Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 57 Dragon or Human?

Under the persuasion of Ander Physics, Henkel finally agreed to restrain his subordinates, but Ander knew that the Yankees who were used to freedom would not necessarily listen to Henkel's words.

But it doesn't matter, those mixed races who entered the Northern Dynasty will use their blood to learn to obey the rules.

However, regarding Angers' request, Henkel was not so easy to talk about. The mixed races in the United States are a group of anarchists. Know how great they are.

"Mandatory admission? Do you know what you're talking about? I told you last time, it's impossible."

Henkel struggled, as if Angers had made some incredible suggestion.

In the south, most of the mixed races hire teachers in their families, and only a small number of people go to study in Europe. Even in the twentieth century, this group of hillbillies in the United States still abide by the principles they came to this land in the seventeenth century. Timely educational methods.

"Henkel, it's the twentieth century, and there were public schools on this land hundreds of years ago."

Angers folded his hands and looked at the excited Henkel. Although he hated the man who shot him in the back, he had to make some concessions for the smooth start of the college.

"Let me tell you Angers, no one is willing to send their children to the north to learn those literary things, and you don't even want to tie your children to an academy."

Henkel showed his clean teeth and made a threatening expression.

Ender looked at Henkel on the ground who looked like you would kill me first if you want to open the academy, and patted Angers on the shoulder, motioning him to get out of the way.

With Ender's silent casting, Henkel was pulled out of the ground like an old carrot by an unknown force.

Under the influence of the mage's hand, three chairs from Henkel's house flew out of the window and landed on the ground outside the house.

"Mr. Henkel, sit down."

Ender pressed Henkel on the chair, and called Angers to come over and sit down. Now that Angers college has problems with enrollment, Ender had to come up with some good things to prevent Kassel College from being aborted.

"What exactly is your spirit?"

Henkel looked at Ander's hand to pick something from the air, thinking about which word spirit on the periodic table of word spirits can achieve this level.

"Word Spirit: Almighty, the Word Spirit that can solve all problems"

Ander randomly made up a speech spirit, but Henkel smiled and said nothing, after all, the speech spirit involves his own secret, and it's normal not to want to reveal it.

"Let's not talk about this, let me show you something good, you will never guess what I saw in Huaxia."

Ever since Ander stayed in China, the secret party has never gone to China to collect cultural relics related to the Dragon Race. Now Anger is also curious about what Ander has obtained in China over the years.

"Sir Henkel, please keep the next thing secret, okay?"

Henkel nodded, patted the dust off his body, and sat upright in that silk pajamas, looking a little funny.

Ender took out a cylinder from the interspatial bag, and now the interspatial bag was disguised as a backpack by Ender, Henkel did not suspect this.

The cylinder was very similar to the glass cylinder that held the red dragon specimen back then, and it was also filled with yellow-green formalin. In the solution, there was a palm-sized meat ball.

"My family is devoted to the study of alchemy, and no one knows more about alchemy than I, Ender."

Ender handed the cylinder to Angers, and continued to tell the story he made up, trying to fool Henkel.

"The Lu family is committed to the research of the Philosopher's Stone. We want to use alchemy to extract this fifth element from the dragon's body."

It was naturally impossible for Ander to tell Henkel about the Bahamut circle, so he simply made up a reason to make the Lu family a family good at alchemy.

"I wanted to kill the elements related to the dragon in the body of the dragon, leaving only the spiritual element, so I made some modifications to the alchemy circle, and then around 1930, Angers and I captured a third-generation species alive. "

"I threw him into the magic circle. I succeeded and failed. I separated this thing,"

Anger recalled the scene when he and Ander used an anesthetic bomb to capture the third generation alive in China. In order to make the anesthetic work best, Ander had to stuff the bomb into the dragon's body.

Later, Anguo left early with the information found in the dragon tomb. Before leaving, Ander told him that he was going to make a little modification to the magic circle for extracting the words.
"This is a person..."

Ender pointed to the palm-sized meat ball and said.

"The outer layer is a membrane that is responsible for exchanging nutrients similar to the wall of the small intestine, and the inner layer is a human brain. Most of the brain tissue has been removed, but a small part of the cerebral cortex and tissue is still preserved."

Angers looked at the cylinder in his hand by the light. The meat ball inside the cylinder was sliced ​​open from the middle, exposing the blood vessels and nerves inside.

"It's incredible, what do you think."

Angers returned the cylinder to Ender, wanting to hear him continue.

"Dragon...may have once been a man."

"Dog*, do you know what you're talking about?"

Henkel jumped up excitedly from his chair. If what Ender said was true, it meant that countless mixed races were one step closer to their dream of becoming a dragon.

"Afterwards, I conducted several experiments and came to a conclusion that this kind of meat ball is an important part of the dragon cocoon, and even the core of the dragon's rebirth."

Henkel stared straight at the cylinder in Ender's hand, as if he wanted to grab it and lock it in his safe. Ender shook his head and put the cylinder away.

"Want it? You should know how to do it."

Henkel took a few deep breaths, sat down and said in a pleading tone:

"I will persuade the mixed races in North America to raise a sum of money and set up a fund as a fund for Kassel College. In the future, all mixed races in North America will be forced to enter Kassel College."

Henkel has already made up his mind to pay and give people. If anyone doesn't want to send their children to school, he will blow the other's head with a pistol.

Angers shook his head, these are just a drop in the bucket for the news just now.

"Me and the North American half-breed for you...to drive...for ten...no, thirty years."

"As long as it's not too much, you can do anything."

Henkel looked at Ange, and Ange knew that Henkel was serious. Although there was a deep conflict between the two of them, he believed that the old Texas cowboy would do what he said.

"Remember your promise."

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, Angers and Ander disappeared in front of Henkel. The old sheriff in pajamas shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice:
"As for it, you still use words, Angers, you are too..."

Angers and Ander suddenly appeared on the edge of the town. Henkel didn't know that the disappearance just now was not due to the effect of the words, but the effect of the teleportation.

"Is what you said true?"

Angers asked.

"Yes, but there is one thing I didn't say. The cells of this meat ball are completely ordinary people. Think about the dragon prince Garuda. If there are so many mixed races in China, why would you go to the Tartar Emperor?"

"Because he's...an ordinary person?"

"Yes, so, a hybrid can never become... a dragon."

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