Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Andre appeared before Bondarev, looking at the man who claimed to be a descendant of the Tsarist Russian royal family.

"I'm curious, the Tsar's family is all gone, where did you come from, you bastard?"

The man struggled to his feet, looked at the elderly Asian man in front of him, and replied in fluent Mandarin:

“It’s you, Mr. Louis Ander.”

"It seems I have some fame. Now I'm really curious, who's behind you?"

Bondarev smiled wryly, pointed the pistol at his temple, and the next second he felt a sharp pain in his wrist as the pistol flew out of his hand.

"Like you, someone who longs to become a god."

Ander laughed, and to Bondarev's horrified gaze, his head twisted and deformed, and a dragon head appeared on Ander's body.

"I see. You've already moved ahead."

Bondarev smiled like a child, as if he had seen an incomparably precious treasure.

A burst of flame erupted from the dragon's mouth, engulfing the man. He might be a descendant of royalty, a KGB agent, or a dragon enthusiast.

But now, he only has one identity: a dead man.

Ander pulled out a small knife and slit the throat of Dr. Herzog, who was lying on the ground.

He performed brilliantly in the third installment, cleverly switching the main character with someone else's belongings and making the protagonist look like a fool.

However, he certainly won't be so lucky this time. After all, his head has been cut off, so he should be dead no matter what, unless Herzog has another name, Wade Wilson.

Ander, carrying the heads of Herzog and Bondarev, instructed the warriors beside him to look after the children on the sled. The briefcase containing the ξ embryo had been slightly blackened by the dragon's flames; hopefully, the cute little monsters were alright.

Now, it's time to discuss a business deal.

Encircled by the blizzard, Ender transformed back into a dragon, the bronze-colored dragon soaring into the sky and flying towards the sled speeding across the wasteland.

With a deafening roar, snow flew everywhere, the frolicking dogs became restless, and a giant dragon appeared before Renata.

The dragon head looked at number zero on the sled and said in a flippant tone:

"Surprise!"

Chapter Seventy-Four Christmas Gifts

Renata looked at the dragon before her. It was completely different from the black serpent she had seen in her dream. Its brass scales still shone brightly even in the darkness.

The lizard-like head, with its plow-shaped crest and metallic spikes on its chin, made the monster look extremely aggressive.

With its golden eyes scanning Renata and Zero, the monster shifted into a relaxed posture, looking like a cat that had collapsed.

"Sorry, I forgot you're Russian."

The Russian, with a spitting sound, came from that huge mouth full of sharp teeth. The monster's Russian was quite standard, just like those announcers on the radio, Renata thought.

"Could you wake your boyfriend up? I need to discuss a business matter with him."

The dragon asked politely, and Renata nervously clung to Zero, hoping to glean a pitiful amount of courage from him.

As Ander looked at the two children huddled together, a semi-circular shield appeared on the ground, enclosing the two children within it, as his magic surged.

As the saying goes, "Murder and arsonist Mayof, home essential Leomon," and what Ender used was naturally the third-circle spell: Leomon's Sanctuary Hut.

The surrounding snowstorm seemed to have stopped, and the snow on the ground melted, revealing the barren earth.

Renata felt as if she were next to a warm fireplace, and without thinking, she took off her coat and felt a long-lost warmth.

"Let's have a proper talk now, let me see."

As was his habit, Ander pulled a bottle of Red Star Erguotou from his spatial bag with the tip of his fingernail. After a moment, he realized that the two children in front of him were underage and could not drink alcohol.

"Here, this is for you, Arctic Ocean soda, it's pretty good."

Ander pulled out a bottle of Arctic Ocean orange soda, a common soda in Beiping (Beijing) and a childhood memory for many locals.

But if you ask Ander, he prefers the ice peaks of Qinzhou, but he has been in Beiping for a while, so he has a lot of Arctic Ocean soda in his space bag.

Renata took the glass bottle off the huge paw and looked at the polar bear logo on it. She recognized the bear; a few years ago, a white bear had wandered into Black Swan Harbor and later became Herzog's carpet.

Ander flicked his finger, and the cap on the glass bottle fell off. He then took out another bottle of the same Arctic Ocean soda from his spatial bag, pinched it between his fingers, and toasted with Renata.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t seem willing to get out of bed. Let’s talk about it first.”

Ander looked at the young girl, who was just over fourteen and about to enter the best time of her life, but she appeared here, having escaped from a prison with a cripple.

Renata sipped the orange liquid from the glass bottle. The Lenin would bring some drinks every year when it came, but most of them were vodka, the lifeblood of the Russians. Renata had never tasted anything like it before.

The sweet, bubbly liquid burst on her tongue, making Renata feel as if something was biting her tongue, yet the orange-flavored sweetness made her reluctant to spit it out.

