In a clearing in the dense forest, a small banquet was unfolding. Although there were only two people, it was as powerful as a thousand troops.
Ange's restraints have been released, and he is now sitting cross-legged on the ground. He is biting into the bloody barbecue.
On the other side of the bonfire, Ander took out the mead he had collected in his space bag and tasted the wine he had collected bit by bit. Compared to spirits, Ander preferred the sweeter mead.
You won't get drunk, and you can satisfy some appetite.
Drinking wine and eating meat, the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer. Ander said without any scruples:
"I'm telling you, I saved you and now you are my little brother, do you understand?"
"The money to save your life is just an additional payment and is not included in the scope of employment. I don't want any gold, silver or jewelry from you. Just be my gatekeeper from now on."
Money must be earned, and the younger brother must also collect it, only in this way can one be considered healthy.
Angers didn't answer the nagging dragon, biting and swallowing, and now he didn't want to do anything but eat.
In Angers' silence and Ander's chatter, time passed very quickly. The sun had already set to the west, and most of the venison was devoured by Angers, leaving only the clean bones lying aside, which showed Angers.
Hot record.
"It's almost time to eat, let's talk about business."
Ender worked as a mercenary for a while and was very professional.
Ender is willing to become a mercenary in Angers. The employment period is unknown and when it will end depends on Ender's wishes. The price is a large amount of wealth and precious works of art.
Angers agreed to this condition without hesitation. Wealth is nothing to the secret party. As long as he can get revenge, he is willing to sacrifice everything.
And this is not Ander's only condition. In exchange for saving Angers, Angers needs to become his dependent.
In Ender's words, from now on you have to help me maintain my scales, polish my claws, make my bed and cook for me, and remember to shovel the dragon dung in the lair.
It sounds a bit like a cat's poop scooper, which was Angers' first reaction.
Angers did not refuse this harsh request, and he agreed to all of Ander's unreasonable conditions.
In his opinion, he was already dead, died in Cassel Manor, so all the conditions were unimportant, whether slaves or dependents, his body would be destroyed on the way to charge against the Dragon Clan.
Ender didn't have any doubts. He just took out a piece of parchment from the space bag, dipped a quill in wine mixed with carbon ash, and wrote down the contents of the contract.
"Sign it."
Ande is very direct. The Dragon Clan will not engage in convoluted things like contract fraud like the devil. They will only write out their needs directly because they are confident that no one can violate the agreement with the Dragon Clan.
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The man opposite bit his fingertip, blood and grease mixed together, dripping on the parchment. The man slid his finger and wrote his name in elegant cursive script:
"Hilbert Jean Angers".
In the name of God, this contract will be carried out.
The parchment spontaneously ignited without wind, but its contents had already been burned into their hearts.
Ender showed an expression as if his plot had succeeded. The next step was to find a suitable identity and return to the human world with Angers.
"What do you think I should dress up as?"
Ande asked.
Angers didn't answer, just stared blankly at the ground in front of him.
"How about a lone warrior? Or a monk from the Eastern Empire."
Under Ander's nagging, young Angers soon became annoyed. His muscles tensed up, and he looked like he wanted to punch Ander in the face again, but he quickly remembered something strange about himself.
, his hands hung down helplessly.
He took two deep breaths and asked Ender his question.
"My body what have you done to my body?"
Ender touched his chin and changed his position.
"Don't sound so disgusting, I just injected the essence of my flesh and blood into your body."
This statement obviously caused Angers to misunderstand something. He looked at his lower body, as if checking if there was anything wrong.
"No! No! No! It's not this kind of injection. Don't get it wrong."
"You have my bloodline now. Have you seen the dragon scales on your chest? As time goes by and the bloodline strengthens, you can become stronger, grow dragon claws, or have a pair of dragon wings."
"How about it? Thank me!"
Angers stroked the scales on his chest, showed a very strange smile, and seemed to be relieved.
"Then why am I still me?" he whispered
Ender had long known through his memory that once the hybrids in this world exceeded the critical blood line, they would gradually transform into irrational deadpools, but he still pretended to be curious and asked.
"What's the meaning?"
I don't know if the strong drink had an effect, but Angers began to tell the history of the mixed race.
The sun sets, the birds return to their flocks, and Angers' story comes to an end.
Although there are related descriptions in the novel, after actually coming to this world and listening to someone explain it, the feelings you get are still different.
The dragons in this world are very different from the dragons in Ender's world. They have longer lifespans, can control special magic called speech spirits, and can be reborn after death. Fortunately, their brains are not very easy to use.
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Take the brass dragon as an example. The ancient brass dragon is only more than a thousand years old, and the lifespan of the brass dragon is only about 2,300 years old. Compared with the dragons in this world who often live for 5,000 to 10,000 years, it seems a bit underwhelming.
"It seems like the dragons here are all a bunch of mentally ill demon shapeshifters wearing dragon skins."
After listening to Angers explanation, Ander concluded.
"So you can't actually be considered a dragonborn, but a tiefling, which is a hybrid of demon and human."
Ender tried to correct the concept of the hybrid in front of him. There was only one kind of dragon, and that was the true dragon represented by Ender. He would never admit that these demon shapeshifters could be called dragons.
"Don't worry, the blood of a true dragon is perfect. It won't turn people into monsters that only know how to kill like those demons."
The corner of Ange's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile. It seemed that he would not become Deadpool for the time being, but this might be a conspiracy of the dragon clan.
Ender moved his body and stood up. His black pupils turned into dark golden vertical pupils. The dragon's power spread with Ender as the center, frightening away several wild wolves wandering in the trees.
"Although the thing you want to kill seems less like a dragon and more like a demon, our contract is still valid."
Ender raised his hand and waved out a few magical lights. Angers suddenly felt that his body became lighter and his head became clearer.
"I hope you still remember the way out. Let's go quickly..."