Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Angers appears to be the leader of the Secret Party and the best dragon slayer in Europe, but in reality, the Secret Party is not unified. After the day of mourning, the best talents of the Secret Party were killed or wounded, and most of the former elder statesmen families died out.

In addition, the wars of recent years have led to a major reshuffle of the leadership of the Secret Society. In addition to Angers, the homeless and powerless dragon slayer, taking the throne, a large number of mixed-race families have also risen to power.

"Especially the Gattuso family, those nouveau riche."

The Gattuso family was once a Sicilian Mafia family, whose main business was smuggling, and whose side business was dragon slaying. They liked to smash their enemies' heads with a Chicago typewriter while dancing ballet.

This family was once the local tyrants of southern Italy and the godfathers of many Sicilians, but their power was not considered among the strongest of the mixed-race groups.

However, with the enactment of Prohibition in the United States, bootlegging brought the Gattuso family immeasurable wealth. But soon, Mussolini came to power and began a massive crackdown on the Mafia in Italy.

The Gattuso family was once in danger of extinction, but this group of Italians who did not like to follow the conventional path found a new way of survival.

Under Mussolini's oppression, they resumed their old ways, using the channels they had used to smuggle alcohol to open up a new trade route between Italy and Tunisia, bringing chocolate and cheese to Italians while making a steady stream of money.

The Gattuso family later connected with the Secret Service, adding fuel to the fire of Mussolini's downfall, and in doing so, they became the wealthiest family in Italy.

In this situation, the former mafia members, now nouveau riche, became the school's largest funders, but they wanted more than that. They frequently opposed Angers' proposals in the council of elders, wanting to have more power.

“The Gattuso family has always wanted to build the Kassel College, the mixed-race university I told you about, in Italy.”

Angers looked at the crowds strolling and children playing in the street and explained the current situation to Ander.

"But the Kassel College cannot be located in Europe; it must be far from the control of the Presbyterian Church."

"Is this why you ran away to America?"

"Yes, not long after I went back last time..."

After returning from China, Angers keenly sensed that the Elders' Council was gradually becoming an obstacle to the development of the Secret Society. This ancient organization craved new blood, not puppets in the hands of those old men.

Therefore, Angers abandoned his activities in Europe and resolutely went to the younger United States to reduce the constraints imposed on him by the Presbyterian Church.

After some "friendly" exchanges with the local mixed-race population in the United States, Angers joined the U.S. Army and experienced World War II. Through years of experience, he finally reclaimed the legacy of his close friend Meneque Cassel from the Presbyterian Church and became the unique leader of the Peruvian Party.

This legacy also presented Angers with a great gift when they wanted to build a school: a piece of land in the outskirts of Chicago.

And so, the construction of the Kassel College was finally put on the agenda, but the elders argued endlessly about Angers' choice of location, to the point that Angers was so anxious that he wanted to hold a knife to their throats.

"So you dragged me here?"

“The Laurent family will support me. I have one vote, plus your vote and the Beowulf family’s vote, which will be just enough to pass my proposal.”

"So I'm just here to make up the numbers for you, huh?"

Ander was somewhat helpless. As a chaotic yet kind brass dragon, he was often too lazy to deal with such complicated and troublesome matters. If Kassel College were not so important, Ander would not have attended any board meetings.

Anders and Angers entered a magnificent mansion. The gaudy gold decorations showed the owner's wealth. Guided by a waiter, they went up the stairs and pushed open a richly decorated door, entering a conference room.

Six men sat at an exquisitely crafted conference table. They had been talking in hushed tones, but they all stopped when Ander entered, their golden eyes fixed on Ander's Chinese face.

Ander didn't stand on ceremony with these people. He went straight to the innermost seat, sat down, crossed his legs, and acted like he was the most important person in the world.

In an instant, what was originally a classical and solemn private meeting became like a shrine run by Hong Kong street thugs.

Angers looked at Ander and sighed helplessly. He had never expected this lawless dragon to follow the rules in the first place.

He walked behind Ander, placed his hand on Ander's chair, and calmly introduced:

"This is Lu Ande, a member of the first generation of the Lionheart Society, a member of the Lu family of China, and my comrade-in-arms. I now recommend him to become a member of the Secret Party Elders Council."

The six members of the elders lowered their heads. With their intelligence network, they were well aware of Ender's abilities; he was a true dragon slayer.

Although intelligence gathering in the Far East was never very successful, all the information indicated that Ander was a warrior no less capable than Angers.

"But he's Asian, we should uphold the purity of the Peruvian Party..."

A brown-haired man glared at Ander and loudly objected to Angers' proposal.

"The Gattuso family"

Angers whispered to Ander.

The next moment, a beam of light flew by, and the Gattuso representative froze. An abnormal flush appeared on his face, and he began to take off his shirt without a care.

"Who else?"

"Ander asked."

Chapter 54 This is not politically correct

In a closed conference room, a fat Italian man wearing flashy underwear started a traditional Sicilian dance on the conference table.

His plump buttocks swayed, and judging from his expression, he was clearly enjoying himself.

"He doesn't seem that strong?"

Ander and Angers were talking. He had just used the charm spell, which should prevent hybrids from being charmed by magic if they were prepared.

“Those of higher bloodlines in the Gattuso family bear the responsibility of reproduction, so the members in charge of managing affairs naturally…”

For a mixed-race family with an unstable foundation, Gattuso craved more power, so those with high bloodlines became veritable studs, diligently sowing seeds every day, including the head of the Gattuso family.

