Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

There were about a dozen Japanese samurai swords, their blades gleaming coldly as they slid out of their sheaths.

"This is?"

"The spoils of war are all alchemical swords and blades."

Ander casually picked up one of them and drew the knife.

"Look, this is called Murasame. When blood gets on the blade, rain will seep out."

With a forced smile, Ander brandished his katana, slicing through the air with a whistling sound. He then casually tossed Murasame aside and picked up another katana.

“I really like this knife. I call it Village Fire because flames come out of the knife. Ah Hao was killed by this thing.”

With a twist of his wrist, Ander's samurai sword burst into flames, which cast shadows of varying sizes on Ander's face.

“Those bastards from those island nations, they want to awaken a third-generation species. Ah Hao and I went there to stop them.”

Ander threw the knife at his feet, his expression turning ferocious.

"Do you know what they did? Tens of thousands of ordinary humans... tens of thousands of people were fucking gone, just to awaken that beast."

Ander's eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and a violent aura emanated from his tent. His dragon might frightened the wolves that came out to hunt around him, causing them to tuck their tails between their legs.

"I rushed over and fought with that third-generation pseudo-dragon. Ah Hao and the others ran into those Japanese soldiers. After I killed that beast, only Chu Jie was left outside."

Upon hearing this, Angers took out a handkerchief and handed it to Ander, realizing that Ander's inner world was not as calm as he appeared.

Ander slapped Angers' hand away; he didn't need that kind of comfort.

"That was the time I regretted it the most, I regretted not having necromancy."

Ander relaxed his body and leaned against Angers' pillow.

"Later, Ah Jie and I traveled to various places and killed those bastards who came to China."

Ander gestured with his chin to the samurai swords on the ground. "These were all seized from those people."

"They call themselves... the Snake Clan of Eight Families."

Chapter Fifty-Two: The organization has already appointed...

Ander tidied up the samurai swords on the ground and continued the previous topic.

"Later I realized that relying on just a few people was really too weak."

With a few simple movements, a small ball of light illuminated the entire tent, and Angers then noticed that Ander was wearing a crisp military uniform, leggings, and a military cap with a red star on his head.

"So later, A-Jie and I went to Fushi City and found a group of people who were really willing to fight the Japanese."

As Ender narrated, a guitar appeared in his hand. For a bard, summoning musical instruments was a simple trick he could pull off with ease.

“I was in great pain during that time. I felt like I was invincible, but I had to face the fact that my strength as a dragon was not enough to defeat the Japanese.”

“I can kill the Japanese officers, burn their supplies, and poison an entire camp of soldiers without them even realizing it, but I only have one.”

Ander strummed the guitar, producing a simple chord.

"When I first learned about the limitations of the Dragon Force, I needed some help, the help of a truly pure group."

"Later, Chu Jie and I joined that Red Army to help them solve some mixed-race issues."

Under Ander's performance, Angers was plunged into a vivid illusion in which Ander stood beside a mortar, with a group of well-trained soldiers behind him, and in front of him was a wounded dragon.

High-tech firepower, enhanced by magic, dented the dragon's body.

Amid Ander's shouts and the roar of cannons, the dragon howled and collapsed to the ground, beside the corpses of the mixed-race men dressed in Japanese military uniforms.

“We went through many battles. Until I left China, all the mixed-race people from island nations that had invaded China were wiped out by us. Not a single one was left.”

"This is also related to the reason I came to see you."

After a while, Angers recovered from the illusion created by Ander. He saw Ander's battles over the years, including battles against the hybrids and dragons.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Northern Dynasties."

Ander uttered a simple country name, but Angers immediately understood. He sat up straight, gesturing for Ander to continue.

"Mixed-race individuals are not allowed to participate."

Angers looked at the samurai sword in Ander's backpack on the ground. As a member of the U.S. military, he naturally knew what was happening there.

"Actually, most hybrids aren't interested in worldly wars..."

Angers wanted to say something, but looking at the captured samurai swords, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Ander took out a black and white photograph. The man in the photograph was wearing an American military uniform and had a solemn expression. It was Angers himself.

“Lieutenant Colonel Hilbert Jean Angers, that’s not very convincing.”

"Alright, I thought you were going to seek revenge on the Snake Clan."

"It seems you've already met them, but don't worry, there aren't many left anyway. Let's get back to the main topic."

Angers rested his arms on his knees, thought carefully for a moment, and then cautiously spoke:

Do you know why I asked you to meet me here?

