Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 481 Extra Chapter 4: A Grand Escape from the Bride Under the Sun (Part 2)

Located in northwestern Europe, Luxembourg, bordering France, Germany, and Belgium, is known as the Gibraltar of the North.

As a typical example of a small country with a wealthy population, the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg has consistently ranked among the top three in the world in terms of GDP per capita. Forests cover one-third of its land area, and the dense thickets are divided by roads. The Victorian buildings standing among the trees make the country seem like it has stepped out of a fairy tale.

In summer, red squirrels with bushy tails are always darting among the trees.

"...And then? Ratatoskr, the red squirrel who was used to spreading rumors, spent the days that followed constantly moving between the treetops and the roots, shuttling between Nidhogg and Vidfulnir, stirring up trouble between them, spreading all sorts of rumors, and finally one day successfully exacerbating their conflict..."

In the courtyard, a woman sat quietly and elegantly under the shade of a tree. She closed her book and softly told the neighbor's children, who were sitting at her feet, Norse mythology stories.

She grabbed a handful of dried fruit, and a red squirrel scurried down from the tree trunk, stumbling and falling into the woman's arms.

"That's the little guy." She chuckled, stroking the red squirrel's fluffy tail.

The blonde little girl lay on her lap, staring curiously at the fearless red squirrel, and asked in a childish voice, "Aunt Ofina, is Ratatosk a bad boy?"

“Yes, judging from what he did, he’s a complete bastard,” Ophina said softly. “But if we add one more condition, then they are all complete bastards.”

"Them?" the little girl blinked in confusion.

Ophina patted the girl's head, smiled, but didn't answer her question.

The world has undergone earth-shattering changes not long ago, but in the blink of an eye, nothing has changed. The sky is still blue, the sun still rises every day, and this small European country remains ordinary and uneventful, retaining its past charm.

She sat in the courtyard, the shadows of the walls dappled. The roses in the courtyard bloomed regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter. Occasionally, people would pass by on bicycles, their wheels crushing the fallen leaves on the ground with a crackling sound.

For thousands of years, she has remained hidden deep within the sea of ​​people, just as she does now, leisurely watching the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard, occasionally reminiscing about the past.

Sometimes Ophina would think that perhaps His Majesty was right, that no one in this world was indispensable, especially to a race.

So for millions of years after His death, the dragon race remained the same dragon race, and they were still the rulers of the world, only the figure on the throne had changed.

She almost thought that His Majesty and Frisis's choice was the right one.

It was just a little short.

If it weren't for that recent catastrophe, she might have continued to believe that way.

"Ofina..."

A familiar voice rang in her ears.

Ophina closed her eyes.

She hadn't heard that voice for so long, so long that it made her wonder if she had traveled through time and returned to that most carefree era.

That year, Smith was still busy forging hanging wind chimes; Horus was frantically compiling the latest legal code; Edjou was researching the secrets of raising children while worrying about the future of the land and mountains; Hephitus was still teaching Mars's nephew how to forge iron; and a certain scoundrel was lingering over the newly discovered Nibelungen ruins...

On the highest throne, the man's figure seemed to carry the heavens on his back.

She opened her eyes.

The sunlight filtering through the lush foliage fell precisely into her eyes.

In this lush and slightly muggy season, the wind flows like water, stirring the swaying, vibrant foliage.

Two familiar bastards appeared in front of her, one after the other.

The calm at the beginning, the anxiety at the end.

Just like before.

"Ophina, I've brought Frisis to apologize to you."

The bastard standing in front was calm and composed, clearly not the first time he'd done something like this.

……

……

"Nono, this is my first draft of my will. There's a good chance it will be deleted in half an hour, but if you hear this recording, it means that the will has unfortunately come to pass."

"Although I proposed, I've never taken you home to meet my family, which might give you the impression that I lack sincerity. But my family is a bunch of scoundrels, and if possible, I hope you never have to meet them. I've heard your family is also a bunch of scoundrels, so I haven't asked to meet them either. But if you're willing to let me meet them, I'd actually be very willing..."

"To be honest, I have a bit of pre-wedding jitters. My classmates all say that women change after marriage; they just need to go through a wedding to go from a little girl to an old lady overnight. But in my heart, you were born a mature woman, never a little girl, so maybe you won't become an old lady. But I'm still a little scared..."

"I tried many methods to overcome my fear, even calling my therapist. But the therapist said that as an older man who has been married for many years, his experience is that no matter what, you will eventually get tired of your wife, and whether you divorce her or not depends on your patience, not love. But I don't want to get tired of you. When I met you, you were as beautiful as light. If you are dimmed because of being with me, it is an insult to the light. Despite this fear, I am still planning our wedding."

