Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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“Of course I’m familiar with them,” Xia Mi said immediately. She had just met the people there and even fought with them, so they were naturally familiar with her.

But she immediately questioned, "How could the orthodox people recognize that it was the King of Bronze and Fire? Even if they had dealt with the Dragon King before, it was impossible for them to find Constantine's whereabouts in just a few days."

Xia Mi herself is a prime example; she was able to perfectly disguise herself as a young girl from a family of four in Beijing without being discovered by Kassel College or any mixed-race organization.

In terms of connections, Xia Mi's connection with the hybrid race far surpasses that of the Bronze and Fire King, who has not appeared for two thousand years. During the Tianqi era of the Ming Dynasty, she maintained a fairly close relationship with the orthodox lineage.

However, none of this affected her ability to disguise herself very well.

Constantine may be a bit more inexperienced, but he wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

Wang Anzhi looked at Xia Mi and smiled, "Junior sister, do you think this is a trap?"

“It really does look alike,” Xia Mi said without hesitation, quite confidently.

In her view, such a sudden clue was like a trap, enticing others to surface, and Constantine was the bait.

Wang Anzhi didn't deny it either. He stared intently at the dragon girl before him, tempting her like a devil:

"So, junior sister, do you want to give up the investigation?"

“How could that be?” Xia Mi said irritably, then her voice quieted down and her tone became low. “There’s no time left.”

It is now 2009. According to the historical perspective of the dragons, the Black Emperor Nidhogg will return completely by December 31, 2012 at the latest, and rearrange the world according to his will.

What was the result?

It can only be destruction.

The two walked along the bluestone path, a gentle breeze blowing as summer approached, until they reached a teahouse at the end, where they were stopped by a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen. The head of the Bai family has been waiting here for a long time," the middle-aged man said, looking down at the stone slab on the ground. His face was expressionless, but his words carried an undeniable authority.

As expected, Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi were not publicly identified as students of Kassel College, but as envoys representing Nuwa.

The orthodox system consists of six major families and seven elders. The head of each family is considered an elder, and the remaining position is usually filled by a genius hybrid from another small family or a wild hybrid with outstanding abilities but no background.

In other words, of the seven elders, six are from aristocratic families, and one is from a poor family or a commoner, that's all.

The current head of the Bai family is named Bai Luyan, and his sister is named Bai Lingbo, who is the wife of the current head of the Chen family.

The Chen family is not among the six great families, but it serves as a window to the outside world and enjoys great prestige among mixed-race Chinese in Southeast Asia.

The Bai family is located in Chengdu, where their main base is also situated. It was they who provided the image of the King of Bronze and Fire.

Wang Anzhi recalled the information about the Bai family on paper, his expression unchanged. He looked at the steward in front of him, pondering the key points, and nodded.

"it is good."

The butler led the two slowly into the teahouse. Wang Anzhi noticed that the people on the first floor who seemed to be enjoying tea were all absent-minded, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings. The second floor was empty, as if it had been cleared out.

The butler said, "Please, our two distinguished guests, come upstairs. The head of the household is waiting on the second floor."

Wang Anzhi nodded and slowly went upstairs with Xia Mi. The stairs and even the floor were all made of wood, creaking and groaning as they were placed on them, giving them a unique charm.

The butler did not follow behind.

Xia Mi lowered her voice, "Senior brother, what do you think Patriarch Bai meant?"

"What else could it mean? We are here on behalf of Nuwa, which means we represent the Zhou family. I'm afraid Patriarch Bai doesn't want us to start a fight here."

Wang Anzhi also lowered his voice as he answered, sounding somewhat helpless.

He certainly had no intention of vying for power with the Bai family, nor did he want to represent the Zhou family in completely suppressing the Bai family.

Although Nuwa was the legitimate and nominal leader, her authority was still somewhat inferior to that of the Zhou emperor.

In ancient times, legitimate leaders could directly attack and punish each other until they unified the exercise of power, but in modern times, where is that possibility?

Small-scale skirmishes may occur, but large-scale wars have disappeared.

In this situation, without the maintenance of violence, the cohesion between organizations naturally declines sharply, turning them into independent kingdoms, and the authority of the so-called legitimate leader becomes meaningless.

It would be good for everyone to have a proper meeting to discuss the internal disputes.

The secret society hybrids outside want to invade covertly, and the Japanese devils of the Snake Clan want to interfere secretly, so we can unite against them.

We've known each other for hundreds or thousands of years, and we're related by marriage. What are these things?

However, if you want internal reforms and a unified cause to fight the enemy with a single order, then I'm sorry, but everyone has their own interests to pursue!

Xia Mi remained silent. She was actually quite interested in these things. After all, if she could more effectively control these mixed-race families and thus further control a country, especially the second-largest country in the world, then she naturally couldn't help but be tempted.

Unfortunately, politics is an art that takes time to unfold, and trying to walk alone is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Xia Mi woke up too late; there was no time left.

……

"Master Bai."

Bai Luyan looked down at the tea in her hand, which was gradually boiling. The charcoal fire was glowing red, fish eyes were faintly visible in the water, and the sound was like the wind in the pines. This was exactly the state of "first boil" described in the "Classic of Tea".

Only then did he look at the two people who had come, a man and a woman, who were the two "guests" he had been waiting for.

"Please sit down," Bai Luyan said softly, her tone very calm, not at all like the tone of a patriarch of a mixed-race family who was in charge of a region. On the contrary, she was very polite.

Wang Anzhi became suspicious. He didn't think that his current public identity warranted such politeness from the Bai family head.

