They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

If you think about it carefully, when Bondarev was sailing near Japan, he was ambushed and killed by me who had obtained the intelligence.

And he happened to take advantage of this to seize everything from Bondarev, from the entire process of the White King's revival, clues to the secret information, to his own achievements and experimental subjects, and even some ancient dragon fetal blood and bloodline evolution medicine...

So unreasonable!

To exaggerate a little, Bondarev's move was like a top agent delivering his life to him for him to take so that he could successfully receive the White King's information gift package.

So, there is only one answer -

Bondarev, the evil ghost he killed, the man as cunning as a fox, crawled back from hell!

Chapter 139: Emiya: You guys are so dramatic

In the laboratory, the anxiety on Herzog's face became more and more serious, and his whole face was solemn and gloomy, as if water could almost drip out of it.

Clear memories from more than ten years ago kept reappearing in his mind.

In my memory, Bondarev claimed to be a KGB major. He was handsome and tall, with iron-gray hair neatly combed back. During the Black Swan Port period, Bondarev often wore a dark gray officer's uniform with a "Red Banner Medal" on his chest.

This man looked like a thorough soldier, but when Herzog met him for the first time, he felt that this man was as cunning, tricky and difficult to deal with as a male fox. Even his KGB identity might be a disguise... Yes, how could such a man be assassinated so casually and easily?

The doubts are becoming more and more obvious...

Herzog actually had a worse guess.

Bondarev was the one who suddenly entered Black Swan Port more than ten years ago and told him the truth about the history of the Dragon Clan. It was at that time that the government authorities of Black Swan Port gave up their investment in themselves and cut off all material resource support for Black Swan Port.

This means that from that moment on, everything was aimed at him. It was a big game that Herzog arranged and continued to unfold, and this game even included influencing the decision-making of the authorities!

The man named Bondarev had planned it all from the beginning, letting him step into the chess game. Even if he succeeded in counterattacking, it was still within the plan of Bondarev and the organization behind him.

So that’s it!

Herzog muttered to himself quietly, then nodded slightly in sudden realization.

Bondarev was so confident that the situation was still under control because Bondarev had relied on stealing his research and cloning experimental subjects to cultivate a work more perfect than embryo ξ (Uesugi Erie) over the years.

Shirou Emiya! A stable and powerful hybrid, a safe and controllable pawn capable of killing the Dragon King head-on!

During his time at Black Swan Harbor, Herzog created tens of thousands of homologous embryos. The three works he was most satisfied with were the brothers Gennochisei and Gennochijo, and their sister Uesugi Eri.

But the former two are extremely valuable and are well-deserved royal blood, but even so, they are far inferior to Uesugi Eriya, who is the most perfect container for the White King's Holy Relics in Herzog's plan.

But the flaw is that compared to Emiya Shirou, Eri's own bloodline is strong but unstable. She is a "ghost" with a higher bloodline than the "Emperor"!

This extremely high level of bloodline resulted in Eri being born with the ability to use dragon characters. The result of her speaking out was a command to lead all life to death. This was recorded in the Word Spirit Sequence List as the extremely dangerous Word Spirit "Judgment" with sequence number 111.

The defect of unstable bloodline also makes Eri prone to rampage and degeneration once she uses her ability. In order to maintain her health regularly, the Snake Eight Families have invested extremely high medical costs, which requires the use of a serum extracted from Deadpool's fetus as a treatment method.

The production of Deadpool fetal serum is naturally inseparable from Deadpool experiments, so Herzog had to take advantage of the convenience of his identity as "Masamune Tachibana" and use the channels of the gang to conduct large-scale human transactions and artificially cultivate Deadpool mothers in order to obtain Deadpool fetal serum.

It has to be said that from this perspective, the prominent status and powerful power of "Tachibana Masamune", the leader of the Japanese underworld, has brought Herzog countless conveniences and benefits.

However, great power often comes with risks. If this inhumane experiment were exposed, it would be a shocking scandal that would shake the entire Snake Family, and Tachibana Masamune's position would be in jeopardy...

"You're amazing, Bondarev. You even found out about Aoi-ya!"

Herzog put on the Noh mask that looked like the noble's smiling face again. The shadow that emerged from his memory many years ago made him feel impatient and panicked.

The enemy's chess piece has been placed on his vital point. If he does not make any move, he may be checkmate.

But stay calm, stay calm, there is still room for turning around.

Things are different now. There are now an astonishingly large number of gangsters on the dark side of this country that he can command and use. Herzog's power base can be said to be as solid as a rock.

Bondarev, even you can't ruin the plan I have carefully prepared for many years!

