dragon raja

Loneliness（2）

Twenty minutes later, the waiter in white knocked on the door of the dormitory. The silver utensils on the dining cart contained the feast ordered by Finkel, which was more exquisite than any high-end restaurant Lu Mingfei had visited. The waiters also brought their own tabletops and tablecloths, and set them up in the middle of the dormitory for Lu Mingfei and Finkel. After arranging the cutlery and utensils, they solemnly placed the ice bucket with the champagne bottle in the middle, placed two frozen glasses with condensed dew in front of the two, and finally lit a candle in a silver candlestick and left.

"Eat! Man is iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry. Eat well before thinking about the 3E exam. There will always be a way out when you reach the mountain." Finkel spoke Chinese fluently and seemed to be very hungry. He grabbed the truffle bread and ate it. "Have at it!"

Lu Mingfei felt that this cynical senior who looked confused suddenly became very cute and every word he said was true. He immediately put down his knife and fork, tore off a goose leg and ate it, and generously handed the other goose leg to Finger. Finger took the goose leg, and the two smiled brightly across the candlelight, like brothers.

At this moment, on the top floor of the library, no more than 500 meters away from Dormitory 303 in Area 1, is the "Longwen Research Area".

The teacher of the two gluttons, Professor Guderian, was standing on the top of the ladder to reach a document, his head almost touching the ceiling light. The bookshelves here were more than 3 meters high, made of Burmese hardwood, with an iron-like luster and color under the snow-white light. The bookshelves were filled with 10-centimeter-thick hardcover books, which were opened and filled with transparent sealed folders that had been drained of air. Ancient copper scrolls were preserved in them. The words engraved on the copper plates had been buried under the ice for thousands of years, waiting for people to interpret them.

"Guderian, what made you wake up from the joy of having an 'S'-level student and suddenly focus on dragon writing research?" Someone said

Said from the bottom of the ladder.

Professor Guderian pulled down the round glasses on his forehead, looked down, and saw a spherical object as kind as the ceiling light.

"Hi, Manstein, why are you here so late at night?" Professor Guderian greeted his old friend unexpectedly.

Professor Manstein touched his hairless head and said, "I'm here to look up information. I'm very interested in your new student."

"Yes!" Professor Guderian nodded vigorously. "He is a unique exception. I have found many unusual things about him. I haven't figured it out yet."

"What I'm interested in is that as an ordinary student, facing Chu Zihang's golden dragon eyes today, he actually fired the gun without fear. I thought that only a few people in this academy could do this, but your student Lu Mingfei did it. How did he do it?" Professor Manstein asked coldly.

"He is very smart, has a keen eye for precision, and he is an 'S' grade student. He is definitely not ordinary!" After thinking about it, Professor Guderian gave a high evaluation to his student.

"Don't you feel any pain in your waist when you talk from such a high place?" Professor Manstein asked coldly.

"Now that you mention it, I do think that's the case." Professor Guderian patted his lower back. His old spine could no longer support himself after reading for so long.

"Guderian, from the time we shared a dormitory at Harvard to now, you are still as out of touch as ever!" Professor Manstein sighed, "You should think about it from a different angle. So far, the golden dragon pupil has only appeared on Chu Zihang, a student, and it represents a very high purity of dragon blood. According to the records in the classics, only the dragons at the prince level have the 'eternal' golden dragon pupil. When looking directly at it, it is equivalent to casting a 'king' word spirit, forcing the other party to temporarily submit to him. Only some people with high purity of dragon blood can resist. At that time, Chu Zihang had already thrown down his weapon, thinking he had won. However, the golden dragon pupil did not affect Lu Mingfei. Facing this fellow with power comparable to that of a dragon prince, Lu Mingfei calmly fired a shot. Is the purity of Lu Mingfei's dragon blood so high?"

Professor Guderian scratched his graying hair. "Nothing is strange about an S-level dragon bloodline. Chu Zihang is only A-level."

"I really want to shake you off that ladder!" said Professor Manstein viciously. He was extremely annoyed by the stupidity of his classmates, old friends and colleagues.

"Then I'll come down by myself," Professor Guderian climbed down the ladder obediently. "What's so serious that the chairman of the disciplinary committee needs to be dispatched?"

