As Old Tang listened to Ander's description, the memories in his mind began to surge. Old Tang now knew clearly what it was like to be stuffed into many different memories.
Although most of Norton's memories were incomplete, it did not prevent Old Tang from finding what Norton cared about most when he dreamed back at midnight, his younger brother, Constantine, the other Lord of Bronze and Fire.
Norton's feelings for Constantine were very complicated. Based on Old Tang's life experience in the past twenty years, he really couldn't understand how Norton could regard him as family and food at the same time.
According to Ander, Constantine's status is roughly similar to that of rhubarb at the entrance of the village. He is a companion who accompanies children as they grow up, and can also become food when necessary.
After being rescued, Old Tang fell into a dilemma about who he was. Ender told him that he was Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire of the Dragon Clan, but there was no trace of dragon blood in his body now.
; The memory in his mind told him that he was Li Xiong, a Han Dynasty person who lived thousands of years ago, but those memories were like a strange movie, and Old Tang was just the audience.
Now, he had to hypnotize himself by chatting with Lu Mingfei, telling himself that his past life was not false.
After seeing Old Tang's face darken, Ander nodded with satisfaction. Obviously, he was not the only one who was in a bad mood now.
A chair was brought over casually, and Ander sat beside Lu Mingfei's bed. The paper and ballpoint pen flew in the air in a very magical posture. Ander stretched out and said to Lu Mingfei: "Just dictate it.
I’ll write it to you.”
Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but Old Tang next to him was intrigued by Ander's move: "Is this a super power, like Lao Lu?"
"You didn't tell him?" Ander glanced at Lu Mingfei and asked curiously.
"He just moved here today and didn't have time." Lu Mingfei touched his sparse hair and said with a smile. His muscles affected the wounds that were still recovering, and he grinned again.
"Okay, Ronald, in fact, this is the hand of a mage, and I am a brass dragon." Ander looked at Old Tang and said righteously: "Also, I wrote the first version of DND rules. From personal experience,
Guaranteed accuracy.”
As he spoke, Ander turned his head into a dragon's head, showing his true form to Old Tang.
"My dear, it turns out you are also a dragon." Old Tang suddenly had a clever idea and sat upright, then fell down again with a grin on his face, breathing heavily and said, "I suddenly feel better."
"Don't say that. In theory, I am different from the dragons in this world." Ender waved his hand, summoned a magical image, and said to Old Tang: "You said it yourself."
In the magical image, Norton, who looked like a black slime, let out a low roar and shouted to Ender standing in front of him: "False dragon, blasphemy!"
"This is not me, I should have been in the belly of this thing at that time." Old Tang said awkwardly: "By the way, you said another world, what's going on?"
"The wishing spell, I don't know why I was sent here." Ender spread his hands and said innocently: "If I had known that something was wrong with dragons in this world, I wouldn't have come here."
"That's right," Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly as he listened, and said to Old Tang: "You know, at that time you turned into a ball of black mud, like a slime."
"Actually, dragons in this world are closer to demon-like things," Ender fiddled with the letter paper in front of him and said, "But we'll talk about that later. I'll finish writing the letter now."
"Wait, last question."
Old Tang struggled to move, and Ander quickly held him down and said:
"If you have something to say, just say it and don't move."
Old Tang slowed down and paused for a moment before saying, "Did you create the Brass Dragon Bard series?"
"Yes," Ender nodded: "I also wrote the module for the decisive battle in the desert."
"I'm just asking why the Brass Dragon in those books is so powerful, and have you really slept with princesses from several countries?" Old Tang shouted, showing a weird smile.
What Lao Tang is talking about is an autobiographical novel written by Ander a few years ago. Although it is classified as a Western fantasy, the descriptions in it are very real. Although the protagonist is a unrestrained brass dragon bard, it also attracts many people.
Few people.
However, this series of novels has a small shortcoming that has been criticized, that is, its scale is very large, and the protagonist travels among multiple women, which feels like a female mage pile driver.
"It's a small modification, but I did work as a bard. You also know that there must be something exciting to attract the audience." Ander didn't care about what Old Tang said, and was even proud of it: "
I'm glad you have some human feelings. When you recover, maybe you can find a girlfriend or something."
"Let's talk about it then," Lao Tang smiled, took a liking to Lu Mingfei next to him and said, "You'd better write a letter to Lao Lu first."
Ander lowered his head, looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "Come on, whatever you want to say, I'll write it for you."
"I want to write a letter to my parents," Lu Mingfei lowered his head, thinking about what happened these days: "Do they know about my situation?"
"Theoretically, we know it. Now that you are famous, everyone knows that there was a reckless man named Lu Mingfei who punched Norton in the face and survived." Ender waved the ballpoint pen in front of him and wrote a simple sentence on the letter paper.
At the beginning, he said to Lu Mingfei: "Now your name is known to everyone from the Arctic Ocean to Antarctica."
"This is really..." Lu Mingfei was silent, as if he felt ashamed of this statement. He adjusted his mentality and looked at Ander next to him: "Uncle De, just write that everything is fine and I am receiving treatment.
"
"Okay, let me take a look, dear mom and dad..." Under Ander's control, the ballpoint pen moved and wrote paragraphs of text on the letter paper, using Lu Mingfei's tone to report that his parents were safe.
Ander's handwriting was a bit smooth and seemed a bit elegant. After writing a paragraph, Ander looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "Would you like to add something else, such as your school life or something?"
"No," Lu Mingfei shook his head: "Dad probably won't like it, so don't even mention it. Maybe it's better."
"You are still worried about this..." Ander sneered at Lu Mingfei's hesitation and said, "He was also a big star in Kassel back then. If he hadn't joined the Doomsday Sect later, he would probably be a professor now."
"Uncle De, just write that I made a few new friends, took a few classes, and joined the student union." Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then said: "Ask again, where are they?
If there's anything missing there, I can send it to them."