Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 89 A Father

At night, in the bell tower of Kassel College, this small room was tidied up, and the posters that once stuck on the wall that made blood spurt were covered up.

There was a round table and a copper pot. Ander and the others were sitting around the hot pot, enjoying the tenderness of the mutton.

Professor Manstein was sitting on a Chinese-style armchair, holding chopsticks in his hand, twisting his body awkwardly.

The white bald head was covered with beads of sweat, which looked particularly eye-catching under the indoor light.

Luli on the side was enjoying Ander's feeding, eating with a kind of wildness that didn't match her petite body, like a young dragonling tearing its prey.

Finger sat on the side, also turned into a rice cooker, unceremoniously threw the whole plate of mutton cut into the pot, and took out the bloody mutton after ten seconds, like noodles Inhale the same.

On the opposite side of Manstein, sat his father, the vice-principal of Kassel College, and the alchemy instructor nicknamed the night watchman:

Nicholas Flamel.

This afternoon, just after Manstein taught two students who violated the school rules, his irresponsible father came to the door and said that there was a family banquet, and he must be dragged to attend.

The birth of Manstein was an accident, probably the product of his flirtatious father after a certain drunkenness. It is not easy for a high-blooded mixed race to have a child, and the night watchman at the time did not think about it. I would have a baby myself.

Then Manstein’s mother, a first-generation immigrant from Germany, gave birth to a child, and as he grew up, a particular kind of loneliness followed him, and he felt alienated from other children.

And what bothered him even more was the ubiquitous voice, a rock concert was going on in his mind every day, just like the super-hearing awakened by Superman in the comics.

This is his Word Spirit Snake crawling around, uncontrollably gathering information for his master.

But the sad thing is that Manstein did not awaken the power of Superman, but was driven crazy by the complicated sounds, and the golden pupils were too eye-catching, so in that autumn, St. There is one more schizophrenic patient in the hospital.

St. Elizabeth's Asylum was a notorious slaughterhouse, and patients who entered had little chance of escaping whole.

After seeing the powerful power of mixed races during World War II, the U.S. military also came up with the idea of ​​research, and the location was this mental hospital.

At that time, it was the period of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, and the madness from World War I and World War II had not subsided. Some psychiatrists carried out experiments on patients without any scruples, including separation of pons and lobe resection.

"Increase the current!"

That painful feeling, the doctor's indifferent voice still reappears in Manstein's nightmares.

But fortunately, Manstein was still young at that time, perhaps in order to let the experimental subject live longer, those guys did not do too much to him.

During those dark days, the only thing that accompanied him was his longing for his mother, the child in the next room, and his best friend: Guderian.

Later, Angers found them, and after experiencing a series of twists and turns, the two came to Kassel College to study, and stayed in the school to teach after graduation.

Manstein had just celebrated his 55th birthday that day. After the birthday party, he put on a clean nightgown and prepared to go to sleep for the day.

But the doorbell rang, and a man in his forties, younger than Manstein, stood holding a bottle of wine.

He roughly stuffed a teddy bear into his hand, burped with the smell of alcohol, and stammered:
"Happy birthday……"

"my son!"

A child born in a single-parent family suddenly had a father on his 55th birthday.

Manstein didn't know how to get along with this sudden father, and Nicholas was also not used to this child, but he hoped to make up for what he owed him over the years.

So Nicholas found Ender, who was the most friendly among the few people he knew. Anger was a madman full of revenge, and he was a rascal who spent his life, but Ender, a dragon in another world, was most like a human being.

"Then invite him to have dinner with us!"

That's what An De said, and he also told him that in Huaxia, there is nothing that a hot pot meal can't solve. If it doesn't work, then add barbecue.

So Nicholas called Manstein and his apprentice Finger, and Ander brought the hot pot and Lu Li, and the two families held a hot pot banquet in the bell tower of Kassel College.

As soon as Fingel swallowed the meat, he saw the vice-principal staring at him with murderous eyes. He looked around, only to realize that he was caught between the vice-principal and Professor Manstein, and hurriedly got up.

"Hey, excuse me."

Fingel picked up the bowl and slipped out of the bell tower with an agility that didn't match his stature, while Nicholas moved his position and got next to Manstein.

The mist rising from the copper pot blurred Ander and Luli on the opposite side, and they could only be seen consuming the meat on the side cart at a terrifying speed.

"Son, I'm sorry."

A deep voice rang in Manstein's ears, so low that only he could hear it clearly.

Nicholas picked up the sesame paste on the side, put a spoonful into Manstein's bowl, and added a little red fermented bean curd and green chive sauce to it. His face was serious, as if he was performing some kind of special alchemy ceremony .

Pour a little soup from the hot pot to dissolve the sesame paste in the bowl. Nicholas put the bowl in front of Manstein, snatched a few slices of mutton just right from under Ender's chopsticks, and put them in the bowl.

"Try it? The secret recipe I got in China back then."

Manstein hesitated for a long time. Even though Kassel College started teaching Chinese language five or six years ago, Manstein still didn't know much about Chinese food.

He hesitated to pick up a slice of mutton and put it into his mouth. Mixed with sesame sauce, the milky mutton made him, a German-American who grew up eating sausages and elbows, unable to help but admire.

"It's delicious...Father."

Nicholas smiled, picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of Manstein's mouth, pointed to the hot pot and said:

"Then eat more."

Manstein turned his head and saw that Ander was wiping Lu Li's mouth with a tissue. The little girl ate too wildly just now, and her face was covered with yellow sesame paste.

But why does this action look so familiar?
Manstein secretly glanced at his father. He was staring at Ender opposite him. He took out a small notebook and was recording something.

"Give him seasoning,"

"Add food to him,"

"Wipe his mouth,"

A line was written on the cover of the notebook:

"How to be a father."

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