Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The sailors on the Lenin were mostly a group of mixed-race people from the Russian side, who were gathered together by Bondarev.

The Dragonborn interrogated these people, but quickly discovered that they were nothing more than a bunch of thugs, the kind who should have been in the Gulag thirty years ago.

Bondarev rallied the gang of thugs with money and luxuries, and after a brief period of training, they were herded onto the ship.

Even the first mate was unaware of Bondarev's origins and simply carried out his orders mechanically.

Andrew walked past the cells where these people were being held. The children's cabins were in the middle, and some of the best rooms had been cleared out for the children to live in.

It was just dawn, and the children who had been too wild on Christmas Eve were still asleep, their energy depleted by the hallucinogens.

Ander walked through several more rooms, where the twins and the embryos in the suitcase were placed.

Pushing open the door and entering the cabin, Ander was surprised to find Chu Jie sitting in a chair, holding a child and carefully feeding the baby with a bottle.

Chu Jie still retains her human form, a result of the few non-Evocation spells she has learned, specifically the second-circle Transformation spell.

With her snow-white hair and wrinkles on her face, Chu Jie looked like a loving grandmother.

Ander sat down on the bed next to him and watched as Chu Jie put down the bottle and gently patted the baby's back.

The child coughed softly twice and then fell asleep again.

"Uncle De, I'm going to raise these two kids."

Ander's expression was strange. Chu Jie had been teaching diligently in Kassel for years, surrounded by students and the younger generation of the Chu family. Why would he suddenly want to have a child?

"These two kids are so well-behaved, I suddenly fell in love with them."

Chu Jie picked up the two children. Although she had students and younger relatives to accompany her over the years, they could not be considered very close to her.

These days, Chu Jie has been spending time with the dragon descendants. They are only in their fifties or sixties and already have grandchildren. When Chu Jie saw the two twins, he had the idea of ​​adopting them.

Ander sighed. Chu Jie had sacrificed a lot over the years, and since the students at Kassel College were all dragon-slaying types who didn't care about women, she had never gotten married. It wouldn't be a bad idea to let her adopt the Genji brothers.

"Whatever, just tell Angers later. But your younger relatives are going to have a headache."

According to seniority, Chu Jie is Chu Zihang's great-great-grandfather, so the Genji brothers would probably be Chu Zihang's great-great-uncles.

This is a real case of good brothers becoming ancestors.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Worse Than a Dog

The Lenin was sailing westward when the group of children who had inhaled hallucinogens woke up after noon.

Upon realizing they were in the cabin of the Lenin, the children panicked. The younger ones burst into tears, while the older ones huddled together, looking fearfully at the unfamiliar soldiers in front of them.

But soon after the dragonborn brought over hot oxtail soup and soft bread, the children finally let their guard down and began to devour the energy they had lost the night before.

After learning that they would be going to China, some of the children were a little panicked, but when Ander promised that they could return to their parents if they wanted, the children cheered.

As Ander watched the children eating bread and playing together, he knew that most of them would probably never be able to return to their parents.

These mixed-race children were mostly abandoned by their parents; they were children with yellow eyes, ominous demons.

"Two words encompass all of human wisdom: wait and hope!"

Ende silently recited a famous quote from Alexandre Dumas's The Count of Monte Cristo. He didn't intend to shatter the children's hopes; he would let them be happy for a while.

Lenin flew at high speed for several days. Ander was not worried at all about being detected by satellites in the sky, because the operation was backed by Kassel College. The intrusion from the supercomputer Norma made it impossible for any country's spy satellites to detect Ander's trajectory.

The Lenin icebreaker lingered on the high seas for a while, and all the children on board disembarked and, led by the Dragonborn, boarded a ship bound for China.

The remaining Dragonborn continued piloting the Lenin and stopped at a secret port in Alaska.

Ander and Chu Jie, carrying two babies and the embryos in their suitcase, traveled day and night, returning to Kassel as quickly as possible.

The remaining dragonborn returned directly from Alaska, while the adults in Cocoon and Black Swan Harbor were taken over by the executive department of Kassel College.

As for what will happen to this group in the end, that's not something Ander will concern himself with. Considering the situation of the Secret Party, they will most likely be brainwashed and absorbed into the school's public affairs department.

After a long journey, Ander and Chuger finally returned to Kassel College.

At this moment, Ander was leaning back in the comfortable chair in the principal's office, looking around at the scenery of the aquarium.

"That's it. I blew up that place, killed the fake dragon inside, and brought the children back to you."

Angers rubbed his temples and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had originally thought that Ander would make things even bigger, but this operation was impeccable in both purpose and content.

Ander put his feet on the old desk in front of him, letting the mud from his shoes soil Angers' desk.

Do you know about Dark Lord?

Seeing Ander's unbridled behavior, Angers frowned, said nothing more, and asked a completely unrelated question.

