Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"It's warm there, and flowers bloom in every season of the year." Constantine said as he slammed the heavy metal airtight door shut behind him. The howling sound of the wind and snow immediately disappeared, and what followed was the sound of exhaust from the steam pipes buried inside the walls of the corridor, like someone whistling in his ear.

“Isn’t it as warm as here?” There was a gleam of light in Ridgelife’s starry eyes. She was like a bird that was imprisoned in the Arctic Ocean all its life but longed for freedom. She was always yearning for warm places.

After entering the top cabin from the deck through a closed corridor, the perceived temperature in this space reached nearly 20 degrees Celsius.

The nuclear reactor below the deck that powers the Imer is constantly heating the cooling water and releasing huge amounts of heat. The high-temperature steam then flows from bottom to top along the stainless steel pipes, transmitting the heat throughout the entire steel ship.

This is the heating system of the Imer.

All the stainless steel pipes converge in the top cabin, like an intricate maze. As soon as you leave the deck, the temperature difference can immediately reach dozens of degrees Celsius.

Like the Imer, the Yamal was built and designed to be able to cruise in the extreme north for a long time without having to worry about heating and power supply. Vincent, the leader of the Far North, asked his team to plant flowers that live in the frigid or sub-arctic regions in the cabin, so Regis was not a poor person who had only seen flowers in paper documents or electronic files.

"It's so vast that it would take you three full months to walk from the north to the south. If you take a plane, it's still snowy when you take off from Heilongjiang, and when you land in Sanya, you'll see everyone is still wearing short sleeves," Constantine said.

Together they walked down the stairs to the lower cabin. In terms of size, the Imer could not be compared with the Yamal built in the Soviet era. So even though the maids said that their boss was a Cancer who wanted to enjoy life even if the world was destroyed, the luxury of this ship still could not be compared with that of Regrev's old employer.

However, compared to returning to Vincent, Miss Reggie Reeves, whose life experience is still a mystery, obviously prefers to stay on the Imer and stay with Nono and Constantine.

"You said you were from Kassel College. What kind of organization is that?" Ridgelev asked, her cheek in her hand. She had obviously been drinking sake, her face slightly flushed.

"You used to be the Saint of the Far North. Although you were forced to do so, you should have known about the predecessor of your organization." Constantine said, "Before the First World War, the religious organization under the Camarilla, the Twilight Dogma, parted ways with the then-actual ruling faction of the Camarilla, the Lionheart Society, due to differences in ideology. Later, during the Third World War, it joined the camp of the German Third Reich and was reorganized into the Far North."

"My great-grandmother, you call her Maria of the Star, I heard her talk about this history." Rigidrev nodded, "At that time, another organization, the Vili Society, worked for the Führer together with the Far North."

"Casssel College is the name of the secret party after its reorganization, just like the Far North to the Twilight Dogma." Constantine took off his bear-skin hat and windproof glasses, revealing his delicate face. He had been to Valley College and often hung out in the library of Hilltop College. He also got recommendations for auditing some undergraduate courses and understood the development history of modern mixed-race society. To be honest, Lu Mingfei might not have as broad a knowledge base as him in this field.

They walked down the iron ladder into the lower cabin, where the space became more open. On the metal walls on both sides of the corridor were hung high-precision electronic display screens composed of special modules. The display screens broadcast in real time the swaying grass and trees in the Alps and the synchronously changing weather. At regular intervals, there were clearly marked route maps, which showed that they were slowly traveling through the floating ice area of ​​the Greenland Sea at a speed of 30 nautical miles per hour.

Here you can see soldiers patrolling with guns and live ammunition. These people are Lu Mingze's henchmen. They are retired special forces soldiers recruited from all over the world, experienced bounty hunters, and strong hybrids who are on the edge of society but have not yet touched the bottom line of the law. Given the evilness of the little devil, it is likely that these people's wives and children have been taken to a country with birds singing and flowers blooming all year round to enjoy life, and there is no need to worry about their loyalty.

Unlike other service-oriented ocean-going ships, the restaurant on this ship is located further down rather than on the deck, so they have to go down further.

