Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 297: The Reincarnation of the Royal Blood (Part 3)
"Could it be that someone in the family deceived my brother?" Yuan Zhinu looked at Yuan Zhisheng. He had never liked the Eight Clans of Sheqi.
"I don't think it's possible." Gen Chisei shook his head. "I remember that they were going to draw blood for Eri, so they included me in the test. It was done in front of me and the blood was sent directly to the testing room. The results came out very quickly, within an hour, and the person in charge came over and whispered the results in my ear. In such a short time, why would they lie to me on purpose about something like this?"
Ange thought for a long time, piecing together the information so far in his mind bit by bit, and tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.
"The bloodlines of the three inner families have shown signs of decline since a long time ago. Under such circumstances, the eight Sheqi families should also find a way to do something. Think about it carefully, old man. Their measures should not be limited to finding eight beautiful girls to be your wives. Relying solely on natural reproduction is the most difficult method. There must be some artificial intervention involved." Angé gave his conclusion.
"It's true that they did more than just find some wives for me. Japan at that time was still very traditional. Except for the women in brothels, the women in society were still ashamed to talk about it. But my wives would imitate European women, with big wavy hair and wear short skirts and high heels, and would take a bath with me in a Roman-style bath. They would also secretly put aphrodisiacs in the wine I was going to drink, and they were thinking about seducing me all day long." Uesugi Yue's face was full of aftertaste. It seemed that as a movie emperor, he was also a reliable man. He really enjoyed the feeling of having a harem. Thinking about it now, those girls who accompanied him back then were all very attractive without makeup, and each of them was no worse than Maria Ozawa on TV today.
Yuan Zhisheng remained calm and sat upright. After hearing the previous story, he still respected this gangster senior. Although there were 40 to 50 years between them, according to the saying that there was a generation gap of 10 years, the generation gap between them was not small. Now more and more things were exposed. The emperor was actually a pervert and murderer. This didn't seem to be something that was completely unacceptable... After all, he was not the only pervert in the family.
"No one wants to hear about your erotic past! What we want is other more important information!" Angé really couldn't stand this old frivolous guy. To be honest, this lecherous old man who still watches AV in his old age would actually say that he never wanted to have children in his life. Angé really didn't believe it.
"Okay, okay, let me think about it, let me think about it carefully." Uesugi Yue had no choice but to admit defeat and raised his hands in surrender, signaling Angers to stay calm. "You know, those were all many years ago. It takes time to recall them."
Human memories are a very wonderful thing. Many memories always pop up inadvertently. When you want to actively look for them, it is not that easy. Uesugi Yue held a cigarette in his mouth and crossed his arms, looking up at the roof of the stage car where the starry sky was not visible. The mist from the noodle pot was stained with a lot of water vapor. After accumulating, it was always easy for a few drops to fall down and land on his forehead or nose tip. This was inevitable on rainy days when the stage car had to be fully enclosed.
"Now that you mention it... I seem to vaguely remember that our family's army had an agreement with the Germans." Uesugi Yue said slowly.
"What agreement?" Angers asked impatiently.
"As everyone knows, World War II greatly promoted the development of science, and the Germans stood out in it. The Academy of Sciences of the Third Reich gathered many outstanding talents from all walks of life. Among them, the mustache convened many biologists to analyze and compare the genes of various races in the world, trying to prove that the Aryans were the best and provide a scientific disguise for the massacre of Jews. Therefore, the family donated some genes to the Germans, including the bloodline of the inner three families. I remember that my blood sample was also collected."
"I can't imagine that the Sheqi Eight Families, who had guarded this secret for so many years, actually handed it over to the Germans in that era," said Yuan Zhinv.
