Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Yes, the amount of information in the Dragon Script is too large, and it can even transmit images. Few people can stay clear-headed in that kind of information flow on their first try."

Angers looked at the monitor screen and jotted down a few names in his notebook.

The study of dragon runes was a new development brought about by Ander. With his magical ability to understand languages, the Secret Society's research on dragon runes reached a new level.

Angers looked at Zero, who was still fully conscious last night, with an appreciative gaze.

“Your daughter is quite good,” Angers nodded to Anton. “Perhaps we can give young people more opportunities.”

Anton scratched his head. He didn't really support Angers' decision. After all, as a commissioner, he knew that slaying dragons was no easy task. If possible, he thought it would be better to send the kid to the logistics department, where there would be less work and less danger.

"Don't worry, I'll take her with me on missions. You know yourself, a child like her won't be satisfied with just her parents' protection."

Angers comforted Anton, explaining that this Russian man had been in China for a long time and had found a daughter, which had made him more prone to worrying.

"Thank you, Principal Angers." Anton saluted Angers, for Angers' teachings were priceless.

While the two were chatting, Ander kept his eyes glued to the monitor screen. When he saw Lu Mingfei slam his fist on the table, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'm going to take this part and put it in a comedy compilation." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei and laughed so hard his shoulders shook a few times.

Angers looked at Lu Mingfei's uncontrollable scribbles on the paper, pushed up his glasses, and said:

"It seems our secret weapon is quite unique."

But Lu Mingfei's feeling was not so good. When he was trying his best to find the dragon-script words in the symphony, the music suddenly became quieter.

"Brother, we meet again."

Lu Mingfei shuddered at the sound of the voice, but was secretly delighted. It seemed that he was not without talent after all, but that he had just started to show it later.

“Fingal told me that I would see a bunch of messy lines in my psychic vision, but I didn’t expect it to be so clear.”

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw a familiar boy sitting at Zero's desk. When he saw Lu Mingfei looking over, the boy smiled and greeted him.

“Not necessarily. Once you enter a state of spiritual vision, you might see many interesting scenes.” The boy jumped off the table, and everything around him froze again as before. He walked over to Bradley and gently tapped his forehead.

The illusion shifted, and in an endless cotton field, a Black woman was giving birth. She groaned in pain as blood gushed from her lower body, bringing out a baby.

The woman lay there, staring blankly at the sky, in the blood-stained cotton field. She was too weak; the dark shadow of death had already descended.

The child was crying on the ground, and through the slits of his eyes, a faint yellow light could be seen.

"This is the ancestor of your classmate, the child of a white mixed-race slave owner and a black female slave."

The boy whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear.

The baby lay on the ground, his small chest rising and falling weakly, the bloody umbilical cord still attached to his dying mother.

The woman, barely clothed, turned her head with difficulty to look at the two people standing to the side. Her lips moved as if she were begging for something.

"Please...no..."

The woman mumbled a few words, and Lu Mingfei covered his mouth. This scene was still a bit too stimulating for a boy who had just come of age.

“She’s going to die…” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"No, they're all going to die, but if this baby dies, your classmate will... *smack*!"

Lu Mingze made a bubble-exploding motion with his hand, and then, as if by magic, produced an old parchment.

“But I can help her and let her son live, but the price…” He smiled and waved the parchment in his hand.

A bloody handprint suddenly appeared on the parchment, and then the entire piece of paper spontaneously combusted without wind, with a pillar of fire shooting into the sky and igniting the bone-white cotton next to it.

"Ah!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, "Bradley's ancestors are going to be burned!"

The fire was raging, and Lu Mingfei instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the flames bypassed them and rushed towards a magnificent manor in the distance.

The following scene unfolds like a fast-forwarded movie: in a plantation burned to the ground, a slave who narrowly escaped the horrific fire finds the child who survived unharmed in the blaze—this is the origin of Bradley.

"You... changed history?" Lu Mingfei recalled the scene just now, and his mind was filled with strange and bizarre movies.

“A tiny bit of strength, brother.” The boy turned around. “Perhaps you could call me something else, like ‘Lu Mingze.’”

“Lu Mingze doesn’t look like this. You need to be taller and fatter.”

Lu Mingfei complained that he could hardly imagine that one day his cousin's name would become a hot commodity.

“I am your brother, he is just an imposter.”

The boy's eyes looked like they could kill. Lu Mingfei believed that if Lu Mingze were here in real life, this boy would definitely squeeze him dry and burn him like a lantern.

"Alright, alright, so what do you want this time?" Lu Mingfei lacked trust in this guy who had suddenly appeared in front of him, but it seemed his exam results still depended on this "Lu Mingze."

"I'm here to provide special services for VIP clients like you. A trip to the past—don't you want to see the true face of your uncle?"

The boy reached out his hand to Lu Mingfei, his small hand carrying...

"Like Bradley seeing his ancestors?" Lu Mingfei involuntarily grabbed the boy's outstretched hand.

The next second, amidst a dizzying spin, Lu Mingfei found himself in a forest.

"Where is this?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Lu Mingze looked up at the sky and answered slowly:

"This is the forest near the Kassel estate in Germany, the place where your uncle first appeared."

Chapter 152 is... an angel

Lu Mingfei hadn't expected his 3E exam to be so complicated. He had thought he would see a bunch of messy lines and hear some language, some clear and some vague.