"He has no reaction to the 'Emperor', right?" Professor Manstein looked directly into Professor Guderian's eyes. The Aryan's blue-gray eyes had a metallic cold light.

Professor Guderian was stunned and nodded. "Yes, I don't know why. I tried to recite the secret spell of Dragon King Nidhogg to him, the part about the word 'Emperor', 'Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth'. But he didn't seem to resonate at all. This is the only case so far where a dragon descendant is immune to the 'Emperor', so I came to the library late at night."

"In the past fifty years, there has never been a dragon bloodline that did not respond to the 'Word Spirit' of Dragon Emperor Nidhogg. Nidhogg is the only ancestor of the dragon race. The ability of the Word Spirit 'Emperor' is to awaken the reverence for the Dragon Emperor that is forever in the genes of any dragon bloodline, and to travel through time to recall the past when the dragon race ruled the world. He should cry bitterly, he should kneel on the ground, as if worshiping a god, but what is his response?"

"He said I was singing..." Professor Guderian was embarrassed.

Professor Manstein handed a copper scroll sealed in a cylindrical glass bottle to Professor Guderian, "Ice Sea Fragment, number AD0099, I

We have found the information you need for you.”

"A fragment of the initials AD?" Professor Guderian was surprised. "This is a top-secret ancient document!"

"Only the oldest documents contain the highest level of secrets." Professor Manstein took a deep breath, "The effect of the Word Spirit 'Emperor' is on all the dragon bloodlines that submit to the Dragon King Nidhogg, but there is indeed a dragon bloodline that does not submit to Nidhogg.

Professor Guderian stared at the fragment of the ancient book in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He couldn't help but say it out loud, "The 'White King' mentioned in the Secret Chapter of the Dragon Tribe Codex?"

"Only the descendants of the White King are not subservient to the Black Dragon Emperor Nidhogg. The White King's 'Oracle' is the only thing we know of that can restrain the 'Emperor'.

The Word Spirit, after it betrayed the Dragon Emperor as a priest, used the 'Oracle' on all of its descendants."

Professor Guderian pondered for a moment and shook his head. "The White King's bloodline is just a legend. According to the records on the Ice Sea Copper Pillar, the Dragon King Nidhogg destroyed the White King with his supreme power, killed it, ate its flesh, turned its bones into ice chips, melted the ice chips and poured them into the volcano, completely destroying the White King's body and soul. So the White King no longer exists, and his words and spirits are gone.

And then you lose your power.”

"The White King's Rebellion was the largest rebellion in the history of the dragon race. One third of the dragon race became rebels. After suppressing the rebellion, the Dragon King Nidhogg recorded the fate of the rebels in a copper pillar that held up the sky. This is the Ice Sea Copper Pillar Chart we found in Greenland." Professor Manstein said, "This means that the Ice Sea Copper Pillar Chart is the history written by Nidhogg's 'Black King' faction. The Dragon King will undoubtedly emphasize that the rebel leader has been completely eliminated, but as the first generation, the purest dragon bloodline,

Is the White King's soul really so easily destroyed? Perhaps it is still alive, sleeping somewhere, just like the other dragon princes."

"Lu Mingfei is... a descendant of the White King?" Professor Guderian shuddered, then revealed ecstasy, "We have never discovered any White King.

Bloodline! The White King is a dragon that is close to humans. If the White King is still sleeping, it may even help us! I knew Lu Mingfei was extraordinary!"

"You are too happy too soon." Professor Manstein took out a pipe from his pocket, lit it, took a few puffs, exhaled a mouthful of sticky smoke, and took a deep breath. "I am no less knowledgeable than you in the study of dragon history, but I don't believe the White King will help humans. The 'Black King' said that the White King instigated humans to resist the rule of the dragons. In my opinion, this is true. The White King just wants to use the power of humans to make up for his own shortcomings. The dragons are completely different from us. They are an intelligent race with unparalleled power, but they are aliens. They can't really sympathize with humans. The White King may just be a hypocritical and vicious king, and may even be more cruel than the Black King. The Black King regards himself as a god and uses humans as sheep to graze. The White King wants to seize the power of the Black King, so he turns the sheep into an army. Far more humans die under his rule than those who die at the hands of the Black King. The Ice Sea Copper Pillar says that the White King 'stained the silver throne red with the blood of the untouchables', implying the White King's brutality."

