Chapter 248 Gattuso Family, Pompeii

"Five minutes, what's the matter?"

Caesar was calm as water, looking directly at Pompey who appeared in front of him.

He was dressed in a suit and had a smile on his face, looking as gentle as jade.

This was a very rare thing. In Caesar's eyes, Pompey, who had always been a stud, actually had time to find him instead of picking up girls.

While Caesar was thinking about what was going on, Pompey threw a black card to Caesar with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"Son, it's your birthday soon, and this is the birthday gift your dad prepared for you."

"A black card?" Caesar covered his forehead.

The same birthday gift as in the past, as expected, contained a series of zero bank balances.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar threw the black card back to Pompey: "I don't need it."

"This is not a simple black card." Pompey picked up the black card and spun it.

"Caesar, do you believe in gravity?"

"I do."

"Sure enough, you don't, no, wait, how can you believe it?"

Pompey choked and looked directly at Caesar.

Seeing Caesar's casual look, I'll just watch you quietly without saying anything, Pompey laughed twice to ease his embarrassment.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Well, just some trivial matters."

"What trivial matters."

"For example, let you go back to inherit the Gattuso family..."

"I refuse."

"Okay, it's like this again." Pompey waved his hand helplessly, having expected this.

"But Caesar, Caesar, are you really unwilling to return to the Gattuso family?"

As long as you come back, your current small-scale Egyptian operations will be fully supported by the Gattuso family.

Pompey didn't say these words, and he and Caesar both understood what the meaning behind them was.

"Are you done?" Caesar stood up and turned to leave.

But before he had walked a few steps, Caesar stopped after Pompey said "I am the Dragon King".

"What are you talking about?"

"No, I am really the Dragon King, and I am the Dragon King of the Sky and Wind."

Pompey stretched out his hand to support his chin, watched Caesar's face change several times, and then returned to his original position.

"You said you are the Dragon King."

"Yes, the real Dragon King of the Sky and Wind." Pompey paused, then added.

"But my authority has been taken away by my brother."

"Pompeii, are you kidding?" Caesar clenched his fingers, veins popping out.

A stud who has been out picking up girls all year round, having sex with women from all walks of life every day, and living a life of luxury and evil, suddenly said to you one day-son, I am Nanmo Tiga Ultraman Buddha from the M78 Nebula.

You are my son, come and inherit my property!

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

"No." Pompey shook his head, then reached out and threw the black card back to Caesar.

"Let me think, what should I say, it seems that there is nothing to say, it's all those repetitive trivialities, day after day, year after year."

"What are you talking about! You are the Dragon King!"

Caesar jumped up, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Pompeii's sleeves, his eyes blazing.

"Dragon King, Caesar, you don't know what real history is, nor do you understand what the essence of the Dragon King represents." Pompey stretched out his hand to pry open Caesar's fingers, his tone was particularly sad and melancholy.

"... Mythology is back, history, no, legends are about to return to reality."

"..."

"The old gods in history have begun to return." Pompey's eyes were deep, as if he was watching a group of "old friends" return.

The grievances in the past are now to be settled again.

Caesar controlled his mood and loosened his fingers.

He found that he didn't seem to understand this stallion at all, and his character image was covered by layer after layer of unreliable paint.

In Caesar's memory, Pompey was a thorough stallion, constantly reproducing life, just a mobile turret.

But now, he calls himself the Dragon King of the Sky and Wind, so, putting aside these so-called stereotypes, what kind of person is Pompey?

Caesar didn't know the answer and wanted to ask, but the words turned into another question unconsciously: "Mythology returns, what do you mean?"

"Norse mythology, Chinese mythology, Egyptian mythology... The contents described in these myths will return, maybe you can see the heroes in history."

"Wait, no, I'll take it slow." Caesar took a deep breath and quickly compared the relevant memories in his mind.

Norse mythology, this is a required course for the half-bloods of Kassel Academy, and it is already at the level of being able to recite.

"The black dragon Hognid who gnaws the world, no, you mean that the Norse god king Odin really exists!"

Norse mythology, Odin, a one-eyed god, he wears an eagle helmet and golden armor, holding the eternal spear Gungnir, wearing the golden ring of Dropnir, sitting on the supreme throne that can see the nine realms. At his feet are two fierce wolves, Kili and Kuliqi, ready to protect him at any time. On his shoulders are two ravens, Fukin and Muni, who fly across the nine realms and return to report to Odin.

In Ragnarok, in order to cope with the coming of the end of the world, Odin and the wolf Fenrir died in the beating.

"Not entirely true." Pompey waved his hand casually.

"Odin did die in the battle of Fenrir. Ha, compared to the history that has long been unknown, the records of mythology seem particularly real."

"Son, the stories in the myths will return to reality, and the old gods will return to the real world through Nibelungen."

"So, the Gattuso family is handed over to you."

"Come on, son, I believe you can do your best." After the words fell, Pompey reached out and patted Caesar on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Caesar held the black card in his hand, his face changed several times, and then he took out his mobile phone.

There were hundreds of calls on it. Basically, the uncles and uncles of the Gattuso family, with names and surnames, called, and the largest number of them was Frost Gattuso.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar ignored these missed messages, turned off the phone, and turned around and left.

"Anger, long time no see." Pompey looked at the man who blocked him and greeted him casually.

"I really want to take out the folding knife to kill you, but I can't do this."

Angers reached out and turned the folding knife.

This weapon is powerful enough to kill the enemy, and it carries the memory of Ange who lost all his friends in the massacre at Kassel Academy.

Every time he took out the folding knife, Ange saw his old friend in a trance

Pompey nodded, calmly accepted Ange's killing intention, and did not react much to it.

He and Ange both understood that the current situation was not the time to fight each other and take out their trump cards to fight to the death. There were still many problems that had not been solved.

"Before the murderer who caused the death of Menek Kassel appears, you'd better suppress this temper, at least maintain your original character."

"I understand, 1900, I will not forget this time."

A hundred years have passed, and the people who really remember this incident are dead and old, and Ange has grown from a naive new dragon slayer to the madman he is now.

"Then, I wish you a successful revenge and no return."

Ange nodded, picked up the black umbrella beside him, and left with the umbrella.

"By the way, Ange, go to Japan, there you will find the answers you want to know."

Ange stopped, nodded slightly, and then continued to move forward. (End of this chapter)