Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 184 Scene 128 Your wishes will be conveyed
"Chinese?" Viscount Charlotte frowned and looked at each other with Marquis Gambert.

An atmosphere that cannot be described in words lingered among the few people. Who on earth would come to visit at such a critical moment.

"I think we can open the door for him." Meineke shrugged and asked the secret party elders for their opinions. "If the visitor is a guest, I might be able to give him the Bordeaux wine that my father has collected for more than 30 years when he enjoys it later. One cup each.”

"Meineke, will you die if you don't tell a joke?" Viscount Charlotte looked at the young man helplessly.

As the new leader of the secret party whose destiny is determined at birth, Meineke should be the one to replace the three elders, but obviously he loves to play too much and is too good at playing. He thinks that 80.00% of the effort is enough for anything, so he often uses “It was a different time” to taunt his elders.

"No, it will just be boring." Meineke held his mouth, lowered his head, and turned his golden eyes behind the brown lenses to look at the three elders, "That's why I wanted him to come in and add a bit of joy to the atmosphere. good."

"Even if the attacker is evil, the three elders can easily deal with it, right?"

"..." Viscount Charlotte said helplessly, "Shanyan, please help Meineke, we need someone more stable now."

Lu Shanyan was silent for a while, "I think we can open the door too."

He didn't know why he agreed with Meineke's opinion, but he had an inexplicable premonition that if he opened this door, his destiny would be changed.

"You two..." Viscount Charlotte sighed, "Let's go, we old guys will hold the battle."

After saying this, he put his hand on the revolver at his waist.

"Charlotte, don't be so nervous." Marquis Gambert smiled, "Are you even planning to use your gun?"

Viscount Charlotte, the famous "Silver Wing", has made great achievements in the mixed race world. His original "Word Spirit Setsuna" gun drawing technique allows him to fire all the bullets in the gun in an instant.

Viscount Charlotte said nothing. As Meineke slowly turned the door handle, his eyes remained focused on one point like a hawk.

"German?" Meineke said in surprise. The other person's silver-gray hair and eyes, and his appearance full of Germanic national characteristics, all showed that he was a German with pure blood.

"Holy crap, this is Germany?" Fingel exclaimed in German.

Viscount Charlotte let go of his hand on the handle of the gun, "Don't you know where this is?"

"I really don't know." Fingel shook his head. "My companions and I were lost in the forest. We just happened to see a manor ahead and wanted to come in to take shelter from the rain."

Marquis Gambert tilted his head and whispered to Viscount Charlotte, "It's not normal. The clothes he wears have never been seen before."

"Meniek Kassel, nice to meet you." Menieke was not so particular and stretched out his hand to Fingel cheerfully, "What about you?"

"Fingel von Frins..." Fingel quickly shook hands with Meineke in a flattering manner, but suddenly froze, "Wait, Meineke Kassel...?"

"That's right, are you from the Feng family?" Menike smiled, "Maybe you have seen me at a party before."

"Excuse me..." Fingel bowed deeply to him, and then ran away quickly, "I'll tell my companions!"

"He's a very interesting person." Meineke still smiled.

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"Hey! Something big happened!" Fingel rushed back to the door of the manor, "How the hell did you know this?"

"Where?" Lu Mingfei asked knowingly.

"Germany! Hamburg!"

"Don't make such a fuss, Fingel," said Caesar displeasedly.

"I fucking met Meineke Cassel!" Fingel yelled, holding his head in despair.

"Who is that?" Caesar frowned, he was really confused.

"Boss, I doubt if you have ever heard of the history of Kassel School..." Fingel covered his forehead, "Then he is the founder of our college!"

"Wait a minute, 100 years ago, Meinecke Kassel in Hamburg, Germany..." Chu Zihang quickly connected a few key words together, and then raised his head solemnly, "The Summer Mourning Incident!"

"That's it..." Fingel continued, "They encountered the King of Sky and Wind head-on, and they were in the awakening stage. They are incomparable to the two disabled dragons of Bronze and Fire."

"Nearly all the secret party members at that time were wiped out, and only Principal Angers was left..." Chu Zihang said in a low voice.

"Which great god has nothing to do and throws us here to die?" Fingel lost all his strength and sat down on the steps.

