Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 299: Reasonable, but not Martial Ethics
It was a clear day.

A low-profile cargo ship sails along the high seas, with a bustling country looming on the distant coast.

This large cargo ship, which can transport countless resources, only carried three passengers today, all of whom were white-haired elderly people.

They were dressed in black suits, top hats, gold chain pocket watches in their waistcoats, holding pipes, and sitting around a small table in the open air, chatting in low voices:
"The last time we met was probably decades ago, St. George."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for many years. I thought you were dead. I was still wondering why I didn't receive an invitation to your funeral. Now I see your old face again. It's a pity."

"You're kidding. You will definitely die before me. When the time comes, I will definitely attend your funeral and tell your incompetent descendants how you lost to me in the dragon slaying competition."

"You are still so mean, Cadmus." The old man laughed softly, "But what's the point of showing off in front of me? You will still be in a miserable state. Those people are just waiting for us to die so that they can take their place."

The Cadmus family, the St. George family, the Sigurd family and the Beowulf family are the four most famous old families in the world of mixed-bloods. Their surnames have been passed down from the mythological era to the present day.

Before the Industrial Revolution, the mixed-race people had always had the final say in the world.

But the Industrial Revolution changed the world's pattern. Steam ships crisscrossed the seven seas, and some emerging mixed-race families rose rapidly and gained control of the secret party.

Later, Kassel College was established, and representatives of the new families formed the board of directors, but they respected the representatives of the old families as elders.

The new family holds real power while the old family only has a name, so the old family refuses to participate in the management of school affairs. Most teachers and students are unaware of the existence of the Elders Council.

Principal Gilbert Jean Angers has not visited these old families for decades. He just sent a card and a box of black tea at Christmas, which was as perfunctory as if he had set a timer for Norma.

At this time, the three elders gathered here, the only one missing was Beowulf. It was said that he was in charge of the situation in the academy because the principal was missing.

It is said that the situation in Japan is very critical this time, so serious that even the veterans have heard about it. Several school directors have died at once, and their positions are somewhat unstable, which has led to them being ready to make some moves.

Just when they were considering how to make a comeback, they received a letter from Angers inviting them to Japan.

This really looked like a trap, and Beowulf, who was participating in the academy's plan to attack Japan, sternly refused it on the spot, but the other three companions said they would like to take a look.

They knew how dangerous Japan was now. So many monsters under the ice had never returned, and if a few old guys like them came here, there would be nothing left.

But also because they are old and no longer of any use, they want to see what is going on.

When they were young, they were all highly regarded heroes, but when they got old, they were sidelined. How could they be willing to accept that those mixed-blood families who could be considered younger generations were far superior to them?
They were all experienced people, how could they not smell the hidden meaning behind this invitation? Rather than saying that it was Angers who invited them, it would be better to say that the Japanese Snake Eight Clan invited them.

What were they invited to do? Everyone had a vague guess in their mind, and immediately made a schedule, rushing from all over the world to appear on this high seas on time.

In their view, the Eight Snake Families are just another new powerful noble. They are powerful and ambitious, and they have a strong hatred for the school directors who hold power firmly. Inviting them now must mean that they must fight together and redistribute the power and authority among the mixed-races.

The temptation is too great for them, so great that even though they know there may be traps and even life-threatening situations, they are still willing to take the risk and take a trip, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

They ignored Beowulf's repeated warnings and rushed forward resolutely, just for that little bit of plausible hope.

"Is it almost time?" St. George suddenly asked.

The other two old men looked at their watches and nodded.

They felt inexplicably nervous, but they thought they had forgotten this emotion long ago. Unexpectedly, it was just because they had been comfortable for too long.

They all knew that the person who invited them to Japan could not be Angers. Angers was just an excuse. Maybe the principal himself had been controlled.

They didn't believe that it was not the work of the Eight Snake Qi Families, so the person who finally appeared here and met them was most likely a member of the Eight Snake Qi Families.

Maybe it's the Genji who is suspected to be the White King?

