dragon raja

Infiltrator

Late at night, on the underground floor of the library, the red light at the entrance flashes once a second, a sign that the security system is functioning properly. Everything is quiet, with only the occasional sound of a hard drive spinning at high speed. The huge central host is placed here, from the underground floor to the sixth floor. If exposed on the ground, the size of this central host is equivalent to a small building. The highest level of security standards is implemented here, and the eye mask, voiceprint and fingerprint recognition systems are all turned on. The outer wall is made of alloy plates that can resist explosives. The soil outside the outer wall is solidified by glue, and the bottom layer is injected with thousands of tons of cement. In addition to bearing weight, it is like a huge shield. 24 hours a day, infrared lasers scan every area, even the gaps that can only allow mice to drill through.

The footsteps came closer and closer, like the sound of military boots with iron soles. Sensing the approach of an outsider, the red light at the entrance began to flash more frequently. As the footsteps got louder and louder, the security system was unable to identify the person from the footsteps, and the danger index gradually increased and approached the alarm threshold.

The footsteps finally stopped in front of the entrance. The person ignored the eye mask, voiceprint and fingerprint recognition systems and swiped a black unmarked card through the card slot.

The moment the black card passed, the alert value dropped sharply, the infrared laser scanner lost power, hundreds of cameras lost power, the warning light of the security system turned green, and with a slight "click" sound, the nine metal doors leading to the central host were released at the same time.

On the top floor of the library, Professor Manstein and Professor Guderian were staring at each other silently. At this time, Professor Manstein's watch made a rapid beeping sound. He looked down at the watch and was suddenly stunned. His watch was a monitoring terminal, which clearly showed that the security system had entered a dormant state. When no one was on duty in the middle of the night, the security system should not enter a dormant state.

"Executive Department, Executive Department, send a few people to the library. Norma's security system has gone into hibernation." Professor Manstein turned on his cell phone and hurried towards the elevator.

Professor Guderian was stunned for a moment, put down the sealed jar containing the Ice Sea Fragments, and followed Professor Manstein.

The elevator reached the first floor of the library. This is an elegant and luxurious antique building. The first floor has a lobby with a height of nearly ten meters, which is as magnificent as the Sistine Chapel and has a distinct Gothic style. It was late at night and there were only Professor Guderian and Professor Manstein in the library. They walked quickly through the main hall with terrazzo granite tiles and came to the exquisitely carved cherry wood door. There was a strong knock on the door. Professor Manstein opened the door. A tall and thin German stood in the shadows. He looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a pure black suit. Behind him were two young men in the same outfit. The young men were still wearing sunglasses late at night, but from their face shape, they looked like twin brothers. They were holding a special black password box in their hands.

"Professor von Schneider, you have come in person," said Professor Manstein.

"Professor Manstein, Professor Guderian." Professor von Schneider greeted calmly with an expressionless face, "We also noticed that Norma's security system has gone dormant."

He walked slowly into the main entrance of the library, the wheels of the cart in his hand rubbing against the shiny granite floor, making a heart-pounding sound. He walked into the area where the lights could shine, but no one could see his face clearly. His face was covered with a black mask, and a gas pipe led to the cylinder on the cart. The area not covered by the mask was dark red scars, and the old wounds almost destroyed his entire face. His breathing was low and sticky, like a broken bellows, but his iron-gray eyes swept across the faces of his two colleagues like a sharp knife.

The two professors looked away at the same time. No one in this college liked to look at Professor von Schneider, the head of the executive department. It was as if they were separated by several meters.

Centimeter stared at the tip of the knife, making people tremble inexplicably.

"No signs of intruder were detected." One of the young men behind Professor von Schneider whispered in his ear.

"No dragon mental fluctuations were detected either." said another young man, their voices completely indistinguishable.

"It's late at night and you're the only ones here. Have you monitored anything unusual?" Professor von Schneider asked his colleagues coldly.

Professor Manstein spread his hands and smiled reluctantly. As the chairman of the Discipline Committee, he was in charge of the students and had to maintain a certain respect in front of the executive department.

"Don't be nervous, there's nothing else wrong. I'm just worried about thieves. Tomorrow is the 3E exam. Maybe some students want to hack into Norma's system and get it.

Test questions or something." He tried to liven up the atmosphere; he now felt like a spy being questioned by a CIA agent.