"Maybe the old men are getting impatient," said Uesugi Yue. "At the time, Germany was still our ally. The family was eager to use the technology and brains of the Third Reich to find a way to evolve their bloodline. After all, at that time, they dared to say they were first and no one dared to say they were second. Everyone wanted to use scientific methods to crack the mystery of the dragon clan. In fact, it's not just the ghosts. There are also people in the family who want to evolve into dragons. Dragons are the most perfect creatures in the world and have the power to change the world."
"Did the Germans succeed?" asked Yuan Zhisheng.
"I'm not sure, because the Soviet Red Army later entered Berlin and our contact was cut off. I don't know how far they have progressed. Considering that the Americans and the Soviets later divided up a lot of the Third Reich's legacy, I think whether they have any achievements or not, they will most likely be taken away by others." Uesugi Yue took a puff of his cigarette, "If you really have the bloodline of the orthodox inner three families, I think this is the only possibility."
"If we follow this statement, then everything makes sense." Anger nodded. "According to Tachibana Masamune, the Lenin sailed from an unnamed port in Siberia. We can boldly assume that there were mixed-race officers in the Soviet Red Army. When they saw the German research results, they immediately understood its importance and secretly transported all of these things away. The vast uninhabited zone of Siberia is a good place to hide them."
When saying these words, Angers vaguely thought of a familiar surname, Alexander. That family had been on the board of directors of Kassel College for a long time. They had injected funds since the college was first established, so he had to list them as suspects.
"Tachibana Masamune? If I remember correctly, he should be the head of the current Snake Eight Families." Uesugi Yue was a little curious, "What is the Lenin?"
"Although you have left the underworld, you are still paying attention to them." Ange smiled faintly, "You don't need to know these things. It's not good for you. A ramen chef doesn't need to care about national affairs."
"They are my enemies. I have to be careful, lest some gangster come to my shop one day, put a gun to my head and ask if my name is Uesugi Yue." Uesugi Yue shrugged, "But you are right, I hate that place, I hate the gang. I am as old as I can be, and the thing I want most is to live a good life in my old age. Even if the Dragon King goes berserk tomorrow, it has nothing to do with me. If the sky falls, there are heroes like you to hold it up. As long as I hold my honey pot and crawl, I can live a few more years."
"If you want to be called the worst emperor in the history of the Snake Eight Clan, you really deserve it."
"Thank you, the worst emperor!" Uesugi Yue said with a smug look on his face. "I've already booked a flight to Paris, ready to stay out of the spotlight. The White King is about to revive, and staying here will not end well. If I see in the news that Tokyo suddenly sinks into the sea due to an inexplicable natural disaster, or a huge unknown monster invades Tokyo, I will ask the bartender for a glass of whiskey on the rocks, drink it in one gulp, and then say, "Anger-kun! Come on!"
"Since you are ready to run away, do you mind providing me with more information?" Angers stood up with a smile, took a knife from the cutlery rack and slapped it on the table.
"Are you going to kill me to silence me?" Uesugi Yue crossed his arms and dodged backwards, "Not really? Who will serve you ramen with boiled eggs if you kill me?"
"I just want to borrow some blood. Just put your hand out." Angé took out an ampoule from his pocket. No one expected that he would carry such a thing with him. Maybe it was to make it convenient to collect some dragon blood when he encountered a dragon.
Uesugi Yue had no choice. He knew that when Angers wanted to do something, others had to obey, so he reluctantly handed his hand over. Angers cut Uesugi Yue's finger with a table knife, squeezed out all the blood, put it into the ampoule tube and sealed it.
"And yours." Angers looked at the two brothers.
"Are you going to compare our blood samples?" Yuan Zhinv understood immediately.
"That's right." Ange handed them the ampoule, meaning that they should do the surgery and install it themselves. "This is the only way to confirm your true origins and my speculation. If possible, there is even a certain probability that you are test-tube babies created with the genes of this old man."
Uesugi Yue was stunned, he had not thought of this, but Angers words reminded him that these children who had no clear origins but were proven to have the orthodox bloodline of the three inner families might really be the descendants of the genes that were given to the Germans that year.
