Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 98 The Night Watchman ([-])

A round of red sun hung on the sky at an angle of thirty-five degrees, and the twilight shone, and the bell tower was coated with a layer of warm color light.

On the bell tower of the chapel, the bell rang in the twilight, and the old man in black pushed open the door.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable living here? I always listen to the bell, and it feels like a funeral all the time."

Ange sat down on the single sofa in the corner with ease, and put the gift he brought on the table beside him.

"You want sparkling wine from the Champagne region. Get me some."

This attic is directly below the clock tower, with glass windows on the sunny side, and a whole wall of shelves filled with DVDs of western films.

A messy bed, a huge projection screen, a drunkard with countless empty wine bottles, and various fashion magazines with swimsuit beauties or low-cut girls on the cover, all concentrated in this attic.

The mess is worse than a student dorm after a boozy party.

With Angers' aesthetics and the elegant custom-made suit on his body, he shouldn't sit in this dilapidated place at all.

But after he entered the door, he naturally occupied the most comfortable position in the room, which meant that he was familiar with this place, just like his own principal's office.

This is one of the few places in the world where he can feel safe.

Everyone has a few bad friends, and the slovenly old man who lives here is the only one left in Angers.

"Familiarize yourself with the funeral bells so that on the day I die I'll feel at home when I hear them," the night watchman whimpered. "On a rainy day like this, please don't dress like a Undertakers come to me to hear the bells?”

Anger threw a recording pen to him: "I recorded some interesting things, and I will borrow your stereo for use."

After the rustling noise, two conversational voices sounded, one of them was Angers, and the night watchman narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Chu Zihang?" He asked in a low voice.

"Shhh, listen to the story." Ange pointed to his lips, got up and poured himself a glass of single malt whiskey, and huddled on the sofa to drink in one sip.

The room was quiet except for the sound of the stereo.

This is not a short story, and the voice of the storyteller is steady and powerful, with a low voice.

During the period, Angers' voice appeared and asked a few questions.

When the recording ends here.

Angers got up and turned off the recorder.

"This is a conversation I had with Chu Zihang a few days ago. I told him my story, and in return, he also told me a story."

"It sounds like a bad story." The night watchman stroked his hair, leaned on the back of the swivel chair, and let out a long breath.

Anger said noncommittally: "I have been looking up information these days. The last intersection Chu Zihang saw was No. 000, but the elevated road starts from 001."

The night watchman nodded and said, "It means that intersection doesn't exist. What about the Maybach, have you found it?"

"I found it. In the wasteland outside the city, the car body was severely damaged, as if it had been randomly cut with a laser cutter and spot welded with a welding torch. The location where the car was found was 15 kilometers away from the nearest viaduct."

Angers handed a copy of the printed material to the night watchman,
"It drove by itself, and there was no trace of a trailer at the scene, and obvious ruts were left on the wasteland."

"Where did you get the information?"

"The school management committee got the file of 'unknown type of crime' in China. When it passed through Schneider's hands, I asked him to quietly leave a copy."

"The school board?" The night watchman raised his eyebrows, "I thought you had completely emptied them all these years, don't forget that we are a college now, not the secret party back then, the school board should be just a row of portraits on the wall, Why are they in charge of school affairs? Do you think they are the elders of the secret party?"

"Stupid?" Ange smiled wryly, "It's a bit difficult. They had to compromise with me because of the ice sea incident before, but now it seems that their guilt for that incident only lasted for eight years. Besides, it's not about campus now. political time."

"Are you worthy of me talking to you about politics? You don't understand politics at all, and politicians don't feel guilty. They just think that eight years is enough to appease you." The night watchman shook his head, then looked through the files, "It was someone else who took the car Where did you drive it? Is the place where the car was found the first scene?"

"The only fingerprints left on the steering wheel are Chu Zihang and his father. It must be the two of them who drove the car there."

"It means that the first scene is the wasteland, where Chu Zihang encountered... Odin, the leader of the Nordic Asa protoss? And he mistakenly thought he was on the elevated road."

The night watchman swallowed the remaining ice cubes in the wine glass into his mouth, chewing slowly,

"Illusion? Collective hallucination? Some kind of speech spirit that can cause hallucinations?"

"Perhaps Youyan can influence the young Chu Zihang, but his father..."

Angers paused.

Before he could speak, the night watchman raised his eyebrows and said, "I know, I know, his father is from the Beowulf family."

