Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

The purity of the dragon blood of this young man before me seems to have reached an unbelievable level.

Angers' wrist trembled slightly from shock.

A drop of tea deviated from its intended trajectory.

The domain vanished without a trace.

The wall clock resumed its normal ticking, tea fell to the bottom of the cup, splashing up a small ripple, and a stray drop of tea hit the porcelain saucer, splashing up a few tiny water droplets.

Looking at the red tea that was steaming again in the cup, Lin Yuan sighed sincerely, "It really is a terrifying ability. If you had wanted to make a move just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had a chance to resist at all."

He was indeed a little scared. No wonder his Observation Haki felt threatening to the old man; this Word of Power was just too overpowered.

To hide his inner turmoil, Lin Yuan reached out and grabbed a macaron from the dessert shelf, stuffing it into his mouth.

Angers' shock was no less than Lin Yuan's. He looked at the young man in front of him and said, "You are the only person I have ever met who can retain consciousness in the realm of time zero and keep up with my movements."

"I still have a long way to go." Lin Yuan swallowed the dessert in his mouth.

"Being unable to move freely within time zero means it's impossible to defeat you; even retaining consciousness won't help."

Angers smiled and shook his head: "Time Zero does have its magic, but your potential far surpasses mine. The future belongs to you."

The old man's gaze gradually became distant as he looked at Lin Yuan, his thoughts shifting between the boy before him and his past memories.

Through this young man, he seemed to see the shadow of his old friend Menek Cassel, both so dazzling and so fearless!

Lin Yuan finished half a plate of snacks and noticed that the old man opposite him was staring at him with a complicated look, which made him feel uneasy.

What's this old guy up to?

Seeing that Angers remained silent, Lin Yuan picked up his teacup to moisten his throat and took the initiative to speak:

"Did the principal call me here today just to treat me to snacks?"

Angers was pulled back to reality from his long reverie, nodding and then shaking his head with a smile.

"Of course it's not that simple, but if you like these snacks, I can ask the cafeteria to make one every day and send it to your dorm."

Lin Yuan immediately became wary. Why was this old man suddenly being so attentive to him when they were not related?

He couldn't possibly be so impressed with his unusual bone structure that he thought he was a long-lost grandson. He was a pure-blooded Easterner, completely unrelated to this old Western gentleman.

Angers ignored the wariness in his eyes, crossed his hands on the table, and got down to business.

"You just dealt with a revived third-generation species on behalf of the Secret Party, a feat worthy of being recorded in the school's history."

"The first thing I wanted to ask you today is what kind of reward you would like that I can personally sponsor for you."

Lin Yuan wiped the crumbs off his hands: "Didn't Professor Schneider give me a principal's scholarship when I was in the executive department?"

Angers smiled: "That's a school-level reward. As the principal, I'm personally happy to provide you with some extra conveniences."

"For example, you can try mentioning to me any small toy in the equipment room that is not open to the public, or any rules or regulations on campus that you don't like."

The words were phrased euphemistically, but the meaning was clear: this was a condition with virtually no upper limit.

Lin Yuan stopped chewing, seriously considering the weight of this promise, and looked up to ask, "How big can this condition be?"

Angers was somewhat surprised by his directness. After a moment's thought, he replied, "Very large. A third-generation awakened being. In the history of the Secret Society, there are only a dozen or so records of successful exterminations. This is a great achievement. You can try to propose any conditions you want."

Upon hearing this reply, Lin Yuan did not respond immediately.

Money and alchemical weapons no longer hold much appeal for him.

Putting aside these readily available material benefits, what lingered in his mind was the truth he had seen through his spiritual vision, and the altered records in the secret society's archives.

Lin Yuan straightened his posture, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"I hope to let history return to its original truth."

Angers paused for a moment, clearly not following Lin Yuan's train of thought: "What do you mean?"

“The ‘Night of Valpughis’ recorded in the Secret Party’s archives is wrong.” Lin Yuan stared intently at him.

