Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 157 Dream ([-])

Atami is located at the end of the Izu Peninsula. This coastal city is a famous hot spring town.

Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder of the Edo Shogunate, liked to bathe in Atami after the Great War, and Atami became famous for this.

On the top of the high cliff stands a high black wall, and falling cherry blossoms fly out of the high wall and float towards the sea.

Tonight, the wind and waves in Sagami Bay were calm, until the strong wind fell from the sky, blowing the cherry blossoms, and the garden seemed to be covered with pink snow.

The helicopter stayed in mid-air, the cabin door was opened, and the girl in the white dress jumped down, her hair blooming like a flower in the white dress.

Sakurai followed closely behind.

He was a little nervous. On the way here, he asked Mr. Makoto what kind of person he was. Mako said that he was very similar to an adult, after all, he was a brother.

Only then did Akira Sakurai know that Mr. Ze, the editor who had been encouraging him all this time, was actually the adult's younger brother.

They jumped into the courtyard of this villa built on a high cliff. The hot spring pool in the courtyard is a natural bluestone trough. Masons used copper pipes to introduce hot spring water, forming this warm and jade-like bubble pool.

A tall ancient cherry tree blooms above the bubble pool.

"This cherry tree is called Kanzakura, and the flowering period of Kanzakura is earlier than other cherry blossoms. Its full bloom indicates that the "cherry blossom tide" is sweeping across Japan." Mako walked in front and introduced Sakurai Akira.

Akira Sakurai watched the scene of cherry blossoms flying down for a long time without looking away, imprinting all this in his mind almost greedily.

Cherry blossom is the national flower of Japan. In March and April every year, the cherry blossoms bloom from the warm south to the north. The pink cherry tide advances to the north, forming a line called "Sakura Front".

Cherry blossoms are beautiful.

But Akira Sakurai only watched it on TV.

Even though he has seen cherry blossoms in many places during this trip, he still feels that such scenes are really hard to see enough.

What a luxury it is to be able to soak in such a hot spring and watch the cherry blossoms bloom above your head.

"By the way, remember to call your lord the boss later." Mako turned around and instructed.

"Boss?" Sakurai Akira was taken aback.

"Well, everyone calls it that. Isn't there a saying, do as the Romans do." Mako leaned over and picked up a wooden bucket, turned around and handed it to Akira Sakurai, "The water in the hot spring has been put away, look at your embarrassed picture. Look, hurry up and take a rest, the boss doesn't like rash guys."

Akira Sakurai took the barrel, turned and walked towards the hot spring.

After a while, he changed into the prepared men's kimono, stepped on clogs, and walked towards the big house along the cherry blossom path under the guidance of Mako.

Akira Sakurai was not used to the kicking of clogs along the way. Although he was Japanese, it was the first time in his life to wear these clogs, including the men's kimono on his body.

The moment the sliding door was opened, the sun was blowing, and the dust in the air was flying in the beam of light.

It is not so much a mansion of a wealthy family as it is a palace of a daimyo from the Warring States Period. It is tens of meters long and wide, but the dust reflects the sunlight so brightly that Akira Sakurai can't see the end of the house.

The floor is log-colored, with white silk and brushes scattered all over the floor, the pillars are painted a beautiful red, and golden irises are painted on them.

The warrior-like figure of the Warring States Period sits kneeling with his back to the sun, and the busy servants are turning around him, putting on the red lacquered and gold-flowered "Southern Barbarian Foot Armor" for him. It was amazing, and a huge golden crescent moon stood on the helmet.

Although he was sitting still, the noble warrior was sitting here with awe-inspiring majesty, like a king.

The boy who was busy dressing him up was wearing a wine-red leather trench coat and a silver cross necklace. It looked like he was not dressed up to a high standard, and he probably looked like a street game cosplayer in Akihabara.

Akira Sakurai stared at the warrior-like figure of the Warring States Period as if he was facing an enemy.

Wearing the Nanman carcass is a red skeleton, sitting on its knees, with its bony hands resting on its knees.

Looking carefully, Akira Sakurai found that this skeleton is obviously different from ordinary people. Humans have only 206 bones, while he has as many as a thousand. The ribs are as dense as a comb, and there are fan-shaped bones shrinking behind them, which are roughly in the shape of wings. .

