Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Chapter Fifty-Five: Caring for the Elderly Living Alone

After becoming a member of the Secret Service's elders' council, Andre was dragged back to the United States by Angers without stopping.

With some time still to go before Beowulf's child is born, Ender decides to deal with another destabilizing factor.

Did you deliver the things I asked you to?

Anders asked Angers from a plane flying across the Atlantic.

"Penicillin strains, pharmaceutical production lines, industrial lathes... you need quite a lot. I asked a friend in Britain to send them to China via Hong Kong."

Ander nodded in satisfaction; joining the Secret Party wasn't without its advantages.

"I thought you would offer more help to China?"

Angers seemed to find Ander's behavior a bit strange. With his abilities, let alone a few machines, he could easily take down the Five Star Emperor.

Ander shook his head.

“You underestimate China, Angers. Don’t treat them like lowly beggars to be given alms.”

"They are a group of people with ideals. Just watch, even without me, China will still win this war."

Angers closed his eyes, ignoring Ander's incessant chatter. Although he had joined the US military, it was merely a nominal position, and he didn't care who won or lost the war in North Korea.

"Oh, and remember to keep an eye on the Japanese; I'm worried they might cause trouble."

"The Snake-Headed Eight Families only have a few half-grown children left. I guarantee they will not appear in the Northern Court."

In this life, Angers did not have a tattoo on his back, mainly because he was worried that the transformation technique would fail if he did. However, his immense strength still allowed him to conquer the Eight Families of the Serpent Clan, just as the famous Khan of Tongliao said:

A mushroom cloud over Hiroshima brought a father to the Hebi-hachi family.

"Instead of worrying about island nations, we should worry about the mixed-race population in North America."

The United States, a magical land, where tens of thousands of years ago, bison roamed freely, and the winds of freedom swept across this land.

When the colonists arrived, bringing with them bacteria and guns, their already barren minds were thoroughly filled with the winds of freedom.

This sparsely populated environment is a natural breeding ground for anarchists, especially for those of mixed race.

Mixed-race people in North America rarely settle on the East Coast. They prefer the unrestrained Midwest and South, where they are large landowners with thousands of acres of fertile land, where they can play the role of emperor on their farms.

The person in charge of these mixed-race individuals was Sir Henkel, a famous sheriff in Texas at the time.

It's well known that people in Texas are a bit eccentric, and this is even more pronounced in these mixed-race individuals. Therefore, for a long time at the beginning, Sheriff Hango, nicknamed "Quick-Handed Hango," mainly mediated conflicts among these mixed-race people.

One day, a group of high-risk mixed-race individuals attacked the town where Han Gao lived. He had just finished get off work and was drinking at a bar.

Hearing the cries for help, Henkel emptied his revolver without looking up and then ordered a whiskey from the bartender.

The bullets flew out of the bar's windows, piercing the brains of the mixed-race people through their eyes. They didn't even have time to kill a single human before they died under Henkel's alchemical revolver, "Texas Dawn."

Henkel's formidable strength made him famous overnight, and he was subsequently elected as the local mixed-race leader by the rugged mixed-race cowboys.

"Our purpose in going there is to persuade Henkel."

Angers told Anders about Henkel's story, explaining that to get the mixed-race people in North America to obey, they had to win over Henkel first.

"I'm very good at persuading others."

Ander patted his chest confidently; for Ander, solving the problem with his tongue was no big deal.

A few days later, at Sir Henkel's home in Texas, USA.

Although he was known as Sir Henkel, Henkel did not actually hold a title in any kingdom; it was merely a nickname.

Sir Henkel didn't live in the castle; he had a beautiful house in a small town. The townspeople all knew that Henkel was an old sheriff with excellent marksmanship, and he always did things with a bit of the Western cowboy spirit of yesteryear.

Old Han Gao lived alone. Every day he would ride his horse to patrol the land, chat with the mixed-race families to the east, or go to the bar for a drink after his patrol. His life was simple and monotonous.

After completing his day's tasks, Mr. Han Gao returned home slightly drunk. He quickly washed up, changed into a loose bathrobe, and lay down on the bed.

His wife had long since passed away, and his son had run away. The poor old man was left all alone with his horse, and his spacious house seemed rather desolate.

Show care for elderly people living alone.

Henkel closed his eyes. He was over seventy years old now, and even mixed-race people would experience a decline in physical function at this age. He did not notice that a certain yellow gas had filled the entire room.

"Did you drink too much today?"

Han Gao fell into a deep sleep, still slightly drunk. He vaguely heard something moving, but he was too tired to even move his fingers.

"Perhaps it's a rat."

Henri had a dream in which he was fighting a giant dragon with golden scales and looked so elegant.

Henkel felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He turned around and found Angers standing behind him, holding his beloved gun, mercilessly shooting him in the back, just as he had done to Angers years before.

Han Gao woke up panting and found himself buried in the ground with his head above ground. The soil seemed to be controlled by some force, leaving a gap at his chest so that he wouldn't suffocate.

Two people stood before him, one of whom was his former friend, Hilbert Jean Angers, who had appeared in his dream.

"Angers, you %%%￥#@#%..."

Years of living in Texas gave Sir Henkel a wealth of profanity, and words starting with F spewed from his mouth like a machine gun, sweeping through his ancestors and female relatives for eighteen generations, with Angers as the center.

"Calm down, Henkel, there's another guest."

