Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

During his subsequent journey, Lu Mingfei remained in a daze and paid no attention to what Ander said.

The fact that his uncle had suddenly turned into an immortal monster and that he was actually a little dragon was too much of a shock for him. Ander gave him some comforting words, but he still hadn't come to his senses by the time the train arrived at the station.

"Uncle De, can I not go to this school?"

Ander looked at the timid Lu Mingfei, thought for a moment, and said:

Do you know how we usually slay dragons these days?

Lu Mingfei suddenly recalled the scene he had seen in the illusion and said hesitantly:

"Use missiles?"

Ander nodded, pulled a cylindrical rocket launcher from under the seat next to him, and introduced it to Lu Mingfei:

"In China, rocket launchers are standard equipment. Generally speaking, when facing a dragon, a regiment of ordinary soldiers and three six-man mixed-race squads will attack together."

"Launching an over-the-horizon strike from two kilometers away and killing that dragon in the artillery fire, you might complete ten missions without ever encountering a dragon."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had always liked to snipe people from a distance when he played CS since he was a child. This dragon-slaying method was perfect for him.

"And the relevant departments in China are the departments that handle matters related to dragons. They belong to the state. If you go back, you will be an officer, follow the military's organizational structure, have a guaranteed life, and if you die, you will be considered a martyr. The state will take care of your children all the way up to university."

So, you should study hard.

After hearing what Ander said, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that his major was not bad at all. It included room and board, and he might even get a wife. Most importantly, he didn't have to fight dragons with knives. He was grateful for the progress of technology.

"Phew... Uncle De, I knew you wouldn't trick me. I thought I was going to have to take a knife and slay a dragon."

“I’m a heavy firepower advocate, but the dean of Kassel College is a melee advocate.”

Ander's words made Lu Mingfei's breath catch in his throat. A bead of sweat appeared on his face, and he stammered:

"Then he..."

"Yes, he was a man who fought dragons hand-to-hand with a fruit knife, so most students in Kassel have a melee mentality."

"Those idiots would charge at dragons' hard scales with knives, you must never do that."

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly. He wasn't that kind of fool. It was better to stay in the back and keep a safe distance. As for that burly principal, Lu Mingfei had already imagined him as a Viking berserker wielding a large axe.

"We've arrived at the station, so I'm not going to worry about you anymore. I'll come find you after military training."

"There's also military training?"

Lu Mingfei heard a rather unpleasant word, which was not good news for him.

"Yes, this is a military academy..."

Lu Mingfei stumbled out of the train, dragging his suitcase in a daze. He saw the girl named Ling, and the two exchanged a glance, speechless, both heading towards the exit.

It was a medieval-style building with a sign that read in English:

"Drugs have been eradicated at our school."

Lu Mingfei had seen this sign at the gates of many schools in New York. According to Lao Tang, since he was in high school, the United States has tried to ban drugs in high schools, but it has not succeeded yet, and those lousy schools are still full of drug addicts.

So, schools with this sign are considered good schools.

"Okay, what's next, guns, alcohol, or...?"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. Having spent some time in New York, Lu Mingfei knew all too well about the freedom in America, but what happened next showed him what true freedom in America really meant.

Passing by the medieval buildings, a magnificent stage suddenly appeared on the green lawn in the distance, with wild music playing, accompanied by laughter from the crowd and the sound of firecrackers.

But when Lu Mingfei walked in, he realized that it wasn't firecrackers at all. The audience members were holding rifles and firing them into the sky, using the gunfire to accompany the song.

The audience members were clearly divided into two categories: one group had serious expressions and wore formal attire, as if they were listening to an elegant concert.

The other side went crazy, shouting the names of the people on stage, drinking beer, and firing bullets into the sky.

But what they had in common was that they were both carrying guns.

"Caesar! Caesar!"

"Little Beowulf!"

"Nono!"

Lu Mingfei tried to leave, but found himself squeezed together by the people behind him. The box had flown away at some point and was lying on the grass like a piece of trash.

At that moment, the energetic music on stage began to play. Lu Mingfei looked up and saw a red-haired girl standing in the light, a four-leaf clover earring sparkling under the spotlight.

The girl wore a tricorn hat and a sailor's uniform from the Age of Exploration, dressed like a pirate queen.

Beside her was a man with long blond hair, fiddling with a violin, from which a melodious prelude flowed.

Behind him was a white man holding an electric bass guitar. Even though Lu Mingfei was some distance from the stage, he could see that the man's face seemed to have golden scales.

The girl gripped the microphone in front of her, and a passionate song flew from her throat, igniting the scene with fiery enthusiasm.

