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Chapter 85: Growth requires trace elements

Commissioner Li Gang, who had just joined the relevant department, was very proud. The organization assigned him a difficult task.

He is an ordinary mixed-race native of China. He has never studied abroad at Cassel College in the United States, so he is always ranked lower than those who have returned from overseas in the relevant departments.

In addition, Li Gang had only joined the relevant department not long ago, and he was an ordinary person. He mostly completed some paperwork on weekdays, and it was not his turn to perform field tasks.

But this time it was different. Li Gang was called to the office by his boss, and he said in a tone of voice that sounded like you just got lucky:

"A big shot is coming to Beijing soon, and you are responsible for protecting him."

Li Gang walked out of the office in a daze. When would it be his turn to be a bodyguard? After working in the office for so long, his fortune finally turned around today.

Later, Li just learned that the reason why he was chosen was because he needed an inconspicuous person as a bodyguard, but most mixed-race people were good-looking, so he, who looked ordinary, became the best candidate.

Li Gang will remember that morning in thirty years' time. It was a rare blue sky in Peiping, the sun hung brightly in the sky, and the earth was as hot as iron.

Li Gang waited for a long time at the airport pick-up gate, and finally received the noble person he wanted to escort: Lu Ande, Mr. Lu, one of the founders of the relevant department.

Li Gang looked at Mr. Lu's young face and sighed that the mixed race with high bloodline was good. He was over a hundred years old and still looked like a young man.

Mr. Lu suddenly said to him:

"Get ready, let's take the subway."

"Mr. Lu, we have prepared a car for you."

Li Gang felt his shoulder being tapped twice, and heard Ander continue:

"No, my mission in Peiping is to take the subway, and you have to accompany me."

To be honest, Li Gang thought he heard wrongly at the time, but what happened next surprised him.

The old man applied for a brand new subway card at the counter, and then took him to start a day's subway journey.

Every time he went to a subway station, he would exit and enter the station, and then exit and enter the station again at the next subway station, repeating this cycle, as if he was performing some strange ritual.

Not long ago, Beijing had only two subway lines, one running through the city from west to east, and the other a circular line starting from Fuxingmen.

Not long ago, due to the successful bid for the Olympic Games, the government invested another sum of money in subway construction, and a line was repaired not long ago.

But even if there are only three subway lines, it is quite time-consuming to exit and enter the station one by one. Li Gang followed this boss on the subway all day long.

"Sure enough, there is nothing."

Ender looked at the ordinary bus ticket. Now he was standing in the cab of a train, and the bus ticket was placed on the platform.

This was the last train of the day. This train had already arrived at Apple Orchard Station, his final destination for the day. What Ender expected did not happen. The Nibelungen hidden in the subway did not appear.

In the original work, the Nibelungen, the King of Earth and Mountains, is hidden at the terminus of Beijing Subway Line 1. Only by passing through all the subway stations in Beijing with a bus card can one be eligible to enter this land of the dead.

But it seems that it is not the time yet, perhaps the king of earth and mountains has not yet awakened.

Ander patted Li Gang who was standing aside.

"Thank you for your hard work, young man. Let's have dinner together later."

Li Gang scratched his head. He was very tired today, but more than tired, he wanted to know what kind of medicine this old man was selling in his gourd.

Ender walked off the platform and released his magic power to carefully feel the space, but he couldn't feel any fluctuations or disharmony.

The Nibelungen is probably no longer here. The full name of the King of Earth and Mountains is Hela, who is the Queen of the Kingdom of the Dead.

This probably means that she has the ability to control the Nibelungs, and it is not surprising that she can move the position of a Nibelung.

"It doesn't matter, I'll come back more often in the future."

Ender was a little disappointed. He didn't find it this time, so he might have to wait a little longer.

Disappointed, Ander dragged Li Gang to find a barbecue stall nearby, ate a meal of mutton skewers, and drank a box of beer. Finally, Ander dragged Li Gang back to the family home of the relevant department.

Later, Li Gang was scolded by his boss and worked as a clerk for ten years. He was mainly responsible for receiving Ande when he came to Beijing to take the subway every year.

The next day, at the hospital affiliated to the relevant department, Ander looked at the boy in front of him. He had long blond hair, tied into a pigtail at the back of his head, and looked a little childish.

He sat on a medical bed, pretending to be calm, with his head raised high, as if he was the boss of God and the second boss of me.

"Caesar, lift up your clothes and show your uncle."

The woman on the side said softly to the child. The expression on the child's face changed, and he finally reluctantly opened his clothes.

The small body is covered with light golden scales, which are closely distributed on the lower abdomen and chest.

"Mr. Ander, come and take a look."

Ender stepped forward, gently touched the pale golden scales, and lightly scratched them with his nails, looking at the white marks exposed on the scales.

Little Caesar seemed a little itchy and wanted to laugh out loud, but finally held back and kept a cold face.

"The hardness is not enough and the color is too light. Madam, let me see your hands."

Ender turned to the other side to fight Gullweger. She took off the longevity lock around her neck, and her pink-white arms became a little ferocious. The thick claw tips and scales made this woman instantly full of aggression.

Ender poked the scaly hand without caring, carefully observed the color of the scales, and finally came to a conclusion.

"This is a lack of trace elements."

A few days before Ander came to China, Gullweger contacted him and said that Caesar had been sick recently and his scales would fall off when he took a bath. He didn't know what happened.

Of course, Ender couldn't let anything happen to the holy son appointed by the boss of Bahamut, so after searching for the Nibelungs to no avail, he immediately found Caesar and Gullweger who were still in China.

"Lack of trace elements?"

Guerweger was puzzled. Caesar's diet had been taken care of by dedicated personnel over the years and was nutritionally balanced. How could he be lacking in trace elements?

"Metal dragons will ingest metals of the same origin as themselves to enhance the strength of their scales. If I am a brass dragon, I need to eat some brass."

"And you and Caesar are descendants of the golden dragon, which means you need to take in some gold."

In fact, all Chinese dragon descendants are brass dragon descendants. The main components of brass are copper and zinc. These two elements are widely present in the daily diet and do not require special supplements.

But unlike Gullweg and Caesar, the two golden dragonborns who were directly transformed by Bahamut, they need to specifically supplement some golden elements to meet their own needs.

"Here, consider it as lucky money. Use it to grind your teeth if you have nothing to do."

Ender took out a small cylindrical gold bar from his bag and handed it to Caesar. Metal dragons have a tradition of giving pocket money to their cubs. Most of them are a few gold coins or a gemstone, which can be regarded as their future start-up capital.

Little Caesar looked at the gold bar in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pretended to be a little adult and said:

"Mr. Ander, thank you for your gift."

Gullweger looked at his serious-looking son from the sidelines. Since he was twelve years old, this child has learned to put on airs, just like his father.

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