The current danger level in Japan is no less than a den of dragons and tigers. Naturally, they have to make full preparations before coming. They read the collected information on the Eight Snake Families over and over again overnight, and finally came to the conclusion that Minamoto no Chitose is the real boss.

They also don't care whether Genjiro is the White King or not.

Although they were also passionate dragon-slaying teenagers when they were young, they are old now and do not have the hatred that Angers has to support them. Even the hottest blood they have has turned cold, and their hatred for dragons is ultimately no match for the greed in their bones.

They even thought it would be better if Minamoto no Chitose was the White King. After all, if they could establish contact with Japan, it would be like holding on to a big support, and naturally the stronger the support, the better. As for whether this big support was a human or a dragon...to be honest, they didn't really care.

And their guess turned out to be correct. The person who came to see them was not Angers, but he was not Genjiro either.

On the dark big ship, a skinny old man stood at the bow, and behind him was Yuan Zhisheng who was holding an umbrella to block out the sunlight.

Uesugi Yue smiled at the three elders and said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Uesugi Yue, the patriarch of the Snake Eight Clan. I apologize for not welcoming you all from afar."

The three elders looked at each other. Of course, their information also included Uesugi Yue, but during the investigation, he seemed to be just a puppet.

Sigurd frowned and said coldly, "Since you know you are being rude, then call the real boss out. This will make us doubt your sincerity in cooperation."

Although their family has declined and even been labeled as outdated, the dignity of the old aristocracy is still inviolable. They don't think a puppet can talk to them. In their opinion, the only female supporting character in Minamoto no Chi is willing to cooperate with them in the whole of Japan.

Uesugi Yue was not angry even though he was offended. He even stopped Yuan Zhisheng who was about to attack him. He said with a smile: "You guys are really angry. Why don't you come with us to Japan to drink tea and cool down?"

He paused for a moment, then added slowly, "Also, what kind of cooperation? How come I don't know about it?"

He turned to look at Yuan Zhisheng: "Zhisheng, do you know?"

The man shook his head coldly: "I happened to be there when the principal made the invitation. It seemed that he was just inviting them to have tea."

Uesugi Yue suddenly realized something: "Oh, so that's it. It seems that the three friends have misunderstood. However, the tea is still ready. Why don't we go back now?"

"What do you mean?" St. George also lowered his voice: "Are you kidding us? Or are you threatening us?" They rushed here as soon as they received the invitation. In their expectations, they should have started thinking about how to conquer the world and then distribute the world's power, but the reality seems to be a bit far from that.

Uesugi Yue was smiling from beginning to end, and looked like an old man with a good temper, even a bit kind.

He said politely: "Of course I don't mean that. You are Angers' friends, and you are our friends. If you want to leave, we will definitely not stop you."

Before they could react, Uesugi Yue waved his hand, and the sail changed direction directly, intending to leave.

The three old men, who were once famous among the mixed-bloods, looked at each other again, somewhat confused about the situation.

Could it be that they were overthinking it? Impossible, if they were invited here for no reason, what else could it be?
But they were also people who wanted to save face, and their faces were grim, but no one spoke to try to keep them.

But soon they no longer cared about anything else, because they saw countless shadows rising and falling under the black sea. One deformed head after another rose up, and one pair of golden eyes after another opened, filled with bloodthirsty desire.

As Uesugi Koshi's ship sailed farther and farther away, these deformed monsters seemed to have received some permission and began to climb onto their ship. Their sharp nails rubbed against the hull, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"Wait!" St. George shouted, his voice breaking from his excitement. "Don't go!"

Uesugi Yue looked back at them, still with that friendly smile on his face: "Why, have you suddenly changed your minds?"

"It's just a pity..." He sighed, "I thought you didn't want to be guests, so I asked someone to remove the tea, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Join the Snake Eight Clan." Uesugi Yue smiled: "If we are all family, we can drink as much as we want."

The three of them suddenly realized that they thought the other party wanted to cooperate with them, but it turned out... they wanted to recruit them!
The funniest thing is that they just delivered it to my door like that!

At the same time, Kassel College, Valhalla.

