Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 479, Side Story 3: An Invitation

Smith stood on the top floor of the highest hotel on the island.

Below was a low-lying grassy area, bent low by the sea breeze, its slopes undulating like waves.

He leaned against the wooden fence. The island town at sunset had a unique charm, and he loved the atmosphere, whether it was the streets shrouded in the sunset or the bustling crowds.

Some stories happened, but they didn't affect this island town at all.

The people on this island can always forget all unpleasant things. They are like the weather here, always passionate and always hopeful and eager for life.

He really liked that quality.

Perhaps it's because he never had it.

Many years have passed, but he still can't forget what happened back then, and the person he was back then.

Most of the Presbyterian members, like him, tried to forget the past, but on this track, they never outran the past, so forgetting is out of the question.

Smith stood by the wooden railing, enjoying the sea breeze, until night fell. Then, taking advantage of the darkness, he flew into the night sky, heading towards the castle on the other side.

The fountain behind the iron gate flowed continuously, and the flowerbed on the left was unusually lush in the height of summer. Smith had never seen such a huge begonia before; it was undoubtedly a new variant.

However, this is nothing. In the earliest times, dragons were like creators, and their blood could nurture and give birth to all kinds of creatures. Moreover, this was His Majesty's personal intervention, so no matter how miraculous it was, it was all within reason.

Standing under the lush bushes, Smith's eyes suddenly lit up. He reached into the bushes and found a pinkish-white envelope containing an invitation.

He held the invitation in his hand, stunned for a long time, before finally opening it with mixed feelings.

The invitation contained a blooming crabapple blossom, and the name of the invitee was written as "Smith".

Smith slowly raised his head and exhaled a long breath in the night.

He suddenly burst out laughing, then bent over and laughed heartily, the laughter growing louder and louder.

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……

The rising sun streamed through the city streets, and the gradually rising morning light spilled into the café. The man by the window had been sitting there silently for the past two days.

Hassai, carrying his coffee and bread, sat down opposite the man and said helplessly, "Lord Mars, if you really have nowhere to go, don't just stay here with me."

Mars remained silent, not uttering a sound, quietly watching the flow of people and cars outside the window.

Hasai took a bite of bread and mumbled, "Oh, right, there's a package for you at the door. Go get it yourself."

Mars remained unmoved.

"Sent by His Majesty."

Mars got up and walked towards the door.

Hasai grimaced and muttered to himself, "He's not deaf, is he...?"

Mars went to the mailbox at the entrance of the café, opened the old green patent leather mailbox, and found a pink and white envelope with a pink and white cherry blossom inside.

Even the latest-blooming cherry blossoms should have withered by now.

Mars gently stroked the petals and opened the envelope.

He stood by the mailbox in front of the coffee shop, the morning sun shining obliquely from the horizon at the end of the street. The somewhat dazzling sunlight made him squint, and he could hardly see the words on it.

Mars suddenly felt a little dazed.

The warm sunlight made him feel as if he had returned to that morning long ago, to that era when dragons danced.

Many years have passed, but he still hasn't been able to shake off the regret and remorse he felt that day.

The letter contained only two simple sentences.

You've done a great job.

Perhaps you should attend our wedding.

Mars slowly closed the letter, raised his head, and looked towards the rising sun.

The sun, though not yet scorching in the early morning, was still dazzlingly bright, and was slowly rising higher.

Have I done a good job?

Indeed, if Frisis's usurpation was Your Majesty's plan, then wouldn't my mistake have been within Your Majesty's expectations?

His Majesty is still as bad at comforting people as ever.

"Oh, by the way..." Hase poked his head out of the cafe, speaking mysteriously, "You probably haven't heard about it yet, have you?"

Mars, whose thoughts had been interrupted, was in a bad mood. He turned around and looked at his junior with a blank expression.

"Do you know why His Majesty suddenly wants to get married?" Hasai asked with a strange expression.

Mars remained silent.

Is this hard to understand?

The cycle of doomsday has been erased, the world has returned to peace, and all tragedies and regrets have been smoothed over by His Majesty's supreme power, which reversed the cause and effect. Shouldn't we have a joyous wedding at this time?

"Rumor has it that His Majesty's sudden rush to get married is because his future queen... is pregnant!"

Got it?

What...

Mars' body stiffened inch by inch, his pupils suddenly dilated, lit up with a dazzling gold, and the aura that suddenly surged up swept across the entire street!

"Mars, you son of a bitch! How am I supposed to run a coffee shop on this street now?! His Majesty already declared that we old ministers should behave ourselves and not disturb the human world..."

An angry voice came from the swirling dust.

Amidst the swirling dust, a ferocious yet sacred figure soared straight into the sky.

Mars was so shocked that he didn't know what he was doing or how he should face His Majesty. Otherwise, why would he have sat there for two days? But his instincts told him that he couldn't think too much at this time. The meaning of "Crown Prince" was greater than the heavens!

Fortunately, his remaining rationality released a kind of spiritual power similar to the power of the underworld, achieving visual invisibility and concealing his figure.

this day.