He only needed to fill in the answers in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, but now he seems to be being pulled by a little boy in a suit on a strange historical journey, asking the past about his bloodline.

"By the way... you're not some kind of spirit from the past, are you?" Lu Mingfei recalled the Christmas Carol he had read in the school library, which told the story of a miser who was dragged through time by three ghosts from the past, present, and future.

"No, I won't lecture you with any strange or profound principles. I'll only help you become stronger, brother."

Lu Mingze tilted his head back, seemingly waiting for something. Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, his neck twisted at an incredible angle, and his yellow-glowing vertical pupils stared intently at the bewildered Lu Mingfei.

"Everyone else just wants to use you, but you'll soon realize, brother, that the only person you can rely on is me."

Lu Mingfei felt uneasy under his gaze, scratched the goosebumps on his arm, and neatly changed the subject.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Mingfei asked. "You just said Uncle De is here, but I don't see him."

The little boy in the suit chuckled softly, his small, slender finger pointing to the sky.

“There,” Lu Mingze said softly. “He’ll be there soon.”

Lu Mingfei looked up, staring blankly at the sky, and involuntarily swallowed.

"I feel like I'm in a dream, and the past ten years or so have all felt like an illusion."

The atmosphere in the forest was subtle. Lu Mingze was still looking up and waiting, but Lu Mingfei started to speak. His nerves, which had been suppressed by the high-intensity training, inexplicably relaxed, and he wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Back in junior high, I always dreamed of being a peerless martial arts master or the heir to a powerful family, but the most remarkable thing I did in junior high was when I was kidnapped."

Lu Mingfei found a reasonably clean spot, plopped down, and began to confide in the boy in front of him, his voice very soft, almost like a murmur.

"As a result, I fell asleep in the kidnappers' car, and when I woke up, I was back at Uncle De's teahouse." Lu Mingfei recalled the events of that year, scratching his thigh.

"Looking back now, it's possible that Uncle De was incredibly resourceful and rescued me."

The past is always beautiful because we forget the unpleasant things. For Lu Mingfei, most of his happiest past experiences were related to Ander.

"Actually, Uncle De is a pretty good person, except he talks a lot, which has led me to learn a lot of nonsense from him." Lu Mingfei recounted the past days. Since his parents were not around most of the time, and his uncle and aunt did not care about him much, Ande had become his closest relative.

"Now Uncle De is telling me that he has actually lived for a long time, and that he is my great-great-uncle... or maybe my great-great-great-uncle. But I don't really care."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand. He was a very easygoing person, and this kind of thing was easy for him to accept.

“No, brother, he's hiding more than just that.” Lu Mingze, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. He walked to Lu Mingfei's side, leaned down, and whispered in his ear:

"Now, look up."

Lu Mingfei looked up and, through the gaps in the leaves of the tree canopy, saw a streak of yellow shooting star. It streaked across the sky, falling from the endless void to the earth.

"Come on, brother, let me take you to see what your uncle is hiding."

Lu Mingfei felt his arms being held up, and he was being lifted up by an irresistible force.

Pushing through the treetops and breaking through the obstruction of green leaves, Lu Mingfei clearly saw the yellow meteor, which was slowing down in a way that defied the laws of physics.

"This thing is slowing down... and getting smaller!" Lu Mingfei didn't care that he was flying. He looked at the meteor that was gradually changing and felt the magic of the world so clearly for the first time.

“He’s about to land.” Lu Mingze chimed in from the side, “Let’s go, brother, let’s go take a look.”

Lu Mingfei watched helplessly as the strange meteor crashed into a grove of trees, startling birds into flight, soaring into the sky amidst the dust and smoke.

The meteor was still some distance from the two of them. Lu Mingfei thought it would take a while even if they flew, but he found that he was moving very fast, like the light-footed skill of shrinking the distance in martial arts.

"So you're actually saying Uncle De is an alien?" Lu Mingfei recalled what had just happened. "Then will he transform into Ultraman?"

Lu Mingze remained silent, seemingly finding his question too naive.

"I'm not picky if I can transform into a Kamen Rider," Lu Mingfei retorted.

"You should see for yourself, brother."

The two arrived at the point where the meteor had landed. Lu Mingfei stood in the sky, looking at the mess on the ground.

"What... is this?" Lu Mingfei stared at it.

On that messy ground, a yellow ball of light was wriggling, looking like it had been heavily pixelated.

“This is a creature that does not belong to this world.” Lu Mingze looked at the creature below with complicated feelings. “You can’t see it clearly because it has just appeared in this world.”

"Ah..." Lu Mingfei exclaimed a few times, seemingly impressed but not quite understanding, "So Uncle De should be..."

Lu Mingfei was processing everything that was happening: the yellow-glowing meteor, the unknowable creature, the monster from another world. In his eyes, it all pointed to one conclusion.

"I understand! Uncle De, Uncle De, he..."

Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei with a wicked smile. As long as Lu Mingfei felt even a little fear of Ander, his mission for the day would be accomplished.

"...It's an angel!"

The smirk disappeared, and Lu Mingze subtly rubbed his temples. He realized that his brother's train of thought seemed to have gone awry.

"Isn't it a terrifying monster..." Lu Mingze coaxed.

"How could that be? It emits golden light. Anything that emits golden light is either an angel or a treasure. Of course, it could also be the food made by Little Chef."

“He doesn’t belong to this world…” Lu Mingze felt his throat go dry, even though he didn’t have a throat now.