Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Ander countered with a question.

"You need some necessary disguise."

A strong sense of crisis arose in Ander's heart; he seemed to understand what Angers meant.

"Don't tell me you want to..."

Ang nodded, ignoring Ander's howl, and walked to the box next to him to take out a short, thick, black strip.

"You have to wear this braid..."

Angers wore a mischievous grin on his face, as if he had pulled off a prank.

"Don't even think about it!"

After a few minutes

A short, thick braid flew out of the cabin window, streaked across the sky, and fell into the sea with a splash.

Amidst the chaos of the ship's cabin, Ander stood in his room, loudly protesting Angers' offense against him.

"Let me tell you, I'd rather eat a hundred Deadpools than have a pig's tail attached to the back of my head."

Angers was somewhat helpless. Lu Shanyan was a revolutionary, and he also had a queue at the back of his head.

At this point, Angers still didn't understand how humiliating this pig's tail was to Ander, and could only advise:

"But in the Qing Dynasty, not having a queue was too conspicuous and would cause a lot of trouble."

But Angers forgot one thing: Ander wouldn't be afraid of such a small trouble.

"Then let's solve it with magic. I'm a dragon, am I supposed to cower in fear?"

"The Qing Dynasty is also a dragon, and Lu Shanyan's biggest dream is to slay this dragon."

Angers argued

"Tch... this fake dragon won't live for many more years."

Ander, who was familiar with history, dismissed Angers's claims.

After arguing for a while, Angers finally gave up on the idea of ​​having Ander wear a braid.

After tidying up the tables and chairs that had been messed up, the daily teaching session began.

As a warlock, although casting spells depends entirely on talent, and whether you can learn a spell depends entirely on whether your ancestors gave you food, you still need to know some essential knowledge.

So during these days, Ander has been trying to teach Angers some necessary knowledge.

"As mentioned last time, the goddess of magic, Mystra, transformed herself into a magical net, thus unifying all laws and severing the connection between heaven and earth..."

Ender tells strange historical stories in the tone of a storyteller, popularizing some common knowledge about his world.

Although his use of idioms was not standard and his historical accounts were not necessarily accurate, the customs and culture of this other world certainly broadened Angers' horizons.

"I never imagined there was a world where dragons and humans coexisted."

"Angers exclaimed."

"Isn't your world also a place where dragons and humans coexist?"

Andre reminded Angers that the world is not only inhabited by humans.

"You should understand what I mean. I mean peaceful coexistence."

Anders shook his head after hearing Angers' words.

"You should know that in my world, even benevolent dragons are not entirely for the good of humans; they are more often there to satisfy their own inner desires."

Some metal dragons believe they are born noble and should become protectors of humans.

Some metal dragons may become rulers of a country because of their wealth or power.

To humans, benevolent dragons are not necessarily kind; rather, it is simply that their methods of satisfying their desires align with human values.

Ander used his own race as an example.

“You should know that my fellow citizens have an uncontrollable desire to communicate, but they just treat those intelligent beings like tree stumps and tree holes, repeating the garbage they read in books over and over again.”

Angers was somewhat surprised by Ander's bluntness, and then asked...

"And what about you? How are you different?"

"I will think about it and then reread the trash talk I read back then over and over again."

"It sounds the same."

Ander shook his finger in rebuttal.

"No, no, no, it makes me seem more cultured than those guys."

Angers laughed out loud.

"You're also good at making fun of yourself."

"Yes, so I became a bard, and the dragons thought I was crazy."

Ander told the story, and Angers listened quietly, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility...

The calm before the storm.

Chapter Seventeen: Finally Arriving in China

How long does it take to travel from Europe to China?

This question has different answers at different points in time.

The answer to this question hundreds of years ago might have been one to two years.

If we wait another 70 years, the answer to this question will be a few days.

At this particular point in time, in 1900, the answer to this question was two months.

After two months at sea, Ander felt like his body was going to mold.

As a brass dragon, he prefers a dry environment.

Although the sea environment wouldn't make Ander sick, being in an environment he didn't like still made him somewhat listless.

In contrast, Angers adapted very well to this kind of traveling lifestyle.

Besides chatting with Ander, his favorite thing to do every day was to flirt with the young and beautiful girls at the ball. Angers always acted elegantly, completely different from his crazy attitude during the battle.

Sometimes, Ander would think about going back to his old ways, finding a few young girls, and having a heart-to-heart talk about life.

But this was the damn year of 1900, an era rife with racism, and whenever Ender wanted to go somewhere, he had to use charm or invisibility to hide himself.

Because in that era, Chinese people were the lowest class of beings. They were not even allowed to enter dance halls or restaurants, and could only be crammed into the lowest cabins like pigs and dogs, quietly waiting for the trip to end.

To be honest, if Angers hadn't desperately stopped them, half the people on the ship would have run naked and jumped into the sea. Therefore, during the latter half of the journey, Anders could only lie in his cabin and chat with Angers for a long time.

Now this damn trip is finally over. No more of that uncomfortable, damp sea breeze, no more of those damn white supremacists. Ender's ship is finally about to dock.

Ander stood on the ship's railing with his luggage, gazing at the ancient yet new empire before him.

Westerners in Western suits and Chinese people with queues were mixed together.

On one side is a giant ship made of steel.

On one side is a traditional-style building made of wood.

This style is so disjointed, as if it has mixed together creations from two different times and spaces.

"China, I'm back."

Ander silently recited it in his heart.

"I'm sorry that I came back at a time like this and saw your most disgraceful side."

Ander turned his head away, no longer looking at the thin migrant workers on the dock, and silently composed himself.

Angers came over and told Anze that they would be going through customs soon.

At that time, the Qing Dynasty's customs were managed by foreigners, so they would not make trouble for Ander over his hairstyle.

However, you are very likely to encounter problems after leaving customs.

Ander didn't care; sometimes the power of magic is omnipotent, especially when it comes to dealing with interpersonal relationships.

When you get hit by a fireball, you'll realize how important it is to speak calmly and rationally.

Angers, on the other hand, was determined to keep a close eye on Ander to prevent him from doing anything rash.

Perhaps because Angers' appearance matched the customs officer's aesthetic, the two did not encounter much resistance and passed through customs smoothly.

What's the next step?

Anders asked Angers.

"Go get some things."

Angers was not unprepared for this trip to China; on the contrary, he was very well prepared.

Not far from the port, a row of Western-style buildings stands out among the surrounding Chinese buildings.

He hurried to one of the Western-style mansions, took out the key, and opened the mansion's door.

"The Secret Service has not made many preparations in the Far East, and this mansion is one of its safe houses in Shanghai."

Angers explained.

"It looks alright, at least we have a place to sleep."

He raised his head and shook his finger.

"I've come to show you something good."

Ang led Ander to the basement of the mansion.

The mansion's basement was unexpectedly deep, with several hidden doors in the middle, and wooden crates piled up inside.

Angers took out a folding knife, pried open one of the rifles, and threw two rifles to Ander.

"Made in Germany, Mauser G98 rifle."

Not only that, Andrew picked up the oil lamp in his hand and lit up the basement.