The once peaceful city of Chicago was suddenly filled with piercing air raid sirens. The air defense weapons deployed around the city lowered their camouflage cloths, and swarms of missiles began to form a dense network.

Fortunately, they did not find the enemy. Although the radar had already detected the enemy's shape, the enemy seemed to be truly invisible.

……

"What's going on in Chicago? Is war about to break out?"

After working through the night, Professor Manstein, who had just returned to his detached dormitory to rest, rushed to the control room in his pajamas, wiping away sweat and looking terrified.

"The crisis has been resolved. The Chicago security system failed to locate the intruders. The intruders have been confirmed to be dragons who possess a power similar to the Netherworld's Illumination. Their whereabouts are currently unknown, but they are suspected of infiltrating Chicago," Norma said meticulously.

Manstein didn't breathe a sigh of relief despite the crisis being over. He frowned and said, "Why is it another dragon? And why is this one so flamboyant? Is he afraid he won't be discovered?"

His tone was laced with anger and complaint, which had been building up for days.

Since the day before yesterday, the surveillance system set up by Kassel College in Chicago has gradually detected that several dragons of extremely high lineage have entered the Chicago area.

Some people even sneaked into the school and loitered in the student dormitory area.

If Kassel hadn't known that these guys were no longer a threat, he would have been on full alert long ago.

Manstein said weakly, "Let's not talk about Lu Mingfei and Erii, but hasn't Fingel returned yet?"

"Fingal hasn't sent any news back yet," Norma said in a monotone voice.

Manstein rubbed his temples, feeling that Norma had become unusually dull since EVA's personality was separated...

I wonder how EVA is doing now.

Manstein sighed, hoping they would all be well and return hand in hand.

"Has Guderian not come to work yet?" Manstein suddenly asked.

"Professor Guderian is still in the lab," Norma said.

Manstein's brow furrowed instantly. "Why is he still in the lab?" he asked.

"Professor Guderian seems to have forgotten he's on duty today," Norma said.

Manstein took a deep breath and told himself to calm down and not get angry because of that idiot...

"Where's Schneider?" he asked, suppressing his anger.

"Professor Schneider went to meet the students who were trapped underwater eight years ago."

Manstein paused for a moment, then sighed and sat down, still wearing his nightcap.

"Professor Manstein, are you on duty today as well?" Norma asked.

"Of course not!" Manstein said with an unfriendly expression. "You notify the disciplinary committee and have them bring Guderian from the lab to the control room!"

"OK."

The control room suddenly fell silent. Manstein knew that Norma had sent people to "kidnap" Guderian.

After a moment of silence, Manstein felt himself drifting off to sleep. He lifted his eyelids and asked, "Norma, is that true?"

"Which matter are you referring to?"

"It's about... Lu Mingfei and Erii," Manstein stammered.

"If you're referring to the recent rumors, then they're 90% true, because Lu Lincheng and his wife recently searched hundreds of terms related to naming on the school's intranet."

"...Time flies." Manstein murmured. "We old folks are really getting old, it's time to step down and make way for the younger generation."

"Professor Manstein, the legal retirement age for men in the United States is 65. You still have a long time to burn your candle at work," Norma said.

Manstein silently touched his thinning hair.

Norma wasn't usually this direct...

He asked, sounding somewhat weary, "How are the wedding preparations going? Where are they planning to hold it?"

"The venue for the first wedding has been set on the Kassel campus in seven days, and preparations are currently underway in full swing."

"So rushed?" Manstein exclaimed in surprise.

Mr. Lu Lincheng said that seven days later would be an auspicious day.

"...Besides Caesar and Chu Zihang, were there any other participants?" Manstein rubbed his temples.

"It's unclear whether Fingel will be able to make it."

"This is going to be a grand wedding," Manstein thought dreamily, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Norma, what do you think should happen to the school in the future?" he suddenly asked.

"Your question is very similar to the topic that Professor Guderian recently raised."

"Really? Forget it, let the young people deal with this headache."

……

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Rockefeller Center, New York.

This limestone building, over 70 years old, is a quintessential example of metropolitan style, combining extravagance, elegance, and grandeur. It houses top-tier hotels, exclusive private clubs, and specialized institutions catering to the wealthy, such as Christie's, the world's largest art auction house, and Sotheby's.

At this moment, on the rooftop terrace of Rockefeller Center, in a vast space of approximately 7000 square meters, more than a hundred wedding dresses designed by world-class designers stand there, dazzling and overwhelming, causing one to lose their senses, such as a lady shouting "I want this one!", "I want this one too!", "And this one!", "This one, this one..."

Chu Zihang strolled through the wispy, cloud-like fabric, while the wedding planner, introduced by Caesar, smiled broadly and whispered, "Mr. Chu, Ms. Xia has already chosen 19 wedding dresses."

Chu Zihang's phone suddenly rang. He took it out, turned slightly, glanced at the text message, and casually said, "Don't worry about her, we'll settle the bill. Caesar asked me to ask you if you have prepared the wedding plans he needs?"

