Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 329 Listening to old people telling stories about the past

Qilan opened his eyes.

The person behind him took off the black blindfold in front of his eyes.

The dazzling white light caused him to subconsciously squint his eyes after being in the darkness for more than ten hours.

"I didn't expect you to really have the courage to contact me."

An old voice came from the front, and Edjo walked up to him with a glass of red wine, put down the glass, and said with a smile: "You should be clear, I don't give him face every time."

Qilan looked around. This was a luxurious European-style office, with all kinds of valuable collections such as ivory hanging on the wall.

"Is this your safe house?" Qi Lan asked, "I've been on a plane for ten hours, where did you escape to? North America?"

Edjo wasn't offended by his description of "running away", but became interested and looked at the butler behind him.

"You sealed his hearing and vision the whole time, right?"

"Yes sir."

"That's interesting, Qilan, how do you know that you've been on a ten-hour flight." Edjo spread his hands, "Could it be [Prophet] again? It's impossible for the gift of fate to come to you again and again , that comes at a price."

Qilan shook his head and said, "I silently counted [-] seconds in my heart."

Edjo's pupils shrank, he frowned slightly, stared at Qilan for a long time before saying:

"I feel that you are not lying. You are such an interesting fighter. Even without this gift of fate, your unwavering will is enough to make me look sideways."

Edjo patted him on the shoulder with a gentle and mellow smile like an elder: "Relax, this is our new territory, well, at least it is like this until the original owner returns. Don't ask where the owner has gone, he will help you Looking for your Bradley."

"Let's get to the point." Qi Lan whispered, "What experiment do you want me to cooperate with?"

With a scepter in both hands, Edjo walked to the window and looked out at the cold steel forest under the warm light.

This office stood impressively in the center of the city and was the highest end. Edjo had to admit that Nixos knew how to enjoy it in the past few years, and he also knew that power would eventually be concentrated at the highest point.

"Some time ago, the dean of the branch of Kassel College in England, Romandy Kaci, encountered a surprise attack from Odin. Fortunately, she foresaw this scene and took evasion in advance to escape the disaster."

Qilan narrowed his eyes, listening to Edjo suddenly mentioning a piece of seemingly insignificant news.

Although the two sides didn't have much contact, Qilan knew very well that this man would never do anything irrelevant.

His words and deeds must have a deep meaning. It is said that this is the soul of the Presbyterian Church. His ideas and pursuits have almost been implemented throughout the Presbyterian Council. Without him, the Presbyterian Council would have been reduced to a mess.

"You said to predict in advance, Romandy Kaqi, her speech spirit is also [Prophet]?" Qi Lan asked, "Odin wants to kill the person who masters [Prophet]?"

"No." Edjo raised a finger and shook it slightly, "Odin didn't want to kill the person who mastered the [Prophet], he wanted to devour the 'eyes' of the [Prophet]."

Hearing that Edjo specially emphasized the word "eyes", Qilan was silent for a while, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Edjo smiled and said, "You can also understand it as 'power'. Qilan, do you know why the person behind you chose you?"

"Because of the [Prophet]." Qilan said calmly, not a question, but a statement. He knew very well why he was selected and why he stood here.

"Yes, it is the [Prophet], the reason why he dared to send you to me is because I am the only ancient person in the Presbyterian Church who still knows some secrets." Edjo sighed, "If you live long enough, you You can always come into contact with some great secrets, for example, the last one who tried to obtain this power through devouring is the Black King in your eyes."

Under Qilan's shocked gaze, Edjo laughed and said, "Guess, did he succeed or fail?"

Qilan said in a deep voice: "Odin is imitating this move, which proves that the black king has succeeded."

"You're so smart, you guessed it right." Edjo said without hesitation, "He won the bet, got the power of [Prophet], and mastered [Backtracking] and [Prophet] at the same time. To a certain extent, he really No different from a god, he made a prophecy about himself and the future of the Dragon Race, and then died in his own prophecy."

"[Backtracking]?" Qilan was keenly aware of this ability that seemed to be the opposite of [Prophet].

