Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Let me tell you, I saved you, so now you're my little brother, understand?"

"The money to save your life is a separate payment, not included in the scope of employment. I don't want any gold or silver jewelry from you. Just be my gatekeeper from now on."

You need to make money and take on followers; only then can you be considered healthy.

Angers didn't answer the nagging dragon; he continued tearing and swallowing, wanting to do nothing but eat.

Time passed quickly amidst Angers' silence and Ander's nagging. The sun was already setting, and Angers had devoured most of the venison, leaving only the cleanly gnawed bones to the side, a testament to Angers's achievement.

"We've eaten enough, let's get down to business."

Ander had worked as a mercenary for a while and was quite professional.

Ander is willing to become Angers' mercenary for an unknown period, the end of which depends on Ander's wishes, in exchange for a large amount of wealth and precious works of art.

Angers agreed to the condition without hesitation. Wealth meant nothing to the Secret Service; he was willing to sacrifice everything for revenge.

This was not Ander's only condition; as the price for saving Angers, Angers needed to become his servant.

In Ander's words, "From now on, you'll have to help me maintain my scales, sharpen my claws, make my bed and cook for me, and remember to shovel the dragon dung in the nest."

It sounds a bit like a cat owner, that was Angers' first thought.

Angers did not refuse such demanding requests; he readily agreed to all of Anders' unreasonable conditions.

In his mind, he was already dead, dead in the Cassel Manor, so all conditions were unimportant, slaves or servants, his body would be destroyed on the way to charge the dragons.

Ander didn't suspect anything further. He simply took out a piece of parchment from his storage bag, dipped a quill in a mixture of liquor and charcoal ash, and wrote down the contents of the contract.

"Sign it."

Ande is very direct. Dragons don't engage in convoluted contract fraud like devils; they simply write down their needs directly because they are confident that no one can break their agreement with the dragons.

The man opposite him bit his fingertip, and blood mixed with grease, dripping onto the parchment. He then slid his finger along the paper and wrote his name in elegant cursive script:

Hilbert Jean Angers.

In the name of the gods, this contract will surely be executed.

The parchment spontaneously combusted without wind, but its contents were already etched into the hearts of the two men.

Ander revealed a triumphant expression; his next step was to find a suitable identity to return to the human world with Angers.

"What do you think I should dress up as?"

Ande asked.

Angers didn't answer, he just stared blankly at the ground in front of him.

"How about a lone warrior? Or a martial monk from the Eastern Empire?"

Under Ander's nagging, young Angers quickly grew annoyed. His muscles tensed, and he looked like he wanted to punch Ander in the face again, but then he remembered the strange thing about his body, and his hands fell limply to his sides.

He took two deep breaths and asked Ander his question.

"What have you done to my body?"

Ander touched his chin and changed his posture.

"Don't make it sound so disgusting. I just injected my essence into your body."

This statement clearly misled Angers, who looked down at his lower body as if checking if something was wrong.

"No! No! No! It's not that kind of injection, don't get the wrong idea."

"Now that you have my bloodline, do you see the dragon scales on your chest? As time goes by and your bloodline strengthens, you will become even stronger, grow dragon claws, or even have a pair of dragon wings."

"How about it? Thank me!"

Angers stroked the scales on his chest, revealing a very strange smile, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why am I still me?" he said softly.

Ender already knew from his memories that once the hybrids in this world crossed the critical bloodline, they would gradually transform into mindless dead servants, but he still pretended to be curious and asked...

"What do you mean?"

Whether it was the strong liquor or not, Angers began to recount the history of mixed races.

As the sun set and the birds returned to their flocks, Ange's narration came to an end.

Although the novel contains relevant descriptions, the experience of actually coming to this world and hearing someone explain it to you is quite different.

The dragons in this world are vastly different from those in Ender's world. They have longer lifespans, can manipulate a special kind of magic called Word Magic, and can even be reborn from a cocoon after death. Fortunately, they are all rather dim-witted.

Take the brass dragon as an example. The ancient brass dragon is only a little over a thousand years old, and the lifespan limit of the brass dragon is only about 2300 years. Compared with the dragon race in this world that often lives for five or ten thousand years, it seems a bit insignificant.

"It seems that the dragons here are all a bunch of mentally unstable, demonic shapeshifters disguised as dragons."

After listening to Angers' explanation, Ander concluded.

"So you can't actually be considered a dragonborn, but a Typhoon, which is a hybrid of a demon and a human."

Ander tried to correct the half-blood's misconception: there is only one kind of dragon, and that is the true dragon that Ander represents. He absolutely refused to acknowledge that these demon shapeshifters could be called dragons.

