Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Angers turned his face, a sly smile on his lips.

"Because of you, your dragon blood has given her some fire abilities, like a kind of alternative dragon breath."

The dragonborn that Ander has converted over the years do not possess the ability to breathe weapons, or dragon breath, because the conflict between the dragon blood of the two worlds means that the dragonborn of this world can only be considered half-baked, not fully converted.

Now, this newborn child seems to have combined the power of words with the breath of dragons, perhaps because of the dragon blood that Giovanni was injected with during her pregnancy.

Ander suddenly understood what Angers' laughter meant earlier; now, the child that Giovanni was carrying possessed a portion of his bloodline.

Although this is not a big deal, the child now has five parents: the parents who gave her blood, the parents who conceived her, and Ander, the father who gave her dragon blood.

Although having three fathers and two mothers isn't a big deal, it's still enough to be featured on "1818 Golden Eye" (a popular Chinese news and information platform).

"I'll have to ask you for help now."

Angers patted Ander on the shoulder and said.

"What? You want me to take care of the child?"

Ang nodded and took a baby bottle from the bag at his feet and handed it to Ander.

“Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini can’t handle this child. I can manage, but are you sure you want me to take care of her?”

Ander glanced at Angers. He knew that if he wanted Angers to have a child, he would most likely take the child to fight Deadpool and then try to train her into a weapon without feelings.

"Forget it then, I don't have anything to do these days anyway."

"Remember to find me a replacement as soon as possible, someone with good physical strength will do."

Ander waved his hand. He wasn't even married yet, but he already had a daughter. It didn't feel so bad.

Chapter Eighty-Two: The Child

Recently, a rumor has been circulating among students in Kassel: the honorary principal, Mr. Lu Ander, who is as elusive as the vice-principal and a member of the school board, has become much younger.

Many people had seen Mr. Ender at the college. He was an old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He was very talkative and often chatted with students for an entire afternoon.

But now, the old man has transformed into a young man who looks to be in his early thirties, and Ander's explanation for this is quite simple.

“I wanted to look younger, so I put on makeup.”

Faced with questions from several school board members, Ander calmly tore off a mask from his face and said that this was one of the four great evil arts of Asia, which you foreigners would never understand.

However, the essence of this series of actions is that Ander can't keep pretending to be an old man forever. According to Long's age, he is only in his twenties or thirties. It would be tiring to pretend to be serious every day.

What troubles him most right now is the baby who was handed to him. The child's words of power are uncontrollable and could go out of control at any time, blowing up or cutting up objects around him.

Giovanni also tried to approach the child. At first, it was fine, but later the child was amused by her and a string of dragons came out of her mouth.

If Lu Lincheng hadn't reacted quickly, half of Qiao Weini's body would have been engulfed by the fireball.

Later, Angers commissioned the equipment department to customize a high-strength cut-resistant suit, which Ander then added to resist energy damage, allowing Giovanni to hold the child she had given birth to.

Lu Lincheng was rather indifferent to the child, but Qiao Weini liked the girl very much and often lamented that she couldn't bring Xiao Mingfei to see her sister.

Finally, the child was named Luli. That day, Giovanni was lying in bed when Angers came to see her and peeled a pear by her bedside.

Although Giovanni doesn't eat pears often, she said that the pear was big and sweet, so she decided to name her daughter Luli.

This naming method is not Chinese at all, but considering that Jovie herself is of Chinese descent who grew up abroad, it doesn't seem strange that she chose this name.

After all, Kobe's name comes from Kobe beef.

Lu Lincheng hadn't been in good shape since completing his mission in Siberia; he was often lost in thought, as if he were pondering something.

Several times when I fed him, I didn't check the temperature, and Xiaoming was burned and cried out.

Lu Mingfei, who underwent a series of tests in the United States, still appeared ordinary, but the test results revealed that he was of mixed race, with a very high degree of mixed heritage.

Jovie also insisted that she saw Xiaomingfei's golden eyes when she got up to breastfeed at night, and the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Kupata was rescued from Siberia, and with the help of Ander, the Indian man survived and spent a year in bed.

When he awoke from his hospital bed and returned to the equipment department, he was treated like a hero because he was the first hybrid in history to release Rhine without dying.

Although the explosion wasn't as severe as the one caused by Meneke Kassel,

"But you can have an even bigger one next time."

Akadula, holding an extra-large cheeseburger, patted Kupata on the shoulder, secretly relieved that he could finally hand over the burden.

These things were none of Ander's concern; he was currently in the dragon's lair, looking at the baby in front of him with a sorrowful expression.

As a dragon, Ander didn't really know how to take care of human babies. In his previous life as a human, he never got married, let alone had children.

So Ander used dragon parenting on Luli, a child whose destructive power was comparable to that of a baby dragon, throwing her into the dragon's lair and letting her play on his treasure.

Just give her enough food every day, and kick her out when she reaches the appropriate age.

Ander's parents raised him this way when he was a child, and he's still very healthy now, isn't he?

Then Luli's Word of Power cut a statue treasured by Ander in half, turning it into a pile of fragments.