"I think you can guess the meaning of this authority." Edjo said indifferently, "Let's skip it. Back then, the Black King usurped the [Prophet]'s authority by devouring it. Now Odin is trying to follow suit. , which means that both you and Romanti are his targets."

"Is Romanti one of yours?" Qilan asked suddenly.

"It can be said that, but as far as I know, this child works for several parties at the same time." Edjo said with a smile, "I have no objection, but now it seems that Odin, one of her former employers, is half-hearted. I am very dissatisfied, and I am going to stab her three times and six times."

"You've got her under control, haven't you?"

"Yes, she is temporarily under our control. We have no intention of getting involved in fate, but we don't want others to get involved."

"The experiment you asked me to cooperate with is related to her?"

"You guessed it right, we need you to annex her authority and complete your [prophet]."

"You want me to... devour her?" Qi Lan asked in a deep voice.

"It's not to devour her, but to devour her power." Edjo said lightly, "Complete it, and you are eligible to officially join our ranks."

Qilan was silent for a while, then said, "I have a few questions."

"Ask, I'll answer according to my mood."

"Why don't you come by yourself? Don't you want to have the power that even the Black King covets?" Qilan asked bluntly

"I think I have already said the reason." Edjo shook his head and said, "Foretelling the future does not mean that he can change the future. He did usurp this power, but he also died in his own prophecy. What's the use? It just adds pain? The power that can really change fate has never been placed under the throne of the sky."

Qilan understood Edjo's meaning, frowned, and couldn't help but think of the new ending he had seen...

But he didn't say all this, he changed the question and said:
"What is your purpose? You invited me to join you, but you never told me what you wanted to do."

Edjo opened the curtain in front of the French windows, opened his broad arms, turned around to embrace Qilan, and led him to the window.

The brightly lit city at the foot came into view. The bright yellow street lamps meandered around the corners of the city like veins. The European-style spire towered into the night clouds. Across hundreds of meters, Qilan could still feel the city. Fireworks emanating from the room.

Edjo pointed to the city below and whispered, "Guess what I saw?"

"Cities, lights, humans, or servants?" Qilan said coldly.

Edjo shook his head, and said with some amusement: "In your eyes, I seem to be an old guy who is immersed in the old glory, scoffs at the human domination of the world and is filled with righteous indignation?"

"Qilan, if I want, we can liberate this world from human rule at any time."

He patted Qilan's shoulder lightly, with an intimate and kind gesture like the elders and mischievous juniors in the family, but his words made Qilan's body icy cold. Does this mean to him that the elders have the ability to overturn the table at any time? ?

"There is no doubt that we have this strength, not only now, but also a long time ago."

"But we didn't do this. There are many reasons. One of them is that we are far less interested in becoming the king of the world than you imagined."

"We have no intention of becoming kings."

Edjo leaned over. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he was as tall as Qilan when he bent down. Through the reflection through the window, Qilan could see an indescribable emotion flowing in the old man's dark golden pupils.

"Human beings are often a group of conceited guys. How ridiculous is it to think that they understand dragons through a few words or broken ancient books left by the ancients? The most ridiculous thing is that human beings do not even understand themselves, but try to To decipher us who are more complex than humans."

"You never understand the Dragon Clan."

"We are not interested in becoming kings of humans, and it is impossible to become kings of each other. There is and is destined to be only one king of the dragon clan. Four monarchs? Hehe, in my eyes, they are all just children who have not grown up. With a few words of sowing discord, they betrayed the Black King who created them, driven by cheap emotions, and did not hesitate to ruin the glory of the entire ethnic group in order to pursue their own freedom..."

"I'm glad my enemies are so stupid, but as an elder of the Clan I feel nothing but sorrow."

"They are far from qualified to be kings."

"They don't understand what a race is or what a king is. They are just stubbornly pursuing the life and death of an individual, a free individual. Not to mention the ability to carry a race, they have never even thought about it."

Looking at Qilan's hazy face on the window mirror, Edjo calmly said:
"You do not believe?"