"Don't worry, the bloodline of a true dragon is perfect, unlike those demons that turn people into monsters who only know how to kill."

Angers' lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh. It seemed he wouldn't become Deadpool for the time being, but perhaps this was a conspiracy by the dragons.

Ander stretched and stood up, his black pupils turning into dark gold vertical pupils. The dragon's might spread from Ander, startling away several wild wolves wandering in the bushes.

"Although what you are about to kill doesn't seem like a dragon, but more like a demon, our contract is still valid."

With a wave of his hand, Ander unleashed several magical beams, and Angers immediately felt his body become lighter and his mind clearer.

"I hope you still remember the way out. Hurry up and go..."

"I can't wait to explore this world."

Chapter Seven: The Funeral

In the stillness of the night, moonlight shone through the treetops onto the animal trail in the forest, where two men walked along this path worn down by wild animals over the years.

It was late autumn, and most of the trees had lost their leaves, leaving only bare trunks casting jagged shadows on the path.

One of the two men was shirtless, with only an animal skin wrapped around his lower body, while the other wore a strange robe full of wrinkles, resembling the robe of an ancient Greek sage in a sculpture.

"From now on, I'm your second uncle. Remember to call me uncle, my good nephew."

Angers originally wanted the strange dragon to disguise itself as an unsuspecting hybrid, but Ander was unwilling to be an unknown nobody; he preferred to be Angers' elder.

Upon hearing Ander's words, Angers slowed his pace and pointed at Ander's face, saying...

"I don't have an Asian uncle."

"I never imagined you were a racist."

"Most of the members of the Secret Party are European nobles. If you want to call us racists, that's perfectly acceptable."

Angers has been talking a lot more than before; perhaps this is his true personality.

"There must be someone in your secret society who looks similar to me, right?"

Ander asked the question knowingly, because at this time the only Chinese person in the secret party was Lu Shanyan, the great-grandfather of Lu Mingfei, the protagonist of Dragon Clan.

Of course, he could have transformed into a white person, but since he's already back on Earth, it's more comfortable for him to keep his original face. Why bother becoming white?

“There is one.”

"Then I'm his second uncle. What's his name?"

"Lu Shanyan"

"Then I'll be called Lu Ande from now on."

Angers stopped and stared silently at Ander.

"What?"

"Lu Shanyan is dead. He died at the Kassel Manor. He was a hero."

Ander shrugged. He loved heroes; as a bard, heroic tales were popular both in court and in taverns.

“I like heroes. If you’re willing to share this story, maybe I can even write a story about a dragon-slaying hero with him as the protagonist.”

Angers didn't speak. He turned around, rubbed his face hard, and stopped talking, instead keeping his head down and hurrying on his way.

"Don't disgrace this name."

A hoarse voice came from in front of Ander, drifting away in the wind like a ghost.

"I am a dragon, can't you show me a little more trust?"

Ignoring Angers' offensive behavior, the brass dragon was mostly in a good mood, especially when chatting with other intelligent beings.

As the two advanced, more and more trees were reduced to charcoal.

At this moment, Ander carefully observed the unusual nature of these trees by the moonlight. Unlike charcoal made from ordinary fires, these trees seemed to have had all their moisture completely drained, maintaining their original posture. Even every branch on the tree was the same as before, except that they were all carbonized.

Ande was secretly alarmed. Was this the power of the Word of Power: Rhine? This power was not simply destruction, but more like turning living trees into charcoal.

The moisture in these trees had been completely evaporated, so one can imagine that when the explosion occurred, the entire area became a realm of fire, which then coalesced...

BOOM!

"That's terrifying power. Even a ninth-ring spell couldn't achieve this."

Ander muttered something under his breath.

Only then did Ander notice that Angers had stopped. He walked over unhurriedly and found that Angers had reached the edge of the Kassel estate.

Angers stroked the twisted and melted iron bars and railings, which stood like stone sculptures, gazing silently at the ruins of the Kassel estate.

At that moment, the world was so quiet. The surrounding animals had long been frightened away by the explosion, and not even the chirping of birds or insects could be heard.

"When you find me here, is there anything left?"

Angers broke the silence

"Perhaps you can go in and look for it yourself."

Ander was so focused on the gold coins and gems that he completely ignored everything else while searching.

Ander followed Angers into the Kassel estate, where he saw countless intertwined corpses on the way. They were embracing like lovers, not out of love but out of mutual slaughter.

An overturned carriage lay in the middle of the road, the horses already dead. Their blood seemed to have been drained by some unknown force, leaving only their desiccated carcasses.