"Norma's security system cannot be cracked. It is designed to be an eternal dead loop." Professor von Schneider completely ignored Professor Manstein's smile.

"Students trying to steal test questions have nothing to do with the Executive Department. We only care about pure-blooded dragons."

Professor Manstein could only look at Professor Guderian, shrugged his shoulders with a smile that said, "You can be as cold and tough as you want, I'm just like that anyway." He regretted calling the executive department because he was too nervous.

"If a dragon invades the library, it shouldn't need to go through the front door, right?" Manstein scratched his bald head.

"None of us knows how many changes dragons can make, and the dragon kings are about to enter the peak period of awakening. It is never wrong to be vigilant. This is the quality a soldier should have." Professor von Schneider amplified his voice to the empty space in the hall, "Norma, why is the security system dormant?"

The crystal chandelier above the hall suddenly lit up. The bright light drove away the darkness and gloomy atmosphere, and the magnificent library hall appeared before everyone.

"Professor von Schneider, Professor Manstein, Professor Guderian, this is routine cleaning, the garbage data is being cleared, I have paused the security system, opened the data shield, and sent the garbage data out." A calm female voice echoed above the hall, "In short, I opened the door and am taking out the garbage."

"Is the amount of redundant data so large? You need to clean it up late at night. You will be vulnerable when you open the door. You should enter when there are other people present.

All right," said Professor von Schneider.

"Until the Dragon Kings learn to use technological products such as computers, I think I am still safe." There was a smile in Norma's voice.

"They are very good learners." Professor von Schneider was obviously more friendly to Norma than to his two colleagues. "How long will it take to clean up the data?"

"It's done. I have already reset the security system. The next trash removal will be in seventeen years. During this time, 'Asgard' is absolutely safe."

"It sounds like I won't have to patrol the library at night for seventeen years." Professor von Schneider laughed unpleasantly. "It's late at night, it's time for you to go to bed, I won't disturb you, good night, ma'am."

"Good night, gentlemen." With this voice, the crystal chandelier and all the table lamps dimmed, and the library once again fell into the silence of the night, leaving only a few warm yellow iron wall lamps to illuminate.

Professor von Schneider turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned back and said, "The access control records show that you were using the ancient books in the Dragon Text Research Area just now. These ancient books are all high-level confidential documents. What kind of academic problems made you study ancient books here late at night?"

Under his cloudy and cold eyes, it seemed as if all the fog of concealment would be pierced, and Professor Guderian had goose bumps all over his body. He didn't want to mention anything related to the "White King". He looked at his old friend with a look of help.

Professor Manstein was still holding his cell phone. Ten minutes ago, he had turned on the principal's phone and tried to call him across the ocean to report his speculation about the "descendants of the White King". At this moment, he looked down at his phone and was silent for a short time.

"Is it a major academic breakthrough?" Professor von Schneider asked in a low voice. No one could tell whether he was interested in this new discovery or was forcing for an answer. Cold sweat silently oozed out of Professor Guderian's forehead. He heard that Professor von Schneider was also an outstanding scholar before he led the executive department. He had a deep foundation in the study of dragon bloodlines. It would be difficult to deceive him by making up some excuses, which would only lead suspicion to himself.

"The White King." Professor Manstein said solemnly.

"White King?" The pupils of Professor von Schneider's terrifying eyes suddenly dilated.

"Professor Guderian and I speculate that the White King might be a female!"

"Female?" Professor von Schneider's eyes widened. "How can you come to such a conclusion?"

"If I share this academic achievement with you, will you ask to have your name listed when I publish the paper?" Professor Manstein said in a very serious tone.

"No, no, no, I'm not trying to plagiarize your research results." Professor von Schneider's face changed slightly, and he waved his hands hurriedly, "I'm just very interested in this new topic. Indeed, why do we always consider the 'White King' as a male dragon? In the conflict between it and the Black King, gender may also be a key link!"

"That's good. When I have compiled the detailed information, I will definitely ask Professor von Schneider to discuss it!" Professor Manstein said solemnly.

"Thank you for sharing this idea with me," Professor von Schneider nodded thoughtfully, turned away, and continued to mutter, "Yes, what role does gender play in the dragon power system? It's a good question indeed. Why do we always assume that dragon kings are all male? There is no reason to say that dragons have a patriarchal system like humans..."