"There was no corrupted half-blood witch, and the earthquake wasn't caused by a dragon. That record is a complete lie."

Angers narrowed his eyes slightly. After receiving Lin Yuan's report yesterday that he had killed a third-generation species, he immediately asked Norma to investigate the origin of that third-generation species. In the end, they found out that the third-generation species was active in the Hatz Mountains hundreds of years ago, so they happened to know about what Lin Yuan was talking about.

“Back then, it was that third-generation beast that did its best to suppress the earthquake in order to protect the town on the mountain, which resulted in its own serious injury.” Lin Yuan stared at Angers.

"In order to force the dragon out, the Secret Party's executive officer used rumors to bewitch the villagers, slandering the half-breed who had saved countless lives as a witch who colluded with the dragon, and sent her to the stake."

"The flames that the dragon later unleashed were nothing more than revenge against the Secret Society."

Angers looked at the young man before him: "How do you know all this?"

"He told me this when I was fighting that dragon." Lin Yuan didn't want Angers to know the truth he saw through his spiritual vision, so he chose to tell a little lie.

Angers shook his head: "You may have been misled. Dragons are often ferocious and tyrannical, they..."

"They are proud enough not to stoop to using lies to cover up the truth!"

Lin Yuan interrupted him without any politeness.

This was the first time he had acted rudely since he entered the office.

He looked directly into Angers' eyes, refusing to budge an inch.

Angers fell silent. He looked at Lin Yuan intently, as if he were seeing this student for the first time.

"You seem to have sympathy for the dragons?"

Lin Yuan shook his head decisively: "It's not out of sympathy, I just simply hate that the truth of history is covered up by lies."

“I hope the Secret Society’s archives can accurately record this history, that the witch did not collude with the dragon to cause the earthquake, and that the ‘Night of Valpurgis’ was not an epic of good triumphing over evil.”

Angers sat there quietly, lost in deep thought, the only sound in the room the ticking of the second hand.

After a long while, Angers let out a sigh.

"If this is what you want, I can grant your request."

Chapter 87? Junior brother, you can't unleash your full power!

Angers leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his slightly cold black tea.

“I will contact the people at the Secret Service’s archives to reconstruct the part of history you’ve described.” The old man’s voice was devoid of much emotion.

But Lin Yuan could still sense that after he compromised, his calm and elegant aura weakened a bit, and his face also looked somewhat downcast.

This is not difficult to understand.

The old man in front of me, who is over 100 years old, has dedicated his life to taking revenge on the dragons.

Now that he has proposed to clear the name of a pure-blooded dragon and expose the despicable methods of the Secret Party's predecessors, he inevitably feels some resistance.

The fact that they agreed already shows them a lot of respect.

Lin Yuan knew when to stop and didn't continue the topic. He got up to take his leave.

Angers put down his teacup and raised his hand: "Don't rush off yet. The reward for you is only one aspect; there's another small arrangement."

Lin Yuan stopped what he was doing and waited quietly for what was to come.

“If you’re not busy this Saturday, come with me to the Sotheby’s auction.” Angers opened a drawer in his desk, took out an elegant information card, and pushed it across the table.

"It is one of the world's top auction houses and a major center for the circulation of art."

Lin Yuan took it and glanced at it, looking somewhat bewildered.

The catalogue card features a row of beautifully presented Chinese auction items: a Qing Dynasty Qianlong period doucai (enamel overglaze) sunflower-shaped tripod dish with floral and peony design; a Song Dynasty blue-and-white underglaze red shallow relief vase with the inscription "Qin King's Battle Music"; a large jade sea basin inscribed with Vairocana Buddha's hands hanging down from Dushan jade in Nanyang...

The string of zeros following the name, representing the starting bid, made Lin Yuan dizzy.

An auction? What does that have to do with me?

Although he had just received a bonus for a task and could be considered to have some wealth, that amount of money would probably not even pass the verification threshold in this kind of prestigious and influential place.

After a brief moment of confusion, Lin Yuan felt he understood what Angers meant.

