Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Chu Tianjiao bowed to the dragon head emblem and placed three incense sticks into the incense burner.

"Is that all right?"

"That's fine, as long as the thought is there."

At that moment, a stainless steel trolley was pushed into the private room, and a person wearing an apron took porcelain bowls off the trolley one by one.

Steam rose from the porcelain bowl, and a unique aroma whetted the appetites of everyone present.

"Captain Chu, come and have some noodles."

Xiao Liu placed the bowl of noodles in front of Chu Tianjiao. Inside was satay noodles, a common dish in Minzhou. The yellow satay soup was made by simmering bone broth, shrimp broth, and satay sauce. Several pieces of beef and two or three fish balls were placed on top of the noodles.

"Praise Bahamut, slurp!"

Xiao Liu offered a prayer, picked up a noodle, and slurped it up. Several sounds rang out in the private room immediately afterward.

"Praise Bahamut, slurp!"

"Praise Bahamut, slurp!"

Chu Tianjiao looked at Xiao Liu, who was slurping noodles next to him, and realized for the first time how vast and wonderful the world was. He had studied in the United States and considered himself to have seen a lot.

You know, cults are everywhere in the United States. When he was interning in the executive department, he had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of cults. This was the first time he had seen such a unique and unconventional sect.

"Xiao Liu, what exactly happened?"

With a belly full of questions, Chu Tianjiao finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Captain Chu, this is how our sect's rituals are done..."

"Eating satay noodles in the cafeteria?"

"This was decided by Archbishop Gulvig; her tomato pasta is delicious."

"What about the oracle?"

Xiao Liu pointed to the A4 sheet of paper pasted on the blackboard.

"That is, there is only one sentence."

Chu Tianjiao felt a surge of anger rising within him, realizing he had been tricked.

"So even the so-called divine magic is fake?"

Xiao Liu paused for a moment, then put his hands together and muttered: "Deadpool will kill every one he sees."

A ray of light shone on Chu Tianjiao, invigorating his spirits.

"That was divine magic, which requires a certain understanding of divine pronouncements. Everything I said is true."

"understand?"

"It's just about killing high-risk hybrids, and adding a praise to Bahamut before you kill them. I'm already a level 2 priest by the standards now."

Chu Tianjiao stared blankly at Xiao Liu, a little bit of satay noodle soup on the corner of his mouth, but in a sense he was actually attending a solemn mass.

This sect doesn't have complicated rituals, tedious oracles, or bizarre rules, but they all speak the truth.

"Captain Chu?"

Chu Tianjiao seemed to awaken from a dream.

"what happened?"

"The noodles will get cold if we don't eat them soon."

"Okay, praise Bahamut, slurp!"

Chapter 92 Contract Agreement

In an old street in Minzhou City, a teahouse called "Hexutong" had just opened. The owner, Mr. Lu Ande, was sitting at the front desk, listening to Chu Tianjiao recount what had happened some time ago.

"Hahaha... hiccup! How could they even think of using noodles as a form of mass?"

Ander laughed uncontrollably, snorting like a pig, slapping the table and doubled over with laughter.

After what happened back then, Ander never paid attention to the development of this sect, letting it grow wildly. Now, according to Chu Tianjiao's description, the Dragon Worship Sect that worshipped him back then has evolved into a new sect that combines Chinese and Western elements and integrates the essence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Sect.

"Elder Lu, won't this anger that deity?"

Chu Tianjiao looked worried, after all, this was related to whether he could return to the front line and continue to monitor Odin's movements.

"God asks for offerings, and haven't you carried out His divine decree very well?"

Ender didn't believe in Bahamut before, and he doesn't shy away from saying it now. Bahamut's favorite thing to do every day is to uphold justice in various worlds and fight against evil creatures.

To put it simply, this boss is a world policeman-like good-natured person. In addition, the metal dragon itself doesn't care much about rituals. As the saying goes, as long as the sentiment is there, that's enough.

"Believe me, the world is so big, there are plenty of Mass ceremonies that are even more ridiculous than eating noodles."

After hearing Ander's explanation, Chu Tianjiao finally felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you want to resolve the issue of bloodline, why don't you just come to me?"

Ander asked, but Chu Tianjiao shook his head. He had considered going directly to this ancestor of the dragon lineage, but directly increasing the strength of the true dragon bloodline would not be without a price.

“Mr. Lu, Xiao Yan is an ordinary person. I don’t want to scare her.”

After the true dragon bloodline increases, the body will uncontrollably transform into a dragon. Some officials in relevant departments have to wear long sleeves and gloves because of severe dragon transformation.

After all, not everyone can learn the art of transformation.

Therefore, Chu Tianjiao chose to use Bahamut's divine power to protect himself, rather than to enhance the strength of his bloodline.

"Alright, you know what you're doing. Come and see what you think of my teahouse."

