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Chapter 62: Lost Time

Ender never thought about the conflict with Lu Mingze from the beginning. According to the situation in the original text, the little devil's goal was consistent with his own, and he also had a common enemy.

As for what will happen next, whether Ender will help the bandits to respect themselves, that is a question that needs to be resolved later.

After all, with his magic and strong physical ability, Ender can live on the moon without any problem, and the worst he can do is pack up and run away.

"I like chatting and communicating. Let's talk now. What do you want?"

Ender looked at the black dragon in front of him. He looked strange. His body shape was similar to his own, but the details were completely different from the black dragons in his world.

Just like humans and Namekians, they both have limbs, but the difference is very big.

"Just tell me what you want to do, and I'll give you an estimate."

That's right, Ender is going to start his old mercenary business again. Brass dragon mercenaries actually have a great reputation. These dragons who love chatting and hate order like to stay outside of power and rely on their own labor to satisfy their lives.

need.

Unlike gold and silver dragons, they generally rule a country directly and make money through taxes.

"To really wake up my brother, a complicated ritual is required, and those traitors are the best sacrifices."

The black dragon relaxed, put his hands together, and crawled on the ground. The child's voice came out of the bloody mouth, which looked a little funny.

"Help him and push him down this path, okay?"

The black dragon lowered his posture, and the child's voice was soft and waxy, making Ander involuntarily want to agree to his request.

Shaking his head, Ender calmed down, released a mechanical mind to himself, ensured that his mind was clear, and then negotiated with the black dragon.

"Then you should know what I want."

Ender used magic to create an image of the gem he had swallowed, and signaled to the black dragon.

"I want this from the four great monarchs."

The black dragon's pupils shrank, and the child's voice became hoarse, as if two stones were rubbing together.

"You are too greedy, Mr. Ender."

"Then what do you want to do to stop me? Now you are just a ghost invading my mind."

Ender shook his head and moved closer to the black dragon, leaning against his head and whispering in a low voice, like a bear parent teasing a child.

"Mr. Ander, you might as well look down."

The black dragon took a step back, letting Ender look at the water at his feet.

The golden dragon is sleeping, and beside it, a wall calendar is flipping crazily, representing the passage of time.

Just as Ender was dazed for a moment, the calendar turned dozens of pages.

"Although it is difficult, I can let you sleep until your brother wakes up completely."

Black Dragon's voice returned to its original soft and waxy voice, with a little joy of a successful prank.

"But that would keep you out of the real world, right?"

Ender could see that the black dragon was very angry, and if he wanted to prevent himself from awakening, he could only use this lose-lose method.

Now, both sides are pressing the nuclear weapons button, but no one dares to press it.

"Mr. Ander, I just want to have a good chat."

There was a hint of exhaustion in Heilong's tone, as if the actions just now had consumed a lot of him.

"Okay then, the reward remains the same, but I can help you a little more."

Ender now sounded like an aunt who failed to bargain, and had to grab a handful of coriander and put it into the other party's plastic bag.

"Okay, Mr. Ander, I do need your help with something."

Flashing golden words appeared in front of the black dragon, and a contract appeared out of thin air.

"Mr. Ander, please sign the contract."

Ender glanced at the contents of the contract playfully. Literally speaking, the Black Dragon's request was not excessive, and he gave Ender the ownership of the remains of the four monarchs after their death.

But even a little dragon that just emerged from the egg knows that you should never sign a contract given to you by the devil.

The sharp claws opened the contract, and Ender stared at the black dragon and made his request:

"Sign in reality and I will provide the contract."

The black dragon seemed to want to get angry, his muscles trembled, and wanted to tear the dragon from another world in front of him into pieces, but he was just a ghost hiding in the cracks of time, unable to resist Ender's will.

"As you wish, when the red giant collapses, I will be waiting for you on his corpse."

"Also, Mr. Ander, I will give you a little benefit first. I hope you like it."

The black dragon saluted, left a string of riddle-like words, and disappeared into the sunlight like the first snow.

I don't know when the surroundings had cleared up, the black tide gradually receded, leaving behind a layer of mud, and the bright sunlight illuminated the earth.

The next moment, Ender turned into light.

Waking up in a haze, Ander saw the early morning sunlight shining on his face through the skylight. The furnishings in the dragon's lair had not changed, and were still as neat and clean as before he fell asleep.

Ender moved his body and found that he had grown up again. His adult self seemed to have grown again after swallowing the crystal. Now his body length reached twenty-five meters, even comparable to

The old red dragon.

The brass-colored scales look shining in the sun, and the spikes on the wings are sharper and full of aggression.

Ender flew out of the dragon's lair, and an elderly dragonborn came over. It was Ender's butler Lao Wang.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and some of Lao Wang's scales have turned white. Dragonborn transformed by ordinary people can live for more than 150 years, and Lao Wang has now begun to enter old age.

He held a stack of documents and handed them to Ender with both hands.

Ender picked up the document, and the mage's hand cooperated with the reading magic to quickly browse the document in his hand.

"Damn it, it's already 1990, I've missed so many things."

Ender looked at the information in front of him and had a headache. Both the transaction with the black dragon and the growth of his body took too much time.

He slept for twenty years, which was not unusual among dragons, but for Ender, this situation was very fatal.

"It's all my fault, little devil, that I didn't get enough sleep last time."

When Garuda's power was swallowed up last time, Ander entered adulthood, and the sorcerer's spellcasting level was naturally raised to level 15. However, due to the invasion of the devils and other messy things, he had to wake up early.

Ender then looked down. These materials recorded some of the things that happened after he fell asleep, as well as the recent development of the Dragonborn.

Looking at the information, Ander nodded with satisfaction. Most of the things he told him were completed well. Relying on his later experience, the Dragonborn plundered the wool of capitalism several times, and he gained a little more gold.

Dragonborn in China gradually began to form their own circle. Different from their kind, these chaotic and kind-hearted hybrids formed a loose organization named: Dragon Worship Cult.

Ender frowned when he saw the name. It was not a good name. The most important thing was that it was forbidden to engage in feudal superstition.

"Tell the Dragon Worshiping Cult to change its name to the Brass Dragon Chat Club. They are not allowed to worship me. They must worship the Platinum Dragon God."

Ender took out a divine emblem and handed it to Lao Wang. He was able to be where he is today because of his indispensable contribution to Bahamut, but he still had to show some respect.

After seeing the last few pages of the report, Ender became furious. He threw the document aside and transformed into a human in the light.

After putting on the mage robe and holding the warhammer in his hand, Ender turned around and shouted to Lao Wang:

"Hold on, foreigners dare to touch my Lu family, Gattuso, I want you to look good!"

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