Anger said in amazement: "Damn, how did you know?"

"My son told me that Chu Zihang has been adopted as godson by Beowulf!" The night watchman was full of pride.

But of course his pride did not come from Chu Zihang, but from the fact that his dear son came to tell him the important news.

The father-son relationship that had been stalemate for many years was eased like an iceberg that had begun to thaw, which made the old man extremely satisfied.

Angers glanced at the doghouse-like attic, and teased, "When Manstein came in, did he look okay?"

The night watchman scratched his messy hair and said awkwardly, "It seems a bit ugly."

Angers had guessed it a long time ago, he pondered for a while, and returned to the topic.

"Chu Zihang's father was chosen by Beowulf, and his speech spirit is also time zero, and his bloodline is not necessarily inferior to mine. If he didn't realize that he was in a hallucination... then the one who released this speech spirit can only be Dragon King."

"Odin is one of the dragon kings?"

"I don't know. If it is deduced from Norse mythology, he is the god of justice, and the black dragon Nidhogg belongs to the evil camp."

Angers smiled wryly and rubbed the center of his brows.

The school has always attached great importance to Norse mythology, and believes that Norse mythology is the version closest to the history of the dragon race after all.

In Norse mythology, Odin is the lord of the Asa protoss. He ordered his subordinates to build the Hall of Valor and select the most valiant warriors to fight against the coming Ragnarok. In mythology, Odin and Nidhogg are sworn enemies.

The school never thought of the possibility that Odin is also the Dragon King, and some professors are still loyal fans of Odin.

It is precisely for this reason that buildings such as the "Hall of Valor" and "Odin Hall" have been specially set up in the school.

Once it is confirmed that Odin is actually one of the dragon kings...

It's really hard to say that Ange supported Chu Zihang to blow up the Odin Hall that day, did he have any considerations in this regard.

If conditions permit, Angers would like to blow up these two places himself.

This is simply the biggest dark history of the academy in the past century, but the academy with the goal of slaying dragons regards the Dragon King hidden in the myth as an "idol".

of course.

If Odin's keel cross can be stored in the Odin Hall, then the academy is not unable to accept the existence of the Odin Hall.

Those professors who regard Odin as an idol will also be happy to visit the "idol" hanging on the wall.

"God of justice?" The night watchman sneered, "History is written by the victors. We didn't think so before because we never thought that Odin could also be the dragon king, but if Odin is also one of the dragon kings, Then the justice and evil here are intriguing."

Angers sighed: "Yes. If Odin is also the Dragon King, then Odin will no longer be the king of the gods who rebelled against fate, and the Nordic mythology will also become a history of dragon rebellion, just like "The Ice Sea Remnant". It is the same as the white king recorded in the book."

He suddenly frowned and asked, "Is it possible that Odin is the White King?"

"I don't know, everything is possible." The night watchman toasted and whispered, "However, if Odin is really the dragon king who resisted the Black King, does the existence of Norse mythology mean that Odin won? History is determined by victory." Can’t it be written by the author that the Black King has a noble character, deliberately portraying himself as a poisonous dragon that can only gnaw tree roots in the myth, so as to set off the stalwart of the enemy?"

Angers was speechless.

The old guy is right. From this point of view, there are indeed many problems in Nordic mythology.

"I want to ask you a question, what is the history of the dragon clan that we know before?" The night watchman patted his belly, which could not be covered by a plaid shirt, full of elasticity.

"Is this an exam?" Angers pondered. "It was the era when the black king and the white king ruled together. The white king rebelled, and the black king nailed him to a copper pillar in the sea of ​​ice. After the death of the Black King, the world was seized from the hands of the dragons. Humans should have completely buried the dragons, but because of greed, the hybrids were born."

The night watchman suppressed his laughter and said, "Every time I hear you speak such nonsense truth in such a firm tone, I can't help but want to laugh."

Angers looked helpless.

In fact... He also felt that such a truth was nonsense, but it was indeed all that humans had mastered.

As old friends said before, anything is possible because they know so little about dragons.

Before last year, they were not even sure that the four monarchs had twins on the throne.

They regarded the dragon race as their enemy, but they didn't even know the number of enemies.

The history of the dragon clan was buried too thoroughly, as if there was a black hand that erased most of the traces of the dragon clan when the era of the dragon clan retreated.

Most of the remaining parts have been worn out over a long period of time.