"Cough cough Mr. Dragon, are you going to eat me?"

Renata choked on her soda, and looking at the giant dragon in front of her, she asked, almost as if possessed.

Why would I eat you?

Ander felt that the child's thinking was a bit erratic. Could it be that she thought drinking soda was like marinating the food in advance?

"The book says that dragons will kidnap princesses, but I am not a princess, so I can only be eaten."

Renata remained expressionless, looking like she was about to start eating right away.

Ander tossed the glass bottle containing the soda into his mouth and swallowed it whole, bottle and all. Please don't blame Ander for his bad table manners; in the game, he also swallowed the bottle along with the medicine.

"I just want to talk to you, why are you all so stubborn?"

Ender probably has no idea how terrifying it is to encounter a dragon in the Arctic Circle and then have the dragon ask you to have a chat with it.

Renata looked down at the ground, noticing for the first time how pale the ground beneath the snow was. She took a small breath and replied:

"Mr. Dragon, are you a good person?"

Ander looked at the uneasy girl in front of him and found it quite amusing. He had originally come to discuss a business deal with Zero, but since he had plenty of time, he might as well chat with this young girl a bit more.

The dragon head, covered in scales, drew closer to Renata, its scorching heat washing over her face and giving her the smell of molten metal mixed with the aroma of oranges.

"Little girl, I'm in a very good mood now. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a little brass dragon..."

In the deep voice of the dragon, a story of growth is told, about a young dragon adventuring across the world.

He disguised himself as a bard, a mediocre mage, and a dragon vein sorcerer, traveling and adventuring across the continent and interacting with other intelligent races.

Travel from the west to the east of the mainland to visit the temple of the legendary Eastern warrior monks;

I traveled from the east to the west of the mainland to meet the princess, who was rumored to be incredibly beautiful.

He fought against a horde of disgusting goblins and rescued a female adventurer who was trapped among them.

"What are goblins doing capturing female adventurers?"

"Renata asked, holding a chicken leg in her hand, one of Ander's secret stashes."

"I'll tell you about this when you turn eighteen."

Looking at the suspicious-looking Renata, Ander had no choice but to revise some of the scenes that were not suitable for children.

He once led adventurers into the desert to fight a damned blue dragon;

He also served as a bard and was a guest of a king.

The story was quite long, and by the end, Renata was already drowsy. As Ander hummed a soothing lullaby, the girl, who had experienced so much that day, finally fell asleep.

Ander carefully covered the girl with a blanket, then grabbed Zero, who was motionless in the car, and placed him in front of him.

“I know you’re awake, come out and sign the papers.”

Ander's voice was no longer as gentle as before, but rather stern. He threw two oval-shaped objects at Zero.

"A Christmas present, even though I don't celebrate Christmas."

The two objects smashed a bloody gash into Zero's body; they were the heads of Herzog and Bondarev.

You've dirtied my clothes.

Zero slowly got up. The pontine separation surgery had a greater impact on him than he had imagined, but that would soon be a thing of the past.

"What does it matter? We're going to replace it anyway."

Ander looked at the boy in the straitjacket, trying to see a lion in his golden eyes, but unfortunately, Ander only saw a bit of eye boogers at the corner of his eye.

I really like this gift.

Zero picked up Dr. Herzog's head, and under the pressure of the surrounding air, the ugly, old head exploded like a watermelon, staining Zero's clothes with red and white liquid.

"That's disgusting."

Ander looked at Zero, who was wearing a pleased smile, and gave him a look of disgust.

"Let's talk about the contract now."

Chapter Seventy-Five: Discussion on the Life of a Giant Dragon

Zero sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a bottle of Red Star Erguotou that he had snatched from Ander, which seemed out of place for his young age.

You are still a minor.

Ander looked at the handsome young man in front of him. Even in Russia, it was against the rules for a fourteen-year-old boy to drink strong liquor.

"What, are you going to report me for underage drinking?"

Zero raised the glass of liquor in his hand and blew a mouthful into it. After undergoing pontine separation surgery, half of the day was not his own.

If he wants to have a proper talk with the dragon in front of him, he needs to get the other personality inside him drunk.

"Whatever, let's continue chatting."

Zero leaned against the sled, a blush creeping onto his face. The liquor had worked well, reducing the number of voices in his head.

How did you find me?

Zero looked at the giant dragon in front of him. He had never told this guy about Black Swan Harbor, but he still came here anyway.

"Just a little trick, just like you."

Their golden eyes met, and Ander finally saw what he was looking for in Zero's face—a hint of wavering and surprise.

He couldn't predict the future; he just knew some of the script, like I did, but perhaps not as much as I did.