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Xia Mi was crawling in the dark, damp and cold underground... At the same time, according to the requirements of Norton's booklet "Underground Spiritual Vein Construction Code", she was arranging an alchemical circuit for the flow of magic power.

It was like performing a delicate surgical operation on a fallen mountain giant—a "giant" whose body was comparable to the entire city of Tokyo. Soil and rock layers intertwined from time to time, and a network of moist underground rivers gurgled, as complex as the delicate vascular tissue of the human body. Xia Mi had to concentrate on surveying the terrain, quickly planning, and working at full speed...

Even though Xia Mi, as the king of the earth and mountains, has incredible abilities that can be called an innate earth and wood sacred body, he is still exhausted by this work.

"No, I won't do it next time no matter what you say! I'm the king of the earth and the mountains, not the king of burrows and groundhogs!"

Xia Mi checked her progress on the leylines and realized she was only a third of the way there. She nearly fainted from the endless workload. And that didn't even include the pile of Heroic Spirit blueprints!

Xia Mi, who was always angry because of the heavy workload, ran back to the large hole where it was originally set up in the underground passage.

"Norton! You must summon a helper for me!"

Miss Xia Mi was very angry and the consequences were serious. She expressed her resolute protest with a complaining and troublesome attitude. If it was not approved, she would go on strike and resign!

Norton's unpleasant reply came from the Mercury Curtain:

"Who else do you think could help you? Constantine and I both need to continuously carry out the Heroic Spirit Project, and the burden on us is no lighter than yours... Or do you plan to strike now and sit back and wait for Odin to resurrect and destroy our entire plan?"

"This... isn't there that... Fenrir, he's free! He is also the king of the earth and mountains, and he works ten times faster than me!" Xia Mi thought for a long time and came up with a name full of uncertainty.

"Really, Fenrir? His size is quite eye-catching, but with this dragon's intelligence, can he understand the responsibilities he's responsible for? Or is he just responsible for following your orders, and you're responsible for failing at the critical moment?"

Norton's tone was full of doubt. The first generation of species were definitely not unfamiliar with each other's temperament.

Although Norton was not as familiar with Fenrir as Xia Mi, judging from the performance of this stupid dragon since ancient times, Fenrir was only capable of doing things that did not require thinking: fighting, destruction, killing, daydreaming, etc.

If he is to be responsible for technical work, he must have an external brain like Xia Mi to give orders from the side... But Xia Mi herself is not a technical expert. If she, an outsider, is to give orders, she may fail at the critical moment, so adding an external brain as insurance may not be reliable.

"Who said I would let you down?"

Xia Mi took a deep breath, almost wanting to crush the alchemy array used for remote spatial connection. She knew that Norton was capable and qualified to show off his alchemy skills all day long, but that was no reason to slander her, the King of the Earth and the Mountains!

"Oh, you mean you won't let me down, right? Very good, remember what you said now. I will build a new space and open a passage here, and you open a door to Nibelungen in Shenzhou. I will teleport Fenrir to you to help you. In return, if anything goes wrong during the Holy Grail War, I will automatically blame you!"

"Just remember it if you want! You're saying it as if you're afraid I'll regret it!"

Xia Mi curled her lips. She felt that this was another case of Norton being stubborn and fussy...but she herself had no awareness of the huge risks she faced as a technical rookie.

"Is it the regret I'm worried about?"

Norton shook his head as he spoke. Why was he worried about this? What he was worried about was that the smart duo of Jörmungandr and Fenrir might cause him some unmanageable accidents during the Holy Grail War, and Norton would be too busy to rush over to deal with them.

"Honestly, I'd rather Jörmungandr have you give the position of Dragon King to Emiya. It would be much easier for him to work with me than with you!"

Norton remembered that Xia Mi had suspected that Emiya was the incarnation of Constantine last time. Although Norton later confirmed that it was not the case, he had to admit that Emiya was the world's top alchemy genius.

As for Jörmungandr, she is just a suitor!

Xia Mi suddenly felt unhappy. She raised her fist in a threatening manner, "I say, since Emiya is not your biological brother and has no close relationship with you, why are you calling him so often? He is obviously from Japan and should be considered a descendant of the White King..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Norton decisively denied it:

"That's impossible! Emiya is definitely not a descendant of the White King, and he might not even be a Japanese hybrid... because his Word Spirit is 'Heaven and Earth as Furnace'."

"what!"

Xia Mi also understood it instantly, and was so surprised that she didn't say anything to refute.