Ander led Chu Tianjiao around the teahouse. Unlike some of the older teahouses nearby, this one was decorated in a modern style, with sofa booths similar to those in a tea restaurant. Large glass cabinets displayed wood carvings and tea sets, and several large teapots were placed behind the bar.

In Minzhou, the emphasis is on drinking Gongfu tea, which is delicate and refined, with meticulous attention to every step and movement. There is even a tradition of tea competitions.

However, Chu Tianjiao realized that this teahouse was more like a modern teahouse in the southwest region, combining a chess and card room, a screening room, an internet cafe, and even two arcade machines.

Ander took out a glass beer mug and brewed a cup of buckwheat tea for Chu Tianjiao. Chu Tianjiao took the mug, took a small sip, and said:

"Mr. Lu, I'm afraid your teahouse is going to be difficult to run."

"How to say?"

"You've brought all the mahjong parlors from the southwest over here, haven't you?"

Ander nodded. A few years ago, Chu Jie took his two children back to China to visit relatives and played mahjong all day long at the local mahjong parlor.

Knowing that Ande wanted to open a teahouse, he volunteered to give him advice, which was modeled after the mahjong parlors in Southwest China.

"This was your Aunt Chu's idea; she's the one who gave me that Hexutong sign outside."

Hexutong was originally a teahouse on Chunxi Road, belonging to Peng Huanzhang, a general of the Sichuan Army at the time, and also one of the members of the Gelaohui (a secret society).

At that time, the political situation was unstable, and Hexutong's business gradually declined. So the manager handed over the signboard, which, after several twists and turns, ended up in the hands of the Heaven and Earth Society.

Later, Hexutong never reopened, so Chu Jie simply gave the signboard to Ande, allowing Hexutong to be reborn in Minzhou.

After listening to Ander's account, Chu Tianjiao awkwardly touched his nose. Chu Jie was practically his ancestor, so he couldn't really say anything and could only subtly change the subject.

"Why did you decide to go back to Minzhou?"

Ander rolled his eyes and took a bottle of Pepsi from the freezer behind him.

"It's all because of that child, Lu Mingfei."

The whole thing about Luli was ultimately due to Ander's dragon breath attack. If it weren't for that attack, Jovie wouldn't have had to carry the baby for ten months. So Ander always felt that he owed Jovie a favor.

In addition, Odin has recently caused trouble in Minzhou again, so I might as well spend some time in China every year to guide the future protagonist and take care of that guy hiding in the highway.

The Dragon Clan in his previous life had a terrible ending, and he didn't even see the finale when he transmigrated. There are many different opinions about Odin's true identity. If he wants to understand this world more deeply, Odin might be a better starting point.

Over the years, Lu Lincheng has devoted himself to that damned Doomsday Faction and rarely had contact with the mixed-race people of China. Chu Tianjiao only knew that there was such a person in Minzhou, but had never been close to him.

"Mr. Lu, where does that child go to school?"

"Just like your son, Shilan Middle School, just started junior high."

At this time, Chu Zihang was just in the second year of junior high school and was a popular figure on campus. Even though he didn't have the rich second-generation status of the original work, his mixed-race temperament was still undeniable.

“Then I’ll have Zihang go and see him. Zihang is very popular in Shilan.”

"That's fine, but the child is rather shy, so don't scare him."

A few days later, following his father's instructions, Chu Zihang headed towards Class 3 of the first year of junior high school at Shilan Middle School, intending to visit the son of the old friend his father had mentioned.

From the nearby classroom, Chu Zihang heard a commotion coming from inside, and it seemed that something had fallen to the ground.

"My parents just went on a business trip."

"Exactly, are you looking for a fight by going against the Lu family's duo?"

Chu Zihang stood by the window and looked inside, seeing a group of people gathered in a circle, among whom were several boys.

A chubby, dark-skinned boy stood with his arms crossed, loudly berating a boy lying on the ground.

A thin, dark-skinned boy next to him grabbed someone's arm, twisted him around, and pressed him onto the table.

"Lu Mingfei! Let go, or else..."

Lu Mingze turned around and looked at the person who was being pressed down on the table.

"What else can you do? You still want to fight the two of us?"

Lu Mingze reached out his chubby little hand and pinched the person's face, a gesture that was not very offensive but extremely insulting.

"Otherwise, otherwise... I'll tell the teacher."

Lu Mingze patted the man's cheek and said in a provocative tone:

"Come on, do you even have the strength to fight me, Young Master Lu? Just apologize and that's it."

Lu Mingfei had just come out of that crazy military training summer camp when he ran into a few clueless guys who came to provoke him. So he teamed up with his cousin and taught those two guys a lesson.

Chu Zihang watched the scene in the classroom and walked away silently. Is this the shy boy his father was talking about?

That's really... too "shy".

Chapter Ninety-Three: Let him never see the sun tomorrow.