Ander's appetite that day was noticeably increased, and afterwards he collected all the treasures from the dragon's lair.

Now, in the flat dragon's lair, there is a crib where little Luli is sleeping peacefully, with gold coins hanging above her face on ropes to attract the little one's attention.

To be fair, Ander thought every child with dragon blood would love these toys made of gold.

However, human infants are fundamentally different from dragon hatchlings. When Ender stayed in his parents' dragon's lair, he would only eat once every few days, and each meal consisted of half a sheep.

But Kojiri is different; she still has the habits of a human baby and needs to eat about every two or three hours.

So Ander went through the painful cycle of feeding, sleeping, feeding, sleeping, changing diapers, feeding, sleeping.

Most importantly, this child will cry when hungry, and when he cries, he will inadvertently use his incantation to create fireballs or invisible blades in the dragon's lair.

Now, Ander's dragon lair is covered with scratches and burn marks, but the memory of her innocent smile makes it hard for Ander to blame her.

"Little Dragon, grow up quickly!"

"Little Dragon, let's find treasure!"

"Little Dragon, kill the Blue Dragon!"

From that day on, the lullaby sung by Ander in the dragon language no longer echoed in the dragon's lair.

Back on the other side, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini were ready to leave. Although Qiao Weini wanted to take Lu Li back to China with her, Xiao Mingfei was far too weak compared to his sister, and they were powerless to take care of this naturally strong child.

Ander, holding Lu Li, watched as Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini led Lu Mingfei onto the special plane bound for China.

Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini plan to disguise their identities and let Lu Mingfei grow up as an ordinary child. If he remains mediocre, then they will not let him enter the world of mixed-race people.

Say goodbye to your mother.

Ander spoke to the little girl in his arms. The child opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead spat out a dragon, leaving a tear mark on the ground.

"goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

The two boarded the plane, and Ander watched the iron bird fly into the sky and disappear into the clouds.

Eleven years later, in 2003, in Minzhou, southeastern China.

Minzhou has developed quite well in recent years. Without the threat from the southeast, this city, which also has geographical advantages, has finally burst forth with its own vitality.

In a residential compound belonging to the Minzhou Public Security Bureau, a man in his thirties knocked on the door of Chu Tianjiao, the deputy head of the police station.

A handsome boy opened the door. He looked very reserved and had no expression on his face.

"Little friend, I need to talk to your father. Could you call him over?"

Chapter 83 Odin's Trail

Young Chu Zihang called his father, who was on vacation at home, and brought the strange man at the door into the house.

"Mr. Lu, you've arrived."

Chu Tianjiao held Ander's hand. He knew that the person in front of him, or rather, Long, was an extraordinary figure. Even though he usually did things his own way, he dared not be negligent.

"Zihang, go pour this gentleman some tea."

Chu Tianjiao was momentarily at a loss for words to address this important figure. By seniority, An De was more than qualified to be Chu Zihang's great-great-grandfather.

"Just call me uncle."

Ander sat on the sofa, looking around the small home. The room's decor was chaotic yet orderly, with all sorts of decorations and medals piled together, making it look somewhat cluttered.

But upon closer inspection, it has a unique beauty, and the ground is not dirty, showing that it is regularly maintained.

Ander took the teacup from Chu Zihang, took a small sip, and placed the cup on the table.

"You mean Zihang? Your dad and I have something to talk about. You go back to your room and play for a bit."

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but frowned. He was already thirteen years old and didn't like Ander's coaxing tone.

However, he obediently returned to his room, closed the door, and started doing his summer homework.

"Old Lu, you've come for Odin, haven't you?"

Seeing that Ander had sent Chu Zihang away, Chu Tianjiao didn't waste any words. A few days ago, a typhoon hit, and the ghost on the highway suddenly awoke, causing a major accident.

"He was seriously injured more than ten years ago, but it seems that he has recovered this time."

In fact, many years ago, Ander had already determined that the Odin in the Minzhou Expressway was probably fake, and that the real Gungnir was in the hands of the Secret Society. Moreover, the abilities that this Odin displayed were rather weak compared to the Dragon King.

Chu Tianjiao then recounted the ins and outs of the incident:

"A colleague of ours went to visit a friend, only to find that his friend had disappeared."

A few days ago, during the May Day holiday, a specialist from a relevant department took a break to visit his friend. However, upon arrival, he discovered that his friend had disappeared. Most strangely, his friend's family had lost all memory of him.

“His parents, children, and even his lover who lived with him day and night do not remember that he ever existed.”

The commissioner immediately realized the problem and reported the situation to the organization. As a result, commissioners from the entire province mobilized to thoroughly investigate the poor missing person.

"We found that this only occurred with people who were close to him, as if it were some kind of psychological suggestion."

According to Chu Tianjiao, this kind of psychological suggestion can make people selectively ignore things related to the missing person.

“For example, we take a photo of him with someone else, but those people can only see the other person, not the missing person.”

At this point, Chu Tianjiao took a sip of tea with a hint of lingering fear. This ability was unpredictable and impossible to guard against.