Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The white-skinned fat guy was clearly looking for trouble, reaching out to grab the back of Ander's head.

But Ander had no interest in messing around with this guy. He raised his hand and cast a Charm spell, an enchantment that instantly froze the fat pig in place.

"Since you're so proud of your skin, why don't you just strip naked and go streaking..."

Before Ander could finish speaking, a completely naked white figure began running wildly across the deck.

"Remember to wash up in the sea after you're done running!"

After saying that, Ander walked away without looking back, completely ignoring the screams coming from behind him.

"Ah! You scoundrel..."

"Someone come here!"

"Mr. Diesterweg has gone mad! Someone come quick!"

Just as Ender was about to leave the deck, the sound of a heavy object falling into the water was heard.

Ander grinned mischievously.

"Who told me to be a kind dragon?"

Mr. Pestalozzi, who had been running naked, was quickly rescued, but remained in a daze until the end of the trip when he finally emerged from his cabin.

Back in his luxurious suite on the cruise ship, Angers sat in a chair, closed his eyes, and stroked his folding knife, seemingly resting.

On the second day after returning to society, Angers led his men to thoroughly search the Kassel estate, and finally found the blade of his friend Meneke Kassel's longsword in a corner...

Angers modified that small section of the blade into a folding knife, and would often take it out to rub it.

That was both a remembrance of a deceased friend and a silent accumulation of strength, waiting for the opportunity to launch that fatal blow.

Seeing this, Ander finally made up his mind and shouted to Angers, who was resting with his eyes closed:

"Wake up, come and protect us!"

Angers opened his eyes, a helpless expression on his face.

Do you come here every day?

"Shut up, I'm not backing down this time."

Ander had tried many times before, but he couldn't convince himself to put the gem in his mouth.

"If I turn back into a dragon, remember to cover for me."

Ander instructed

"Okay, okay, this room is spacious enough for you to run wild."

Angers was getting impatient.

"I swallowed it..."

"You really swallowed it..."

"I……"

Angers grabbed the gem and shoved it into Ander's mouth.

"Dragging and dawdling."

Ander swallowed instinctively, and the pea-sized gem went into his stomach.

"I'm not ready yet."

"You won't be ready even in ten years."

Given the lifespan of a true dragon, it's not impossible for it to take ten years to make a serious decision.

"Okay, now I've swallowed this stuff, so what's next?"

Ander was somewhat disappointed when the imagined golden light emanating from his body or black mud gushing from his pores did not happen.

"Perhaps you just need a little push."

As the most outstanding young generation of the Peruvian party, Angers quickly made a connection.

"Langger beawen" Angers tried to repeat the dragon script incantation he had heard years ago.

"What did you say? Wait..."

As Angers chanted the incantation, Ander felt a connection established with some ethereal being, and he gained some kind of knowledge.

“％￥@％（Dragon Language）”

As Ander chanted in a low voice, a tiny flame appeared on his fingertips.

"This is the power of words."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Angers could still tell that Ander had used a spell by chanting dragon language.

Ander closed his eyes and entered his own memory palace.

He immediately noticed the faint red star that had appeared in the Hall of Memories.

A red star connects to a red line that extends into the distant, endless void.

"Let me see what you're up to..."

Ander leaned closer, trying to discern something from the star.

In the dim red light, Ander saw a giant dragon, hundreds of meters tall, breathing fire from its mouth.

Although the dragon looked majestic and imposing, unfortunately, it remained motionless.

It's obvious that this is a picture.

"Are you kidding me? You only gave me a picture?"

Ander tried the Word of Power a few more times and quickly discovered some patterns.

The so-called dragon script is merely a key to triggering the power of words; what truly matters is probably something far more advanced.

It's like a trashy pay-to-win game where hybrids and dragons are all players, and bloodlines are what you pay for.

But mixed-race people, lacking money, naturally have fewer rights.

Dragons are wealthy, and therefore have more power.

He had stolen someone else's account and forcibly logged into the game.

What about the four monarchs and the Black King?

They are the servers, the GMs, the planners, and the foundation of everything.

Thinking of Lu Mingfei in the book, Ander knew that this guy was either a GM or a hacker.

Ander immediately thought of something similar: divine magic, spells mediated by gods.

"Following this line of reasoning, what about the four monarchs..."

"They possess divine authority; this is the power and authority of the Dragon King."

"Okay, now there's good news and bad news."

"The bad news is that the four monarchs are ridiculously powerful, but the good news is that I only need to wait a hundred years or so to be able to pick up godhoods following in the protagonist's footsteps."

Dragons have long lifespans, so they are not afraid to wait.

In Ander's view, a hundred years is nothing. At worst, he can find a place to sleep, store up more food, and wait for it to come.

Ender pondered for a long time in the Hall of Memories, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Lu Mingfei, I'm going to make you my ancestor!"

Chapter Thirteen: A Midnight Gift

On the turbulent sea, a passenger ship smashes through the oncoming giant waves with its steel hull.

Excessive rain poured heavily onto the deck, and the fog was so thick that one could not see their hand in front of their face.

Suddenly, another bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a deep rumble of thunder that made the waves tremble.

Just like every movie about the sea has a storm, the passenger ship that Ender was on also encountered a small storm.

If this were a pirate movie, Ender should be singing and scooping water on the deck.

But it's the 20th century, so Anders can only sit in the cabin and chat with Angers.

Angers, however, seemed somewhat absent-minded. He recalled the rain that day, and it seemed to have been just like that...

But Ender clearly didn't care; he was boasting about how he had driven three Mayouf acid arrows down the throat of a blue dragon.

The story ended with Ender's brilliant imitation, but Ender was still not satisfied.

"It's your turn, it's your turn."

Ander encouraged Angers to tell his adventure stories so that he could mock Angers' short and impoverished life experiences.

But Angers remained unenthusiastic, so Anders simply asked another question:

"Hey, don't you have to tell me who killed your friends?"

Although Ander could recall what happened that day through his memories of his previous life, he still hoped to hear Angers tell the story himself.

Angers gripped his folding knife, wanting to give this scoundrel that was rubbing salt into his wounds a good whack.

"I don't want to talk about it..."

"Don't be like that, have more trust. I don't even know who the enemy is, you're really heartless."

In Hamburg, Anders had asked a similar question, but Angers really didn't want to recall that day's experience.

"Some things are better said out loud, so everyone will be happy."

Perhaps the busyness of the past few days had eased the sadness, and Angers finally spoke.

"The story begins when Lu Shanyan accompanied a minister of the Qing Dynasty to England..."

Angers' narration is dry, without any fancy words or deliberately left suspense; he simply tells a story with a terrible ending in a straightforward manner.

Lu Shanyan was an anti-Qing revolutionary. With his help, the Secret Party purchased cultural relics related to the dragon race from China for research.

However, the corrupt Qing government collaborated with mixed-race people within China and set a trap for the Secret Service by disguising a dormant dragon king as a "lizard skeleton" and sending it into their hands.