What makes Akira Sakurai feel as if he is facing an enemy is that this dead skeleton still exudes an awe-inspiring majesty!
That is the majesty of the king, the apex of the dragon blood, and the existence that all mixed races must look up to!

"Completed!" The boy jumped up, smiled and clapped his hands, turned to look at Mako and Akira Sakurai, "Ah, classmate Xiaoming is here too? How do you feel after meeting our Mr. Amaterasu?"

He looks very young, and looks like a young man who is addicted to games and cannot extricate himself from his attire, but Akira Sakurai dare not show any disrespect. Respect from the bottom of your heart.

And Makoto was right... He really felt an adult-like aura from this person!
Akira Sakurai said respectfully, "It's beyond what I can achieve now."

"You're still very self-aware!" The boss looked at Akira Sakurai with a smile, "how are you familiar with the ability of the blood mark?"

"Still in the groping stage." Akira Sakurai replied honestly.

Regarding the ability of the blood mark, he is indeed still in the groping stage. This ability that can temporarily strengthen him into a pure blood dragon is difficult to control.

Baqi is the ability to control one's own bloodline, forcibly refining one's own bloodline, so that one's physical body can reach the realm of a pure-blooded dragon.

There is also a gap between pure blood dragons.

All pure-blooded dragons can be collectively classified as "ancient species".

According to the era when dragons ruled the world, only the first generation, second generation, and third generation of dragons can be called "ancient species". These dragons have the title of king and rule their own territory. A prince can rule the entire territory of the Balkan Peninsula. When he is furious, he will kill thousands of people overnight.

"In the Eight Families of Sheqi, Yuan Zhisheng is considered to have the emperor's blood. The emperor's blood can also be regarded as a blood mark, and it is also a key to open a certain world that has been lost for too long. You should be familiar with that world, after all, you go there every night." The boss smiled and asked suddenly, "Do you know how many bones Yuan Zhisheng has?"

Akira Sakurai froze for a moment, his eyes fell on the figure like a warrior from the Warring States period, and then became dignified.

"You guessed it." The boss smiled lightly, "The bones of the emperor are completely different from those of humans, and are also very different from those of ordinary hybrids. Yuanzhisheng has thousands of bones like dragons, and these bones are necessary Under normal circumstances, it can be tightly integrated into one body and enter the keel state. The raw body in the keel state is almost at the level of a pure-blooded dragon."

"You need the help of Baqi to reach this level, but the emperor only needs to integrate his own power to reach the pure blood level."

"The owner of the royal blood is born like this, and although you have obtained the blood mark of your brother, your body has long been finalized. Unless you can endure the severe pain of being reborn and let yourself complete an 'evolution', otherwise you will never be able to. To catch up with the emperor's footsteps, the incomplete version of Baqi is your limit."

Akira Sakurai quietly listened to the adults' teachings, and when the boss finished speaking, he bowed his head and said, "Please guide me the way forward."

"It's easy to say, since my brother is going to support you to make your debut, then I don't mind giving you a hand." The boss said with a smile, "By the way, Xiao Ming, I heard some interesting rumors recently. I heard that you saw another destiny." Track, would you mind sharing your dream with me?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

……

……

The time is 11 o'clock at night.

Caesar was not at the academy, but in a penthouse suite in a hotel in Chicago.

The room was pitch-black, and he didn't turn on the light. The fluorescent light from the notebook illuminated his stern face in the dark.

"Fenrir is dead, but not dead." - Freya.

Caesar frowned and typed: "What do you mean?"

This is the private message channel of the hunter website. In order to avoid Norma's monitoring of the whole academy, he left the academy on purpose and came here.

The death of the Lord of the Earth and the Mountain has been confirmed by the Academy.

Although it is impossible to confirm the key, but analyzing the situation at that time, everyone has to believe that the Dragon King was indeed killed.

At that time, the mixed races in BJ felt that the word spirit named "Shiva Karma Dance" was spreading to the whole city, the sickle weasel broke out, and the Nibelungen hole opened. Everything is a sign of the end. It is not enough to kill the dragon king. change the outcome.

And the only young man who walked out of that Nibelungen alive was naturally regarded by everyone as a dragon-slaying hero.

His name is Lu Mingfei.