"I am the oldest person of the earth and the mountains. Whether it is Fenrir or Jormungandr, I am the one who first welcomed them to descend from the high heavens to the earth. In human terms... it is Wenpo? Or adoptive parents? I raised Fenrir with my own hands, told him the weight of kingship, and taught him that the group is far more important than the individual, but he still fell into the enemy's trap for his sister, and his soul was wounded in the end. Even the cocoon rebirth cannot make up for it, and I became a fool."

Qilan's eyes shook, and then he asked the third question for tonight.

"You said just now that you descended from the sky to the world? How did the dragon race...be born in this world?"

How exactly was the Dragon Clan born and split?give birth?Or is it raised naturally like the gods in mythology?
The secret party has confirmed that the dragon race has the ability to reproduce, but in the history recorded by the secret party, the black king created the white king by splitting. In addition, how was the original dragon race born in this world?
"Congratulations, Qilan, you have found our research topic." Edjo smiled slightly, "This is exactly the proposition that our Presbyterian Church has been pursuing for thousands of years."

Qilan asked in a daze, "What do you mean? You claim to be the oldest person of the earth and mountains, don't you know how you were born?"

"In the original dragon race, the soul descended from the sky to the human world. We were born in the ocean of elements, and we were born with the power to control the elements. This is the nobility of the first generation." Edjo said in a low and forceful tone, "But Before that?"

"The first-generation species is not the end of the dragon race, at least above our heads... an undisputed majesty sits high from beginning to end."

"This problem has troubled us for a long time, including the previous generation of Black King known to you mixed races. He seized the power of [Prophet] and tried to combine it with [Retrospective] to pursue the older history."

"What do we want to do, you ask?"

"We're just trying to figure out where it all started."

"Return to the embrace of the elemental sea that gave birth to us."

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"Let's call the school manager Lu." Lu Mingfei coughed, adjusted his non-existent collar, and said seriously, "Principal Angers, we have received accusations against you from the Gattuso family, and we are invited to attend the school meeting. Yes, do you have anything to argue about?"

"If the Gattuso family knows that they invited you, they will definitely regret it." Angers raised his brows, "In addition, what is going on inside the school now, knowing that something happened to me, some people should not be able to sit still ?”

"The original meeting was held one month earlier, and it was held at the end of the month. About three days later, you still have time, principal." Lu Mingfei broke a banana, "I heard that the number of participants has increased. A dozen old guys have been added."

"It's normal. Some people can't help jumping out when they hear that something happened to me. After all, I'm also a card of the secret party." Anger put half an apple on the table and pointed to Lu Mingfei's hand "Give me one too. By the way, isn't this the fruit basket given to me? Why did you eat it yourself?"

Lu Mingfei Pidianpidian helped the principal break a banana, peeled it and sent it to Angers, and said seriously: "I have never seen a patient finish eating the fruit basket, what a waste!"

Ange shook his head speechlessly, and suddenly said, "Aren't you wondering how I knew you became the seventh school director?"

Lu Mingfei threw away the banana peel and said, "I know you have a connection with Lu Mingze."

Anger said softly: "Do you still remember the painting you handed in for the 3E exam when you entered school?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback for a moment, his thoughts were drawn back to the 3E exam that year...

"Are you two really brothers?"

"Well, he's my younger brother." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"But you are indeed the child born of Qiao Weini and Lu Lincheng." Anger said doubtfully, "If Qiao Wei Ni and Lu Lincheng hadn't insisted on giving birth to you back then, we were even hesitant to let you be born. And I can confirm that your younger brother is a noble first-generation species, in what form were you born in Giovanni's belly?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said, "Didn't you see me when I was just born?"

Anger was stunned and said: "I have seen it before. When you were born, your skin was wrinkled, but your eyes were wide open. You didn't cry or make trouble, but you just looked at us curiously. Lu Qicheng hit us a few times according to the nurse's instructions. Your ass wants you to cry, but you just don't cry, staring at him stretching out his little hand, Lu Lincheng leaned his face forward, and then you slapped him without knowing what happened... ...Later, it was Qiao Weini who made up his mind, took you from Lu Lincheng, and slapped your ass until you cried."

Lu Mingfei: "......"

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One more PS: I have said it several times before, this fan will not adopt some original Dragon Five settings, such as Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini.

(End of this chapter)