Just like those nagging old people, Ande's chat with Lu Mingfei lasted for a long time. It was the weekend now. Lu Li, who had just recovered, was dragged to the Six Flags Amusement Park by Chu Tong and Chu Feng, and Ang
Hot is still in Europe wrangling with a bunch of old people and young people.
So Ander, who became a lonely old man, stared at Lu Mingfei who came to his door, and told him the stories of the druids.
From the dwarf druids who came to the desert when Ender was a young dragon, to the various druid teammates he met while traveling around the world when he was young, as well as those who would turn into animals and beasts in rumors and anecdotes
A Druid of Sorrow who had some romantic affairs.
I have to say, aside from Ender's lengthy narration and the untruthful expressions about himself in it, those stories are still very attractive.
From those stories with Ander's strong personal style, Lu Mingfei got a glimpse of a very interesting Druid society. They are not all the environmental crazy people that Ander said, but some of their ideas are very similar to those of Lao Zhuang.
The Taoist philosophy seeks a harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
The chat lasted for a long time, until Lu Li returned to the Dragon's Lair with the prizes he won from the amusement park. Lu Mingfei was freed from this strange torture and entered the Dragon's Lair to have dinner with Ander.
"Finally, about your situation." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei who was sitting on the chair: "Considering you, Chu Zihang and Caesar are both the best students in their freshman and sophomore years, so Ange and I are going to let
You team up for a while."
"That sounds bad. I obviously can't keep up with the other two big guys." Lu Mingfei started to mess up unexpectedly, but Ander didn't pay attention to this kind of thing.
"So the next task won't be difficult. I'm going to use some simple things to cultivate a tacit understanding between you first." Ender flicked his tail: "The academy recently found a batch of ancient times in the desert in Texas.
For the purpose of concealment, a batch of dinosaur fossils must be transported there.”
"It's not Uncle De. What's the relationship between the two?" Lu Mingfei didn't know why: "Shouldn't we send a group of executive department specialists there?"
"In order to excavate those relics, the excuse we gave the local government was that dinosaur fossils were discovered, so the college had to fund the establishment of a fossil laboratory there," Ander said.
"So you need to transport a batch of fossils to cover up?" Lu Mingfei said speechlessly: "Do you still need us to dig in the soil?"
"Congratulations, you have learned to answer questions quickly," Ander nodded with satisfaction: "Have you ever seen those American road movies, where a few young men drive across the continental United States? I believe you will be filled with excitement during this journey.
tacit agreement."
"It's far away," Lu Mingfei resisted: "I haven't just started school now..."
"It's okay, it's just two days of driving," Ander said nonchalantly, "If you're lucky, you can take at most one week off."
Lu Mingfei left the dragon's nest full of suspicion. It was night, Lu Li had already gone to bed, and Ander was lying on the pile of gold coins, playing with a strange-looking alchemical weapon.
"Mr. Ander, you have crossed the line." A boy's shadow appeared in front of him: "You made my brother break my heart severely."
"Really," Ender looked at the phantom of this child. He exists between life and death, and is inferior to even the humblest undead: "I remember that there is no such item in our contract. Besides, do you care?
?”
The little boy was silent for a while, and Ander watched as a smile crept onto his blurred cheeks: "Of course not. Sooner or later, brother will understand that I am the one who is good to him."
"I really hate your sick desire to control," Ender said disgustedly: "Even if he becomes a druid and gains protection from the world?"
"This world is his, my brother just got back his power," the little devil obviously didn't care about this change: "And the World Tree and Druid go well together, don't they?"
Ender glanced at the phantom with disgust and snorted coldly. The overwhelming mental power instantly crushed the will that entered his mind, and a message was transmitted along the newly established channel to Zero's body in the North Pole.
.
"Next time, don't use this method to find me." Ender's dragon roar echoed in Zero's bound brain, but his body showed a smile of enjoyment.
On the cross where he was bound, along with the fluctuation of No. 0's spirit, a huge tide of magic erupted from its center, impacting the alchemy matrix built by the doomsday sect one after another.
This is the power of the Dragon King, who can control the world with just one thought.
That night, the doomsday faction's shelter stayed awake all night, and Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weni stayed at their posts all night until No. Zero's mental fluctuations subsided.
No one in the Doomsday Sect knows what happened to Zero, and they can only attribute it to the Dragon King's periodic awakening.
Two days later, Old Tang met Ander again in a board game store. At this time, the two were sitting in the store, listening to a clerk recommending another board game to them.
"Would you like to try this Call of Cthulhu? The theme is very interesting." The clerk said while holding a box of board games. On the box of the board game was a bright octopus head.
"Forget it, I'm still more interested in the world of magic." Old Tang was obviously a more traditional type, while Ander said more harshly.
"You know, the guy named Lovecraft who wrote Call of Cthulhu was just a racist with a seafood allergy.
The real prototypes of the monsters here, the deep divers, and the Yithians, are the new immigrants who immigrated to the United States in the 20th century. They have completely different beliefs and appearances, so Lovecraft felt that they were inhumane.
Understand, it is worth fearing.
If he is allergic not to seafood but to feathers, then this monster," Ender pointed at the octopus-headed Cthulhu on the box, "will turn into a chicken-headed giant covered with feathers."
"But Ender, aren't you interested in shooting tentacle monsters with a pistol?" The clerk seemed to want to stick to his point of view.
"No, thank you," Ander refused politely: "I just experienced this kind of thing last weekend. Believe me, an automatic rifle is better than a pistol."
None of the people present paid attention to what Ander said. In their opinion, this Chinese man liked to make harmless little jokes, but they were just jokes.
A few people laughed again and took out the chessboard to continue the group trip more than a month ago. After the game, Ander extended an invitation to Old Tang.
The two found a cafe and sat down in a secluded place. Ander said, "Ronald, are you interested in taking on another commission from me?"
"Lao Lu is on holiday again?" Old Tang joked: "I usually don't help my employer take care of the children, except for Lao Lu."
"It must have something to do with him. This matter starts with my profession. Do you know what I do?"