Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

72 degrees north latitude, Arctic Ocean, Greenland Sea, Svalbard Islands.

To the north is the Pole. Svalbard means "cold shore" in Norwegian. It is one of the inhabited places closest to the North Pole on the planet. Its sovereignty belongs to Norway. However, in 1925, Duan Qirui, then Prime Minister of China's Beiyang Government, sent a special envoy to Paris, France to sign the Svalbard Treaty on behalf of the Chinese government.

The agreement is effective for a long time, granting all Chinese citizens the right to freely enter and exit the island and engage in any non-military activities on the island without a visa. Chinese citizens can enter the island without a visa with valid travel documents, reside here for a long time, engage in legitimate study, work and production and business activities, without having to apply for permission documents from any country or regional government.

It was the polar night of winter. The Arctic cruise ships full of tourists in the midsummer had long disappeared. Even the largest ports were in a semi-closed state recently. The scientific research stations dotted around the northern coast of the Spar Islands from all over the world had heard some news and fully armed soldiers began to enter one after another.

The pitch-black polar night is like a huge iron pot upside down above Longyearbyen, the capital of the archipelago. The lights in the gingerbread-like houses on both sides of the deserted and silent streets are all on. The dim light shines through the hazy ice crystals on the window glass and falls mottled on the snow on the roadside and treetops. A huge Christmas tree still stands on the corner of the street, and the LED lights are still flashing, but there are no gifts in the socks.

Flowers are not seen blooming in high latitudes at this time of year, but this year, the Arctic poppies are in full bloom in the Svalbard Islands, and the beautiful scenery of the flower fields blooming in the snow attracts young people from all over Northern Europe. However, meteorologists are puzzled by the abnormal pollination phenomenon. Some people think that this is a sign that the earth is entering the next geological cycle, with magnetic pole reversal, plate movement, and geothermal heat pouring into the earth's crust, causing the underground of the extremely cold place to be as warm as spring.

In the silence of the night, only the sound of heavy metal rock music is still seeping out from the crack of the door of the Public Bar. This is the loneliness in Norway and Iceland. You can only feel that you are still alive in this world when you drink a lot of vodka.

Less than a kilometer away from the only bar in Longyearbyen, the harbor lighthouse was spinning a bright xenon lamp, and the sharp beam of light cut through the darkness on the frozen sea like a sword.

Occasionally, the gas lamp of the lighthouse swept across the edge of the coast. In the distance, floating ice drifted on the dark sea, and the hurricane rolled up the terrifying sea fog. Few people dared to go out to sea in such weather. Ancient fishermen believed that there would always be sirens sitting on the floating ice in the sea fog, and they would lure the boatmen with their singing.

The pale light cast a circular spot in the sea fog. Suddenly, a mottled bright light was refracted by condensed water vapor in the depths of the fog, but there was silence in the communication channel.

It was a large ship sailing in the Arctic Ocean in the polar night, with bright lights. The black side of the ship, like an iron wall, pushed away the floating ice, and the German word "Imaer" painted in white paint on the side was faintly visible. This is an unregistered German icebreaker. It was launched in 1995. It is said that the main body of the ship is the legacy left by the Second German Empire. A well-funded shipbuilding company acquired it and completed the remaining construction work. Its hull number comes from the world's first diesel-electric icebreaker "Imaer" built by Sweden in 1933.

It is said that the shipyard is not well-known internationally, and its owner is not German but Chinese. Before designing and completing this icebreaker, that madman rejected 17 design proposals from the world's best shipbuilding experts in a row, until someone proposed to dismantle the diesel-electric power unit and use two heavy water reactors to provide this thing with inexhaustible power.

In other words, it is powered by nuclear power like the Yamal, and is an isolated island that can float in this extremely cold ocean for dozens or even hundreds of years without ever sinking.

At this time, the ship was moving silently across the Greenland Sea and heading towards the depths of the Arctic Ocean like a ghost. Its starting point was Oslo, but no one knew where the Imael would eventually go.

