Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Eight years later, Bai Zhouyue once again came to her brother Bai Luyan's room.

—To hold a memorial service for him after his death.

The attic where the Bai family head lived before his death was not far from the mourning hall where he was buried. It was right next to a small path paved with gravel.

There is a pond in the middle of the path, sandwiched between the residence and the mourning hall.

Wang Anzhi looked at the strong-willed girl in front of him and asked, "Miss Xiaozhou, aren't you going to keep vigil for your brother?"

The moment she stepped out, Bai Zhouyue regretted it. She felt she shouldn't have been so frivolous, going to her brother's former residence with a strange man on their first meeting.

Even though the strange man was accompanied by a girl who looked like a monster, it couldn't put Bai Zhouyue at ease.

She turned her head to look at the pond, but stubbornly refused to admit her mistake, saying in a low voice:

"It's alright, anyway... Mr. Qin and the clan elders have already arranged everything. They might even think it's a bit inappropriate for a girl to stand in front of the mourning hall all the time."

This time, it was Bai Zhouyue who took the initiative to keep vigil for her brother. Neither the elders of the Bai family nor Qin Wuyi commented on it.

Neither affirming nor denying, they allowed Bai Zhouyue to act so "willfully and recklessly".

She's just a lonely little girl anyway.

After Bai Luyan's death, Bai Zhouyue also officially lost the last person she could talk to, and fell into the "sorrow of blood" that every hybrid must carefully savor.

She looked at the distant pavilion, her heart skipping a beat.

Eight years ago, his brother stopped allowing her into his attic.

The reason is unknown.

Perhaps the Bai family head didn't want his sister to get too involved with him, since Qin Wuyi had already taken control of the Bai family at that time...

Or perhaps there's some hidden secret in his room that even the Bai family head, as close as siblings, wouldn't want his sister to discover...

But now, no matter what the reason is for the Bai family head, it seems he can't stop Bai Zhouyue from going up to his pavilion.

After all, he was dead.

Bai Zhouyue lowered her eyes, her gaze dim, and she didn't even notice that Xia Mi had unknowingly grabbed her wrist. Girls always become familiar with each other so quietly.

"Xiao Zhou," Xia Mi called softly, pointing to the pond with a curious look, "Why is half of your pond gone?"

Bai Zhouyue looked over and, just as Xia Mi had said, the crystal-clear pool water only extended halfway up the pool before abruptly stopping.

She noticed Xia Mi's intimacy and, while trying to break free, replied, "The underground sewers were damaged a few days ago, and the pond also suffered some minor problems."

Xia Mi gave an "oh" sound, seemingly unconcerned about the question, and instead hugged Bai Zhouyue even tighter.

As Bai Zhouyue answered Xia Mi's question, she felt a sudden sense of unease, and her struggling movements lessened.

It was exactly seven days ago, the night was overcast, and the moon was not visible overhead.

It's summer, but the weather is surprisingly chilly.

That day, Bai Zhouyue was sitting in her study, idly flipping through her books, when she heard a loud bang.

She walked to the bedside and saw a giant dragon-like monster appear on the roof of her brother's house, roaring incessantly. The anger in its roar made Bai Zhouyue tremble involuntarily.

But she wasn't afraid of the dragon; on the contrary, she felt a pang of sadness, as if she were connected to it by blood.

Behind the dragon stood a tall human figure.

Bai Zhouyue saw it very clearly; it was Qin Wuyi.

Unbeknownst to them, the three of them had silently walked to the front of the small building.

The door was tightly closed, with some barely noticeable bloodstains that had been hastily cleaned up.

Wang Anzhi noticed the dark red bloodstains seeping into the inside of the door, and the corrosive smell that seemed to be from ordinary sulfuric acid.

Bai Zhouyue reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing against the cold wooden door, but she didn't push it open.

She simply peered through the carved wooden window next to her into the dimly lit space.

“That night, right here,” she murmured, her gaze piercing through time and space, returning to seven days earlier. “My brother told me he was going to host a banquet for Qin Wuyi here all by himself.”

She chuckled softly, "Anyone can guess what my brother meant, but he still wouldn't give up, and Qin Wuyi came to the banquet as he wished."

Bai Zhouyue pushed open the door and walked into the house. She didn't know why she suddenly talked so much with two strangers. Perhaps in this cold and indifferent family, it was two complete strangers who were more likely to win her trust.

Her gaze swept across the window frame.

“Look at that window frame, near the east corner, there’s a faint mark, like a little arrow. That’s a mark my brother secretly carved when we played hide-and-seek as kids, so he wouldn’t be able to find me.”

He kept saying he would remove it, but unexpectedly he kept it.

Her gaze fell on the ground, on the inside of the threshold.

"Inside the threshold, on the right, there is a floor tile that is slightly darker in color, and below it is a cellar."

My brother liked to warm wine there, saying the earth's energy was most stable there, allowing the wine to absorb the pure flavor of bamboo. Once, the wine pot tipped over, and the wine seeped in, impossible to clean completely.

As Bai Zhouyue spoke, she moved the blue brick aside, peered out from inside, took two jugs of wine, and smiled.

"I didn't expect there to be more."

As she spoke, she handed a wine pot to Wang Anzhi, keeping one for herself, but pettily ignored Xia Mi, whom she really disliked for being too overly familiar.

