[Dragon Race][Kai Chu]Until the Day

It's the same two words.

Caesar carefully cleaned the wound behind Chu Zihang with hydrogen peroxide.The guide's skin was slightly cool, and the muscles of his back rose and fell slightly along with the ridgeline as he breathed; when the medical cotton ball rubbed against the wound, the guide trembled visibly to the naked eye.Caesar couldn't help but squeezed Chu Zihang's shoulders tightly, he couldn't tell whether it was to give strength or stop the trembling. Five seconds later, the other party regained his composure, and Caesar quickly wrapped the gauze; when his hands passed around Chu Zihang's body, his nose once again smelled the pleasant smell of soap on the guide's body.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang whispered with his back to Caesar.He opened the car door, jumped out carefully, put on a new T-shirt, and handed Caesar an ice pack that had just been taken out of the incubator.

Caesar took the ice pack and applied it to his swollen ankle. "There is something I wanted to say yesterday."

"Ok?"

"After I met you, nothing good happened to me."

Chu Zihang was at a loss for words for a moment, and Caesar raised his chin towards the telephone booth not far away: "Go and report your mission."

The sun had already risen, shining through the windshield, making him a little dizzy.Caesar watched the thin figure of the guide walk into the telephone booth, took off the receiver, and dialed by coin.

Very good, he thought.He sat here, waiting for Chu Zihang to finish his phone call, and then he was about to bid farewell to this confusing guide.He can ask Chu Zihang to take him to a familiar town nearby, where there is a good Italian restaurant.He pokes at the ice pack, and the sprained foot heals in about two or three days before he can pick up his motorcycle.His dear uncle must have known the story of the casino, huh...

The glass of the phone booth in the distance reflected sunlight, and the guide was shrouded in a halo.

What about the wizard?After everything is over, Chu Zihang, where will he go?That momentary palpitation of emptiness flashed from the bottom of my heart again, and Caesar frowned——

...He suddenly felt that what he said before was not wrong, that Cesar Gattuso was indeed ill, and it was a menacing emergency.

***

Chu Zihang put the earpiece to his ear, and keyed in the commissioner number and task number in sequence. He has performed this procedure dozens of times, and he is already very familiar with it. He waited for the mechanical female voice to say: "The progress of the task is confirmed, and it has been completed." Then give him a vacation, or more often, send him another new assignment.

An unnatural electric current rang through the receiver, but the expected female voice did not sound, and someone answered the phone.

"Chu Zihang?" A hoarse voice came.

"Professor Schneider?" Chu Zihang recognized the voice.This was the first time he heard the professor's voice from the task progress call, hoarse and low.

"Get something?"

"Yes."

"Is Cesar Gattuso still with you?"

Chu Zihang was a little surprised, but still answered truthfully: "He is in the car."

"Very good. Let him come back with you. It's the end of the mission. Someone wants to see him."

Chu Zihang hung up the phone and returned to the direction of the off-road vehicle.From his vantage point, the Sentry was sitting in the passenger seat, his blue eyes watching him through the windshield.He was a little stunned, the sound of the waves in his ears was very calm, he vaguely felt that the skin on his left shoulder still had the warmth of the sentry's palm, and he couldn't help avoiding Caesar's eyes.

He returned to the SUV and put his seat belt back on.

"Your task is accomplished," said Caesar.

"Yes. But you...can't leave yet." Chu Zihang said.

"Why? Since I sprained my foot, do you feel it is your duty to take care of the wounded?" Caesar asked.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

Caesar looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it because...you want to keep me?"

##Chapter04 Glory

Caesar looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it because...you want to keep me?"

Chu Zihang didn't seem to hear the joke in Caesar's tone, and said, "It's the instructor's instruction. Someone wants to see you."

***

Three hours later, when Caesar saw the "Great Salt Lake" sign on the side of the road, he still felt a sense of absurd unreality.Within two days, he was dragged all the way from the Nevada desert to the Great Salt Lake by a D-level guide, and he was also robbed as a free laborer.

Where the altitude is high, the sky is always low, as if you can touch the clouds with your hands; at the end of the blue sky are rolling mountains, with towering peaks covered with white snow.

"You don't believe in Mormonism, do you?" Caesar looked at the resplendent religious buildings passing by quickly outside the car window, and began to suspect that he was being targeted by some evil sect.

"No." Chu Zihang flatly denied it.

