lovenovelstory Chapter 45 Milk Dragon Family, how dare you enter?
Chapter 45 Milk Dragon Family, how dare you enter?
Lucien withdrew his finger from Luke's forehead.
The lingering pink shimmer on my fingertips seeped into my skin like water stains and disappeared.
He could feel a new connection being established.
Extending from the depths of Luke's consciousness, delicate yet firm, it eventually merges into the network within his body constructed by the pathway of "Artistic Joy."
The force will feed back along this connection, though faint, it is real.
Wow, Pepsi's turned into a pyramid scheme, huh?
He lowered his hand and began to scan the banquet hall.
Luke stood half a step to his side, his breathing still a little rapid, but his eyes had returned to that state of mixed awe and loyalty.
He began to introduce himself in a low voice, using concise language, with each name followed only by a family surname and the main industry focus.
"Diana Rockefeller Foundation and Art Trust".
"Michael Adams, eldest son, is in charge of East Coast port leasing business."
"James DuPont, Chemicals and Patent Pools"
Lucien listened without showing any expression.
These names and titles were both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
He felt familiar with it because he had seen it countless times in the family's internal briefings, but it felt strange because he had never been allowed to truly get involved in this circle.
He was the second son of the Alden family, a backup destined to be marginalized while his older brother Robert was still alive.
Until now.
His gaze continued to move, sweeping over the faces slumped in chairs, their faces flushed and their eyes unfocused.
Some people began to regain consciousness, but their movements were slow, as if they had just undergone major surgery.
They looked at him with lingering fear in their eyes, but even more so with an almost instinctive obedience.
Then Lucien saw that face.
Even amidst the chaos, the blonde hair retained a deliberately styled fluffiness.
His face was broad, with features that had an exaggerated, dramatic quality. It was twitching slightly, and there was a bit of saliva on the corner of his mouth.
Edward is reliable.
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"etc,"
He spoke, his voice clear as shattering glass in the silent hall.
"Are you Edward T.? How did you get here?"
There was no obvious sarcasm in his words, only pure confusion.
Edward opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He tried to sit up straight, but his arm slipped on the armrest of the chair, and he fell back down.
Luke took a half step forward, his lips almost touching Lucien's ear.
His voice was low, his breath warm:
"Young master, their family has been invited in. Because..."
The following words and phrases became a blur of breathy sounds.
As Lucien listened, a meaningful expression gradually appeared on his face.
He nodded slightly.
"Oh, I see."
He paused, then his gaze returned to Edward.
"Alright then."
He says,
"Let's find an opportunity to meet that person."
Edward's face paled, but he quickly forced a smile that was almost fawning, and nodded vigorously, the gesture being rather exaggerated.
Lucien stopped looking at him.
He turned around, facing everyone in the hall who was still sitting, and opened his arms.
"Alright everyone,"
He said the voice was so cheerful it sounded like an announcement that the party would continue.
"The banquet continues~"
He walked back to the head of the long table, sat down, picked up a clean silver fork, and poked at a pinkish-white piece of steak on his plate.
Put it in your mouth, chew it, and swallow it.
Nothing has changed.
Or perhaps, everything has changed.
Jack Bush sat at the other end of the long table, holding a knife and fork, but didn't move.
He stared at the food on the plate, then looked up at Lucien with a complicated expression.
There was fear.
Those three seconds, or longer?
His sense of time was in disarray; he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an abyss.
It's not a metaphor.
It's a real, physical sensation of falling: cold, dark, weightless, and unable to breathe.
That was the touch of death.
Then, the next second, he was pulled up and thrown into the other extreme.
Sunlight, warm current, every cell in my body is screaming to release dopamine.
hapiness?
No, it's more primal than pleasure. It's a physiological bliss that overwhelms all consciousness.
Now he sits here, holding a knife and fork, the steak on his plate still steaming.
He should eat. He must eat.
This is about decorum, a conditioned reflex trained from childhood. At the table, one must maintain elegance, chew twenty times, and remain silent.
But then he suddenly understood.
I finally understood the second brother who used to run around the mansion every day, scattering food everywhere, and then jumped off the third-floor balcony after taking a power-up.
Jack felt only anger, shame, and a sense of tarnishment of his family lineage.
Now he understands.
At that time, my second brother must have felt like he was flying.
Jack cut open the steak and put it in his mouth.
chew.
Swallow.
The tangy taste of communion surged in my mouth.
Other people in the hall were also eating.
His movements were mechanical, and his eyes were vacant.
No one spoke; only the soft clinking of silverware against porcelain plates and the occasional, suppressed, short gasps could be heard.
They still had fragments of Gundam on them.
It was spilled when Lucien was dancing.
Dark red Gundam debris clung to the suit collar, silk skirt hem, and even hair.
Nobody bothered to clean it.
Demeanor is no longer important.
In the Kingdom of God.
Luo Huan stared at the image in the bead and tilted her head.
"what?"
She uttered a short syllable,
"Yeah, this is really reliable, isn't it..."
She paused, as if searching for something.
Memories flashed by like turning the pages of a book.
"Oh~"
She drew out the sound.
"They're from the Milk Dragon family~"
But she quickly frowned again.
"But isn't this just Old Qian's little gathering? Could it be...?"
She didn't finish speaking.
My brain started to swell.
It's not a metaphor.
Her white-haired loli-like head really swelled up like a balloon, growing bigger and bigger, her silver hair was stretched out, her cheeks widened, and her eyes and mouth were squeezed to the center of her distorted face.
The enormous head lifted him up, making him sway in the void.
then!
Snapped!
My head is spinning.
No blood, no brain matter.
What exploded was a colorful halo, like a soap bubble.
After the halo dissipated, the original body shrank, reformed, and became a chubby white cat.
With a "plop," it fell into nothingness, like a puddle of cat sauce.
"Fun!"
Cat-chan spoke, it was still Luo Huan's voice, but with a meow at the end.
"If it's really like I think, that would be so much fun!"
It then rolled twice in mid-air, patted off non-existent dust with its paws, and stood up.
If that counts as a stand, it shakes its round head.
"But there's nothing interesting about it now."
She muttered,
"Let me see..."
The cat's eye turned to the side.
Four beads were suspended there.
Her gaze swept over the pink, blue, and green, finally settling on the dark red one.
"Oh ho!"
The cat's ears stood up.
"Pre-battle propaganda!"
The image inside the bead is changing.
The shift is from the decadent extravagance of the White Sand Bay Club to the smoke-filled plazas of Michigan.
Luo Huan brought the bead closer, her cat nose almost touching the surface.
"Hehe, speed up!"
She spoke softly, her red eyes reflecting the flickering dark red flame within the bead.
"Accelerate again!"