"It's not like there's no way to survive." Lu Mingfei suddenly said, "We must fight to the death."

"That's nice to say. Junior brother, why don't you come up later?" Fingel was obviously too ready to be scalded by boiling water, and he looked like he was having fun.

"Since Menike Cassel is inside, then those famous secret party elders must also be there." Nono crossed his hands, his expression neither sad nor happy.

"I think I saw a few old men sitting inside..." Fingal said.

"I suggest going in first and discussing countermeasures with them." Nono shrugged, "It would be better if we can prevent the resurrection of the King of Sky and Wind."

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"That person doesn't look dangerous, Meineke, if you want to keep them overnight, please do so." Lord Mayek slowly walked up the stairs, "I'll go upstairs to have a cup of tea."

"Mayek, don't you want to see that great scene with your own eyes?" Marquis Gambet asked from behind.

"Do you think our three old hearts that are about to stop beating can withstand such stimulation? Your heartbeat will beat 200 times per minute due to excitement, adrenaline will be secreted at full speed, and the doctors will have to turn around before they finish the dissection. Save our lives."

Lord Mayek shrugged, turned around and patted his old friend on the shoulder, "Trust my judgment and wait for Angers to bring us the news. We old guys should follow the old guys' style of doing things and go upstairs to have a good drink." British tea.”

"That's right." Viscount Charlotte said, and also stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Before he stepped onto the stairs, he looked back at Meineke and said, "Be careful, their attendants have been looking for their masters for thousands of years."

""Deadpool"? "Undead"?They are outdated. "Meineke showed a confident smile, like a college boy who was absolutely sure to win the cricket championship. "Now is the age of technology. If they dare to come, they will be greeted by a hail of bullets." He took a step away, Let Viscount Charlotte see behind him clearly. His companions were pouring the adjusted amalgam on the bullets. The bullets used by these people were different, with intricate etching patterns on the surface, and a strong Gandhar color. Luo style.

The metallic liquid seeped into the pattern, faintly emitting blue fluorescence, and then extinguished. The two shotguns were filled with ammunition containing silver sand. Meineke's partners were much more agile in doing these tasks than the mercenaries.

"Silver ions dissolved in mercury are highly poisonous to them. They are no different from vampires in this regard." Menike smiled, "The silver sand will also cause wounds that cannot be recovered temporarily. The undead apostles cannot pass through our barrage. .”

"Have you had the opportunity to get specimens of the undead to test your equipment?"

"No." Meineke shrugged, "They haven't appeared for hundreds of years, but I got a theoretically feasible solution based on scientific analysis. I checked a lot of information and conducted chemical analysis on their blood samples."

He felt a little embarrassed. Under Viscount Charlotte's cat-like green eyes, he looked like a student doing his graduation defense.

"An era that belongs to you young people?" Viscount Charlotte asked casually.

Meineke realized he had to answer the question head-on, even though he had been avoiding it for years.

Viscount Charlotte's cat-like eyes hid a knife edge. He was by no means a dim old guy who only knew about finance. In his prime, he once held aloft a flintlock submachine gun on the front line of dragon-slaying, with his silver hair as his symbol. , known as "Silver Wings" by fellow members of the secret party.

But the bravest people will also age. Just like the flintlock that Viscount Charlotte is proud of has withdrawn from the stage of history. The era of science has arrived. Transoceanic ships travel through every sea area on the earth, making the earth smaller. , human beings are becoming more and more powerful.

They were about to be able to end this nightmare that had started from ancient times. Meineke was confident, although he knew that these words would inevitably hurt the heart of the old man opposite.

Meineke met Viscount Charlotte's gaze, "That will be an era that belongs to the entire human race, but it is undeniable that we are getting closer to this era."

The drizzle falling outside the window rustled on the stone ground. Viscount Charlotte took off the tortoiseshell pipe from his lips and silently looked at the shadows behind Meineke, including Lu Shanyan and Angers who left, a total of six people.

That was a brand new generation that joined the secret party through Meineke. Their faces were as resolute as Viscount Charlotte's when he was young, but their eyes were colder.

