dmims Chapter 167 Who arranged a marriage for me when I was a child?
Chapter 167 Who arranged a marriage for me when I was a child?
He first asked Zero if there was any way to contact the local mixed-race population.
Ling shook her head slightly. Her platinum blonde hair remained almost still under the warm indoor light, only a strand brushing gently against her fair cheek. Her voice was calm, revealing no emotion:
"No."
The answer was concise and to the point.
Lu Mingfei shifted his gaze from her face and then glanced to the side.
Xia Mi was stuffing a whole piece of fried pork cutlet into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, the grease glistening on the corners of her mouth.
Gu Nan...
He was intently poking at a piece of tamagoyaki with the tip of his chopsticks, his movements mechanical like a beginner, but his eyes were wandering, clearly not focused on the food.
They're obviously planning where to go later.
Seeing the two of them either "eating like crazy" or "daydreaming," he completely gave up on the idea of getting reliable information from them.
How about we go check out that Genji Heavy Industries?
The idea popped up like a bubble.
He subconsciously touched his phone in his pocket; the cold metal casing brought him back to his senses slightly.
This is a satellite phone that my workplace provided when I arrived. It cannot be monitored or located.
Standard procedure for foreign-related incidents.
Oh, right, Xia Mi just mentioned something very important.
Lu Mingfei suddenly turned his head to look at the other side of the dining table:
"Xia Mi, what did you mean when you said her bloodline is unusual?"
He paused, trying to recall the feeling Erii gave him, "Is she particularly strong? But Erii... I didn't sense any 'aura of a strong person' on her."
She appeared quiet, even somewhat vulnerable.
Xia Mi, whose name was called, was stuffing a small ball of rice soaked in soy sauce into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she ate.
Now it's a mole.
Hearing the question, she blinked, quickened her chewing speed, and swallowed the food in her mouth in a few bites. She almost choked, so she quickly grabbed the iced oolong tea next to her and took a big gulp.
I don't know why I like to drink iced drinks on such a cold day.
Don't female dragons have menstrual cycles?
"No, it's not,"
She finally caught her breath, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and her previously lively and spirited expression became somewhat subdued, revealing a seriousness that seemed somewhat incongruous with her youthful appearance at that moment.
"She doesn't seem to be a descendant of our siblings."
"?"
Lu Mingfei leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed, his face filled with genuine confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Cough cough!"
Xia Mi cleared her throat, straightened her back, clasped her hands on the table, adopting a condescending posture, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous, enigmatic glint.
"Now, let's enter the Jormungandr classroom—"
"All the mixed-race people now,"
She held up one finger, emphasizing, "Theoretically, they are all descendants of the four monarchs. There are almost no exceptions."
Her gaze passed over Lu Mingfei, seemingly fixed on some distant void. Her voice was lowered, carrying an ancient sense of detachment.
"Of all the people I've met who aren't of our bloodline, besides you, it's only her."
"Oh no!"
As if suddenly remembering something, her brows furrowed, and her seriousness became even more genuine.
“After I came to Japan… it seems I haven’t met many descendants of ‘us’.”
Her fingers tapped lightly on the wooden tabletop unconsciously, making a soft tapping sound.
She looked at Lu Mingfei again, her amber eyes reflecting the light from the overhead lamp, yet appearing somewhat profound: "You're an exception, I can understand that. After all, you..."
Her words paused subtly here, unfinished.
"how do I?"
"Inhumanly strong!"
Xia Mi's expression turned fierce, her puffed-up cheeks resembling the steamed buns she had just eaten.
"But what about Japan?"
Her expression turned completely serious, all traces of her previous playfulness vanished, and the majesty of the Queen of the Earth and Mountains seemed to seep through the young girl's body.
"I was poor before, so I never came here. Before that, Japan was also poor, so I never came here."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty:
"But besides the four of us, only—"
She paused slightly, as if the two names themselves carried weight, and then slowly uttered them:
"The Black King and the White King".
The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment after she said that.
Today was another day of being bombarded with knowledge; my temples are throbbing.
Lu Mingfei rubbed his temples, thinking to himself that he could talk to Old Wang about this information later. That old man was always so mysterious; he might know something.
However, of all the information Xia Mi revealed, the part that concerned him the most was about Erii.
She said that Erii seemed to be a very special one among these White King bloodlines—so special that her dragon bloodline ratio had exceeded that of humans, and theoretically she should have long since slid into the abyss of madness and distortion, becoming a dead servant who only knew how to kill.
But she didn't.
This alone is enough to shock the entire world of mixed-race people.
Lu Mingfei could almost imagine how the old guys from the Kassel College Secret Service, or those long-established mixed-race families in Europe, would react if they found out.
They'd probably pounce like sharks smelling blood, trying every possible way to get their hands on Erii, lock her up in the most secure laboratory, and study her as a rare white mouse.
Thinking of this, his heart tightened for no reason, and he subconsciously frowned.
"Tsk,"
He shook his head, banishing those unpleasant thoughts, and a familiar, self-deprecating, and cynical smile curved his lips as he turned to Xia Mi, who was sipping her tea, and said in a deliberately drawn-out tone:
"I have to say, the White King's bloodline is superior to that of some monarchs, right? At least his bloodline purity is off the charts and he can still maintain his human form and rationality."
His words were clearly sarcastic and mocking, and he glanced at Xia Mi, wanting to see how the Dragon King's sister would react.
"Who did you say? Huh?!" Xia Mi's eyebrows immediately shot up, and her previous erudite and serious demeanor instantly crumbled.
She put down her teacup, her amber eyes wide and gleaming with a dangerous, dragon-like golden light.
The next second, she swung her little fists without hesitation and began to mercilessly punch Lu Mingfei's shoulders and arms across the table.
"Ouch! Gently! Just kidding! Dragon King, have mercy!"
Lu Mingfei grimaced as he dodged, while pleading for mercy.
Xia Mi's small fists looked delicate, but when they hit, they were not light at all. They carried the monstrous strength unique to dragons. If it weren't for his thick skin, he would probably have been bruised in several places.
"Who told you to ask for a beating!"
After making a fuss for a while, Xia Mi finally stopped, fuming, and sat back down, tidying her slightly messy hair.
Lu Mingfei rubbed his aching arm, but his thoughts drifted to another trivial but intriguing question.
“By the way,” he turned to Zero, “is that girl’s surname ‘E’? Or is it ‘Eri’?” He looked genuinely confused. “I’ve never been able to figure out all the Japanese surnames.”
Anyway, he knew some of them were weird, like "my grandson," "pig nose," and "the last day of December," but compared to that, "Eri" sounded very normal and pleasant, but he still couldn't figure out the structure.
"Their surname is Uesugi, and they are one of the three inner families of the Snake-Headed Eight Families."
Ling poured another cup of tea into the teacup that Lu Mingfei had just put down, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he didn't say anything.
"She is your destined wife."