“Dei ist da (It is the perfect time to go out to sea);

Mabsp;dibsp;auf jung (Let's go, my boy);

Denn die segel si (The sails are already high in the air);

......"

The girl's voice had a slightly husky, smoky quality, and the song's style was very tough, but it suited her surprisingly well.

Lu Mingfei stood below the stage, watching the beads of sweat on the girl's chin reflect onto his own face. When he was awakened by the gunshot, he realized that he had already reached the front of the line.

Johnny boy

Johnny Boy

We're born for storms.

Her beautiful red hair swayed in the breeze, stirring up the atmosphere below the stage. Lu Mingfei felt that the girl on stage was looking at him.

Johnny boy

Johnny Boy

But I wish you all the best.

As the girl was singing the chorus, she took off her tricorn hat and slammed it hard on Lu Mingfei's head. The people around her, seeing Lu Mingfei's embarrassed expression, burst into boisterous laughter.

At this moment, Anders and Angers stood on the roof of the small building behind, watching the students' performance.

"Is this what Freedom Day, the rock concert, is like this year?"

Ander was a little puzzled. This year's Freedom Day seemed a bit too uneventful. He remembered that last year it was a champagne pool.

“You weren’t here last year, and in the end, Gulweg went and dragged Caesar out of the champagne pool.”

On Freedom Day last year, Caesar, who had just enrolled, booked the school's swimming pool and poured the most expensive champagne into it.

Then he led a group of hot girls in bikinis to swim around inside, perfectly portraying the image of a rich second-generation spendthrift.

Finally, Kaiser's mother, Gulweg, who was living in seclusion at the Kassel College, couldn't stand it anymore and pulled him out of the champagne pool by his ear.

"You know, that kind of behavior is too much like... Pompeii."

Angers explained with a smile, and Ander nodded, agreeing that this spendthrift behavior was indeed somewhat like his father's.

"So this year it's been changed to a rock concert?"

"No...it's actually an unrestricted fighting game. The student council and the Lionheart Club each sing a song, and then the battle begins until only one is left."

Chapter 133 A Wasted Yearning

As Ander listened to Angers' explanation, he raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Why are these rules so strange?"

"Caesar decided that today is just a concert, he told his mother."

As for the subsequent brawl, it was just entertainment during the concert, right?

"That's good too, at least it's better than throwing money around everywhere."

Ander sighed. As a dragon, he couldn't stand seeing people waste money. He was heartbroken to see people like Pompeii and Gattuso using gold leaves as toilet paper.

"Look down there, over there, at Lu Mingfei's place."

Angers pointed to the stage below and said, and Ander looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a red-haired girl putting a hat on Lu Mingfei's head.

"Is this Chen Motong? He does look somewhat like Xiaolu Li."

Ander carefully examined Chen Motong, who was dressed like a pirate, and compared her closely with Lu Li, discovering a serious problem.

"They look very similar, but shorter than Kojiri, and their hair color seems to be dyed..."

Ander compared Lu Li and Chen Motong, listing the differences between them one by one.

Angers was somewhat speechless. Ander had rarely left the Dragon's Lair this year and was indifferent to what was happening at the school, so he had only just seen Chen Motong.

“Look at that one behind you, that’s Beowulf’s son.”

By this time, Ander had counted to the tenth gap, and Angers had to change the subject, making him focus his attention on the people behind him.

"The third generation, old Beowulf's grandson."

The Beowulf family are typical brutes; they feed their infants poisonous dragon blood crystals to gain powerful fighting abilities.

But their targets are not dragons, but humans who have fallen into the dead; they are the executioners of the Secret Society.

However, due to their Spartan parenting methods, most Beowulf family newborns died of poisoning within a week, until Ender intervened in the 1960s, saving them from the risk of extinction.

The young Beowulf on stage is the grandson of Beowulf, who is on the school board. He is one of the very few non-Chinese dragon descendants and one of the few mixed-race individuals who do not conceal their dragon heritage.

There's no way around it; the most distinctive feature of the Beowulf family is the dragon scales on their arms. These guys used to go shirtless, wielding axes, and fighting their way through groups of Deadpools, getting their scales soaked in the Deadpools' blood. They were proud of it.

"This unrestricted fighting is also part of Beowulf Jr.'s plan. He doesn't like hesitant gunfights; he prefers head-on confrontations."

"I'll introduce it with pride," An De said, but he didn't take it seriously. He looked down and saw that Chen Motong had put a hat on Lu Mingfei.

"It seems he's quite popular with women."

Angers teased, but Ander shrugged and said irritably:

"So you should have found a busty hottie to pick him up back then, that would have guaranteed he'd be completely devoted to your plan."

"Then forget it. There aren't many high-quality resources in the school, and most of them are already taken."