"Sir, do you need a blanket?"

"Get one for me, thank you."

The old man's hair was gray and neat, and his gray eyes did not look old. He opened his mouth in Mandarin with some Henan accents, which surprised the flight attendant.

Lin Fenglong changed out of the bamboo cloth shirt he often wears in Beijing, wearing straight black trousers, and a long dark brown trench coat over the shirt, which looks a bit like an old hunting outfit.

He was searching for the traces of those two, but he didn't expect that a little person who was not in awe jumped on the stage, making him temporarily change his route and come to the United States. The hunter net is one of the key arrangements and cannot be disturbed.

Lin Fenglong bought a ticket to Florida, used a pseudonym, and then transferred by car after arriving. Only the Gattuso family knew of his movements.

After all, there are still people in the world who remember him, want to find Friedrich von Long, and then kill him in the most cruel way.

Today is September 23, 2010. It's a day to remember.

Lin Fenglong smiled and took the air-conditioning blanket handed by the flight attendant, and there was still a bit of the chic and flamboyant of his youth under the deep wrinkles.

The cold gray pupils looked through the porthole of the plane at the ancient country that was gradually shrinking and disappearing, and his thoughts went back to more than a hundred years ago.

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1890, Hamburg, Germany, Long family estate.

Andreas von Long was furious in the living room. He had just sold a set of Chinese porcelain that his father Ralph had purchased during his lifetime, but had only received 400 marks, and the estate's expenses were still difficult to maintain.

Ralph, his father, was knighted for his prowess in the Danish War 30 years earlier. Since then, he has finally been able to add a middle name of "von" to his name.

von has almost no practical meaning, but it seems to mean everything.

His rise comes from his own bloodline. In a considerable part of aristocratic circles, everyone knew about the existence of some kind of "noble blood", such as the famous Count of Kassel.

But Andreas did not inherit this bloodline, and his only son, Friedrich, did not have the noble golden eyes.

Ralph was a man of great vanity. In just a few years, like the great aristocrats, he bought estates, bought slaves, and filled the newly built cellars with cheap red wine.

Because his son did not inherit his bloodline, after the death of his mother, Ralph completely ignored the existence of his family and spent his days at "high society" drinking parties and dances.

In 1884, when Friedrich was just 12 years old, Ralph died in an inexplicable duel between gentlemen, his head was bounced open with a shotgun, and noble blood could not save him.

"Long", a newborn aristocracy, seems to have ushered in the end after only 20 years. The sheer size of the estate, the recruitment of servants, only means greater expenses.

By the time he had to dispose of the manor, that noble middle name would become a disgrace that he had to carry.

Andreas has suffered from lung disease since childhood and has been ill and weak for more than twenty years. After Ralph's death, his wife abandoned him. He was powerless to revive the decaying manor, and his son, Friedrich, was a waste.

He hated to communicate with people, and had no interest in hunting, musical instruments, and dances that were popular among the aristocracy, but was obsessed with history and antiques.

He was particularly fascinated by the antiques and books from China that his grandfather Ralph bought when he was rich. Friedrich communicated with his servant Alexander much more than with his father.

"Alexander, help me transcribe the text on page 11."

Andreas was furious in the living room, then began to wheez, coughing violently due to lung disease. And Friedrich was used to it, and only asked Alexander to help in his study, sorting out and translating ancient books.

"Yes sir."

Alexander was tall and had a square, serious face. Friedrich favored this servant because he had been educated for several years, could write, was good at imitation, and had a very strong wrist.

Alexander carefully flipped through the ancient books on his desk and found what appeared to be Chinese square characters. Friedrich was a man of considerable talent, having taught himself to write Latin and Greek through books, and more recently to learning Chinese characters.

"Alexander, how is the young Chinese you took in not long ago?"

A month earlier, he had found a dirty passenger on the side of the road outside the port of Hamburg in poor physical condition.

Alexander took him in at the behest of the young master. A young man in his early twenties, the man had a handsome face, but his dark pupils lacked some brilliance.

Because of the language barrier, it took me a long time to realize that he was from China, and he had been adrift for a long time before coming here due to various changes.

Lee left after resting. He learns German very quickly and his surname is 'Lee'. He couldn't write Chinese characters and couldn't come to help.

Before leaving, he left this, the things he had been carrying, to give to the young master. ”

Alexander handed the boy a rectangular silver sign, and Friedrich was pleasantly surprised. This is supposed to be an antiquity, with two columns of square characters engraved on the silver plaque.

It wasn't long before the boy began to learn Chinese characters, otherwise he would have discovered that these two columns of characters were actually Taoist mantras.

Alexander quietly looked at the young man who was immersed in research, and a faint golden light appeared in his eyes. Both of them in the study were studying, the boy learning the language and the human being.

A month ago.

When he opened his eyes again, the confusion in his brain finally dissipated considerably.

He may have been sealed again, and the world in front of him has passed for an unknown number of years, and he still has not found any trace of his master.

A human shook his hand in front of His eyes, the disgusting smell of humanity. It's not black hair and black eyes, and most of the people around me are not.

His heart sank, and when he woke up again, he was in a foreign land.

The young man behind Alexander looked at him, curious about this rare and exotic appearance. This human being, at the behest of his master, carried him on his back and wanted to send him somewhere.

He instinctively opened the Mirror Eye, which was the Spirit of Speech that He knew and loved the most. After a long time, he knew that this was no longer the time of the dragons.

In order to find and rescue his master, he must first hide himself and learn to imitate human actions.

Most of the time, he didn't say a word, pretending to be an ordinary young man, and he watched Alexander carefully with the spirit of speech and understood the current times.

Learn, imitate. The master had praised him for being the most talented in this area except for the noble earthly python.

Finally, a week earlier, Alexander had called him to the port to help carry his things, and it was raining dimly on the dock at dusk.

The servants carefully carried the wooden boxes containing spices and bacon, which were also high-end goods for the old man's family.

Walking to the alleyway not far from the manor, Alexander turned back to greet the young man surnamed Li, and the sharp bone spurs pierced his throat.

The youth stared at Alexander, who was lying in the rain, whimpering and unable to speak. His hair and pupils began to change color, and his body grew taller and slowly shaped into Alexander's form.

He put on Alexander's clothes, spoke fluent German, imitated his accent, and recalled his movements. Finally, the human is torn apart and thrown into the sewers.

From this day forward, He is Alexander. This kind of appearance makes it easier to integrate into human society than the original appearance of a foreigner. But it's not enough.

In the study, Alexander used his mirror pupils to collect information about Friedrich. A descendant of a half-breed aristocracy, he hates sociability, loves archaeology and history. This identity is very useful.

Two weeks later, in the middle of the night, Andreas in the living room was reading the newspaper and drinking hot tea that warmed his lungs.

On the right side of the cover of the newspaper is a handsome and tall young man, Count Menek Kassel, who is less than 20 years old.

In the black-and-white photographs, he is in high spirits, meeting Wilhelm II as a fine young nobleman and a young envoy who is about to travel to various countries.

It's really enviable.

Andreas suddenly began to cough violently, and the tea spilled. He coughed unstoppable until blood splattered and his throat ached like a knife.

"Fried! Alexander! ”

In the thunder, he didn't know if anyone heard his cries for help.

In the quiet study, the bright electric lights are turned on and off from time to time, and the ancient books are sometimes bright and sometimes gloomy.

Friedrich lay limply on his desk, his eyes glazed blank. The nerve in his cervical spine was severed, and he also had an extremely thin puncture hole in the back of his head.

Blood snaked slowly on the tabletop, flowing on the old silver sign.

He was given a new name.

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