Ten days later, on a passenger ship bound for Shanghai, China, from the Port of Hamburg, Ander leaned against the edge of the ship and looked at a red gem the size of a mung bean in his hand.
After receiving the magic circle given by the platinum dragon god Bahamut, Ander immediately used it on the red dragon cub and performed an exciting magic ritual in the basement of Angers.
Then the red dragon cub turned into this little gem in a burst of smoke, shining with the charming light of minerals.
Although Ange complained that it was black magic, Ander himself said that black cats and white cats are good cats if they can be petted.
As long as you swallow this gem, you will become stronger.
"What is the principle of this? Is magic really omnipotent?"
Ender was puzzled. As a warlock, he did not know how to explore the mysteries of magic, and his knowledge reserve was indeed insufficient.
Precisely because this magic was a complete black box to him, Ender had to be careful with this refined gem. He did not eat or absorb it until today when he left Hamburg for China.
"I don't know what will happen if I eat it. I don't want my eyes to turn into light bulbs."
Unlike the golden eyes of hybrids, the eyes of a true dragon are similar to those of a cat and can reflect light, but cannot naturally emit light, let alone the operation of burning golden eyes.
While Ander was thinking, a white man with a big belly came over.
"Yellow-skinned monkey, how did you crawl out of the third-class warehouse?"
In order to hide their identities and prevent enemy attacks, Ander and Angers had to disguise themselves as tourists.
But he ignored one thing. It was 1900,
The Qing Dynasty is not dead yet...
"Where are your braids?"
The fat boy with white skin obviously wanted to find trouble, and reached out to grab the back of Ender's head.
But Ender had no interest in making trouble with this guy. He raised his hand and cast an enchantment spell to charm the human and let him go. The fat pig immediately froze there.
"Since you are so proud of your skin, why not take off your clothes and run naked..."
Before Ender finished speaking, a white body began to run wildly on the deck.
"After running, remember to wash yourself in the sea!"
After saying that, Ander walked away without looking back, completely ignoring the screams coming from behind him.
"Ah! Rogue..."
"Someone is coming!"
"Mr. Distohui is crazy, come quickly!"
Just when Ender was about to leave the deck, the sound of heavy objects falling into the water was heard.
Ender smiled happily.
"Who told me I was a kind dragon?"
The streaking Mr. Distohui was quickly rescued, but he remained in a daze until the end of the trip.
Back in the luxury suite of the cruise ship, Angers sat on a chair and closed his eyes, stroking his pocket knife, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
On the second day after returning to society, Angers led people to search the Cassel Manor carefully, and finally found the head of his friend Menech Cassel's long knife... in a corner.
Angers converted the small section of the blade into a folding knife and would always take it out and rub it when he had nothing to do.
It was the memory of old friends, but also the silent accumulation of strength, waiting for the opportunity to launch the fatal blow.
Ender finally made up his mind after watching this scene. He shouted to Angers who was closing his eyes to rest:
"Wake up, come and protect the Dharma!"
Angers opened his eyes, showing a helpless expression.
"Do you have to come here every day?"
"Shut up, I won't back down halfway this time."
Ender had tried many times before, but could not convince himself to put the gem in his mouth.
"If I transform back into a dragon, remember to cover me."
Ender warned
"I know, I know, this room is spacious enough for you to be wild."
Angers was a little impatient.
"I swallowed it..."
"I really swallowed it...
"I……"
Angers grabbed the gem and stuffed it into Ender's mouth.
"Grinding and chirping."
Ender swallowed subconsciously, and the green bean-sized gem entered his stomach.
"I'm not ready yet."
"You won't be ready if you wait ten years."
Based on the lifespan of a real dragon, it is not impossible to spend ten years making a serious decision.
"Okay, now I swallow this thing, what next?"
The imaginary golden light all over his body or the black mud pouring out of his pores didn't happen, and Ender was a little disappointed.
"Maybe you just need a little push."
Angers, as the best young member of the secret party, quickly thought of something.
"Langger beawen" Angers tried to repeat the dragon incantation he heard back then.
"What did you say? Wait..."
As Angers recited the incantation, Ender felt that some kind of ethereal existence was connected with him, and he gained some kind of knowledge.
"%&￥@%(龙语)"
As Ender chanted in a low voice, a small flame appeared from his fingers.
"This is the spirit of speech."
Although he didn't want to admit it, Angers still saw that Ander used the spirit of speech by chanting dragon language.
Ender closed his eyes and entered his memory hall.
He could see at a glance that there was an extra dim red star in the memory hall.
The red stars are connected to a red line, which extends into the distant endless void.
"Let me see what medicine you are selling in your gourd..."
Ender leaned closer, trying to see something from this star.
Under the dim red light, Ender saw a hundred-meter-tall dragon spitting flames from its mouth.
Although the dragon looks mighty and domineering, it is a pity that he does not move.
Obviously, this is a picture.
"Is there any mistake? Can you please give me a picture?"
Ender tried the word spirit a few more times, and soon discovered some patterns.
The so-called dragon text is just the key to trigger the spirit of speech. What really works is probably something more advanced.
It's like a cash-for-money game, where hybrids and dragons are both players, and your bloodline is your cash.
But mixed-race people have no money and naturally have fewer rights.
If the Dragon Clan is rich, they have more power.
And I stole someone else's account and forcibly logged into the game.
So what about the four great monarchs and the black king?
They are the server, the GM, the planner, and the foundation of everything.
Thinking of Lu Mingfei in the book, Ender knew that this guy was either a GM or a hacker.
Ender immediately thought of something similar, that is divine magic, a spell that uses gods as an intermediary.
"After reasoning like this, the four great monarchs..."
"They have divine power in their hands. This is the power and power of the Dragon King."
"Well, now there's good news and there's bad news."
"The bad news is that the four monarchs are ridiculously powerful, but the good news is that I only need to wait for more than a hundred years to follow the protagonist and pick up the godhead."
Dragons have a long lifespan, so they have no fear of waiting.
From Ender's point of view, it's only a hundred years. At most, he can just find a place to sleep and stock up on more food.
Ender thought for a long time in the memory hall, and finally came to a conclusion