Professor Guderian's face turned pale, and he didn't know what to do next. The only sound in the library was the ticking of the old clock on the wall.

"In fact, we are not complete human beings either." After a long while, Professor Guderian murmured, "Even if Lu Mingfei is really a descendant of the White King, it may not be a bad thing."

"But we are all descendants of the Black King, descendants of the Black King with human hearts. Our original enemies were only pure-blooded dragons. If the descendants of the White King join this war, our hope of victory will be even smaller." Professor Manstein puffed hard on his pipe. "Who knows what kind of legacy the White King will leave to his descendants? Lu Mingfei may become our enemy when the blood of the White King truly awakens!"

He patted Professor Guderian on the shoulder and said, "He may punish us like the Black King punished the White King... He is an 'S' grade student with unparalleled potential."

"What do you want to say?" Professor Guderian, who was in deep thought, suddenly raised his head and asked loudly.

"I'm considering whether to tell the principal my guess. If it is the root of the problem, it should be resolved as soon as possible!" Professor Manstein said in a low and stern voice.

It was as if a ball of black fear exploded in his heart. Professor Guderian felt his blood run cold. He understood what Professor Manstein meant. He also knew what mission this seemingly lively campus actually undertook. They were decisive in killing and never hesitated. He lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

Professor Manstein took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the principal's number, but did not call immediately. He looked at Professor Guderian through the lens. He was still waiting for his old friend's judgment. After all, Lu Mingfei was his student. Such a report from the Disciplinary Committee could completely ruin the life of a new student.

Professor Guderian suddenly raised his head, grabbed Professor Manstein's hand, and slowly closed his phone.

"Lu Mingfei..." Professor Guderian paused for a long time, and finally said what he had thought of long ago, "He is a very good child!"

Professor Manstein touched his bald head, frowned and looked up at the lamp on the roof in deep thought. He and Guderian were Harvard roommates and friends for decades. He knew clearly that Guderian was far from being as incompetent in academics as he was in life... The fact is that Manstein plagiarized Guderian's academic reports until he graduated with a doctorate... Almost every time Guderian said something puzzling seriously, he had very deep thoughts. Manstein had developed a habit of not showing any fear at this time and had to think carefully before answering.

Professor Guderian placed the Ice Sea Fragment on the table and studied it carefully with a magnifying glass. Professor Manstein looked up in deep thought like a sculpture, and the ancient clock on the wall chimed.

With a click, time passed by minute by minute, as if it was a countdown before the creation of the world.

"Okay, I give up," Professor Manstein suddenly raised his hands. "Look, I give up. I don't understand... Are you playing a guessing game with me? I've given up. Now tell me the answer!"

Professor Guderian pulled his glasses down from his nose and stared at Professor Manstein blankly, "I really mean, I think Lu Mingfei is a good kid..."

"You mean that the kindness in his humanity will resist the summons of the White King's blood?" Professor Manstein seemed to understand.

"No," Professor Guderian spread his hands, "I just remember Nono told me that he cried in the ladies' room when he received the letter from his parents."

"Wait a minute!" said Professor Manstein. "Does this have anything to do with the blood of the White King?"

"No, I just think that as a child, he is quite kind... We can't deprive him of his opportunity..." Professor Guderian paused, "We all remember our childhood, right? At that time, the two of us were separated by iron bars, trying to reach out our hands to hold each other... At that time, did you ever think that something would suddenly change your life?"

Professor Manstein was really stunned this time. He lowered his head and silently looked at the phone in his hand. The scolding sound reached his ears through decades of time:

"Pull those two crazy kids apart! What are they doing?"

"Damn it! Let go! I warned you not to get yourself into trouble!"

"It's time for electrotherapy! Stop talking nonsense! Take him to the electrotherapy room!"

He seemed to feel the pain of electrotherapy again, as if a broken blade was cutting his body. After each huge shock, he would smell a faint smell of burning and would want to cry. He always looked at the only square window above his head, longing to fly like a bird, longing for something to fall from the sky and change his life.

Yes, he did not forget. Neither he nor Guderian would ever forget the sorrow that flowed in their blood.