didn’t bother to talk to him. He leaned against the wall of the library with his hands folded, and looked at the group of students who lit white candles. The candlelight gathered together like a group of fireflies. The girls gathered the light in their palms and bowed their heads to pray like nuns. Finger also fell silent, and leaned against the wall shoulder to shoulder with Lu Mingfei. Unknown music floated out of the campus broadcasting system, which probably sounded like a dirge played in a country church.

“It’s so beautiful.” Finger suddenly said lightly.

“Are you talking about the effect of candlelight shining on girls’ pajamas?” Lu Mingfei said.

“Your insight is comparable to mine.” Finger nodded vigorously.

“We are brothers.” Lu Mingfei shrugged.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to say anything else and was lost in thought. He also thought it was beautiful. The candlelight shone on the girls’ silk pajamas, making the pink and white pajamas translucent. Their bodies were as slender and beautiful as newly pulled out willow branches, but he felt vaguely sad. How many people were there in the middle of the lawn? A few hundred people, right? The hybrids of dragons and humans, with the abilities of dragons and the hearts of humans, fought for the future of mankind. It sounded so bloody and tragic. Everyone was unique, scattered among the crowd like aliens, inevitably sad, but when gathered together, there were still only these few hundred people, and if one left, there would be one less. This classical campus was the last castle for people like them, standing alone on the edge of Lake Michigan. When the last hybrid died, the fortress would collapse. But while there were still people living here, they had to keep working hard.

In fact, what would happen without this group of people? Would the dragon race be revived? Would a giant dragon land at the Chicago airport? Would the heads of state of all countries be replaced by the leader of the dragon race? Would humans become second-class citizens? No way? It sounded like a fairy tale. As Lu Mingfei thought about it, he began to imagine some strange things, such as a giant dragon landing at the Chicago airport with a suitcase and arms outstretched, and then walking out of the boarding gate by itself, or the G8 summit being held in China’s Stone Forest, with a dragon in a suit sitting on each flat-topped stone mountain, and everyone discussing environmental issues while toasting champagne, and humans becoming inferior people, polishing the dragons’ shoes on the streets… No, it’s grinding their nails, holding a large grindstone and grinding and grinding breathlessly, and if they don’t grind well, they will hit the customer on the head…

In fact, maybe a life of grinding toenails is more suitable for him?

He turned his head and found that Finger had left without him noticing.

“I don’t know who died.” In front of the window on the second floor of the library, Manstein leaned on the windowsill and looked at the flickering candlelight below.

“I want to know too, but the principal seems fine, so the loss shouldn’t be that big, right?” Guderian scratched his head.

Three Gorges Reservoir, a black helicopter hovered over the lock. On the choppy water below, the Maniakh lay overturned, its belly exposed. It had capsized upon impact, with the part above the waterline submerged in the icy river. The helicopter lowered a ladder, and a tall figure descended, holding onto the ladder. With his back to the light, he held a black umbrella against the rain.

Mance barely lifted his head to look at the figure, a damp cigar in his mouth, and smiled with difficulty. “Principal.”

The baby in his arms was crying loudly, and there was no sound of any other people except the endless storm. The others were fatally injured in the shock of falling into the water. The third officer curled up and held the baby in his arms, using his body to block the impact. When Mance woke up, he heard only crying, piercing the air.

Principal Anjou walked over to Mance and squatted down, reaching out to press the wound on his waist. A withered yellow tooth pierced through there. The violent explosion was beyond the creature’s expectation. A tooth broke and flew out. Mance’s “Pure Land” failed to stop it. Anjou was already very old, but his hands were still strong and warm. Mance felt that life was slightly flowing back into his body, and smiled at the principal.

“It’s just that his back teeth haven’t grown yet. He seems to be able to keep changing his teeth like a crocodile. The front teeth are one meter long. If he stabs me, I wouldn’t be able to hold on until you get here.” Mance said as he handed the principal two things in his hand. One was the baby, and the other was a rope that he had been holding tightly. The other end of the rope was tied to the copper pot that he had obtained with great difficulty, and now it was floating on the water.

Principal Anjou pressed on Mance’s wound. “Don’t talk. The doctor will be here soon.”

“The doctor won’t help. Let me finish my final report, just like a hero in a movie.”

“Indeed, a doctor won’t help. The dragon’s fang is highly poisonous—the toxin is eroding your nervous system. There’s no saving you,” the Principal nodded. “So, let’s begin right away.”

“I think I killed Dragon King Norton. This Copper Jar was brought out of the bronze underground palace by Ye Sheng and Sakatoku Aki. I don’t know what’s inside, but Norton desperately wanted it back—it must have significant research value. We should search for the dragon’s remains upstream; we might still be able to extract DNA. Other than that, there’s nothing more. I know I have a policy that allows my body to be flown back to Germany…” Mance struggled to finish speaking, his strength waning.

The principal looked around. Bright lights were coming from all directions. Some were from military helicopters, some were from patrol boats, and some were from the garrison approaching with dogs on the shore. They were surrounded, completely and thoroughly, in the sky and on the ground. Underwater, the belly of the Maniakh emerged from the water, revealing the shellfish and seaweed attached to the bottom of the ship.

“It wasn’t Dragon King Norton—just a dragon servitor, a warrior guarding the Dragon King’s soul,” the Principal said. “This brass cylinder is an ossuary or, rather, an ‘egg.’ The inscription says, ‘With my bones and blood, I offer tribute to the great His Majesty Nidhogg, who is supreme in power and virtue, ruling the world by destiny.’ Inside here is Norton, but it’s just the bone bottle of Dragon King Norton”

“He was hiding behind Gongsun Shu?” Mance asked.

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