Dragon's Beginning kills Herzog

Chapter 28 "The Wedding Again"

Winter nights always come earlier, and soon after the sun sets from the sky, the sky turns black.

The manor of the Longma family was filled with a festive atmosphere. There were lights and festoons everywhere, and tables were set up one by one.

The servants greeted each other with a smile, and sent out the blessings of the first day in advance, with sincere smiles on their faces. They have all received the first day greetings from the master this year, which is much more than in previous years.

From this point of view, the new Patriarch's position is not bad.Most servants thought so.

In the banquet hall of the Longma family, desks were neatly arranged on both sides, and the elites of the Longma family who had returned from various places were sitting in attendance.

Although there were singing and dancing of geishas in the banquet hall, there was very little laughter from everyone, instead there was a dull atmosphere.

Those who had already learned some news were even more dignified, hiding short knives and even pistols in their large kimonos.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
The first seat of the banquet hall was still empty, Ryoma Naiko hadn't arrived yet, and from time to time, several people looked at the first seat with inexplicable meaning in their eyes.

"The cracks in the cage, the cracks in the cage, the birds in the cage want to come in all the time,"

In the room of the current head of the house, Ryoma Nako refused the servants to dress and change her clothes. After spending a long time alone, she finally got dressed.

Singing a nursery rhyme from her childhood, Ryoma Nako looked at herself in the mirror, her long hair was no longer coiled up, and all the noble and elegant decorations were removed.

She was wearing a white dress, her face was painted white with powder, and her lips were bright red.

"Father, you used to say that you wanted to see me get married, so Nako will pass it on to you now!" With a sweet smile, Ryoma Nako said playfully.

"It's just that Nako's hair can't be pulled up! Let me be self-willed this time!"

Longmanako picked up a glass of water on the table, took a sip, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that her lip makeup in the mirror was not stained.

She picked up the white hijab and veil that lay aside, and walked out of the room.

"Ah Hua, help me cover it." With a bright smile, Ryoma Nako handed the bride's white head cover to the waiting middle-aged maid.

Seeing Ryoma Nako's smile and bright face, Ah Hua was stunned for a moment. It had been many years since the eldest lady had smiled.

"Okay, miss." Seemingly understanding something, Ah Hua suppressed the tears in her eyes, looked at Ryoma Nako in her dowry, and called out that familiar title.

Putting on a white hijab and a veil, Ah Hua held Ryoma Nako's hand alone, and once again walked on the familiar road, just like many years ago.

At that time, it was Ah Hua who was holding Ryoma Nako's hand, walking on this road, and handing Ryoma Nako to Ryoma Koji who was waiting at the end of the road.

But this time was different. At the end of the road, no one was waiting for Ryoma Naiko, as if she was always alone.

The servants along the way subconsciously stepped aside when they saw the person Ah Hua was leading.

The young servants guessed, but could not understand.

And the older servants, trembling, realized something, some followed behind the unknown bride, and some ran back to their rooms.

But no matter what, the lively voices in the manor gradually disappeared as Ah Hua walked along.

More and more servants followed A Hua, and most of them had wrinkles on their faces. They had festive smiles on their faces, but bitterness flowed from the corners of their mouths.

The flower basket from unknown sources was handed to the two servants following the bride. The daffodils prepared for the first day were floating in the air, dancing with the cold winter wind.

Daffodils fell on the shoulders of the bride, on the dress.Passing by A'hua's eyes, in the dimness, A'hua seemed to see a familiar and handsome man standing at the end of the road.

The banquet hall, here we come.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually end. Ahua led Ryoma Nako to walk this familiar road again, but no one took Ryoma Nako's hand from her.

The elites of the Longma family in the banquet hall had long noticed the eerie quietness of the manor, and all looked outside the door until they saw the figure in a white dress.

Some of them looked angry, some lowered their heads, and some closed their eyes.But no one spoke out, and no one stood up.

Ah Hua turned a blind eye to all this, she just led Ryoma Nako to the first place, supported Ryoma Nako to sit down, and knelt beside Ryoma Nako herself.

The servants did not follow Ah Hua into the banquet hall, they stood outside the banquet hall, waiting, waiting for everything to end.

"This lunatic! This female lunatic!"

In the dungeon, there was only the sound of the TV, but at the door, Ryoma Koji's curse suddenly sounded.

The shackles on his hands were constantly hit by his swing, making a series of crisp crashing sounds.

The TV was turned on, and it was the scene of the banquet hall.It was a familiar wedding, but it only had the heroine, as if it was a silent irony.

"Since you're crazy, then don't blame me for being unfeeling, Nako." Ryoma Koji took off the shackles casually. This kind of thing was originally a decoration and couldn't trap him at all.

Just like the writer of the script, when he leaves the stage in person, he adds to himself a funny mask, he wears it if he wants to, and he doesn’t wear it if he doesn’t want to.

After taking off the shackles, Ryoma Xingji walked out of the unlocked cell door, his eyes were indifferent, ruthless, and majestic, like a lion or a python.

He walked into the dungeon and pushed open the bloody door.

Compared with other cells, this cell is more like a transfer station. There are all kinds of discarded blood-stained gauze and medical equipment in the cell.

There is also an iron door in the cell, which fits tightly without any gaps, and even the sound behind the door cannot be heard.

Without hesitation, Ryoma Xingji walked directly to the iron door, pressed a device on the iron door, and made a beeping sound.

After a while, the door opened.

The researcher with blood on his gloves opened the iron door, "Master."

Without saying anything more, the researcher turned around and walked inside, impatiently, it seemed that in his eyes, Ryoma Koji was completely inferior to what he was doing.

Ryoma Xingji was not angry, he closed the iron door and followed the researchers in front without haste.

I came to a spacious and bright space, where various sophisticated instruments were scattered all over, and researchers in protective suits were busy coming and going.

The lights all over the ceiling illuminate the whole space brightly.

Ryoma Xingji came to the most central position, a tall naked body was locked on the experimental table by a thick iron chain, and various liquid pipes connected this body.

Some lines of alchemy matrix can also be seen on the test bench, as if they were treating dragons.

The strong body is covered with scars, one after another. The wounds are very thin and long. They look like thin lines placed on the body. There is a scar on the face, from the corner of the eye to the edge of the mouth. Terrifying and hideous.

"It's a perfect masterpiece." Ryoma Xingji looked at the body, and the slight undulation of his chest showed that he was not dead yet.

But he was still on the verge of death. The various fluids given to him by the researchers here suppressed his body functions, and the constant blood pumping made his body on the verge of collapse.

"Prepare to use an emergency plan, and deal with it quickly." Ryoma Xingji's eyes flashed with regret and resentment, and he turned and left.

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)