Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 12 The Ship bound for China
Ten days later, on a passenger ship bound for Huaxia Shanghai Stock Exchange from Hamburg Port, Ander leaned against the side of the ship, looking at a red gemstone the size of a mung bean in his palm.

After receiving the magic circle given by the platinum dragon god Bahamut, Ander immediately used it on the red dragon cub, and performed an exciting magic ceremony in Angers' basement.

Then, in a puff of smoke, the red dragon cub transformed into this tiny jewel, gleaming with the alluring mineral light.

Although Ange complained that it was black magic, Ender himself said that black cats and white cats are good cats if they can be masturbated.

As long as you swallow this gem, you can become stronger.

"What is the principle of this? Is magic really omnipotent?"

Andrew was puzzled. As a warlock, he didn't know how to explore the mysteries of magic, and his knowledge reserve was indeed insufficient.

It was precisely because this magic was completely a black box to him that Ander had to treat this refined gem carefully, and did not eat or absorb it until today when he left Hamburg for Huaxia.

"I don't know what it will become if I eat it. I don't want my eyes to become light bulbs."

Unlike the golden pupils of mixed races, the eyes of real dragons are similar to those of cats. They can reflect light, but they cannot emit light naturally, not to mention the operation of burning golden pupils.

Just as Ender was thinking, a potbellied white man walked over.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, why did you crawl out of the third-class cabin?"

In order to hide his identity and prevent the enemy from attacking, Ander and Ange had to disguise themselves as tourists.

But he overlooked one thing, it was 1900,
Tartar is not dead yet...

"Where did your braid go?"

The white-skinned fat boy obviously wanted to find fault, and reached out to grab the back of Ender's head.

But Ander wasn't interested in making trouble with this guy. He raised his hand and released a ring of enchantment spells to charm humans, and the fat pig froze there immediately.

"Since you are so proud of your skin, why don't you just take off your clothes and run naked..."

Before Ender finished speaking, a white body started running wildly on the deck.

"After running, remember to wash in the sea!"

After speaking, Ender walked away without looking back, completely ignoring the screams behind him.

"Ah! Rogue..."

"Come on!"

"Mr. Destorhui is crazy, come quickly!"

Just as Ender was about to leave the deck, the sound of heavy objects falling into the water came.
Ender showed a happy smirk.

"Who told me to be a kind dragon?"

The streaking Mr. Di Sdohui was quickly rescued, but he remained in a daze until the end of the trip.

Back in the luxury suite of the cruise ship, Angers sat on a chair and stroked his pocket knife with his eyes closed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

On the second day after returning to society, Angers took people to search the Cassel manor carefully, and finally found the long knife of his friend Menech Cassel... the blade in a corner.

Angers converted the small section of the blade into a pocket knife, and always took it out to rub it when there was nothing to do.

That is nostalgia for old friends, but also silently accumulating strength, waiting for the opportunity to launch that fatal blow.

Ender finally made up his mind after watching this scene, he shouted to Ange who was resting with his eyes closed:

"Wake up, come and protect the Dharma!"

Angers opened his eyes with a helpless expression.

"Do you come here every day?"

"Shut up, I won't back down this time."

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

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

Ender exhorted

"Got it, got it, this room is spacious enough for you to run wild."

Angers was a little impatient.

"I swallowed it..."

"It's really swallowed...

"I……"

Anger grabbed the gem and stuffed it into Ender's mouth.

"Grumbling."

Ender swallowed subconsciously, and the mung bean-sized gem went into his stomach.

"I'm not ready yet."

"Wait ten years and you won't be ready."

Given the lifespan of a true dragon, it is not impossible to spend ten years making a serious decision.

"Okay, now I swallow this thing, and then?"

Ender was a little disappointed that the golden glow he imagined or the black mud pouring out of his pores didn't happen.

"Maybe you just need a little push."

Angers, as the best young generation of the secret party, quickly thought of something.

"Langger beawen" Anger tried to repeat the dragon spells he heard back then.

"What are you talking about? Wait..."

As Angers recited the incantation, Ender felt that some kind of ethereal existence had established a connection with him, and he had gained some kind of knowledge.

"%&￥@% (Dragon Language)"

As Ender chanted in a low voice, a small flame appeared from his finger.

"This is the spirit of speech."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Anger still saw that Ander used the spirit of speech by singing the dragon language.

Ender closed his eyes and entered his memory hall.

At a glance, he could see that there was a dim red star in the hall of memory.

The red stars are connected to a red thread, and the red thread extends to the distant endless void.

"Let me see what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd..."

Ender leaned closer, trying to see something from the star.

Under the dim red light, Ander saw a [-]-meter-tall dragon spouting flames from its mouth.

Although the giant dragon looked mighty and domineering, it was a pity that he was motionless.

Obviously, this is a picture.

"Is there any mistake, just give me a picture?"

Ender tried the spirit speech a few more times, and soon discovered some patterns.

The so-called Longwen is just the key to trigger the speech spirit, and what really works is probably something more advanced.

It's like a spicy chicken krypton gold game, where both the mixed race and the dragon race are players, and the bloodline is your krypton money.

But the mixed race has no money, so the rights are naturally less
But if the dragon clan has money, the power will be greater

And I stole someone else's account and forcibly logged in to the game.

What about the Four Monarchs and the Black King?

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

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

Ander immediately thought of something similar, that is divine spells, spells with gods as the intermediary.

"Based on this reasoning, the four great monarchs..."

"They have godheads in their hands, and this is the power and power of the Dragon King."

"Well, now there is good news and bad news."

"The bad news is that the four monarchs are ridiculously strong, but the good news is that I only need to wait for more than 100 years, and I can follow the protagonist to pick up the godhead."

Dragons have a long lifespan, so there is no fear of waiting.

In Ender's view, it's only 100 years, the big deal is to find a place to sleep, store more food, and wait.

Ender thought for a long time in the memory hall, and finally came to a conclusion

"Lu Mingfei, I've decided on your ancestor!

　The collection has exceeded 200, and when I think that two hundred people have read this story, I am so happy that I am dancing and dancing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)