On the rough sea, a passenger ship used its steel body to smash into the oncoming huge waves.
Excessive rain poured heavily on the deck, and the fog filled the air, making it difficult to see.
Suddenly, another bolt of lightning flashed across, followed by a low thunder, making the waves tremble.
Just like every movie about the sea, there will be a storm, and the passenger ship Ender was on also encountered a little storm.
If this were a pirate movie, Ender would be singing and bailing out water on the deck.
But this is the 20th century, so Ender can only sit in the cabin and chat with Angers.
Angers was a little absent-minded. He recalled the rain that day and it seemed like this...
But Ender obviously didn't pay attention. He was bragging about how he poured three Mayouf acid arrows into the throat of a blue dragon.
The story came to an end with Ander's wonderful imitation, but Ender still had more to say.
"It's your turn, it's your turn."
Andre encouraged Angers to tell his adventure stories so that he could make fun of Angers short and scanty life experience.
But Angers couldn't bring himself to get excited, so Ander simply asked another question:
"I mean, you have to tell me who killed those friends of yours."
Although Ander was able to know what happened that day through the memory of his previous life, he still hoped to hear Angers himself talk about it.
Angers tightened his grip on the folding knife, wanting to rub it against the chip dragon that was rubbing salt into his wounds.
"I do not want to say……"
"Don't be like this. Trust me more. I don't even know who my enemy is. You are so cruel."
Ender had asked similar questions when he was in Hamburg, but Angers really didn't want to recall the experience that day.
"Some things are better said, so that everyone will be happy."
Perhaps the busyness of these days diluted the sadness, and Angers finally spoke.
"All the stories begin when Lu Shanyan came to England with the ministers of the Qing Dynasty..."
Angers' narrative was very boring, without any fancy words or intentional suspense. He just told a story with a bad ending in a straightforward manner.
Lu Shanyan was an anti-Qing revolutionary. With his help, the secret party purchased cultural relics related to the Dragon Clan from China for research.
But the corrupt Qing government cooperated with the hybrids in China and set a trap for the Secret Party, disguising a dormant Dragon King as a "lizard bone" and delivering it to the Secret Party.
In the Cassel Manor, the Dragon King awakens, and everyone in the secret party desperately resists, leaving only Angers alone.
"You snatched treasures from other countries and then got cheated?"
"With all due respect, I have absolutely no sympathy for you cultural relic dealers."
Angers blushed and stammered in defense:
"How can slaying a dragon be considered robbery..."
Ender waved his hand and continued to ask without delving further.
"Where did the money for buying cultural relics go?"
Lu Shanyan once said this, and Angers replied:
"We are not cooperating with the Qing government, but anti-Qing people. Revolution requires money, so..."
Ender sighed. He was selling cultural relics, funding rebels, and robbing and digging graves. No wonder the Secret Party was being targeted.
"Penalty, the days are getting more and more decisive."
Angers simply continued his plan.
"We will disembark in Shanghai, meet with people there first, and then go to Minzhou to find Mrs. Lu, who is Lu Shanyan's wife. Your identity requires her help."
Ander is now Lu Shanyan's second uncle, an overseas Chinese mixed-race named Lu Ander, who can be regarded as a side branch of the Lu family.
But these all require Mrs. Lu’s cooperation.
"The fallen leaves are returning to their roots, which is quite good..."
Angers glanced at Ander. He didn't expect that Ander would understand Chinese customs so quickly.
"No, Lu Shanyan's body is not suitable for moving anymore. It has been completely contaminated by dragon's blood. It can only be buried in Cassel Manor, where there are protective measures designed by the secret party."
"Then how do you explain to other people's wives?"
Ange lowered his head and pursed his lips. For a long time, he just said one sentence:
"I have no idea……"
Ender looked at Angers who was in pain, patted him on the shoulder, and changed the subject.
"Then, what do we do?"
Angers squeezed out a sentence through his teeth:
"Go north to Tongwan City and find that bastard Friedrich."
"This is not your plan..."
"No need to plan, just fight."
"Is there any support?"
"No, I recovered too quickly from my injury, and the secret party doesn't trust me."
Under such an explosion, Angers was not injured at all, which looked really suspicious.
"Without support and without a plan, are you prepared to die?"
Angers raised his head and stared directly at Ander:
"You will help me, right?"
Ender scratched his head, feeling as if he had fallen into a pit.
"Whatever, you are the employer, you have the final say."
Angers smiled, and under the action of his stiff facial muscles, he looked like he was crying.
Ender changed into a comfortable position and continued the strange chat.
"Let's talk about Deadpool. We should encounter a lot of disgusting creatures this time."
Angers didn't say much, and imparted some knowledge about Deadpool to Anderkop.
These hybrids have broken through the limit of dying and longed to be transformed into dragons, but unfortunately they were destined to only transform into half-human, half-dragon living corpses.
After Teacher Ange’s small class ended, Ander asked a question
"Do you think those Deadpools can swim?"
"It should be so. The cargo ship transporting antiquities for the Secret Party was sunk by Deadpool."
The Queen Mary, the freighter that carried cargo for the Conclave, sank in the Atlantic the day after the "Lizard Bones" were delivered.
The crew above him all became Deadpools and appeared in the battle at Cassel Manor.
Angers couldn't help but smile as he imagined those Deadpools wearing heavy clothes and swimming in funny postures in the sea.
But he soon stopped laughing.
"Do you think we will be discovered by the enemy?"
Ender asked.
Angers reacted immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the folding knife was already unsheathed.
"what have you found?"
"While you were telling the story just now, I heard the sound of claws scratching the steel plate."
"Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
Angers jumped up from his chair and ran to the deck.
"I hate swimming. They should come up to the deck now."
Ender followed him, walking at a leisurely pace, but no slower than Angers who was running.
"You bastard..."
The two of them stood on the deck, with heavy rain pouring down continuously, and the giant ship moving forward in darkness.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, lighting up the whole world and...
Deadpool group on the deck.
Ange looked at the lifeless dead waiters with a ferocious smile on his face.