The reason is simple. The word spirit "Heaven and Earth as a Furnace" that was created specifically for alchemy is, in terms of bloodline origin, a word spirit of the Bronze and Fire King lineage, while the unique word spirits of the White King lineage mostly act on the spiritual realm, such as "Dream Tapir", "Senluo", etc.

The First Generation was unable to reproduce due to the Black King's restrictions, but they could, through the gift of dragon blood, genetically infect all living things, including humans, causing mutations. The dragon gene fragments contained in these hybrids corresponded to the source of the First Generation, which is the so-called bloodline.

The words and spirits will partially reflect one's own bloodline. Other signs can be faked, but the bloodline origin can never be faked.

"So... could he be from Shenzhou?"

Chapter 140 Uesugi Yue: Young People Should Exercise Moderation (Two in One)

The brightly lit environment illuminates all around regardless of the time conditions of day or night. The hustle and bustle of city tourists crush the interwoven light and shadows. Cars flow like water and horses like dragons. The cool breeze blows away the thick smell of fireworks, and intermittent transmission of daily conversations or nonsensical gossip with a tone as plain as boiled water.

"Thank you for your patronage. Please take care. This is the young master's business card with contact information. Please be sure to accept it."

"You're welcome, Miss... Sakura, please remember to thank Gen-san for me."

It was night time at this time. The Zhou family members headed by Emiya said goodbye to the gangsters headed by Yabuki Sakura. Then this group of hospitable Tokyo gangsters turned around and left. The men, women, and children passing by saw these groups of tattooed men in black, and thought they were going to collect debts and have a fight, so they dodged away with fear on their faces.

Emiya and several other members of the Zhou family also left separately. The Zhou family members took a car back to the hotel to pack up and prepare to return to Shenzhou, but Emiya refused their special car ride and planned to take the JR line back to Yokohama. After all, he still had to wait to reunite with Nono and the others who were still wandering around, and waiting was too troublesome.

At this time, Emiya still didn't know that there were two groups of people who were simultaneously guessing and imagining his "true identity"...

If I knew, I would definitely say, you guys are really dramatic...

Before this, he readily accepted the invitation after Gen Chisei left and accepted the company of his secretary Yabuki Sakura to continue his schedule for this afternoon.

During the meeting, Yabuki Sakura even told Emiya that if he wasn't satisfied, he could end the arrangement at any time and didn't need to worry about the family's opinion. This was just a friendly getaway. Emiya thought that since Genjiro was offering to play for free, he might as well play...

After agreeing to it, he further realized the wealth of this Tokyo family.

In this almost privately customized high-end travel itinerary, Emiya first visited Shinjuku Gyoen, a top garden area in the heart of Tokyo.

Next, we arrived at the Tokyo Racecourse, which has attracted a lot of attention from horse racing enthusiasts. We watched a derby (Tokyo Excellent Horse) and watched the famous horse "Hawaiian King" win and break the venue record after the renovation of Tokyo Racecourse.

Finally, we went to Kabukiza Theater in Ginza and watched a play called "Yoshitsune Thousand Cherry Blossoms" starring veteran masters such as Nakamura Kankuro. This is considered an international theater, and the theater also provides English subtitle translation machines and detailed English guides so that foreign tourists can enjoy Kabuki without any obstacles.

As its title suggests, "Yoshitsune Senbonzakura" is based on the legend of Minamoto no Yoshitsune (nickname: Ushiwakamaru), and actually depicts the events of the Genpei War. This play, along with "Kanadehon Chushingura" and "Sugawara no Denshūtekikan," is considered one of the three great kabuki masterpieces, and is considered a well-known classic story.

However, Emiya was not very familiar with these Kabuki actors. He had hurriedly seen a few promotional posters of "Kabuki superstar" Ichikawa Ebizo, "outstanding female role representative" Bando Tamasaburo, and "rising star" Kazama Ruri in front of the hall of Kabuki-za... all of them were unfamiliar names and faces.

Adding in other itinerary items, after spending most of the day exploring, Emiya felt like his brain was being bombarded with a vast amount of local culture. In a daze, he almost thought he was being molded into one of those "Tokyo natives" with an innate sense of superiority...

(This specifically refers to a joke about the regional contempt chain of "everything outside Tokyo is rural")

Wow, Yuan Zhisheng’s daily pastimes are so high-end.

call--

Finally, with the cool night breeze blowing, Emiya, who had been running around all day, finally woke up.

Well, Tokyo's prosperity was ultimately none of his business. People in Yokohama knew their own business. Besides, he'd been walking for so long, covering nearly half of Tokyo. Emiya decided to find a nearby place to grab a bite to eat and quickly end his trip.