They have the courage and confidence to surpass their predecessors, but can they change this war that has lasted for thousands of years?
Viscount Charlotte could not find the answer for himself, but he understood that a new era was indeed coming.

When a transoceanic ship brought him this specimen from the "Wancheng" ruins of Xixia that now belongs to China, he realized that those steam engines, steel wheels, Maxim heavy machine guns and new cannons would change the entire era, and maybe humans would really Strong enough to end that war?
He smiled and patted Meineke on the shoulder, "You are really a young and arrogant guy, but I am satisfied with your answer. Each of us should have confidence, otherwise this war will not end."

"I said the same thing as you when I was young, but I said it wrong. Many of the people standing behind me died, leaving only the three of us. But we never regretted everything we said. Do your best!”

He turned around and walked up the stairs slowly, "Okay, I'm going to enjoy my English tea. This is an old man's way of facing the changes of the times."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away along the spiraling stairs. Meineke looked out the window at the dark night sky and exhaled slowly.

Is it necessary to say this?Will it make the old people sad? Lu Shanyan said softly.

"When people get old, they need others to tell them," Meineke said. "Actually, they are very open-minded old people and will give us opportunities to do what we want to do."

"Speaking of which, what exactly do we want to do?" Lu Shanyan smiled.

"Of course I will travel around the world and kill every evil dragon! Every promising young man will be excited for this goal, right?" Meineke resumed his restless nature, talking and laughing, wearing black gloves. The hand gave a strong thumbs up.

"Are you serious?" Lu Shanyan asked with a smile.

Meineke looked back at his friends. Basically, the members of the secret party's new generation elite "Lion Heart Society" are here, a group of fearless young people.

They laughed, exchanged glances with each other, and then took off their leather gloves in unison. They wore identical ancient silver rings on their right index fingers, shining coldly in the darkness.

Meineke wiped their shoulders and walked by, high-fiving them one by one in the air. The young man's powerful slaps shattered the rain, shattered the silence in the darkness, and wanted to shatter an old man. era.

At this time, the knock on the door rang again, and Meineke felt happy, maybe he could make some new friends tonight.

"Welcome." He smiled and opened the door.

The few people outside the door exchanged glances, and suddenly bowed deeply to the dragon slayer in front of them, "Hello!"

"There's no need for such a big battle." Menike was a little frightened. "Why don't you come in first and then talk?"

Several people looked at each other again and walked in the door together.

"My name is Menieke Kassel." Menieke called them to sit down. "Fingel, why don't you introduce your friends to me?"

"Oh." Fingel scratched his head, "Lu Mingfei, Chen Motong, Chu Zihang, and Xia Mi are all Chinese."

"And Caesar Gattuso, the Italian."

"Four Chinese, one German and one Italian, what a strange combination, but we also have a Chinese, Lu Shanyan." Meineke laughed heartily, turned back to Lu Shanyan and said, "Shanyan, I have you. Fellow fellow!"

Lu Shanyan, who was leaning against the wall and wiping his revolver, raised his head and met Lu Mingfei's eyes at first glance.

"I've heard Mr. Shanyan's name for a long time!" Lu Mingfei rushed up to hold Lu Shanyan's hand with tears in his eyes.

"Have you heard of me?" Lu Shanyan said.

"Of course, no one in the capital knows about it." Lu Mingfei tightened his grip, "We both have the last name Lu. Maybe we were from the same family 1000 years ago!"

"Just kidding." Lu Shanyan looked at the young man named Lu Mingfei in front of him, feeling a special sense of familiarity, "Have we... met before?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned, "I've probably never seen him before."

"Sorry." Lu Shanyan took the opportunity to retract his hand, "I think you are very familiar."

"Why did Lu Mingfei start chatting with that Lu Shanyan?" Caesar whispered.

"Lu Shanyan is his grandfather's grandfather." Chu Zihang explained expressionlessly.

"..." Caesar was silent for a moment. Well, we really should chat for a while. Not everyone has the opportunity to meet his grandfather's grandfather.

"So what should we do now?" Xia Mi blinked his big eyes, "We can't reveal the information, otherwise it will arouse their suspicion."

"Try to make some insinuation." Nonuo remained calm because Lu Mingfei had told her the inside story a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)