Chapter 947: NO．70: Long-awaited (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of Àodìnǔsī Zhīyǎn Jī)

NO．70: Long-awaited (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of Àodìnǔsī Zhīyǎn Jī)

Just like the traditional tale of a hero and princess.

The dragon wielder who commands strange power, the princess bearing royal blood—each harbors a naive affection.

But before that feeling could blossom and bear fruit, they must face the trials that come with their respective positions.

The principle that monsters and humans cannot coexist.

This was already revealed as early as five thousand years ago.

——

On the left, Shānzhōng Lì; on the right, Shīmǎ; behind them follow Chén and Mǎkèsī.

Bǎoduōzhī Jiāng's procurement team is truly luxurious, and this is all thanks to everyone's 'blessing'.

Not only is it the Shīmǎ team and the Gǔlìtè Qíshì Tóngméng alliance, but also the result of an entire monster eugenics ideology joining the meal, which will only end up eating your household's rice clean.

Even if some people still feel guilty, know how to share expenses, and even know to go help in the kitchen.

But things like the procurement process are still quite troublesome.

At times like this, it's certainly not Bǎoduōzhī Jiāng's turn to say something like 'Really sorry for making you shop with me'; everyone just needs to quickly nod and bow, saying thank you for your open‑mindedness, and that's already good enough.

Bǎoduōzhī Jiāng is indeed an exceptionally open‑minded person.

When everyone first gathered and hoped to stay overnight, instead of refusing she was delighted, even running to tell her daughter, 'How about we open a guesthouse?'

It's not hard to see that she quite enjoys liveliness.

The quiet, deserted secondhand shop usually has only the owner and some still items; it's extremely rare to have this kind of energy.

Watching that noisy crowd, and seeing her daughter there—earnest, happy, or stern—makes one feel that her high‑school‑aged daughter might already be more mature than her college‑aged son.

That is indeed a worthwhile experience.

Besides that, there are also several young people with similarly good hearts, who look dissolute and fierce but turn out unexpectedly enthusiastic about something, and even that foreign ghost… no, even Mr. Aomo can pick up on elders' topics that young people neither like nor can discuss, even though he looks like he's still in college.

They really are a quite special bunch of people.

It seems they are plotting something quite special.

Getting along with them, I occasionally feel that I myself have become much younger.

I have returned to that… age when one fantasizes about encountering something out of the ordinary one day and embarking on an extraordinary journey.

However, compared to that renewed vitality, there is now another more direct stimulus that can instantly excite her.

For example……

Hokkaido product exhibition.

If it were held in the Dōngyán region, it would be equivalent to a local trade fair, always able to bring out fresh foods and ingredients rarely seen in daily life.

Among them are not lacking rare treasures.

It causes her expression to instantly turn grave and serious, as if even a slight delay would bring unforeseen consequences.

"Hurry over there! Xiao Li! Max‑san!"

"Okay."

"Ah… okay!"

As if she had no hope for the skinny bamboo pole (Shīmǎ) and the child (Chén), the housewife who was to procure food for everyone simply led the shut‑in (Shānzhōng Lì) and the big guy (Mǎkèsī) running far off.

The two former teammates were left behind, staring at each other in silence.

"Where do you want to go?" Shīmǎ asked.

Aomo can sense Chén's special nature, as could the leader of the previous generation of dragon wielders.

"Over there." Chén raised his hand; the direction he pointed left Shīmǎ startled, then he helplessly scratched his head.

"Isn't this the same direction we took with the boss?"

——

A product exhibition sounds rich in variety, but with the prefix 'Hokkaido' added, under those simple signs that are set up, it is basically all kinds of seafood.

Octopus, squid, shellfish, and the ever‑common fish, shrimp, and crab.

Nevertheless, even when broken down, it can still be dazzling; seeing Chén glance over, yet Shīmǎ shaking his head, he instead followed his own preference, scanning downward and heading toward the food that had once let him barely get by under the bridge.

Crab.

Besides its meaning of scraping by, it also carries earlier memories.

Compared with those problematic, small river crabs of the past, the sea crabs fit for display naturally have a fairly large size and good appearance, far more capable of evoking his past memories than those little things.

It is likewise worth the vendor loudly hawking.

"Come, come, come, take a look, take a look, Hokkaido expo~!"

"Fresh sea flavors from the northern lands, luxurious meats, top‑tier desserts without number, a rare opportunity—taste all of Hokkaido's charm~!"