Those of lesser lineage or those too old to have children were only responsible for miscellaneous family tasks, such as attending secret society meetings in place of the busy head of the household who was busy with sowing.

"Mr. Lu, aren't you going a bit too far?"

A blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man looked at Ander with a frown, clearly displeased with Ander's behavior.

“I hate racial discrimination, especially racial discrimination against me.”

Ander watched the cringe-worthy dance on the conference table. After years of being through gunfire, he had become much more composed. In the past, this fat Gattuso would have been swimming naked in the river next door long ago.

Looking around, there were British, French, Italians, Swedes...

These secret society elders all looked like they were cut from the same mold: white, male, and exuding a conservative air.

In modern terms, the leadership of the Peruvian Party was extremely unpolitical, with no people of color, no women, and only a group of old-fashioned white men.

The atmosphere in Europe at that time was not as open as it would be in later years. It was normal for the Secret Party, as a European organization, to have such a leader, but this was different from Angers' future vision and did not serve Anders' interests.

"Okay, okay, stop it, it's too ugly."

Under Ander's control, the Gattuso family representative climbed off the conference table, quickly dressed, and returned to his chair.

The next moment, Ander dispelled the spell, and the obese man slumped into a chair, panting heavily. As a half-blood, he had neglected exercise for many years and was quite exhausted from the previous movements.

Nothing happened just now, right?

Ander's voice rang out, giving the group a way out. The people in the conference room looked at each other and nodded stiffly.

Despite the fact that the Gattuso family is the wealthiest among these families, most members of the Secret Service now consider them nothing more than a bunch of nouveau riche who have made their fortunes from the war, and naturally, they are unwilling to stand up for them.

Moreover, only members of the Elders' Council were in the meeting room; as long as they didn't say anything, who would know what had happened?

The fat man took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, raised one hand tremblingly, and said in a shaky voice:

“I support Mr. Lu Ander joining the Presbyterian Council.”

In reality, the Gattuso family had no intention of preventing Ander from joining, nor did they have the ability to do so. However, they had to make a show of force to give this new member a warning.

But it was clear that the Gattuso family's show of force was rendered meaningless by Ander in an even more violent way before it could even be used. Ander never played chess with anyone; he preferred to smash the chessboard.

"That's right."

Ander nodded in satisfaction as he observed the reactions of the group.

Ander quickly became a member of the Secret Society's council of elders. The council dared to oppose Angers largely because Angers cared about the Secret Society and the organization to which he had dedicated his life.

But Ender is different; he was brought here. If the elders dare to fight him, he'll make them taste what it's like to be turned into stone statues.

The meeting ended quickly, perhaps because they were frightened by Ander's actions. Hybrids, who are more focused on the survival of the fittest than ordinary humans, naturally granted Ander's requests without hesitation and passed Ander's proposal, "Decision on Prohibiting Hybrids from Traveling to the Northern Dynasty."

"What if some mixed-race individuals secretly infiltrate the Northern Dynasty?"

An elder from the secret archives asked a question.

"You should know that there are also mixed-race people in China. I am preventing you from participating in the war in order to protect you."

"As for those who sneak in, the mixed-race people of China will teach them a bloody lesson."

Ander hasn't been idle all these years. Dragonborn with his bloodline now make up a significant portion of the mixed-race population in China, and their magical machine guns and cannons are enough to blow the heads off any mixed-race dog.

In fact, most members of the Secret Service were not very interested in the war that was taking place in the North. Europe had just recovered and was in dire need of rebuilding, so everyone was focused on making money and had no interest in sending their family members to participate in any war.

After the meeting ended, most of the elders of the Secret Party left the venue directly. The fat man from the Gattuso family ran the fastest, as if Andre were a man-eating dragon.

Heavens have mercy! Only the worst brass dragons would eat intelligent beings, but Ender was a perfectly benevolent dragon.

But another man walked straight toward Ander. He had a square face, short, blond hair, and looked very capable.

"Hello, Mr. Ender, I am Beowulf."

He stretched out his right hand, which was very rough, with faint white scales visible on the back of his hand.

Ander grasped his hand, and a surge of power flowed through him. Ander silently cast a Dragon Force spell on himself.

The Beowulf family is a Nordic dragon-slaying family, a group of madmen whose minds have been destroyed by dragon blood. They feed newborn babies a dragon blood crystal, and if the baby can survive the poison of the dragon blood, then he will become the next Beowulf.

This inheritance mechanism, built upon flesh and blood, ensured Beowulf's fighting strength, but also prevented them from developing further.

The false dragon's power was naturally no match for the true dragon. After a brief stalemate between Ender and Beowulf, Beowulf's face turned from white to red as he realized that he was not able to overcome Ender in terms of strength.

"Your strength is amazing, please forgive my offense."

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Beowulf conceded defeat, and Ender maintained a polite smile as he released the hand that had turned somewhat purple.

"Is there a problem?"

Beowulf humbled himself and bowed to Ander.

“My child is about to be born. As you are aware of the Beowulf family tradition, Angers told me that you can resolve the issue of the bloodline boundary.”

"Then why did you attack me?"

"I need to make sure you have enough power."

Ender was speechless at Beowulf's logic. As expected of a family of madmen, their incoherent style was truly insane.

As for resolving the issue of the bloodline boundary, Ender's solution is simple: just transform the other party into a dragonborn.

In this way, the next generation of the Beowulf family would become Ander's family. Thinking of this, Ander showed a very friendly smile.

"You've come to the right person to solve this problem..."