The planner, who had just been all smiles, suddenly looked worried: "Mr. Chu, as you know, time is extremely tight. Although we have the best planners and teams, it's still difficult to come up with sixty top-notch weddings within a month..."

Chu Zihang explained, "I understand. Caesar means that you don't need to design sixty top-tier weddings at the same time; you just need to have them ready before he arrives at the location of the next wedding."

Planner: "..."

After a long pause, the planner asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Caesar serious about his plan to circumnavigate the world by sailboat?"

Chu Zihang said tactfully, "This is most likely true. Originally, as the head of the family, he didn't have the time, but he argued his case and asked the family for three years. The price was that he and his wife would leave the family with a little Caesar after three years."

The planner suddenly felt dizzy, which meant he would be traveling with them on a sailboat through the pirate-infested waters of Somalia.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!" Xia Mi's excited voice came from ahead.

Chu Zihang apologized and walked towards Xia Mi's direction.

"What do you think of this one?"

A gorgeous white gown was held up in front of Xia Mi, and Chu Zihang suddenly asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly like white so much? The wedding dresses you picked out earlier all seemed to be white?"

Xia Mi blinked: "Didn't I tell you? Our wedding is entirely paid for by Senior Brother Lu."

Chu Zihang looked completely bewildered.

He thought to himself, where would his junior brother get that kind of money? Although everyone was no longer worried about money these days, forcing his junior brother to immediately produce that amount of money would be like selling him off...

It's probably possible, after all, dragons are very wealthy, and there are probably quite a few dragons willing to spend that money.

Xia Mi wrinkled her nose and snorted, "He said it himself last year, that he would pay for a grand wedding for us out of his own pocket." (Chapter 148)

Chu Zihang naturally had no idea what Xia Mi was talking about, nor did he know that last autumn, when he flew north to the city where the girl lived, she attended her neighbor's brother's wedding and witnessed the breathtaking beauty of the girl on stage; and before heading to the underground Nibelungen, she stopped at a wedding photography shop, where the white wedding dresses in the window were as beautiful as a dream...

Xia Mi didn't explain. She stood in front of the mirror, her white wedding dress reflected in the mirror, making the girl in the mirror bright and radiant.

A distant breeze swept across the terrace, circling around Xia Mi's hair and slender waist. She slowly turned her head to look, her eyes reflecting countless lines—

That's the outline of the wind.

The wind of memory blows across the vast wilderness, and the intricate and devastated scenes are slowly filled by the soft sunlight. The distant timeline gradually sinks into the depths of the sea in her memory, and a powerful force flows in her heart.

She suddenly turned around and shouted:

"Chu Zihang, let's get married!"

Chu Zihang stood there stunned. Hadn't they already decided to hold their wedding together next week?

He looked up and saw the girl's sparkling eyes.

Yes, this is the girl he likes.

Never showing weakness, even when survival and fate are so cruel, they stubbornly pursue what they want, and now, they have found each other.

In the sunlight, Chu Zihang stepped forward and lowered his head as if to kiss her lips.

"Okay, thank you for choosing me."

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……

"Sure, here's your letter!"

A tall Asian girl carrying books hurried over and took the letter her roommate had brought her. She wanted it immediately and didn't have time to open the letter, which she didn't know who had sent it.

This is the Brera Academy of Fine Arts in Milan, Italy's most prestigious art institution.

I've been here for half a semester already, and I still haven't gotten used to life here.

To be honest, when she received the invitation from this university, she felt like she was dreaming and could hardly believe that she could get into this college.

She didn't even submit a single application to any Italian university.

But she still received an invitation.

Italy is a very gentle city; I met many kind and good people here.

After arriving at the Brera Academy of Fine Arts, she privately inquired with the academic affairs office. The teacher said that someone had recommended her to the school. It was a respectable art master. Although she didn't know why she was recommended, the school would not overlook the opinion of a master.

I did visit that master. She was a kind old woman. I was initially puzzled when I saw her, but after learning why she came, she smiled meaningfully, stroked her hair, and said that she was a lucky girl and that Italy could become her second home at any time.

Yes, ever since she met that Onmyoji and picked up the copper coin he dropped, she truly became a "lucky girl".

It was as if the world had opened its doors to her, and behind those doors, there was no more scorching heat or freezing cold.

My roommate outside the dorm room urged me to hurry up or I'd be late, and complained that Professor Karl was too strict...

Zhen quickly agreed and was about to place the envelope on the table when she subconsciously glanced at the sender.

When she saw the signature, her eyes widened in surprise.

The joy of that "reunion" instantly filled her chest.

She felt like she was about to jump up.

The inscription reads, "You still owe me a copper coin."

It's... that Onmyoji!

Zhen's eyes lit up as she quickly tore open the letter, completely ignoring her roommate waiting outside to urge her on.

The letter contained an airplane ticket and a letter.

The letter contained only one sentence—

Perhaps you would like to attend our wedding on the private jet we've booked for you.

Coo coo coo, coo coo coo, coo coo coo~

(End of this chapter)