"I know you Chinese have the custom of ghost marriages, but I don't want you to do something so ridiculous. Of course, I know you wouldn't do it, which is why you're the girl I like. But I've already paid for the wedding service, and I think you shouldn't waste it. Please travel the world in my place. If you'd like, bring a red men's Tang suit. When you're watching the sunset on that island in Fiji, hang it on the clothesline and watch it flutter in the air, imagining that you and I are watching the sunset together there..."

"Yours, Caesar Gattuso, deep in the Japan Trench."

The recording ends here.

The glow of the setting sun illuminated the sea in the distance, and the hazy colors of the sunset ignited the ocean. The sea breeze blew from afar, carrying with it the cries of seagulls.

A red men's Tang suit hangs on a clothesline strung between two coconut trees nearby, swaying in the wind.

A red-haired girl danced gracefully beside him, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a long, slanted shadow.

A blond man was busy starting a fire by the campfire, which was piled high with freshly caught lobsters and shellfish.

He kept looking back, as if afraid that the girl who was helping him fulfill his "last wish" would disappear again.

Once the lobsters turned red and the shellfish opened, Caesar called Chen Motong over to dinner.

Holding the large lobster, Chen Motong tilted her head slightly and said, "Why do I feel like this recording is missing a section?"

Caesar remained calm and composed, picking up a seashell without even looking up. "No, right? Strictly speaking, this recording was made 'last time.' I didn't have a chance to record it this time during the dive, so I remembered it afterward. Maybe I missed a part?"

The missing part is a small lie he told before he died—that he had loved another girl before Nono, during high school.

If you don't have to die, then why seek death?

"Is that so?" Chen Motong commented thoughtfully. "Your last words were quite good. If you really had sunk to the bottom of the sea, I might actually go to the bottom of the sea to look for you because of this recording."

Caesar smiled broadly and asked, "Then will you marry me?"

Black and sea-blue pupils faced each other.

"Hey, didn't you already ask that before?"

"I'd like to ask again."

"Hmph, sure, as long as you tell me the missing part of the recording."

"oh……"

As the sunset faded and darkness took over the sky.

The campfire burned quietly, with sparks occasionally drifting up. The two lay on their backs on the beach, crabs crawling silently past them. Above them, the starry sky was like the sea, reflecting the equally deep blue ocean.

"Have you ever been to Luxembourg?" Chen Motong suddenly asked.

"I've been there." Caesar paused for a moment before remembering that small country, scratching his head. "That country is pretty ordinary, nothing special. You want to go to Luxembourg?"

"Someone sent me a letter..." Chen Motong paused for a moment, then said softly, "They hope I can visit her in Luxembourg when I have time."

"Who?"

"have no idea……"

"You don't know either?"

"What I mean is, I don't know what to call her." Chen Motong turned to look at Caesar, a shadow falling over her clear eyes, her tone complex and slightly hoarse.

"Perhaps I should call her...Mom?"

……

……

African savanna.

Dust rose from the horizon as an open-top jeep sped across the vast grasslands, followed by herds of thousands of bison on their great migration.

"Brother, Sister Mai Shude said we should go back and help." The boy sitting in the passenger seat raised his little face and said earnestly.

The man driving the jeep waved his hand impatiently: "Ignore her, they'll just treat us brothers like cattle."

The boy obediently hung up the phone.

"Constantine, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"Wherever my brother goes, I will go."

Norton scratched his head, looking at the dust kicked up by the galloping bison in the rearview mirror.

Before he remembered that he was the noble Dragon King, he was a cocky idiot who dreamed of driving a convertible jeep across the African savanna with a Latina girl with tanned legs, ahead of the migrating buffalo herd.

Now, the Latina girl with the bronze thighs is gone, replaced by Constantine.

He also remembered that one night a guy named Lu Mingfei asked him on QQ, "What if you suddenly run out of gas? Won't you get trampled to death by a herd of bison?"

What was my answer at the time?

Norton recalled a distant memory, then slammed on the gas, the engine roared, and the two modified off-road vehicles accelerated once again.

"Brother, Sister Su Enxi said she's going to stop giving us our allowance."

"...Tell her we're going back the day after tomorrow."

The great King of Bronze and Fire eventually bowed his head to the pressures of life.

……

……

"Hey boss, a chicken leg and fried egg bento box, please!"

Back in 11 or 12, in a small town's internet cafe, when it was time to eat at the restaurant, vendors would always come to the door carrying a styrofoam box of boxed lunches, hand the internet cafe manager a pack of Yuxi cigarettes, and the manager would just leave it at that.

Wang Xiaochun, who had just finished his middle school entrance exam, ran up to the man in the corner with a boxed lunch containing a chicken leg and an egg, and said solicitously, "Brother Lu, haven't you eaten yet? Could you teach me a few cooking moves sometime?"

Brother Lu put down his energy drink, glanced at the time—it was already evening—patted the boy on the shoulder, stood up, and said, "Let's discuss it another day. Today we should go back and buy groceries to cook for our wives."

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(End of this chapter)