"Still no news about those three old guys?"

Beowulf spoke in a cold voice. He still looked as indifferent and solemn as usual, but if you look closely, you will find that the fine dragon scales on the back of his hand exploded, showing the owner's current irritable mood.

As one of the four major families among the mixed-bloods, Beowulf also received an invitation from Ange. He didn't believe that the missing Ange could still send an invitation, and just thought that it was the Japanese guys who were causing trouble.

In fact, it was not just him, his old friends also realized it. The only difference was that they chose to turn a blind eye and ignored his warnings.

It is no exaggeration to say that Kassel College is facing internal and external troubles. The whereabouts of the president is unknown, the vice-president's attitude is questionable, the board of directors is in disarray, and even the elders are not united. Only a bunch of old professors are left here staring at the faxes sent by the Eight Snake Families.

The content was written in a very high-sounding manner, roughly saying that he admired the secret party and wanted to join it, and by the way, he also wanted to become a school director.

Is it so easy to become a school director? Even Beowulf, who was once so glorious that he was feared by everyone, is now just a veteran. If he comes out to preside over the overall situation, isn't he taking the opportunity to monopolize power?

What's more rare is that the Gattuso family, which has always been domineering and powerful, disappeared this time. They never appeared again after providing the divine punishment. No matter how they contacted each other later, the other party's attitude was very vague, and the person who could make the decision did not show up at all.

The other board families were basically still in civil strife because their original leaders were all killed in the last board meeting. The only one who was not killed, Elizabeth, was too young and had no say at this time.

Beowulf would certainly not give up such a great opportunity. Not to mention that it was just a suspected invitation from Ange. Even if the real Ange came back now, he would first accuse him of collaborating with the enemy.

It was impossible for him to go to Japan, but he never thought that if he didn't go to Japan, the Sheqi Eight Families would be able to find Cassel directly.

On that faxed application, it was clearly noted that representatives of the Eight Snake Families would arrive at Kassel College at 11:00 noon today to participate in the voting and election for school directors.

Simply put, when someone applies to be a school director, other school directors give their opinions in turn, either agreeing or disagreeing. As long as more people agree, a new seat can be added.

But now the families of the school directors are in chaos, and the only one who really has a voting effect and will come out to vote is Elizabeth. In this special situation, the opinions of the elders are particularly important.

Of course Beowulf would not agree, but he was now a little worried that the three old immortals might have been instigated by the Eight Snake Clans.

Many tenured professors were whispering in Valhalla, but they could not come to any conclusion. It was okay to let them do research, but this was a bit beyond the scope. The vice-president didn't even show up.

Besides, there was no time for them to discuss it slowly. The old clock ticked and slowly pointed to eleven o'clock.

Almost at eleven o'clock, the door of Valhalla was pushed open from the outside, and Yuan Zhinv walked in under the sunlight. She even changed into a dark green school uniform, like a student who had strayed in.

No one knew how she came to the college. The only train that could go into the mountains had not started running. No one knew why she dared to come here alone, as if she was breaking into the enemy camp alone.

"Good afternoon, professors." Yuan Zhinv greeted politely, and the door slowly closed behind her. "I heard that Kassel College is now leaderless and isolated, so I came here specifically to support you."

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Who is responsible for Kassel College's current situation? Doesn't this person have any idea?
But the girl seemed to be really unaware and said with a smile: "Have you seen the application I submitted? What do you think of me being a school director?"

She added sincerely, "Everyone can speak freely. I will listen carefully to all your opinions. I am very reasonable."

Beowulf sneered disdainfully, but before he could make a sound, he saw a flash of red light in front of his eyes. He touched his neck in disbelief, but only felt the huge wound that was slowly opening.

There was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then bright red blood came out slowly, splattering everywhere. The whole hall was silent, and the smell of blood stimulated everyone's nerves.

Yuan Zhinu seemed not to have noticed the head that had rolled to the corner with its eyes wide open. She asked in confusion, "Why is no one talking?"

"Is it because everyone is naturally taciturn? Or... do you all have no objection?"

(End of this chapter)