Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 6 There is only one kind of dragon

In the dense forest, in a clearing, a small banquet was unfolding. Although there were only two people, they had the momentum of a thousand troops.

Angers has been unshackled and is now sitting cross-legged on the ground.Biting the bloody barbecue with big mouthfuls,

On the other side of the bonfire, Ander took out the honey wine he had collected in the space bag, and tasted the fine wine he had collected bit by bit.Compared with spirits, Ender prefers sweeter mead, which will not get you drunk, and can also satisfy a little bit of appetite.

Drinking wine and eating meat, the relationship between the two seems to have developed a lot, and Ender said without any scruples:

"Let me tell you, I saved you, now you are my little brother, don't you know?"

"The money to save your life is only paid separately, and it is not included in the scope of employment. I don't want any gold, silver and jewelry from you. You can just be my little brother who guards the gate in the future."

If you want to earn money, you must also receive it, so that you can be called healthy.

Angers didn't answer the nagging dragon, biting and swallowing, and now he didn't want to do anything but eat.

In Angers' silence and Ender's nagging, time passed quickly, the sun was already in the west, and most of the venison was devoured by Angers, leaving only the gnawed bones aside, showing that Angers Hot record.

"It's almost time to eat, let's talk about business."

Ander had been a mercenary for a while, and he was very professional.

Ender is willing to become Angers' mercenary, the employment time is unknown, and when it will end depends on Ender's wishes, and the price is a lot of wealth and precious works of art.

Angers agreed to this condition without hesitation, wealth is nothing to the secret party, as long as he can get revenge, he is willing to sacrifice everything.

And this is not the only condition for Ander, as the price for saving Angers, Angers needs to become his dependent.

In Ender's words, from now on, you have to help me maintain my scales, polish my claws, make my bed and cook for me, remember to shovel the dragon dung in the nest.

It sounds a bit like a cat's shit shovel officer, this is Anger's first reaction.

Angers did not refuse this harsh request, he agreed to all of Ander's unreasonable conditions.

In his opinion, he was already dead, died in the Cassel Manor, so all the conditions were not important, whether it was a slave or a family member, his body would be destroyed on the way to charge against the dragons.

Ender didn't doubt much, just took out a piece of parchment from the interspatial bag, dipped a quill pen in the liquor mixed with carbon ash, and wrote down the contents of the contract.

"Sign it."

Andy is very straightforward. The Dragon Clan will not engage in convoluted things like contract fraud like the devil. They will only write out their needs directly, because they are confident that no one can violate the agreement with the Dragon Clan. .

The man on the opposite side bit his fingertips, the blood mixed with grease dripped on the parchment, the man slid his fingers and wrote his name in elegant cursive characters:
"Hilbert Jean Angers".

In the name of the gods, this contract must be enforced.

The parchment ignited spontaneously without wind, but its contents had already been burned into the hearts of the two of them.

Ander showed an expression of success, and the next step is to find a suitable identity and return to the human world with Angers.

"What do you think I should dress up as?"

Andrew asked.

Angers didn't answer, just stared blankly at the ground in front of him.

"How about a lone warrior? Or a monk from the Eastern Empire."

Under Ender's nagging, young Angers soon became bored.His muscles were tense, and he looked like he wanted to punch Ender in the face again, but he quickly remembered what was wrong with him, and his hands hung down feebly.

He took two deep breaths and asked Ender his question.

"My body what have you done to my body?"

Ender touched his chin and changed his position.

"Don't be so disgusting, I just injected my flesh and blood essence into your body."

This kind of statement obviously misunderstood something. He looked at his lower body, as if checking if there was something wrong.

"No! No! No! It's not this kind of injection, don't get it wrong."

"You have my bloodline now, have you seen the dragon scales on your chest? With the passage of time and the strengthening of your bloodline, you can become stronger, grow dragon claws, or have a pair of dragon wings."

"How? Thank me!"

Ange stroked the scales on his chest, showing a very weird smile, as if he was relieved.

"Then why am I still me?" he whispered

Ander has long known through memory that once the mixed races in this world exceed the critical blood line, they will gradually transform into irrational deadpools, but he still pretended to be curious and asked
"What do you mean?"

Not sure if the spirits played a role, Angers began to tell the history of the mixed race.

The sun went down, the birds returned to their flocks, and Ange's narration came to an end.

Although there are related descriptions in the novel, after actually coming to this world and listening to someone explain it again, the feeling you get is still different.

The dragons of this world are very different from the dragons of Ender's world.They have a longer lifespan, can manipulate special magic called words, and can be reborn in a cocoon after death. Fortunately, their brains are not very good.

Taking the brass dragon as an example, the ancient brass dragon is only over a thousand years old, and the lifespan limit of the brass dragon is only about 2300 years old. Compared with the dragons in this world, which are often five thousand or tens of thousands of years old, it seems that it is not enough.

"Looks like the dragons here are a bunch of out-of-the-ordinary demonic doppelgangers in dragon skins."

After listening to Angers' explanation, Ender concluded.

"So you can't actually be considered a dragonborn, but a tiefling, that is, a hybrid of demons and humans."

Ender tried to correct the concept of the half-breed in front of him. There is only one kind of dragon, and that is the real dragon represented by Ender. He would never admit that this group of demonic shapeshifters can be called dragons.

"Don't worry, the blood of the real dragon is perfect, and it won't turn people into monsters who only know how to kill like those demons."

The corner of Ange's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh. It seemed that he would not become a Deadpool for the time being, but this might be a conspiracy of the Dragon Clan.

Ander moved his body and stood up, his black pupils turned into dark golden vertical pupils, the dragon power spread around Ander, scaring away a few wild wolves wandering in the bushes.

"Although the thing you want to kill seems less like a dragon and more like a demon, our contract is still valid."

When Ander raised his hand, a few magical auras waved out, Anger suddenly felt his body became lighter, and his head became clearer.

"I hope you still remember the way out, let's go quickly..."

"I can't wait to go out into the world."

(End of this chapter)