Finally, the off-road vehicle stopped in front of an inconspicuous small building.No one came out to greet him.Chu Zihang got out of the car with the suitcase, Caesar also opened the car door, and then... hopped on one foot and followed the guide.

The scene was so funny that the first thing Chu Zihang did after entering the room was to move a suede armchair for Caesar.

Caesar looked around. This was probably the living room. On the south-facing side was a huge glass window, which was tightly covered by curtains; on the other side were two rows of huge solid wood bookshelves; the room smelled of old wood, There are all kinds of books and mechanical parts everywhere, piled up as far as the eye can see, like a huge garage.

"Is this your 'school?"

"I am a student of Professor Schneider. The professor chose to live and recuperate here due to physical reasons, but he has been working for the college."

There were footsteps approaching, and there was the sound of rolling together.A tall figure entered the room, with half of his face hidden behind an oxygen mask, dragging a small oxygen tank behind him.

"Professor Schneider." Chu Zihang got up and put the suitcase on the low table in the middle of the living room.

The professor nodded, motioned Chu Zihang to sit down, and glanced at Caesar beside him.

"You must be Chu Zihang's mentor." Caesar stood up, and Schneider shook hands with him briefly.Caesar could not judge the man's age; the man had eagle-like eyes, but his breathing was dry and hoarse like an old bellows.

"But I think it's not you who wants to see me." The sentinel looked at the bookshelf on the other side of the living room, waiting for someone to appear.

Three powerful applause came from behind the bookshelf, "Your guess is completely correct. Indeed, Professor von Schneider is Chu Zihang's tutor; but the person who wants to see you is not him, but me."

A pair of exquisite handmade custom-made leather shoes walked towards them around the bookshelf.The man's footsteps were soft.Instinctively, Caesar realized that the opponent was a sentinel.Sentinels' sensitive five senses allow them to involuntarily control the sounds they make when they move.

And the grade is very high.

"who are you?"

"Don't remember? Cesar Gattuso. When I first met you, you were no taller than a desk."

"Are you... Pompeii's friend?" Caesar thought quickly. The only person who is qualified to say such a thing is probably this possibility.

"It can be counted." The other party smiled.He has silver-white hair, carefully and neatly groomed; he is wearing a three-piece formal suit, with a pocket watch chain peeking out of his pocket.His appearance is very old, but his vigor is like a sharpened edge. "Hilbert Jean Angers. 'Head of the academy. A+ rank sentinel." The old man introduced himself simply.

"Let's look at things first." The man called von Schneider spoke. This was the first time he spoke. His voice was hoarse, like a hairy bowstring playing a violin that had not been tuned for a long time.

Ang Rou nodded, took out a jackknife from his pocket, and handed it to Chu Zihang, "It's best for you to open this thing."

Chu Zihang took the jackknife from Anger's hand, opened it, and inserted it into the scorched black sealed metal box, slowly using force.The edges of the metal box welded off by molten metal were cut cleanly.Then he split the lock cleanly and opened the box.

Inside is a well-sealed kraft paper bag with a seal on it, and the pattern on the wax paint is a half-decayed world tree.There is also a notebook with a black leather cover under the paper bag, the most common type in stationery stores.

Anger handed the notebook to Chu Zihang: "This is for you."

"This is...?" Chu Zihang took it hesitantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be your father's diary."

Chu Zihang opened the cover, and on it was a handwritten name, "Chu Tianjiao".He was silent for a moment, then simply closed the notebook and gently placed it on the table next to him.Everyone knows that this is a personal item, and it is not suitable for onlookers in such a public place. "Let's look at the other one, it's more important." Chu Zihang said in a low voice.

Schneider headed high.

"The general outline document of the 'Heimdall Project has finally been found." Anger picked up the kraft paper bag, tore off the sealing wax, and pulled out a stack of pages inside.The paper is still well preserved in its sealed metal box. "We do not use electronic media to store the highest level of data. All data is written on paper to prevent theft and can be easily destroyed at any time."

Caesar's nerves were sensitively aroused by the word "Heimdall".This name belongs to the guardian of Asgard, the god domain in Norse mythology. He has the best eyes and the most sensitive ears. He can even hear the sound of grass growing when he lies on the ground.

"Have you heard of it? This plan?" Angers glanced at Caesar.

Caesar shook his head, but he vaguely guessed something about the name, "This is... a plan related to the sentry?"

"Yes. A top-secret plan that has completely failed and no longer has any meaning." Anger nodded, "Now that things have happened, this