"The Dark Lord, what is that?"

Ander put his foot down, stopping his torment of the poor desk.

"Some speculate that dragon kings have already awakened, but instead of choosing to clash with humans, they have been secretly driving human society forward, waiting for the day they can make a comeback."

Ander raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he were listening to an unbelievable joke.

"You mean the Freemasons? Or the Reptilians? I always thought they were just something made up by uncivilized Americans."

Freemasonry is a classic conspiracy theory that claims an organization called Freemasonry controls the world's economic lifeline and drives the progress of human society from behind the scenes.

The Lizard People are another interesting conspiracy theory, which suggests that most politicians and scientists have been replaced by lizard-like aliens, and that the Lizard People are in control of the world.

"Actually, both of these have prototypes."

Angers pointed helplessly to himself, explaining that the so-called Lizardmen and Freemasons were actually the Secret Society, a group composed of hybrid races.

"Okay, so the Dark Lord is actually another secret society?"

Angers found a chair, sat down, and continued his story.

“They are worse than us; they want to destroy the current human civilization by instigating wars among humans.”

"That Bondarev is very likely a man of a dark monarch."

Ander listened in a daze and quickly stopped Angers from continuing.

"Do you know that I did an experiment back in the 1960s? Do you remember when I borrowed a large sum of money from you?"

Ang nodded, grinning to reveal his white teeth.

"Yes, you took a large sum of money from me, which prevented me from building that cruise ship."

Ander rolled his eyes at Angers and then continued.

“I found a dog, a German Shepherd, named him Angers I, and then left a large sum of money to this dog as an inheritance.”

Angers wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words and listened to Ander speak.

"Then I just randomly hired a company to manage this huge sum of money for that dog, and guess what?"

"Did the company embezzle the money?"

Ander shook his head and said:

"That dog lived a life of luxury, while the company used that money to invest, and the dog's assets grew every year. Over the years, the growth rate even exceeded the Gattuso family's asset growth rate."

"After all, dogs don't squander money like Pompeii Gattuso."

Ander stood up and walked away from his desk.

"Now that dog is dead, Angers III, and another dog has inherited his estate."

“It wakes up in a comfortable bed every day, with twelve maids serving it food, water, and toilet needs, and someone taking it for a drive in a luxury car.”

Ander shrugged and said bluntly:

"That's capitalism. Capitalists can enjoy a good life not because they are smarter or work harder, but because they have more capital."

"In my opinion, those mixed-race families and dark monarchs are not even as good as dogs."

Ander bluntly defined it, saying that if those dragon kings had studied some theory, they should know how weak the bourgeoisie was and how unwilling they were to start a large-scale war.

Angers looked at Ander in front of him and felt that he couldn't understand this dragon anymore.

"I thought you really liked capitalism."

Ander curled his lip and said disdainfully:

"Dragons are actually anti-capital; they like to hoard gold and silver treasures, but they are unwilling to invest them."

“I dislike paper money even more. I like gold and art, but I don’t like worthless paper money.”

For dragons, gold is both a collectible and food. No dragon would refuse to lie on its treasure, but they would not use the treasure to buy land or open factories to exploit workers.

In a sense, dragons are anti-capitalist, and their treasures are worthless because they don't circulate in the market.

Ander left the principal's office, intending to go to the canteen to eat two lamb legs first. Angers sat there alone, pondering what Ander had just said.

"Worse than a dog?"

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Real Gungnir

In a special room in the cafeteria of Kassel, Ander is enjoying his lunch.

For dragons, they can go for months without eating after a single meal, and they can live on stones and soil, but who can resist a delicious meal?

Ander, a brass dragon, has lived in the desert since childhood, and his main food consists of sheep and camels roasted with dragon breath.

Therefore, even now, Ender's diet includes a large amount of lamb.

On a large round table, there was a wide variety of lamb prepared in different ways, from kebabs made of minced meat in the Middle East to hand-pulled lamb from Northwest China.

The food at Kassel College is mainly German cuisine, consisting of various sauerkraut, pork knuckle, and large sausages. To meet Ander's needs, they had to hire several Turkish chefs.

But that's okay. With the increasing number of Turkish immigrants in Germany, kebabs and baklavas will become part of German cuisine in twenty years.

Ander picked up a trembling piece of braised mutton, stuffed it into his mouth, and enjoyed the milky aroma of the mutton melting on his tongue.

It has to be said that when it comes to food, Earth is still better. Compared to these delicacies, Dragon's Breath's roasted food is simply tasteless.

Tearing off large chunks of the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside lean meat from the roasted lamb leg, Ander tossed the cleaned lamb leg bone onto the table and contentedly cleaned the grease off his body.

After dinner, it's time to take a nap, but before that, there's something important to do.

After wandering around the academy for a while, Ander strolled back to the principal's office.