Just as she was about to say something, Xia Mi had already sat down. She sweetly said, "Thank you, Patriarch Bai," and then stopped being so polite.

Wang Anzhi also took his seat. He carefully chose his tone and asked, "I wonder what brings you here, Patriarch Bai?"

He noticed that each of them had a teacup in front of them, which, judging from its color, was probably an antique from several hundred years ago. Wang Anzhi didn't know much about which dynasty it came from, so he didn't make any guesses.

"Not busy," Bai Luyan smiled, but the smile was stiff, like the fake smile of someone who hadn't been out for a long time.

"Drink tea first."

The tea was boiling, and as it was served to the guest, Bai Luyan pointed to the tea in the teapot and said calmly, "As Lu Zi said, 'Mountain water is the best, river water is second best, and well water is the worst.' This water comes from a tiny part of the rock veins, and it is clear, fresh, and sweet, making it most suitable for brewing tea."

Then, he personally picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi.

Wang Anzhi was still somewhat confused, not understanding why the Bai family head was so "humble".

That's right, it's about being humble.

Although he forced a smile, exuding arrogance and feigning affability, one could tell from his words and actions that the Bai family head was trying his best to win them over.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.

This is a long-term perspective.

However, Wang Anzhi's purpose in coming here was only to keep an eye on Constantine; he had no interest in getting involved in the various internal conflicts within the Bai family.

Thinking of the internal turmoil, Wang Anzhi recalled his current identity as an "envoy" representing Nuwa. Perhaps the Bai family head had misunderstood this identity and thought that he might gain some support from it.

Just as he was thinking about how to get through this, he also raised his teacup and took a small sip of tea.

It has a fresh and mellow flavor with an endless aftertaste.

If the Bai family head didn't become the family head, his tea-brewing skills alone would surely have made him famous throughout the region.

After finishing the tea and exchanging pleasantries with Patriarch Bai, Wang Anzhi said to him, "Patriarch Bai, you must know why I've come here today, right?"

“Of course,” Bai Luyan said without hesitation, “the traces of the King of Bronze and Fire, aren’t they?”

He pointed to the town outside the window, where the sound of opera singing could be faintly heard from afar. "As you probably know, this is where the King of Bronze and Fire last appeared."

He looked at the two of them and said, "This is also the first time their faces have been photographed."

He smiled and said, "Of course, I also know that you two once went to the bottom of the Three Gorges and saw a King of Bronze and Fire."

Bai Luyan tries hard to show his omniscience, but the more he tries, the more cruelly his ignorance is revealed.

Wang Anzhi didn't reveal the truth. He nodded and said, "That's right. I wonder what advice Patriarch Bai has? I think no one wants a dragon king running around by their side, right?"

Bai Luyan didn't answer the question. He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I can help you find the Dragon King, but you..."

Before Bai Luyan could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a commotion.

The door to the outer room of the teahouse was pushed open, and the pretentious guests on the first floor stood up, their pupils gleaming with a golden light.

But this was not out of a desire to fight, but out of fear.

One after another, people dressed in black trench coats walked in from outside the teahouse. They paid no attention to the head of the family on the second floor or the bodyguards on the first floor, and quickly drove them out and brought the situation under control.

All of this was clearly seen by Wang Anzhi, Xia Mi, and Bai Luyan, who were sitting on the second floor.

Xia Mi tugged at Wang Anzhi's sleeve and pointed to the door, indicating that they should probably leave.

Wang Anzhi shook his head, looked at the Bai family head, and asked in a gentle tone, "Bai family head, what do you want to say?"

Bai Luyan's face was pale, and he could no longer maintain his composure. He said softly, "I hope you can speak to Nuwa, and ask her to help me out of consideration for the thousands of years of mutual support between the Bai and Zhou families..."

Before the Bai family head could finish speaking, a heavy, rough footstep slowly entered the ears of the three, one after another, followed by a cold voice:

"Master, please don't be willful. There are traces of the Dragon King's presence here. Please go to a safe place and wait patiently."

Wang Anzhi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man whose appearance was like a tempered steel blade, sharp yet exuding a scorching heat.

He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Standing there, he resembled a solitary, iron-colored mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.

Especially the seemingly strong but actually weak head of the Bai family.

The moment the tall man appeared and spoke, Bai Luyan pursed her lips slightly, stopped speaking, and her shoulders trembled as if she could not suppress the anger in her heart.

But he managed to suppress his emotions and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qin is right."

The tall man nodded, his expression neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. He then looked at Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi, whose faces still bore the marks of youth. He glanced at them briefly, then lost interest and said indifferently:

"I know you have come from Nuwa, but the war between humans and the Dragon King probably doesn't need a few greenhorn students to go to the battlefield."

He paused, his contempt particularly evident, "If you don't have anything else to do, please leave!"

The tall man said to himself, "I heard you're going to study at that Kassel College? That's great, that's where students like you should be."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi's replies and turned to Bai Luyan, who was swallowing her anger, "Master, please return to Chengdu! It is not safe here."

Bai Luyan's body trembled even more violently, making Wang Anzhi almost think that he was going to stand up and return all the contempt. But unfortunately, he did not do so. He simply stood up silently, disregarding the tall man, and went down the stairs on his own.

At this moment, the boiling water in the teapot in front of him was still placed on the stove, constantly leaping and reflecting the departing figure of the Bai family head onto the tea.

Looking at the blurry figure of the Bai family head in the teapot, Wang Anzhi thought that this was indeed a good pot of tea. He looked at the tall man who was also preparing to leave and asked, "May I ask how Mr. Qin is addressed?"

"Qin Wuyi".

The tall man turned and left without lingering for a moment.