The "truth" left until now has been so rough and streamlined that it is impossible to see it.

However, the mixed race's control over alchemy and speech has not developed with the development of the times, showing a retrogressive trend.

Human beings have stolen the power of the Dragon Clan, but have never stepped into the core domain.

On the contrary, mankind has made great progress in the field of science and technology in the past hundred years.

Or rather...

The mixed-races began to rely on another kind of power, which was created by human beings. It could kill gods and Buddhas, and even the four great monarchs would have to hate them.

The reason why the Beowulf family is regarded as the "remnants" of the old era is because they are still stuck in the tragic and glorious era before the Industrial Revolution.

Angers rubbed his glass: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that if Odin is also the Dragon King, then we may have to overturn most of history, um, no... there is no need to overturn, and there is nothing for us to overturn, we just need to add."

"Replenish?"

"Yes. Tell me, who killed the Black King? Human? At that time, humans had nuclear weapons? Or did the ancestors of humans use the words and alchemy bestowed by the Dragon Clan to kill the Black King who held the supreme authority?"

The night watchman said disdainfully, "You know very well that this is not an understatement of 'a special accident', but a huge change that has completely changed the times. Looking at it now, this will be a rebellion that surpasses the White King."

"Beyond... White King's betrayal?"

"We don't know the political structure of the Dragon Clan. We only know that the Dragon Clan has a black king, a white king, and four monarchs. So what's beyond that? Is the Dragon Clan really a monarchy? Will it be a constitutional monarchy?"

The night watchman shrugged his eyebrows and grimaced at Angers.

But Angers suddenly fell silent, lowered his head, staring at the amber wine in the glass.

"The Council of Presbyterians!" He suddenly raised his head and said word by word.

"What?" The night watchman was stunned.

"You know my story, so you shouldn't forget the Road to the Gods and the Presbyterian Church that came from the mouth of the dragon." Anger said coldly, "I didn't give up searching for these two keywords a few years ago. But unfortunately, they seem to have been erased, and these two words cannot be found in all the classics."

"I kind of gave up, but the conversation I had with Chu Zihang two days ago made me refocus on these two nouns."

"Wait!" The night watchman raised his hand to call for a stop, and said with a headache, "The road to conferring the gods you are talking about, isn't it your blood burst?"

"I'm not sure if it's a blood explosion...but the possibility of a blood explosion is extremely high."

"You continue." The night watchman raised his glass to signal.

"The conversation with Chu Zihang reminded me of a possibility."

"The initial burst of blood does not strengthen the bloodline, it just releases the 'will to kill', which is a unique spiritual power of dragons, thereby activating the bloodline of the dragon. However, if the burst of blood is used repeatedly, the excessive activation of the bloodline will eventually lead to the bloodline purification."

"This is an irreversible downward track, like a roller coaster going down vertically. Speaking of which, I took a roller coaster ride with my outstanding students not long ago, and it felt pretty good!"

The night watchman looked at the old friend who suddenly beamed with joy.

I couldn't help feeling a little bit of guilt in my heart.

Is this guy infected by himself?Why do you look a little off-line?
"So the essence of Explosive Blood is actually the purification of bloodlines. The so-called road to conferring gods is the road to evolve from humans to pure-blooded dragons."

"And in the mouth of that dragon, this road appeared very early. What he said at the time was 'the road to conferring the gods was blocked after the death of the black king'. I heard this with my own ears, and it is definitely not wrong. , so... the first doubt was born."

"Is the birth of hybrids really just because of human greed?"

"After discovering these doubts, I began to think about two questions."

The night watchman scratched his head: "What's the problem? You mustn't fall into a philosophical problem like the S-class forty years ago and commit suicide with a gun."

Angers ignored the interruption from his old friend, and said with a cold look:

"The Road to the Conferred Gods is a road from humans to pure-blooded dragons, so the earliest pioneers of this road were humans or dragons?"

"Besides... is the Council of Elders really a pure dragon organization? The Secret Party once had a Council of Elders, oh, I'm not saying that the two are the same, it's obviously unlikely. What I want to emphasize is that in Before carrying out that mission, Menek once said to me in private that there are too many secrets in the Secret Party!"

"Crack-"

The wine glass was crushed.

The shards of glass were crushed by the groggy old man, but his hands were not injured at all.

The night watchman's cheek muscles twitched, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He looked at his old friend with bright eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

(End of this chapter)