Since they couldn't afford it, the school arranged for someone of S rank to go there; the reason was obvious.

Presumably due to a shortage of funds, the academy recognized his abilities and planned to send him to rob an auction house.

That makes sense.

Since we've already put the principal in a difficult position, it wouldn't be good to simply refuse the task they're now offering.

"No problem." Lin Yang put the information card in his pocket and nodded solemnly.

"I'll just rush in and grab it on Saturday. Principal, you're too old, so you can stay outside and provide backup. It wouldn't be good if a stray bullet hits you during the firefight, so don't worry about leaving it to me."

Angers' hand holding the teacup visibly trembled.

He put down his cup with a black line on his face and quickly reached out to stop this dangerous statement: "I didn't tell you to go and rob! I meant, you're coming with me to a proper auction."

Lin Yuan exclaimed, "Ah!" and asked, "Are we going to buy things?"

“Going to an auction, of course, is to buy things.” Angers rubbed his temples, not expecting Lin Yuan to be such a troubled youth.

"This is a targeted auction, which will only circulate within a specific scope, and the invited guests are all clients with specific identities. Items that appear in such events are often black market goods that dare not be made public."

As he spoke, he pointed to Lin Yuan's pocket: "Take a look at the back of that information card."

Lin Yuan, unaware of what was going on, took out the card and turned it over.

He then discovered that the back of the card contained another list, the contents of which were completely different from the porcelain and antiques on the front.

"Mithril chainmail left over from the 11th-century Crusades..."

"The spine of a third-generation dragon servant..."

"A rubbing of dragon patterns unearthed from Icelandic ruins..."

These are the real highlights of this auction; the antiques printed on the front are just a smokescreen.

"Do you understand?" Angers asked, seeing that Lin Yuan hadn't spoken, and then took the initiative to explain.

"Many of the academy's alchemical items were acquired through auctions there. Years ago, I even managed to snag a bronze sword from your Warring States period for a mere six hundred thousand dollars. It was once the sword of a high-ranking dragon."

Lin Yuan nodded as if he understood, realizing the nature of the auction.

"What would I be asked to do? Are you asking me to get some money? Principal, you know how little money I have in my account..."

“The expenses will be handled by the school.” Angers waved his hand, dispelling his concerns.

"It's purely to give you a chance to show your face. As a newly promoted S-rank in the academy, you should let those old guys in the mixed-race society see the future leader of the Secret Party."

The old man's gaze went past Lin Yuan's shoulder and landed on the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind outside the French windows.

"After all, my time is running out."

Lin Yuan sensed a deep sense of desolation in that whisper.

He was just showing himself how terrifying "time zero" was, and his body looked stronger than most young people. How come he's suddenly speaking in such a tragic tone, as if he's making his final arrangements?

"Principal," Lin Yuan tentatively asked.

"What... incurable disease do you have?"

Angers paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"The advantage of the dragon gene is that most of us will never get cancer, and many deadly human diseases stay away from us. If I were to die one day, it would surely be because I'm too old to lift a sword, and my head would be blown off by some dragon king's incantation. You don't need to worry about me for now."

Lin Yuan cursed secretly.

This old man is practically schizophrenic; one minute he's saying time is running out, the next he's telling people not to worry.

But since it was a trip to broaden his horizons at public expense, he had no reason to refuse, even though Lin Yuan had never considered him a future leader of the secret party.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Yuan asked.

"If you'd like to stay a while longer and have some tea with me, I can ask the kitchen to send over another serving of pastries. If you feel you've had enough, then go and do your own thing."

Lin Yuan had indeed had enough of staying there.

Although the snacks and black tea here are quite good, the principal in front of him always gives him an unpredictable and strange feeling, sometimes deep and sometimes cunning.

He nodded, preparing to say goodbye and leave.

Just as he reached the door, Angers called him back.

"By the way, remember to visit the Lionheart Society's library when you have time," the old man's voice came from behind.

"Schneider had his reasons for asking you to join the Lionheart Society; it might be helpful for you there."