Wang Anzhi took a small sip, ignoring the angry glare from Miss Xia Mi, and looked towards the center of the hall, where there was nothing, it was excessively clean.

Bai Zhouyue's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Now, there's nothing left inside. The coffee table, the wine set, the aromatherapy... not even a trace of scent remains. It was cleaned so thoroughly, it's as if my brother had never been there at all."

She recalled that night when Qin Wuyi fought the dragon. His strength even surpassed that of the dragon, and he overturned the dragon to the ground. The earth trembled, and the water in the nearby pool was splashed everywhere by the effect of the huge Word Spirit Domain.

The dragon let out a mournful howl and slowly died.

Bai Zhouyue felt she had lost something, so she quickly ran out of her room and rushed to the body of the wailing dragon.

She saw the dragon slowly transform from its dragon body into human form, which was none other than her brother, Bai Luyan. He had somehow "evolved" into a dragon body, thinking that this would allow him to defeat Qin Wuyi, but the result disappointed him.

Recalling the past, two more lines of tears silently appeared on Bai Zhouyue's face.

Wang Anzhi handed her a tissue and said in a low voice:

"Condolences."

Chapter 199 The Dead Man Climbs Out of the Coffin

"You got off easy, senior brother," Xia Mi teased, only speaking after watching Bai Zhouyue take his leave as tears silently streamed down his face.

Wang Anzhi ignored him and pointed to the pavilion, asking curiously, "Junior Sister, why did you come here?"

“I originally sensed that there was an entrance to the Nibelungen here, so I came to take a look.” Xia Mi looked around with great regret, “But I didn’t expect that I couldn’t find it after I came in.”

Wang Anzhi seemed to be deep in thought, "It's not surprising that the Bai family has a Nibelungen, but I'm afraid..."

“I’m afraid the owner of this Nibelungen is someone else.” Xia Mi pointed around and revealed a serene smile.

“I wasn’t quite sure at first, but now it seems that Constantine’s Nibelungen is hidden here.”

The four monarchs each have their own strengths, among which Hela, the goddess of death, governs the "Kingdom of the Dead" and possesses the key to unlock all of Nibelungen.

In the Word Power Periodic Table, the seemingly magical Word Power 【Key】 does not actually belong to the Sky and Wind series that governs the rules, but is classified under the Earth and Mountain series.

At this moment, Xia Mi stared at him.

Wang Anzhi felt somewhat confused, then noticed that Bai Zhouyue had returned. She had calmed down somewhat and said to the two of them:

"Gentlemen, are you going to stay here?"

Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi both shook their heads in unison.

They are no longer of any use here. Since Constantine has already noticed Xia Mi's spying, he will not give Xia Mi any opportunity to take advantage of him.

Perhaps there was originally an entrance to the Nibelungen hidden here, but when the true master of the Nibelungen returns, the entrance can be sealed.

When the three returned to the mourning hall, Wang Anzhi happened to see a very conspicuous figure standing there, holding a Bible in his hand, his golden hair standing out in the sunlight.

Of course, most importantly, Wang Anzhi sensed a familiar aura emanating from this person.

When he saw the cold-faced man next to the golden retriever, Wang Anzhi knew who he was.

Caesar Gattuso.

Xia Mi noticed his gaze. "Senior brother, is there anything special about this person?"

Bai Zhouyue heard Xia Mi's question and felt that as the host, she needed to explain, "Generally, families do not allow strangers to participate in sacrificial rites."

As she spoke, she glanced at the two men, whom she also referred to as "newcomers," and then continued:

"However, Mr. Qin Wuyi needs to use this funeral as a venue to have a conversation with the representatives of these mixed-race families who have recently come to Sichuan, so he sent them invitations."

As she spoke, Bai Zhouyue couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Xia Mi then ran over to comfort this newly acquainted "friend".

"Senior brother."

Just then, a shivering sound came from behind Wang Anzhi. He looked back but wasn't too surprised.

"Mingfei, what's wrong?" Wang Anzhi noticed that there was a smiling person next to Lu Mingfei. He recalled the person's information and realized that she was Cheng Shuangfan, one of the few S-level specialists at Kassel College.

According to the information provided by Nuwa, another person disguised as Chu Tianjiao appeared, but his whereabouts are currently unknown.

These two, along with Lu Mingfei, could form an S-class squad for the Chinese branch of Kassel College in the past forty years.

Three S-rank members, a rarity within the Secret Service, suddenly appeared.

"Senior brother, when I went to pay my respects just now, I saw that coffin inside..."

As he spoke, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shudder, as if he had seen something terrifying. He lowered his voice:

"...I saw the coffin move slightly."

Cheng Shuangfan frowned slightly at this point. "When I went to pay my respects, it took a long time, and I didn't find what Mingfei was talking about."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, stubbornly insisting, "I saw it."

To be honest, Lu Mingfei trusted Wang Anzhi a lot.

After receiving his acceptance letter from Kassel College, he officially entered the world of dragons.

Unlike the original story where he went to America with almost no knowledge of the world, this time Lu Mingfei was greeted by Odin's Nibelungen group before enrolling in school, and was subsequently tutored by Cheng Shuangfan, an S-level elite from the Secret Party.