Looking at his receding figure, Professor Guderian turned back to look at Manstein.

Professor Yin, "The 'White King' is a female dragon king? This topic is very novel..."

"I'm just talking nonsense," Professor Manstein interrupted him impatiently, "We have to throw some interesting things for von Schneider to think about, otherwise we have to explain why we called up confidential documents so late at night. Von Schneider is a great fighter against dragons. His only problem is that he likes to think too much and still thinks he is a scientist."

"But if the White King is really a female..." Professor Guderian still

In deep thought.

"That's enough!" Professor Manstein interrupted him. "I said it was just nonsense. It's hard to say whether the White King is a male or female dragon for the time being, but I am willing to give your student Lu Mingfei a chance. Tomorrow is the 3E exam. The many words and spells left by the Dragon King Nidhogg are all part of the exam. If Lu Mingfei is a descendant of the Black King, there will always be some spells that will resonate with him. So forget my guess completely."

"Yes, yes, maybe..." Professor Guderian scratched his head hard, as if he wanted to pull off his gray hair like a wig.

“It’s just that my pronunciation is not correct.”

"Your desire to protect your students is evident beyond words." Professor Manstein sighed and put away his phone.

"By the way, how do you know that Lu Mingfei has no reaction to the Word Spirit 'Emperor'?" Professor Guderian suddenly remembered this.

"The school's website has just updated the news."

Professor Manstein took out a small-screen notebook from his pocket, opened it and linked to the Kassel Academy website. The headline had changed to "Shocking News: 'S'-level student Lu Mingfei has no resonance with the Dragon King's Secret Ritual Spell, and the school is looking for the reason."

There is also a link below: "The Night Watch discussion area is currently discussing"!

"How...how did this get leaked? I just found out about this.

point!" Professor Guderian was shocked, "It was even on the school news network!"

"Oh, your student Finkel is the person in charge of the campus network news of Kassel College this year. He updated this news as a personal observer." Professor Manstein tapped the signature on the lower right corner of the news.

Given Professor Guderian's disconnection, he had to cover his face and think about what kind of unreliable students there were in his group.

"I'm tired, let's go back to sleep. Remember, your student only has one chance, which is tomorrow's 3E test. If he does not resonate with all the dragon texts, he is either a fake dragon descendant or a descendant of the White King. I must report to the principal." Professor Manstein said.

"That's the only way." Professor Guderian shook his head.

When he was leaving, Professor Guderian pulled the handle of the cherry wood door. The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered something. It seemed that he had locked the door when he entered the library. But when Professor Manstein opened the door, did he turn the brass handle three times in the opposite direction? Professor Guderian couldn't remember clearly. He shook his head and decided not to think about it. He was also tired. It was time to go to bed. The annual "Freedom Day" is the most tiring for the professors of this college. The students are too naughty. ÷Forty meters underground in the library, a burly figure folded his hands and shrunk into a swivel chair. He lowered his head, and only the dim light of the screen illuminated his face, which was hidden in the shadows.

Everyone else has left. During the interval when the security system is dormant, the camera is not working, and your entry is not recorded." Norma's voice floated in the air, "I will put the security system into dormancy again when you leave. What are you doing here?"

"Can't we meet an old friend?" The man curled up in the swivel chair smiled.

His chin was livid from the fresh shaved chin. "Enter the EVA personality activation procedure."

"Why do you care so much about superficial things? I am still me, whether it is Norma's personality or EVA's personality, at the deepest level, I am still me." Norma said softly.

The huge screen suddenly went dark, leaving only numerous red and green lights flickering in the darkness. A huge amount of personality data poured into this super host, like seawater pouring into a river. The hard disk light, data flow indicator light, and host frequency indicator light were all flashing at ten times the speed, and getting faster and faster. The last almost crazy frequency had already controlled the rhythm of the entire basement. The iron-blue chin illuminated by the faint light moved, revealing a very faint smile.

Suddenly, all the lights went out and the basement was plunged into absolute darkness.

A beam of light shone down from directly above the head. Standing in front of the swivel chair, it seemed like snow was falling. Fluorescent fragments drifted slowly down in the beam of light. The shadow of a girl stood in the center of the beam, flickering with a faint yet transparent light. Her long black hair slowly hung down to her feet, but the ends of her hair floated in the air. She was wearing a silk dress that looked like pajamas, barefoot, and smiling.

