Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 66 The strange old man
A young man was wearing a white kimono, a fox mask on his face, and a crimson scabbard on his waist, walking calmly on the road.

There was a purple cat curled up on his shoulder. It was snoozing comfortably with its eyes slightly closed.

"Are you sure this is the direction?" Long Kui looked up at the gate of National University of Tokyo in front of him, with a questioning expression in his brown pupils.

"Sure, just go through this alley, get on the viaduct and keep walking forward." Mammon lay on his shoulder, yawned, and used the magic of his mind to transmit his words to Long Kui's mind.

"I was shocked. I thought there was a dragon hiding inside the world-famous University of Tokyo, teaching Buddhist scriptures."

After Long Kui heard Mamon's words, he raised his eyes and murmured quietly.

"Woo——"

A white GTR sports car sped past in front of him, instantly causing a splash of water on the ground that had received the rain.

Long Kui seemed to ignore it and walked straight through the water, heading towards the National University of Tokyo ahead.

The moment the water splash in the sky was about to hit the white kimono, it split into water droplets at a speed invisible to ordinary eyes, and passed around his body like a stroke.

Not a drop of water fell on Long Kui's body.

It was night at this time, and there were not many cars and pedestrians on the road, but there were still some well-dressed female students. When they saw Long Kui's outfit, their eyes lit up and they couldn't help but whisper.

"Is this cosplay?"

"Is it true that it won't be cold if you wear this at night..."

"The cat on his shoulder is so cute~"

There were even bold girls who came forward and wanted to take a photo with him, but Long Kui declined them because they were in a hurry.

"I said your outfit is very eye-catching, meow." Mammon half-closed her eyes and gloated.

"It's rare to come to Japan once, what if you don't experience the local customs and customs here?" Long Kui smiled and continued walking forward nonchalantly.

His visit to Japan this time was originally equivalent to a public trip.

What...you mean the mission to hunt down the "Magician"?

Wouldn't it be better to just leave the whole process to the Japanese branch?

Long Kui could guarantee that even if the other party searched the entire Japan, they would not be able to find any trace of this "person".

If he couldn't find anyone, he would have a reason to stay here and have fun. Anyway, it wasn't his own money he spent.

In the end, the school board couldn't help but think it was taking too long, and Long Kui had something to say.

It wasn't his fault that he couldn't find anyone. The supply of intelligence was not within the scope of Long Kui's mission.

He was on a capture mission.

With this mentality, Long Kui specially ordered a plain white kimono for himself. The sword on his waist was also taken from the museum of the Sheqi Hachi Family. I heard it was called Nagaso Yako Tetsu.

It is a famous national sword in Japanese history.

But to Long Kui, it was just a decoration.

After all, he's not used to using weapons. Wouldn't it be nice to just use the Iron Dragon Mage when there's no one around?
There is probably no harder metal in the world than when he activated the iron dragon-slaying magic.

In order to make himself look more deeply connected to Japan, Long Kui also specially chose a famous mask with white fox and red stripes. Putting this outfit on, it gives off a unique sense of sadness.

He was going to disembowel a dragon today.

I hope this outfit will make the other party feel a little respect when they slay the dragon.

Of course, it would be even better if you could convince the other person to give their heart to you.

However, Long Kui estimated that this situation was unlikely to occur.

When we came to the small street at the back door of National University of Tokyo, dim lights were hung on street lamps a few meters apart. A wooden box truck was parked on the street, and the Chinese word "ramen" was engraved on the dark blue curtain.

Long Kui walked towards the alley with a calm expression. The moment he passed the wooden box truck, a familiar smell entered his nose.

"So rich...dragon blood!" Long Kui's eyes suddenly froze, and then he immediately turned his head to locate the source of the smell.

I saw an old man with his white hair combed into parts, wearing the white linen work clothes unique to ramen chefs, with a black towel tied around his forehead, and he was busy in the wooden carriage with his back to him.

It seemed that Long Kui's gaze was too straightforward. The old man smashed the dough in his hand and said:
"Wait a minute, Kiritani-kun, it might take a while before you get a hot bowl of ramen."

The old man waited for a long time, but before he got a response, he stopped what he was doing and turned around to look.

I saw a young man wearing a white kimono and a mask with red fox stripes on his face standing in front of his ramen cart.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled:
"Does this guest want to eat something?"

Long Kui was silent for a while, thinking about whether to walk into this ramen cart driven by a suspected dragon.

"He is not our target, meow. Although this person has very pure dragon blood in his body, he should still be a hybrid." Mamon, who was lying on Long Kui's shoulder, seemed to see through the other person's mind and used his mind magic to dispel him. concerns.

After Long Kui heard this, his body, which was so tense that it was on the verge of breaking out, instantly relaxed.

Then he waved his hand politely and said softly:
"No, I'm in a hurry. I'll definitely come next time."

After saying that, Long Kui turned around and walked straight towards the darkness in front of the alley.

The ramen chef, who was originally smiling, saw the fox-faced young man leaving, and his tense muscles relaxed instantly, and he stared at the other person's back solemnly.

In just a moment, the seemingly young boy put unprecedented pressure on him.

That kind of pressure is like...being watched by a giant dragon!
"What kind of monster did those madmen create?!" The ramen chef finally lowered his head and cursed, then neatly put away the awning and the bench outside. His movements were not like an old man, and he pulled the cart toward him with a curse. Ran away in the opposite direction.

……

Before reaching the highway, Long Kui used the refraction function of water flow magic to completely fade his figure.

He didn't want to be caught on surveillance. After all, speeding on the highway requires a fine.

Long Kui kicked off his legs suddenly, turning into an afterimage that shuttled violently through various traffic flows!
One express train after another was thrown behind Long Kui. Mamen, who was lying on his shoulder, was holding on with his claws, and most of his body was completely floating in the air.

Half an hour later, the outskirts of Osaka.

Long Kui crossed a delicate bridge and stood in front of a luxurious club hidden in the mountains. He looked at the three big characters "Bliss Pavilion" on the signboard above and asked expressionlessly:
"From Tokyo to Osaka, isn't this the distance you mentioned, Mammon?"

(End of this chapter)