Reggie Love was fiddling with a pink cell phone with a pixelated Tetris game on the screen.

The person who really has a say here now is Nuonuo, but Nuonuo did not confiscate the young lady’s mobile phone.

The Imer's communication channel was always silent, and the only external communication method on board was an unregistered maritime satellite phone. She had no way to get in touch with the outside world, let alone reveal their location to the academy or inform Vincent.

Neither Nono nor Constantine mentioned to Rigirev where their destination was. In fact, the Imael was following the Yamal's route and seemed to be wandering aimlessly in the Arctic Circle.

Nono had no way of finding the Far North relying on her own strength, but a guy named Uncle KFC sent an encrypted email to the ship as soon as they boarded the Yamal, which clearly marked the next sailing route of the Yamal.

In order to ensure the authenticity of the email, Nono even waited at the dock in Reykjavik for a whole day. It was not until he saw the black wall-like side of the Yamal cutting through the waves and appearing on the distant skyline that he finally chose to track the Far North according to the route in the email.

In fact, Nuonuo could guess who sent her the email.

He was able to bypass the academy's smart secretary and sign the email to himself, Uncle KFC. To be honest, this young man was just short of writing the words Finkel von Flins at the end of the email.

However, thanks to the intelligence provided by Uncle KFC, the Imer was like a beast chasing after a flock of sheep, quietly accumulating strength, gnashing its teeth and sucking blood, waiting with amazing patience for the enemy to reveal a flaw.

The restaurant was large enough to accommodate dozens or even hundreds of people dining at the same time, but at this moment, there was only a dining table covered with a white tablecloth placed beneath the elegant crystal chandelier. On the table, sterling silver cutlery was prepared according to the seating arrangement, as well as small mother-of-pearl spoons for eating caviar. The champagne stand was already filled with sparkling gin. Beautiful girls with slim figures lowered their eyelids and served in the shadow not far from the dining table. Everyone's skirt hung to their ankles, but their hands were on the slits of their skirts. It was obvious that weapons that could kill with one blow were tied to those agile and slender thighs.

They had to be vigilant at all times during their escape. No matter if it was Nono, Selma or Jiude Aki, they had all been the school's hounds hunting the enemies of the board of directors. Now that they had become the prey, they were still familiar with the hunting methods of other hounds.

The security and weapon systems on the Imer were even close to those of the Atlantic Apollo cruise ship that Henkel had used to evacuate the North American hybrids and Eri and others in Tokyo Bay. However, the academy claimed to be able to break through the world's most stringent defense systems silently, so it was difficult to guarantee whether someone from the executive department had already sneaked onto the ship.

No more than ten people were allowed to sit at the table on the ship, and Regislav cast more curious eyes on the maids who looked dangerous even in silence. "As the saint of the Far North, I think you should know that Vincent is not a good person. The nuclear-powered icebreaker is his forbidden fruit. He will not allow any unknown forces to follow him into the Arctic Circle." Even in a comfortable environment, Nono still habitually stuffed herself into the special combat uniform. She leaned against the doorway at the entrance to the restaurant with her arms around her, and the silver four-leaf clover earrings on her earlobes swayed slightly. She pressed her left hand on the back of her neck, twisting her neck joints to stretch and making a slight crisp sound, stretching her whole body, which seemed to have become stiff bones. She raised her slender right arm and stretched it, and the still graceful body curves under the combat uniform were visible at a glance.

"In order to prevent the situation from becoming irreversible, we have to be prepared to fight at all times." Nono said coldly.

As the station in the Far North, the Yamal not only makes a profit from selling high-priced tickets every year, but is also a real war fortress. When necessary, it can even transform into a battleship. The hull is strong enough to support the operation of naval guns, and can smash icebergs several meters thick.

Of course, the Imer also underwent a similar transformation.

Nono sat down at the dining table, but suddenly realized that the little girl named Reggie Love seemed to be staring at her abdomen.

The red-haired witch pulled her coat up inconspicuously to cover her belly, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, perhaps out of anger or shyness.

Regislove had a thoughtful expression on her face, with a faint smile in her bright eyes.

