Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 244 Family Letter
Listening to An De's description, Old Tang's mind was filled with memories. Old Tang knew exactly what it was like to be stuffed with many different memories.

Although most of Norton's memories were incomplete, it did not prevent Old Tang from finding what Norton cared most about when he dreamed back at midnight, his younger brother, Constantine, another king of bronze and fire.

Norton's feelings for Constantine were very complicated. Based on Old Tang's life experience in the past twenty years, he really couldn't understand how Norton regarded Constantine as both family and food at the same time.

According to Ender, Constantine's status is roughly similar to that of rhubarb at the entrance of the village. He is not only a partner who accompanies the children to grow up, but also can be food when necessary.

After being rescued, Old Tang fell into a entanglement about who I am. Ender told him that he was Norton, the bronze and fire king of the dragon clan, but there was no trace of dragon blood in his body now. The memories in his mind told him that he was Li Xiong, a man from the Han Dynasty who lived thousands of years ago, but those memories were like a strange movie, and Old Tang was just the audience.

Now, he had to hypnotize himself by chatting with Lu Mingfei, telling himself that his past life was not false.

After seeing Old Tang's gloomy face, Ander nodded in satisfaction. Obviously, he is not the only one who is in a bad mood now.

A chair was brought over casually, and Ander sat on the edge of Lu Mingfei's bed. The paper and ballpoint pen flew in the air in a very magical posture. Ander stretched his waist, and said to Lu Mingfei: "You dictate, I'll write to you."

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but Old Tang next to him was aroused by Ander's move: "Is this a superpower, just like Lao Lu?"

"You didn't tell him?" Ander glanced at Lu Mingfei and asked curiously.

"He just moved here today, so he didn't have time." Lu Mingfei touched his thinning hair and said with a smile, his muscles tugged on the wound that was still recovering, and he grinned again.

"Well, Ronald, this is actually the hand of a mage, and I am a brass dragon." Ender looked at Old Tang righteously and said: "Also, I wrote the first edition of the rules of DND. Guaranteed to be accurate."

As he spoke, Ander turned his head into a dragon's head, showing his true appearance to Old Tang.

"My dear, so you are also a dragon." Old Tang was quick-witted, Li Yu sat up straight, then fell down with a grin, panting heavily: "I suddenly feel better."

"Don't say that, theoretically I am different from the dragons in this world." Ender waved his hand, summoned a magic image, and said to Old Tang, "You said it yourself."

In the magic image, Norton, who looked like a black slime, let out a deep roar, and shouted to Ender standing in front of him: "Pseudo-dragon, blasphemy!"

"It's not me. I should have been in this thing's stomach at that time." Old Tang said awkwardly: "By the way, you talk about another world, what's going on?"

"The wishing technique, I don't know why, but I was sent here." Ander spread his hands and said innocently: "If I had known that the dragons in this world were so wrong, I would not have come here."

"That's right," Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly, and said to Old Tang, "You know, at that time you turned into a ball of black mud, like a slime."

"Actually, dragons in this world are closer to demon-like things." Ender fiddled with the letter paper in front of him a few times, and said, "But let's talk about this later, I'll finish writing the letter now."

"Wait, one last question."

Old Tang struggled to move, and Ander quickly held him down and said:

"If you have something to say, don't move."

Old Tang slowed down and paused for a moment before saying, "Did you come up with the Brass Dragon Bard series?"

"Yeah," Ender nodded, "I also wrote the module for the decisive battle in the desert."

"I just said, why are the brass dragons so powerful in those books, and you have actually dated princesses from several countries?" Old Tang shouted, showing a weird smile.

Old Tang was talking about an autobiographical novel written by Ander a few years ago. Although it was classified as a Western fantasy, the descriptions in it were very real. Although the main character was an unrestrained brass dragon bard, it also attracted many people. Few people.

However, this series of novels has a shortcoming that has been criticized, that is, its scale is very large, and the protagonist travels among many women, which is quite like a female mage pile driver.

"A small embellishment, but I did work as a bard, and you know that something exciting is necessary to attract the audience." Ender didn't care about what Old Tang said, and was even proud of it: " I'm glad you got some human affection, and when you recover, maybe you can find a girlfriend or something."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes," Old Tang smiled, looked at Lu Mingfei next to him and said, "You should write to Old Lu first."

Ander lowered his head, looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "Come on, if you want to say something, I'll write it for you."

"I want to write a letter to my parents." Lu Mingfei lowered his head, thinking about what happened these days: "Do they know about my situation?"

"It is theoretically known. Now that you are famous, everyone knows that a reckless man named Lu Mingfei rushed Norton in the face and survived." Ender waved the ballpoint pen in front of him, and wrote a simple letter on the letter paper. At the beginning of the book, he said to Lu Mingfei: "Now your name is known to everyone from the Arctic Ocean to Antarctica."

"This is really..." Lu Mingfei was silent, as if he felt ashamed of this statement, adjusted his mentality and looked at Ander beside him: "Uncle De, just write that I am fine and am receiving treatment. "

"Okay, let me see, dear mom and dad..." Under Ender's control, the ballpoint pen moved, wrote paragraphs of words on the letter paper, and reported to his parents that he was safe in Lu Mingfei's tone.

Ander's handwriting was a little smooth, and it looked a little elegant. After finishing writing a paragraph, Ander looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "Do you want to add something else, such as your school life or something?"

"No," Lu Mingfei shook his head: "Dad probably won't like it, don't mention it, maybe it's better."

"You still worry about this..." Ander sneered at Lu Mingfei's hesitation, and said, "He was also a big star in Kassel back then. If he hadn't joined the Doomsday faction later, he might be a professor now."

"Uncle Nade, just write that I met a few new friends, took a few classes, and joined the student union." Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Ask again, they are If there is anything missing there, I can send it to them."

(End of this chapter)