"What, isn't it because you want to breathe some fresh air?"

Ander made a small joke, and Angers shook his head, continuing:

"I plan to build an academy, an academy that belongs only to mixed-race people."

"so?"

“You should become a school board member, Andrew.”

Ander was completely baffled by Angers. What was all this about? What did this have to do with preventing hybrids from participating in the war?

Angers explained:

"You should know that the predecessor of this school was actually the Secret Party, and the school board is the elders' council of the Secret Party. If you join the school board, you will have some decision-making power, and it will be easy to stop those mixed-race people from going to the Northern Dynasty."

Anders frowned. Angers' proposal seemed to be in his favor, but in reality, it was taking advantage of him.

"You don't actually plan to recruit people in China and then have them join the Secret Party, do you?"

Ander calmly pointed out Angers's idea. In his view, the Secret Party, a party formed by Europeans, traveling thousands of miles to China to recruit students, was not an act of international spirit, but rather an attempt to exploit the mixed-race population of China.

"This is only part of it; the most important thing is to bring you into our system."

boom!

The next second, a gust of wind swept by, overturning the tent, and a huge tornado appeared out of nowhere, carrying the power to destroy everything.

Angers and Anders were in the eye of the storm, sitting quietly without moving an inch.

"After I devoured Garuda, I obtained the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King. Would you like to try it?"

"You told me last time that you went into a long slumber in order to devour that crystal, didn't you?"

Ander raised his hand, and the surrounding storm gradually disappeared, revealing the ground below, which had turned white.

"You should know that I can easily establish an academy in China and build an organization that is even more powerful than the Secret Party."

Angers waved his hand, stared straight into Ander's eyes, and raised his scaly hand.

"First, there are too few mixed-race people; we must unite."

"Secondly, the current conditions in China do not allow for the establishment of a mixed-race school."

"Third, you and I are both members of the school board, and I am your relative, so the leadership of this school is actually in your hands."

Ander looked at Angers, who was looking very serious. The two stared at each other for a while. Finally, Ander lowered his head and sighed. Although he didn't want to admit it, Angers was right. The Secret Service was just a rich dog with nothing but money.

At present, China is poor and backward, and many things are indeed inconvenient to do. Out of consideration for their past comrades-in-arms, Ander reluctantly agreed with his point of view.

"Okay, I admit you're right. So how are you going to get me into the board of directors?"

"No need to force it. You are already qualified to join the Elders Council."

Ander was completely confused. He had been in China all these years, so how did he become a member of the Secret Party?

“You’ve always been a member of the Secret Service. Have you forgotten the fake identity I gave you back then?”

Ander then realized that his identity had been a cover for by the Secret Society from the beginning, and that he had become a member of the Secret Society from that time on.

"Moreover, you are a member of the Lu family, an elder of the Lionheart Society. You have slain dragons, are strong, and are old enough. Joining the Elders Council is naturally no problem."

"Most importantly, when I took back Meneke's inheritance, I beat up the entire Elders' Council. Now I'm in charge of the Secret Party."

Angers held his head high. Even though he had lost ten years in the dragon vein, he was still the most outstanding dragon slayer in the Secret Party, and now he was the leader of the Secret Party.

Therefore, the organization has already appointed Andrex as the school board member!

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Secret Society's Past

A few days later, in Avignon, Vaucluse, southern France.

This is a very famous city. If you've heard the story of the Avignon Prisoner, then this beautiful little town might have a different meaning in your eyes.

During World War II, France had a government that balanced rule of virtue and rule of law, but unfortunately, after the war, rule of virtue disappeared, leaving only rule of law.

Now, after years of reconstruction, France, which had not suffered much damage to begin with, has quickly recovered its former prosperity. If we ignore those who were hurt back then, the city is still as beautiful as it was before.

"Your board meeting is going to be held here?"

Ander, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, walked with Angers on the streets of Avignon. His outfit was quite eye-catching, but fortunately, the French are not bad at being tolerant, and only a few people cast curious glances at Ander's appearance.

"Avignon is actually a beautiful city with a rich history."

“I know, but this place is too damp.”

Avignon is situated on the banks of the Rhône River, and the large volume of water made André somewhat uncomfortable.

"This is a Mediterranean climate, with hot, dry summers. Where is it damp?"

Ander shrugged. He made up his mind that if he joined the board of directors, he would hold the meetings in the Sahara Desert, where the yellow quicksand was the place he felt most comfortable.

"Next time, remember to choose the desert."

"Then those lazy old men will have to complain."