The waves wrapped in floating ice hit the side of the ship with a thunderous sound; the surging sea fog carried tiny salt particles, which were like countless blades that could instantly cut ordinary people exposed to this air into pieces in the whistling sea breeze.

In such bad weather, there was still someone standing on the deck of the Imer. He looked like just a child, wearing thick cold-proof clothing and a bear-skin hat on his head. The light spots from the distant lighthouse were reflected in his pupils under his windproof glasses.

He stood on the bow of the ship that protruded like a mountain, with white steam all around him. If you get closer to him, you will find that the severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero does not seem to have any effect on the child. There is not even a layer of ice on the deck of the Imer near him. The brine mixed with salt particles flows like a flood on the streets in the rainy season, and it is quickly frozen into a group of snake-like solid ice when it flows a short distance.

Constantine stood there without saying a word until the Imer finally moved away from the Svalbard Islands and even the shadow of the land had completely disappeared behind them.

At this moment, a slight cracking sound came from behind him, like the sound of ice cracking when footsteps stepped on ice that had not yet frozen solid.

The door leading to the cabin was opened from the inside, and white steam squeezed out, forming a warm area on the deck in a short time.

She was a girl in her early twenties, wearing only a thin silk nightgown in such a hot weather. Her shoulders and slender legs were as clean and hard as jade, with a hint of pink in the white. She saw Constantine at the front of the deck turn his head and waved to greet him, holding a glass of sake that was obviously heated.

When the girl approached Constantine, he smelled a faint scent of cypress.

It was a completely different smell from the other sisters, cold and hard. When you smelled it it was like seeing a real person, a girl with some heroic spirit.

"You are the most special person I have ever met in all these years. You are different from everyone else." The girl leaned against the railing of the deck. The warm air current around Constantine made her shiver with comfort. Only when she stood in the range that could be barely illuminated by the signal light could she see that she actually had long silver-white hair that was quite charming.

"Regineve, you are also special. You are not a pure human." Constantine said in a muffled voice. The girl was 173 cm tall after putting on rabbit slippers. It was difficult for him to talk to someone of this height, after all, he had to tilt his neck. "The chefs hired by senior brother should be preparing supper for today, right? Why did you come here?" In name, this ship belonged to Lu Mingfei, but it actually came from a black gold swan that dominated Wall Street.

When the Imer docked in the port of Oslo with its whistle blaring, a team of chefs, a team of maids, and a group of mercenaries that were said to be absolutely trustworthy were already on standby in the cabin of this steel behemoth.

Su Enxi undoubtedly obeyed the little devil, and the departure of the Imer from the German port to Norway can be traced back to July last year. In other words, long before Lu Mingfei even arrived in Tokyo, Lu Mingze had already thought that he or someone trustworthy around him would appear in Oslo one day in the future and would definitely use a large ship that could sail on the Arctic Ocean in winter.

Lu Mingze said that he was not an omniscient god, but his ability to predict the future was still chilling.

"I feel uneasy. The closer I get to the north, the stronger this feeling of uneasiness becomes. But when I'm with you, all the negative emotions are temporarily dispelled." The girl's long hair was blown up by the wind, and her silver-gray pupils were shining with star-like light. "To be honest, when you found me in the city, I actually wanted to escape. Vincent also brought people around the world to catch me like this before."

"But why didn't you run away?" Constantine asked. As expected of one of the twin sons of the King of Bronze and Fire, even if he had lost his power, he could still influence the fluctuations of the elements with just his aura. There were biting cold winds whistling back and forth in all directions, but around him it was calm and warm like spring.

In the northern polar night, you can see the aurora deep in the hazy fog swaying at the end of the world like the skirt of a goddess. The inky cirrostratus clouds are being swept to the south by the strong wind. The snow on the sea surface is rolled up like a white sandstorm. Every porthole of the Imer is spewing out blazing flames, as if the whole ship is on fire. Constantine raised his face slightly, took off his windproof glasses, revealing a delicate face like a girl, and the pale nictitating membrane flashed in his dark eyes. After the nictitating membrane turned over, the pupil stretched and brightened, and golden light penetrated from the vertical pupil.

