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Chapter 5: Chat Time

Ender didn't expect that this human being who had been resurrected from the brink of death would actually regain his consciousness the moment the ceremony was completed, and even attack his master without any scruples. If it weren't for the contract bound by his blood, he would probably have to do it before him.

Tear off a piece of meat from the neck.

"Calm down, don't waste your efforts."

While he was talking, the brass dragon's dexterous tail was not idle. It was tightly wrapped around his new dependent like a snake, wrapping him tightly and unable to break free.

Ender took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and yellow gas spurted out from his mouth. It was the hypnotic breath, the signature skill of the Brass Dragon.

Angers had just recovered from his deep sleep and had no way to resist the attack of the sleeping gas. He immediately passed out after inhaling some gas.

"This must be a person with a story. When it comes to stories, it's time for the most exciting chat again!"

Ender opened his mouth and felt a little proud. He had been holding it in for a long time and finally knew what was going on in this world.

And when Angers woke up again, he found that he was half buried in a rock. The rock wrapped his body like a soft quagmire, leaving only his upper body exposed, making him unable to move.

Next to him was a man with an Asian face, and in front of the man was a huge barbecue grill made of wood, with a freshly slaughtered female deer skewered on it, accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood, exuding the alluring aroma of meat.

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"I just went hunting. It is the host's obligation to prepare food and drinks for the guests chatting together."

Angers didn't think of himself as a guest, he looked more like a prisoner or a slave now.

Ender looked at this man. It was obvious that the transformation was very successful. Dragon scales had begun to appear on his chest, and his pupils had turned into dark golden vertical pupils similar to those of a brass dragon.

"Are you sober? I have some food and wine here. Do you want to come and chat?"

Ande said tentatively, putting the blood-tinged roast meat to Angers mouth, completely ignoring that Angers was still bound to the rock.

But he soon discovered that this man was more stubborn than he thought. He just stared at him, as if Ander was his father-killing enemy.

"Don't be so angry, I'm very kind, and I even saved you."

"I like chatting the most. Tell me, what's your story?"'

Angers was buried in the stone, with only his upper body and his bare egg-like head exposed.

"Seeing that you don't like to talk much, maybe we should start a topic first, such as what is your name?"

There was still no response. The man in front of him was like a religious fanatic who was about to die. He just stared at Ender with a contemptuous look, which made Ender very uncomfortable.

"My patience is limited. Have you ever heard of a spell called Charm Humans?"

"You can choose, do you say it yourself or do I force you?"

The man took a few deep breaths and said a name in a hoarse and low tone:

"Hilbert Jean Angers".

Ender's eyes lit up. Being willing to talk meant being able to communicate.

"You must be a warrior. What kind of battles have you experienced?"

Ender wanted to strike while the iron was hot and get more information.

But this man was as stubborn as stone, unwilling to reveal anything related to the explosion except his own name.

As a brass dragon, Ender prefers to make others talk rather than use spells.

When Ender saw this, he used a little magic to expose Ange's arm and handed him a sheepskin wineskin.

Back then, Ender made distilled spirits in order to sell them for money, but he soon discovered that the dwarves actually had something better, so the wine could only stay in his space bag.

"Mendoulong, try it?"

The man named Angers in front of him didn't say anything. He just grabbed the bloody barbecue, stuffed it into his mouth in big gulps, and drank a large bottle of liquor with almost medical alcohol concentration.

The hot taste came from Ange's throat, and only this pain could make him forget the previous pain.

"My name is Hilbert Jean Angers, and I am a born dragon slayer. Aren't you afraid, little dragon?"

Ender was shocked by this information. There was actually a dragon here. This was really bad news. Should he continue to fight the chromatic dragon?

"Don't be so condescending, tell me more about the dragons here."

Ender pretended to be calm and said to Angers.

Angers was confused: "Aren't you a dragon? Which king are you a descendant of?"

"I don't know what kind of king I am. I am a brass dragon, a kind brass dragon."

Angers was confused by this inexplicable development. Is there something wrong with the secret party's historical records? Are there still dragons who don't know about the existence of the four kings?

But Angers didn't want to reveal too much information about the secret party, so he could only let it take its course and talk about the myths and legends of the dragon world, from the Black King Nighold to the beginning of Pangu, which is quite the number of words in the Internet.

style.

Ande listened to Ange telling the myths and legends of the dragon world, while comparing the dragons in the story with the books in his memory. Soon he found that he had come to a world with some impressions.

At that time, Ander was still an individual. When he was in junior high school, a book became popular among his classmates, called "Dragon", which told the story of how a good-for-nothing slayed a dragon.

I heard that this story was unfinished, and I don’t know what happened to this loser.

While listening to Ange's increasingly ridiculous stories, he closed his eyes and entered the palace of memory. Comparing the manuscripts in his memory, Ander soon discovered that the man in front of him who looked like a boiled egg was actually the all-powerful figure in the story.

Principal of Cassel: Angers.

If the timeline of memories in the story is correct, then it should be 1900. At this time, the Day of Mourning incident occurred, resulting in the death and injury of most of the members of the Secret Party, with only Angers surviving.

If you want to gain more benefits in this world, you can only stand on the side of humans. Ender has no feelings for the dragons in this world. According to the description in the novel, they cannot even be called "dragons".

And in front of him, there is a son of destiny who cannot harm him, a hybrid with his own blood, who is eager for revenge. At this time, he only needs a little help...

At this time, Ange was still telling mythical stories about the dragon clan. He was almost talking about the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, how dragons influenced people, and the judgment on whether Fuxi was a mixed race.

Ender interrupted Angers:

"Want revenge?"

"What?"

"The hatred in your eyes is overflowing. Do you want revenge?"

"Yes, but at what cost?"

"Two hundred sheep, a bed of pure gold, twenty wood carvings by masters of art, and various gems as big as pigeon eggs..."

The revenge scene of bitter hatred and deep hatred was filled with the smell of copper.

The corners of Ange's mouth twitched. It took him a long time to digest the information and stammered out a sentence.

"I'm going to slay the dragon..."

Ender didn't care. The dragon himself did the most to kill the dragon.

"Just ask me for the dragon slaying. Brass dragon mercenaries, who knows who can use them? In one word, can you hire them or not?"



“A pleasure to work with...”

“A pleasure to work with”

The two greasy hands were clasped together.


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