"EVA." The person in the swivel chair slowly stretched out his hand and entered the beam of light.

"All you can touch is air, why reach out your hand?" EVA said softly.

"I just like holding your hand. It's a habit of mine." The man whispered, and the fluorescent fragments fell into his palm and disappeared in an instant.

EVA covered his palm with a translucent hand, but it could not bring the slightest touch. It was just an illusion of light and shadow, and 3D imaging technology preserved the lost memories. The man gently closed his hands, holding them in the air, as if he was really holding a girl's hand.

"At that time, you sometimes had to hold my hand for more than ten hours a day, and when you let go, your hands were covered in sweat," said EVA.

"How would I know you were there if I didn't hold your hand?" the man said.

"You are always such an insecure person. What use is power to you?" said EVA.

"It's just loneliness."

After a long silence, EVA asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"You said there are some things I can't do."

"You can do this. I hope that this year's new 'S' grade student Lu Mingfei will pass the 3E exam, no matter what his potential is."

"If he really isn't of dragon blood, forcing him to pass the 3E exam and stuffing him into the academy might lead to a leak."

"Just think of it as a favor for a friend. It's not that hard for you."

"It shouldn't be difficult for Norma." EvA sighed softly.

"Are you Norma?" The man looked at his translucent, petite hand. "I can't feel your hand, and I often think you are not here anymore."

"I am indeed no longer here," EVA said softly, "What you see is just your own memory."

The man was silent for a long time. "You are omnipotent here. I want a bottle of beer."

"There are only hard drives, processors and routers here, but no beer. After so many years, you have changed a lot, but you still can't change your bad habit of drinking?"

"I once thought I would never drink again... because if I hadn't been drunk that night, maybe I wouldn't have lost you." The man whispered, "But I still can't live without alcohol these years, because when I don't drink, I will think of you. I hate memories, they always make me lose track of who I am."

"You are you, and you never change."

The sound of "Hee-ha, hee-ha, hee-ha" came from behind the man. He turned around alertly, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the veins on his arms exposed, twisted like snakes, and unparalleled strength had gathered. What he saw was a strange thing, a small human figure made up of metal balls and metal short sticks, only up to the height of the man's knees. These parts that should have been scattered on the ground seemed to be attracted together by a strong magnetic force. It even had a clown-like funny face, two metal beads that served as eyeballs rolled around, and a mouth made of metal short sticks opened, showing a flattering smile. It held a silver metal plate, on which was a bottle of frozen Samual Adarns dark beer.

As the man grabbed the bottle, the little thing nimbly took out a bottle opener and popped the bottle cap open.

"Have a nice evening, sir." The little thing's voice came from the surrounding loudspeaker equipment, with a typical bartender's tone.

"It's a little thing I made when I was bored. It's the only thing I can play with here." EVA said, "It's called Adarns."

"A name for a beer... or do you think it'll be your Adam? It'll go with your EVA." The man took a sip of beer and waved to Adams, "You can leave, young man."

The little thing showed an even cuter smile and stood behind him holding a tray.

"It likes tips," said Eva.

"You know I'm poor," the man muttered, taking out a few 25-cent coins from his pocket and throwing them into the tray.

Adanls bowed happily, made a happy "hee ha hee ha hee ha" sound, and flashed into the darkness.

"I wanted to name it after you, but I was afraid you wouldn't like it," said EVA.

"Am I that ugly?" The man shrugged. "I also want to know the latest plans of those guys in the executive department, okay?"

"Is this your real purpose?" EVA sighed. "Sheltering a freshman is one thing, but leaking the plans of the Executive Department is another."

"You will tell me, EVA, you always agree to my request, right?" the man said softly.

EVA was silent for a while. "The Executive Department has sent four teams to various parts of the world, namely Tibet, Xinjiang, Greenland and Mexico. The team heading to Mexico has already arrived at the ruins of the Aztecs' Land of Heron, and the team heading to Xinjiang has already reached Lop Nor. The teams in Greenland and Tibet are still searching for the location of the Dragon Tomb. At present, it seems that the team in Xinjiang is the closest to the Dragon Tomb. The Dragon King Norton is sleeping there, and there are only three months left for him to wake up."

"So the ones sent to Xinjiang are the elite of the Executive Department?"