With a hint of subtle accent in the hawking voice, each utterance reaching the ears can cause the lackluster azure pupils to contract slightly.

In that incredulous tension, slowly lifting his head, he finally made out the figure wearing a straw hat and, covered by that distinctive face‑covering sash, hiding the front of the face.

That posture was exactly as remembered.

And Chén, standing beside him, had already spoken:

"Long time no see, Princess."

The boy's tone remained as flat as usual.

It made the girl's hawking words pause slightly, then she lifted the sash: "Oh dear, it really has been a long time, Chén."

She said with a smile; although her face showed genuine surprise, she still spoke like an acquaintance met by chance, her tone relaxed and natural.

By comparison, a certain man's performance just wasn't up to par.

"... Princess?"

"Huh? What's wrong, Shīmǎ?"

Indeed, he could not understand their plainness; faced with this dream-like reunion, Shima's heart surged like stormy waves, yet he only stirred his throat, uttering a few difficult words:

"What are you doing… in this kind of place…?"

"What… Hokkaido Exhibition?" He raised his hand, turned sideways, displaying the sign beside him that read 'Northern Taste'; the one called the Princess responded to the literal meaning.

With her such a slightly large-scale movement, her outfit full of ethnic traditional style also became visible.

That attire was completely from five thousand years ago, making her presence here even more unbelievable.

"But this… actually could be alive in this era… and see you."

After all, the Princess is absolutely not a dragon rider.

Whether longevity or resurrection, it's not something ordinary people can achieve.

But she indeed exists here, making Shima want to believe, and he must believe.

Even if he had once had a similar experience in a dream.

Very afraid.

Very afraid that this is still a dream.

Five thousand years of death is but an instant to the deceased.

To Shima, the past of betraying his companions and yet also dying, when recalled, feels like just a matter of one or two years ago.

Rather than being ancient history from five thousand years ago.

Longing never ceased, memory never faded.

Precisely because of that, on the contrary, he didn't know what to say.

He naturally is not adept at such situations, and has never accumulated such experience.

Compared to him, however, the other party could be considered extraordinarily gifted:

"Hey! Haven't seen you in five thousand years!"

Like an energetic, lively girl, she raised her fair little arm, clenched her fist and held it before her; seeing this gesture, he also involuntarily raised his hand, holding it in the same pose before him.

For a moment, the scene resembled some Ultraman meeting; when unable to speak, they would shake hands, bump fists, or bump arms as a substitute for verbal greeting.

But even so, it was an absentminded manner; on the contrary, it required the other party to initiate contact.

Thus, naturally, the female side erupted: 'I say! Shima, you're way too gloomy!'

"Gloomy… I… am I really that gloomy?"

"Hmm, extremely gloomy!"

"Well, that… is…"

"Look, it's too gloomy~"

The man, unsure how to explain, and the lively, energetic one went behind him, raised a hand to push aside his red sunglasses, and covered his eyes.

Under Chen's indifferent gaze, the man and woman who hadn't seen each other in five thousand years engaged in the man's overly fussy interaction, so he turned his gaze to his own chest.

There, the nitpicking monster Gakura, invisible to others, was quite satisfied with the current emotional atmosphere, happily feasting.

But also in the meantime, he would unconsciously raise his head to look at the sky.

And just as the direction taken care of business by a swindler fell into the 'rip-off trap,' Shima, who was waiting for the other party to write him a receipt, also received a bleak communication alert.

【Please take the woman before you and leave the current location, Mr. Shima】

"?" Such a clear message made him unconsciously look around and even raise his head, whereupon he saw a black silhouette on the roof of a building diagonally behind.

Moreover, he saw on the clouds directly above, familiar circuit-board-like patterns repeatedly flowing, indicating the opening of a teleportation portal.

This made him immediately turn his head: 'Chen!'

Without a JUNK computer in front, it wasn't very convenient for him to directly transform into the Dyna Tyrannosaurus form.

You first take the Princess and leave.

Chen said calmly, as if he had long known this would happen.

That is a very special monster, perhaps harder to deal with.

Oh~ you guys are just like before.

First, don't worry about this, Princess, please come with me!

Shima grabbed her hand urgently, after all, according to his memory, that counterpart often a bit spacey, might at this moment be worrying about stalls, crabs, etc…… such an action is not impossible, and he had already prepared to forcibly take her away.

But the result was that the counterpart merely stared at him for two seconds, then simply replied:

"... Okay."