Genjiro and Genjiro were also stunned, and they looked at each other at the same time. It was not known whether it was the effect of Angers' words or psychological self-comfort, but at this moment when their eyes met, everyone felt that the other person looked a little familiar.
"You...what are your names?" After a moment's silence, Uesugi Yue asked, pursing his lips. He seemed unable to control his emotions. Although the matter had not been concluded yet, he couldn't help himself when he thought of such a possibility.
He has been living an ascetic life for so many years. He even rejected the flattery of the lady at the izakaya he often visited, suggesting that the two old guys form a family so that they can be taken care of. He didn't want to have offspring. People with royal blood are born with the curse of the White King, and there will never be a good ending.
But when he heard that the young man in front of him might be his child, he still got excited. How have they been doing these years? What kind of life is it in the family? Is it as bad as he was back then? Does he have a girlfriend? At this moment, he had a lot of questions to ask, but he found that he still didn't know the names of these two young people.
"Yuan Zhisheng, the current head of the Sheqi Eight Clan."
Yuan Zhisheng looked into Uesugi Yue's eyes. He actually didn't like to call himself that, but the man in front of him might be his father, and he was also the head of the family. As a son, he should go home with pride and say to his father, "I am your successor now!" Just like now.
"Yuan Zhinu." Yuan Zhinu smiled, "I don't have a prominent status like my brother. I'm just a very beautiful gigolo."
Few people can say they are beautiful when introducing themselves, because they are easily laughed at or regarded as narcissists. But Yuan Zhinu is really qualified to introduce himself in this way. He is sitting here smiling, as feminine as a girl. If he changes into another look, he can directly hold Yuan Zhisheng's arm. The two brothers give people completely different impressions.
"If, I mean if." Shang Shanyue was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak. "If you are really my children... can I still be considered your father?"
Betraying his family was something that Uesugi Yue never regretted. He once thought that he would never bow down to anyone in his life. But when he knew that he might have two more children, a string that had been taut in his heart seemed to break. Both Minamoto Chisei and Minamoto Chino were from the family, and they were probably taught to be loyal to the family since childhood. Uesugi Yue didn't know whether these two children would hate him.
"Are you talking about the past events at the shrine? To me, the family is just a place where I have to shoulder my responsibilities. I have met many people living in poverty here. I have received your kindness, so I have no choice but to repay you with all my strength. As for the past events, I think they have nothing to do with me. Every year when I go to the shrine, I just take a closer look at the torii gate that has never been repaired. I am curious about what happened here in the past. Now I know."
Gen Chisei had always been very calm, because he had experienced the betrayal of Tachibana Masamune, whom he had once regarded as his father. After being hurt once, it was difficult for him to get excited when things were not settled.
"I'm a traitor to my family," Minamoto Chino shrugged, "and I was once the leader of the demons. In that respect, I'm the same as you. How can people of the same kind hate people of the same kind?"
"Maybe he really is my son. He sounds a lot like me." Uesugi Yue smiled for the first time since they met. The wrinkles on his face were shaking with joy, like a child who saw a mountain of candy and was at a loss as to what to do.
He lowered his head and began to feel around inside the counter. He had to show some appreciation when meeting his son, so he placed the last bottle of the treasured wine on the table and new wine glasses on the desk. To drink good wine, one must have qualified tools. No one had expected that there were silverware from Kansai hidden in the cart. It was probably something he stole when he left the shrine.
"Don't eat those noodles, I'll make new ones!"
Uesugi Yue took away everyone's unfinished ramen without explanation, tied his turban again, and began to grind abalone by hand. The best thing he could offer now was the abalone ramen he was good at. As a possible first meeting gift, it was a bit shabby. However, Gen Chisei and Gen Chijo didn't seem to want to refuse. Their eyes were hazy as they watched the old man working hard. Their eyes were so clear, and they didn't look like people who came out of the underworld at all.
