Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 55 You Are Not Politically Correct
In a closed conference room, a fat Italian man wearing a pair of fancy underwear provoked a traditional Sicilian dance on the conference table.

The fat buttocks were wriggling, and from the way he looked, he was obviously enjoying it.

"He doesn't seem very strong?"

Ander communicated with Angers. He just used the magic of Charming Humans. It stands to reason that as long as there is some preparation for the mixed race, they will not be charmed by magic.

"Those with higher bloodlines in the Gattuso family shoulder the responsibility of reproduction, so the members who manage things are naturally..."

For a mixed-race family with a weak foundation, Gattuso longed for more powerful strength, so those members of high blood became out-and-out stallions, sowing hard every day, including the Gattuso family the owner of the house.

And those with mediocre bloodlines or those who are old and infertile can only be responsible for some family chores, such as holding a meeting of the secret party instead of the busy family head.

"Mr. Lu, you are going too far."

A blond middle-aged man looked at Ender, he frowned, very dissatisfied with Ender's behavior.

"I hate racism, especially racism directed at me."

Ender admired the hot-eyed dance on the conference table. After experiencing the baptism of bullets all these years, he became much calmer. In the past, the fat man from Gattuso's family would have gone naked in the nearby river.

Look around, Brits, French, Italians, Swedes...

The elders of these secret parties are all carved out of the same mold, white, male, with a conservative atmosphere.

In the words of later generations, the leadership of the secret party is very un-ZZZQ, there are no people of color, no women, only a group of old white men who don't understand.

The current atmosphere in Europe is not as open as that of later generations. It is normal for the Secret Party to have such a leader as a European organization, but this is different from Angers' future vision, and it is not in the interest of Ender.

"Okay, okay, stop, it's too ugly."

Under Ender's control, the representative of Gattuso's family climbed off the conference table, dressed neatly, and returned to the chair.

The next moment, Ender dispelled the magic, and the fat man slumped on the chair, panting heavily. As a half-breed, he had neglected exercise for many years, and was very tired from the action just now.

"Nothing happened just now, did it?"

Ender's voice sounded, giving several people a step. Several people in the conference room looked at each other and nodded stiffly.

Although the Gattuso family is the richest among these families, most members of the secret party now think that they are just a bunch of nouveau riche who made war fortunes, and naturally they are unwilling to stand up for them.

What's more, there are only people from the Presbyterian Church in the meeting room. As long as you don't say anything, who knows what happened.

The fat man took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, raised his hand tremblingly, and said tremblingly:

"I support Mr. Luander to join the Presbyterian Church."

In fact, for the Gattuso family, they had neither the idea nor the ability to stop Ander from joining, but they had to make some gestures to give this new member a blow.

But it was obvious that before the Gattuso family's arrogance could be used, Ender made it invisible in a more violent way. Ender never played chess with others, and he preferred to smash the chessboard.

"That's right."

Ender looked at the reactions of several people and nodded in satisfaction.

Soon Ander became a member of the Secret Party's Presbyterian Council. The Presbyterian Council dared to oppose Angers, largely because Angers cared about the Secret Party and the organization he had dedicated his life to.

But Ender was different, he was brought here, and if the elders dared to fight him, he would let these people taste what it was like to be turned into a stone statue.

This meeting ended quickly, perhaps because they were frightened by Ender's actions. Compared with ordinary human beings, mixed races emphasize the law of the jungle. Naturally, they are responsive to strong men like Ender, and passed Ender's proposal without hesitation. "Decision on Prohibiting Mixed Races from Traveling to the Northern Dynasties."

"Then what if there are mixed races sneaking into the Northern Dynasty?"

A secret elder asked.

"You have to know that there are also mixed races in Huaxia. I don't let you participate in the war to protect you."

"As for those who sneak in, the Chinese hybrids will teach them a lesson in blood."

It's not that Ander hasn't done nothing these years. The dragon descendants with his blood now account for a large proportion of the mixed races in China. With the help of magic machine guns and cannons, they are enough to blow the heads of all mixed races.

In fact, most people in the secret party have little interest in the wars that took place in the Northern Dynasties. Now that Europe has just recovered, a lot of waste is waiting to be done, and everyone's thoughts are on making money, and they are not interested in sending family children to participate in any wars.

After the meeting, most of the elders of the secret party left the venue directly. The fat man from the Gattuso family ran the fastest, as if Ender was a dragon that could eat people.

For heaven's sake, only the worst brass dragons would eat intelligent creatures, and Ender was a true good dragon.

But another man came straight up to Ender. He had a square face, and his blond hair was cut short. He looked very capable.

"Hi, Mr. Ender, I'm Beowulf."

He stretched out his right hand. This man's right hand was very rough, and white scales could be faintly seen on the back of his hand.

Ander held his hand, and a force came, and Ander calmly blessed himself with a dragon power technique.

The Beowulf family is a Nordic dragon-slaying family. They are a group of lunatics whose brains have been destroyed by dragon blood. They will feed a newborn baby a dragon blood crystal. If the baby can survive the poison of dragon blood, then he Will be the next Beowulf.

This kind of inheritance mechanism based on flesh and blood guaranteed Beowulf's combat effectiveness, but it also prevented them from developing.

Naturally, the strength of the pseudo-dragon cannot surpass that of the real dragon. Ender and Beowulf had a stalemate for a while, and Beowulf's face turned from white to red, and he found that he could not surpass Ender in strength.

"Your strength is amazing, please forgive my offense."

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Beowulf took the initiative to admit defeat, Ender maintained a polite smile, and let go of the purple hand.

"Is there a problem?"

Beowulf lowered himself and saluted Ender.

"My child is about to be born. I think you also know the traditions of the Beowulf family. Angers told me that you can solve the problem of bordering blood."

"Then you still attack me?"

"I have to make sure you have enough strength."

Ender was left speechless by Beowulf's logic. As expected of a famous family of lunatics, this incoherent style is indeed crazy enough.

As for solving the matter of the blood boundary, Ender's solution is very simple, just transform the opponent into a dragonborn.

In this way, the next generation of the Beowulf family will become Ender's dependents. Thinking of this, Ender showed a very friendly smile.

"To solve this problem, you have found the right person..."

(End of this chapter)