Afterwards, all parties found the Nibelungen in the BJ subway. It was the cave where the Dragon King once hid. It was an abandoned military train warehouse. They found some traces, but no one could open the door to that world. .

If Lu Mingfei hadn't killed the king of the earth and the mountain, then [Shiva Karma Dance] would have destroyed the entire city.

Freya: "The King of the Earth and the Mountain is indeed dead, but Fenrir is not dead. I can feel that guy is still alive in this world, and he is having a good time!"

Caesar:"?"

Freya: "Tsk, little Caesar is so stupid, I can't even understand this."

Caesar's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "Are you only a riddle man?"

Since the last time Freya revealed her identity to him in an almost public way, he has tried to communicate with her several times, but every time when it comes to critical issues, this guy always evades his words, or even normal people can't understand if.

Freya: "Hee hee, being a riddler is really fun!"

Caesar took a deep breath: "Tell me, what is your relationship with my mother?"

Freya: "Our sisters are deeply in love! Little Kaikai, hurry up and call my aunt! [Akimbo and laughing]"

"She's dead."

The pale fluorescent light illuminated Caesar's expressionless face, and he mechanically tapped on the keyboard.

"If you are really her sister, why didn't I see you at the funeral?"

Then there was a long silence.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party's profile photo was always on and didn't go dark, he would have wondered if Freya had run away again.

Freya: "So what if you know, so what if you don't know? Sometimes not knowing is a kind of happiness, enjoy your last happy time. Your mother will look at you like a bright star in the sky. I can tell Yours is just to be careful of the people around you, the stabbing from the closest people is often the most painful."

Her face darkened.

Caesar put down his notebook in silence, and lay alone on the big soft bed, looking sideways at the dark sky outside the window.

Tonight, like that night, the sky was starless and covered with black cirrus clouds.

He felt a little cold, pulled the corner of the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with them closed.

……

……

"Lord, please rest the dead in peace and let the eternal light shine on their spirits!"

"Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem!"

"Lord, listen to our prayers, everyone will be judged before You!"

"Lord, please have mercy on us."

"Requiem Mass", the music used by Catholics to mourn the dead.

This mourning chorus is played repeatedly in the PA system, and the singing echoes in the huge space, ethereal like a stray bird.

This is Milan Cathedral in Italy.

A grand and solemn funeral slowly came to an end, and the mourners dispersed one after another. The Gothic cathedral looked extremely empty at this moment, with a violet curtain hanging from the dome, and bouquets of white roses were illuminated red by candlelight.

The central altar is filled with silver candlesticks, and in the center is an exquisite hexagonal coffin.

The lid of the coffin is crystal clear glass so that the mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping among the white roses is a woman in a white dress. She is so beautiful and peaceful that people mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, so she dare not make a sound for fear of disturbing her tranquility. good dream.

at this time.

There was only one eleven or twelve-year-old boy left in the whole church.

He was wearing a well-fitting black suit, an exquisite white bow tie, and a crucifix on his chest. He had sea blue eyes and golden hair.

The boy lay on the cover of the hexagonal coffin, looked at the woman inside, and looked up at the dome tens of meters high.

Through the dome of glass, he could see the night sky outside the church all the time.

There were no stars that night, the sky was piled up with black cirrus clouds, and crows were calling monotonously outside the church.

Where did the woman transformed into a star go?Covered by dark clouds?
The world is so silent...

Quiet as if he was the only one left.

But there are many people laughing and whispering, crystal glass wine glasses collide with each other, silver forks knock on the dinner plate, drunken men invite women to dance, and women's pointed heels knock on the ground...

It seems that a devil's feast is being held in the dark.

Not far away, a banquet is being held.

According to the custom of the church, after the funeral is over and the mourning guests are sent away, the family members will gather, the priest will preside over a mass, and then receive the communion.

The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was too lively, noisy and jubilant, like a grand celebration, it seemed so harsh to the boy's ears.

Are they celebrating the... death of the woman in the coffin?
Obviously, these guys didn't want the boy to know how happy they were, so they deliberately placed the dinner party in the basement, and carefully closed the heavy wooden door.

They think that where the boys don't know, they can have no scruples and wanton revelry.

But the little black shadow that ordinary people can't see "slid" out from the crack of the door.

It is so light and thin, like a paper-cut bat, there is no place in this world that it cannot reach.

(End of this chapter)