A huge shadow overcame the Imael, but the sea blizzard raging in the Greenland Sea was forced to split into two sides when facing the icebreaker, just like encountering a mountain torrent. The strong winds with speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour, wrapped in extremely cold air and sharp ice crystals, brushed past the Imael. Ridgelife heard the shrill scream of metal friction, and her teeth suddenly felt sour.

Constantine put on his windproof glasses again and smiled shyly at Ridgelife: "Sister, you don't look scared."

"When I was escaping from the Yamal, I encountered an intruder. With his help, I was able to leave the ship successfully." Rigidrev's tone was nonchalant, and she didn't care about what happened just now, as if someone had just done something insignificant to her. "That Chen Motong, you call her Nono, right? He told me that her name is among the people I can trust. And I feel comfortable staying with her, just like staying with you."

Nono found Regirev in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland. When she was first discovered, the girl was in the police station disguised as a tourist from Louisiana. Regirev claimed that she had lost her passport and wallet, and hoped that the local government could provide a temporary shelter and a meal to fill her stomach.

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Perhaps because of Reggie Love's outstanding appearance and the fact that the information verified by the US Embassy did include her entry and exit records at the Icelandic customs under the pseudonym she provided, the local government actually provided her with accommodation and food as she requested, and prepared to contact her family to send her back to the United States.

The person who sneaked into the Yamal to provide assistance to Regislev was Professor Mance. He had been investigating Odin, Twilight Dogma and Thule. Finally, locking on to Regislev must be of great significance to the Thule organization.

Professor Mance was one of the few survivors of the Odin encounter at Kuimen in the Three Gorges. But compared to the relatively lucky Selma and Aki, Mance's body suffered a serious injury that was difficult to heal. Almost half of his limbs were replaced with prosthetic limbs, and one of his eyes was also removed and replaced with an electronic prosthetic eye.

This physical condition was not suitable for infiltration missions, but it was said that a contemporary greatest alchemist who did not want to be named had used ancient, almost lost technology to create a set of alchemical biological prostheses for Professor Mance. The raw materials of this set of prostheses were the bones and scales of the second-generation species hunted by Lu Mingfei in the Three Gorges, combined with the ancient alchemical techniques from Bronze City. It could almost completely fit the user and greatly increase Professor Mance's bloodline and spirit. However, the cost of forging such a set of prostheses was too high, so there was no way to mass-produce them.

"So just because of such simple trust, you followed us on this ship to the Arctic?" Constantine said, pushing open the door to return to the cabin, as if the time he had just spent on the deck to get some fresh air was just to wait for this sudden snowstorm.

Rigidref followed Constantine closely, holding her chin in her hand. In her hand was a bottle of heated sake, but it seemed that the child had no intention of having a drink with her in the temperature of dozens of degrees below zero.

"Even if I say I don't want to come, can you let me go?" The girl looked aggrieved. If any other man was standing here, he would probably be confused by her weakness, but Constantine was not that interested in women.

To be exact, he probably hasn't even reached puberty yet.

However, Constantine did answer seriously, "If you really don't want to be with us, senior sister will probably find a way to send you to China," he said.

In his opinion, Lu Mingfei was probably the most reliable guy in the world. With Constantine's still simple mind, it was difficult to figure out what role Regislev played in the Far North and Odin's conspiracy, but he knew that this girl was very important to Nono. When he found her, Nono seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and was also hard to conceal his surprise, as if he had bought a lottery ticket and won five million.

"What? Why China?" Reggie Reeves didn't react for a moment.

She had read the world geography in the library of the Yamal and knew that it was a country at a low latitude. From the map, it seemed that the land area was very large. (End of this chapter)