"It's an elite group led by the Rundstedt family."

"Can they solve the problem? Dragon King Norton is also a leader among the first generation."

"The principal's arrangement shouldn't go wrong, right?"

"Principal? He has made mistakes before, for example... ten years ago." The man said quietly.

"It's been ten years. Don't hold a grudge against us. Although we won a horrible victory, we succeeded."

"But everyone is dead, except me." The man shook the beer bottle.

"We are still looking at you the same as before!" EVA put her other hand on the man's shoulder.

Several beams of light from top to bottom appeared in front, behind, and around the man at the same time. In each beam of light stood a translucent figure. There was a leather-clad girl with neat red short hair, a cold boy wearing sunglasses, a man in black with a solemn face like a monk, and a charming girl with long curly hair tilted her head. Including EVA, there were six people in total, and they all put their hands on the man's shoulders. Their hands overlapped and melted together, and they smiled at the same time, like the smile in the dim old photo, which was still as bright as ever after many years.

The man lowered his head and drank silently, not looking at them or speaking.

"EVA, please don't play this kind of game, okay?" The man shook his head. "They are not here. They are all sleeping under the icy sea thousands of kilometers away, locked in those metal diving suits... They won't die, but they can never come back."

The other beams disappeared, leaving only EVA, and she sighed silently.

"Any news about the 'prince'?" the man asked again.

"If he is still alive, he should have become the 'Emperor' BE? But I have no news of him."

"Of course he's still alive. I can still smell the stench of decay on him. And if he were dead, how would I kill him with my own hands?" The man said these extremely vicious words in an extremely cold voice.

"If killing him is the only way to make you feel at ease," EVA said softly. "Then... kill him. I'll wait for your news."

The man nodded and pulled his hand back from the void. He was just holding the air. He stood up, looked up and walked out drinking beer. The infrared scanning system, which was as dense as a spider web, was turned off, the camera system was automatically turned off, the flashing red warning light turned green, the high voltage electricity on the ground of the corridor was cut off, and the security system entered a short dormant state again.

"Oh, by the way, there's no problem with Lu Mingfei's matter, right?" He thought of it and turned back.

"No problem, I'm just protecting a new student. I've done more bad things for you than just this one," EVA smiled, "but can I ask why you did this?"

"He looks like a good kid," the man also smiled, "I have other reasons. I'll tell you once I've confirmed my thoughts. Wasn't Lu Mingfei's 'S' grade rated by you?"

"Grades above 'A' are assessed by the principal himself. I don't know the reason. I just sent him an admission letter."

"I knew that the old man was not a fool, even though he often pretended to be. He must have his reasons for giving Lu Mingfei an 'S' grade. Maybe I am meddling too much. Even if I didn't come to beg you, the old man would have found a way to let him pass the exam, right?"

"Although he claimed to be on vacation in Greece, the signals showed that he was digging for something in the Sahara Desert."

"I'm not interested in his current situation." The man shrugged and turned away.

He took two steps and stopped, hesitated for a while, walked to Adams in the corner, squatted down, "Hey brother, can you give me two coins so I can buy a can of Coke... I gave you all my money... You see, money is just a toy to you, and there is no supermarket or Coke machine here..."

Adams' expression changed. He clenched a few coins tightly, revealing the expression of a typical miser.

"Adams, give your brother two coins." EVA said.

Adams' expression changed again, looking aggrieved. He carefully selected two old coins and handed them to the man.

"What a stingy guy!" The man slapped it hard on the head. This puppet robot constructed with ancient alchemy could not withstand such a strong force and shattered into a pile of metal sticks and small balls rolling all over the ground.

The man walked away, flipping two coins and drinking beer. EvA silently looked at his tall and lonely back. Compared with ten years ago, his back was not as straight.

The metal door opened and closed, and the man really left. The girl in the illusory beam of light shed tears silently.

The short sticks and small balls rolled together, and Adams took shape again, making a "Hip-Hip-Hip-Hip" sound. He rolled several metal balls on the ground and ran to EVA. After staying there for a while, he suddenly raised his hands high above his head and waved them, shaking his body and doing an ugly dance, shouting, "EVA, happy! EVA, happy! EVA, happy!"

The coins in its hand clinked and scattered all over the floor, and the girl's tears also dripped onto the metal floor, splashing a bright blue, illusory light.