Anger wore a mocking smile. When Ander was about to have some physical interaction with Henkel, Anger knew it was time to watch the show. Although he wouldn't use such methods against Henkel, it was still very interesting to see someone who had betrayed him suffer a setback.

So Angers watched as Ander used dragon breath to knock out Hango and then used magic to bury him in the ground next to the house.

This gave Angers a sense of satisfaction from successfully pulling off a prank; perhaps this is what childlike innocence is all about, after all, a man is a boy until the very end.

Ander straightened his clothes, walked out slowly, and very politely addressed Han Gao, who was buried in the ground:

"Sir Henkel, I'm here to discuss terms."

Do I even have a choice?

"Of course, I'm very democratic. Do you want a revolver or an axe?"

Can I choose the third one?

"I'm sorry, Sir Henkel, but that's how democracy is in America. You can only choose the less runny one from two piles of shit to swallow."

Chapter Fifty-Six: Dragon or Man?

Under Andrew's persuasion, Henkel finally agreed to restrain his men, but Andrew knew that the Americans, who were used to freedom, might not listen to Henkel.

But it doesn't matter, those mixed-race people who enter the Northern Dynasty will learn to follow the rules through blood.

However, Henkel was not so accommodating to Angers' demands. The mixed-race people in the United States are a group of anarchists. They may not join the army, but if anyone tries to restrict their freedom, they don't mind showing that person what they are capable of with weapons.

"Forced enrollment? Do you know what you're talking about? I told you last time, it's impossible."

Henkel struggled as if Angers had offered some incredible suggestion.

In the South, most mixed-race people hire tutors in their homes, and only a small number go to Europe to study. Even today in the 20th century, these American country bumpkins still adhere to the educational methods they used when they first arrived in the land in the 17th century.

"Han Gao, it's the 20th century now, but there were public schools on this land hundreds of years ago."

Angers crossed his arms and looked at the excited Henkel. Although he hated this man who shot him in the back, he had to make some concessions for the smooth opening of the academy.

“Let me tell you, Angers, no one wants to send their child up north to learn those pedantic things, and you can forget about getting your child into academy.”

Henkel flashed his gleaming teeth and made a threatening expression.

Ander looked at Henkel on the ground, who looked like he'd rather die than open an academy, and patted Angers on the shoulder, signaling him to make room.

With Ander's silent spell, Henkel was pulled from the ground like an old carrot by an unknown force.

Under the magic of the sorcerer, three chairs from Han Gao's house flew out of the window and landed on the ground outside.

"Mr. Henkel, please have a seat."

Ander pressed Henkel into a chair and then beckoned Angers to sit down. Angers' college was having problems with admissions, so Ander had to bring out some good stuff to prevent the Kassel College from dying in the womb.

"What exactly is your Word of Power?"

Han Gao watched Ander's feat of telekinesis and pondered which word in the periodic table of words could achieve such a level of skill.

"Word of Power: Omnipotent, a word of power capable of solving all problems."

Ander casually made up a word of power, and Han Gao smiled but didn't say anything. After all, word of power involved his own secrets, so it was normal that he didn't want to reveal it.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. I'll show you something good. You'll never guess what I saw in China."

Since Ander stayed in China, the Secret Party has not gone to China to collect any dragon-related artifacts. Angers is now very curious about what Ander has obtained in China over the years.

"Sir Henkel, please keep what happens next a secret, okay?"

Han Gao nodded, dusted himself off, and sat up straight in his silk pajamas, looking somewhat comical.

Ander took a cylinder out of his spatial bag, which he now disguised as a backpack, and Henkel did not suspect anything.

The cylinder was very similar to the glass cylinder that held the red dragon specimen back then, and it was also filled with yellowish-green formalin. In that solution was a fleshy ball the size of a palm.

“My family is dedicated to the study of alchemy, and no one knows alchemy better than me, Ender.”

Ander handed the cylinder to Angers and continued telling his fabricated story, trying his best to fool Henkel.

"The Lu family is dedicated to the research of the Philosopher's Stone. We want to use alchemy to extract this fifth element from the dragon's body."

Ander naturally couldn't tell Han Gao about the Bahamut magic circle, so he simply made up a reason to make the Lu family a family skilled in alchemy.

“I wanted to kill the dragon-related elements in the dragon’s body, leaving only the spiritual element. So I made some modifications to the alchemical array, and then around 1930, Angers and I captured a third-generation dragon alive.”

"I threw him into the magic circle. I succeeded, and I failed. I separated this thing."

Angers recalled the time when he and Ander used tranquilizer bombs to capture a third-generation dragon in China. In order to maximize the effect of the tranquilizer, Ander had to stuff the bomb into the dragon's body.

Later, Angler left early with the information found in the Dragon Tomb. Before leaving, Ander told him that he planned to make some modifications to the magic circle for extracting the power of words.

"This is a person..."

Ander pointed to the palm-sized ball of flesh and said.

"The outer layer is a membrane similar to the wall of the small intestine, responsible for exchanging nutrients. The inner layer is like the human brain. Most of the brain tissue has been removed, but a small part of the cerebral cortex and tissue has been preserved."

Angers examined the cylinder in his hand by the light. The fleshy mass inside had been cut open from the middle, revealing the blood vessels and nerves inside.

"That's incredible, what do you think?"

Angers returned the cylinder to Ander, wanting to hear him continue.