The sidewalks are still bustling with people, including office workers in neat suits, young couples chatting and laughing, and foreign tourists with strange clothing styles, all walking and releasing endless energy.

Emiya originally wanted to find a place nearby as a meeting point with Nono and the others, but when he thought about the high-profile feeling of several people gathering together before, which attracted everyone's attention, he decided to go to a smaller place with less popularity.

He walked several streets in a row and finally came to the side of the road in a small neighborhood. He was attracted by a wooden van parked there and the aroma of ramen wafting from it.

This kind of human-powered cart is similar to the mobile street food stalls in China, but it is specially designed for selling ramen from door to door. The ramen chef operates the cart, the soup pot and ingredients are neatly placed on the chopping board, the windows can be opened to serve as a rain shelter, and there are several small wooden stools under the shed.

Guests can sit on wooden benches and eat noodles. A dark blue cloth canopy hangs down to cover the guests' upper bodies, creating a private atmosphere.

Emiya picked up the phone. "Hello, I'm just about to get some ramen. Where are you guys? ...Oh, you guys coming too? I'm in... This is the small street behind the University of Tokyo. It's pretty quiet and not very crowded. If you see a ramen cart, that's where I am."

I called both Xia Mi and Nuonuo. Nuonuo was lecturing Melyuchina on the evening study session and said she'd be here soon. Xia Mi said she was planning to spend some time in the library's public reading room studying late into the night and was starving, so she decided to come over for some ramen too...

I give up. This kind of street food, whose taste and environment are far inferior to those in the restaurant, is just for the sake of cheapness. Why are you all rushing to come here?

"Master, five bowls of soy sauce ramen, please. Add chopped green onions, barbecued pork, tamagoyaki (soft-boiled egg), and pork back fat. I have some friends coming over later."

Emiya lifted the cloth curtain and sat down, speaking to a ramen chef inside who had neat white hair standing up, wore a white linen work uniform, and had a black towel tied around his forehead.

The ramen chef first pressed the button on the 14-inch color TV above the soup pot to turn off the TV screen before getting up to work.

Emiya had good eyesight. Before that, he quickly turned his head to take a look and saw the figure of a naked woman with her chest puffed out and her butt sticking out flash across the screen. He took another look and found a pile of AV discs on the shelf in the corner. On the top was a picture of Maria Ozawa wearing a bathrobe that squeezed her breasts into a clear ravine.

Guigui, you are a ramen chef, but you are also a shameless person at heart.

The ramen chef's sharp eyes seemed to have noticed Emiya's change in expression, but the old man didn't feel embarrassed at all. "Young man, you've made plans with your classmates to hang out so late. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get back to the dormitory after curfew?"

The old man seemed to have mistaken Emiya for a poor student who had wandered out of the University of Tokyo. He stirred the soup pot with a focused expression, and the thin white noodles churned irregularly in the boiling water.

"I'm not a student. I just arrived in Tokyo today and have a date with some friends. What's your name, Master?"

"Oh, is that so? Just call me Master Yue! I've finally met a rare wave of new customers this time. I've been cooking this for decades, and most of the food I serve is for students from the University of Tokyo. They're looking for good quality and low prices. Outsiders think that expensive things in Tokyo are the best, so few of them would sneak into the corners and alleys to buy..."

"Master, what did you do before?"

"I'm just a scoundrel who gave up on inheriting the family fortune. There's nothing worth pursuing about this past... Five servings of ramen are ready. Just wait. When will your friend arrive?"

Because you don't want to inherit billions of dollars, you run away and make ramen for the rest of your life, right?

Emiya thought about it, but finally resisted the urge to ask the ramen chef whether he really watched AV discs when he had nothing to do.

"...Actually, I'm going to eat all five bowls of noodles. My friend will be coming over later, so I'll have to trouble the chef to make some more."

"You kid... you have such a good appetite?" Master Yue paused and stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes. He didn't expect that he was a hidden big eater?

Forget it, they are paying customers anyway, and it’s none of my business how much they eat.

A moment later, a big bowl of steaming hot ramen was served on the table. Chef Yue saw that Emiya was moving his chopsticks very quickly, swallowing the thin noodles and side dishes into his stomach. After he finished a mouthful of the soup, he started to quickly finish the second bowl.

When Emiya finished his fourth bowl, a leaping figure, like bright moonlight, darted into the seat next to him, a smile as bright as a summer flower radiating vitality. "Oh, oh, Emiya-san, you're already eating? You didn't realize I was waiting for you! Master, master, give me a bowl of tonkotsu ramen too!"

"okay!"