Soon, Selma and Aki Shude, who had washed up and blow-dried their hair, arrived at the restaurant, so all the people for today's meal were present.

As for the maids and mercenaries, they had other places to eat. The employer who hired them on this ship spent enough money to buy them out for the next 20 years to make them loyal dogs, and loyal dogs would not be angry because they could not eat at the same table with their masters.

A waiter in a black tuxedo pushed a silver dining cart and placed plates of ingredients in the center of the dining table. Today's main dishes were pan-fried sea bass and Arctic sweet shrimp. In addition, there were steamed and cut open king crabs, blue lobsters, garlic-fried veal, and grilled asparagus.

Because everyone present was a gourmet who was well versed in Chinese culture, the chef did not separate the food, but directly served larger plates and presented each dish in its entirety to them.

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The only thing is that the Arctic sweet shrimps on the table were all sashimi and sushi, but the waiter placed a separate steamed portion in front of Nono.

The chilled champagne was jumping in the goblet. Once again, Nono was unique in getting a glass of mulled wine from the waiter. They clinked the glasses together, and everyone else drank it all, but she took just a sip.

Even the crazy little witch began to pay attention to protecting her digestive system at this time. Although studies have shown that women's immune systems will be greatly improved during pregnancy, Nono grew up in China for a long time after all, and always felt that at this time, she had to avoid cold food and keep warm.

"We may spend a long time on this ship, but the good news is that we are not fighting alone. The Russian Northern Fleet will send destroyers to roam the nearby waters in the name of exercises, and we can get assistance and logistical supplies through many channels." Shude Aki pushed the frame of his glasses and glanced at Nono.

She watched Nono enter the academy and grow up, and she also knew that the red-haired witch had great power and the family behind her was no less powerful than the members of the school board. But she didn't expect that she could even mobilize the Northern Fleet.

In fact, the person who can do this is not Nono but Zero.

Jiude Mai was temporarily left in Hefei for treatment, while Su Enxi took a private plane directly to Oslo. When handing Imeier to Nono, the black and gold swan showed the token of the Romanov family.

Reggie Love didn't quite understand the destroyer's positioning and was scooping garlic-fried veal onto her plate.

"In fact, instead of following them, my suggestion is to use a cruise missile to blow up the Yamal and the Far North together." After finally finishing the veal on the plate, Reggie looked up. She pursed her lips and wiped the oil stains on her lips with her fingers. A serious expression appeared on her face. "Vincent told me that he was the extradited Charon, but Charon is the boatman on the Styx. Where will you end up if you follow him? The underworld?"

"I feel like we are very close to the truth. The fate of this world may be in our hands." Nono's voice was cold.

“But only the dead can go to the underworld… blowing up that ship is the best option, right?” Rigidrev shrugged, her marble-textured skin reflecting a pearl-like fluorescence.

She was so beautiful. The people present could only find one person in their own impressions who could compete with Miss Rijirev in terms of appearance. That person was Junior Sister Xia Mi, who was said to have been declared a pure-blooded dragon but died in the Tokyo incident.

"You are so eager for us to destroy the Yamal. Why?" Nono sensed something unusual from Rigidrev's reaction. She straightened her collar, sat down, and looked down coldly at the beautiful girl sitting opposite her who was full of youth and would be the focus of everyone wherever she went.

"In April 1945, my great-grandmother Maria of the Star and her follower Vincent used some means to leave Berlin, which was in danger of being attacked by the Soviets. They lived in Argentina for the next few decades." Ridgelife also sat up straight. She didn't mind making any secrets of the Far North public. The girl's cheeks looked a little unreal under the swaying light. "They sold cultural relics and artworks to maintain the expenses of the Far North and their luxurious life, but they shouldn't have enough money to buy a nuclear-powered icebreaker anyway."

Nono held his breath.

"Vincent is not the real boss. His job is to help the bigwigs behind him find the real underworld. Although I am called the Saint of the Far North, I am actually just a gift that can be given to those bigwigs at any time." Regislove laughed coldly, "They claim to find the kingdom of God, but I think the gate of the kingdom of God should be full of human corpses."

(End of this chapter)