Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Disneyland

“Congratulations to both of you. The serial numbers of these two discount coupons are lucky numbers that were drawn to receive the VIP day trip service,” the greeter in a Donald Duck costume raised his hand, welcoming Lu Chen and Erii. What he said made Lu Chen freeze?

We won the lottery?

No way, I’ve never had this sort of gambling luck since I was a kid, whether it was my past life or current life.

He looked at Erii beside him and wondered if she had what Senior Brother Finger called SSS-tier luck.

But the fact that they won was a great thing. The VIP lane allowed them to avoid the queue, and the reason Lu Chen didn’t like coming to such places before was largely because of this.

Under the enthusiastic guidance of the staff, he and Erii went on the tour bus.

As he got into the bus, he glanced sideways and sent a warning look towards certain people in the distance.

He knew that the Japanese branch was wary of the headquarters agents, and starting from the time he left home in the morning, he detected people watching everywhere he went.

Originally, he put up with it. They didn’t bother them anyway. If they wanted to look at them, then so be it.

But these people grew more and more numerous, the people surveilling him kept increasing.

He thought, it’s true that we’re here to demonstrate our might, but it doesn’t mean that I’ll cause trouble in the city. I’m not a high-risk hybrid.

Now that he was at Disneyland, he wanted to relax and have some fun in these “modern” entertainment facilities, not be watched by a bunch of eyes, maybe even photographed.

What if word gets out to the college?

He could think of what would happen if Finger got wind of it. The Information Department would have some work to do.

An afternoon had passed, and Lu Chen was very satisfied with Disneyland.

But certain rides felt boring, like roller coasters, pirate ships, drop towers and stuff, not exciting at all.

Maybe his own body was just too insensitive, but the girl next to him seemed to have little reaction either. After the roller coaster made a few turns, she would just expressionlessly raise her little notebook, “Again.”

Erii did seem to be quite happy, although Lu Chen didn’t see her smile, he felt that the air around her had changed, becoming a lot more lively.

“Here,” Lu Chen handed a strawberry ice cream cone to Erii, who was sitting on the bench. Erii was currently holding two balloons: Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse. Erii seemed to like them very much.

Seeing how Erii reached out her hand, but didn’t open it, Lu Chen understood that the other person wanted him to help her hold a balloon so she had a free hand to eat the cone.

But Lu Chen wanted to vent, girl, can’t you just hold both balloons in one hand?

Though he said that inwardly, he still took the Mickey Mouse balloon, and Erii took the cone.

“It’s a bit cold,” Lu Chen reminded. It was winter now, and he had only remembered that after buying the wrong thing.

Because of his physique, he didn’t care what he ate during hot or cold weather as long as it was tasty. But, for the average person to eat ice cream in winter was too much, right

“I’ll go get you a cup of hot milk tea,” Lu Chen got up, preparing to buy it, after he realized this, but he stopped in his tracks, because the girl pulled the corner of his coat, the palm of her hand still clutching the Donald Duck balloon rope.

Erii shook her head gently, then stretched out her pink tongue and gently licked the ice cream cone, vapor rising out from her cherry blossom lips, a clear indication of the winter cold.

“I’m not to blame for tomorrow’s tummy ache,” Lu Chen laughed and shook his head as he sat down, and the two sat on the bench like this and rested.

Neither of them said anything, and other than the rattling of the rides around them, only the sound of Erii biting into her cone could be heard. The sunset slanted, its warm light falling on the girl. Time seemed to have lengthened, as if not wanting to continue flowing in this quiet atmosphere.

In the evening, Disneyland also had a float parade. Again, Erii was very lucky to draw a medal, and they were invited on the float by Mickey Mouse to dance hand-in-hand together.

They may have been the clumsiest parade dancers ever, and even though Milana and other Lionheart members trained him to dance in preparation for important occasions in the future, he could only be considered a half-assed dancer, and even more so for Erii, as she only knew the shrine dance.

The two awkwardly moved on the float, and the audience around them cheered them out, laughing good-naturedly. Lu Chen looked at Erii, and suddenly burst out laughing as well, because the other swung her hand too hard down, causing the Donald Duck balloon to hit her head.

Lu Chen suddenly felt very childish, but this was the first time he was so happy since he came to this world.

There was no Space mission, no Secret Party mission, in his eighteen years of life, it was the first time he played for the sole purpose of playing, having a lively time with other people in a place like this.

This was… something he had wished for his whole life.

At this time, fireworks erupted, colorful streaks of light illuminated the sky, illuminating the faces of young boys and girls. The sky was lit up with large hearts, as if dyeing red the faces of people.

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[Translator – cheiftanin]

[Proofreader – Karane]

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In the distance, an employee hidden in the dark wearing a Donald Duck costume plucked off their “head.” If a child saw this scene, they would surely develop some sort of childhood trauma.

“Donald Duck” painstakingly took off her costume and took a deep breath of fresh air, her proud figure heaving, conspicuous even in the dim light. A pair of long legs glistened with sweat.

“The work that the Boss assigns is so inhumane,” She certainly wasn’t complaining to herself, as there was another woman inside the hotel listening to her spew her grievances.

“It’s all thanks to him for thinking of this, tsk tsk. It’s a pity that you had to keep that pair of long legs hidden in that costume. If those children’s fathers knew that inside Donald Duck was such a hot body, no doubt a bunch of them would try to hug you,” the woman who was sitting in front of the computer grabbed a chip and said.

“You say this as if I were naked. I’m wearing clothes underneath okay? What the hell is Boss doing this time? It’s one thing to make us come to Japan, but to make us in charge of doing matchmaking for monsters?” The long-legged beauty took out the long-prepared set of clothes and changed into it, complaining, “Say, isn’t the Yamata-no-Orochi doing enough already? Why are we needed, anyway?”

“Yamata-no-Orochi? They’re only good for fighting the Mou Kishu. In the case of romance between the two sexes, they can only rely on us, hm,” the woman in the hotel said.

“Change that phrase. Romance between the two sexes sounds lewd as hell,” the long-legged beauty muttered.

“Heh, it’s all the same,” the woman eating chips said and paused, “Simply put, the boss thinks someone is in his way, but this time he wants us to use a more moderate means to resolve this. That is, to find a way to keep the target in Japan.”

“But why the Uesugi clan head? The girl seems to be very young at heart. Isn’t the boss too good at picking people, hm?” Potato chip girl continued.

“Heh, the boss’s thoughts are hard to guess, but I guessed right on one thing. Monster and monster is the perfect match,” said the long-legged beauty.

“But it’s hard for a monster and another monster to develop feelings.”

“I initially thought the same, but I feel like it was surprisingly a very effective result today. Had we not gotten involved, maybe the Yamata-no-Orochi could’ve handled it themselves,” the long-legged beauty walked up the road, looking towards the disappearing float and the sky sprinkled with fireworks. At this moment, Disneyland looked like a fairytale kingdom.

And the prince and princess that were being carried by the float into the fairytale castle would never have thought that this was all arranged. The boss’s script never failed to perform, just like fate.

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