"Boss, someone invited you to dinner."

"Who?"

"Private dinner in Pompeii. He invited a private chef who specializes in fugu cooking. ”

Luo Yin was noncommittal and glanced at the current time.

"Olivia, what do you think?"

"He wants to trade the relics in our hands in exchange for some kind of technology to use them safely."

"How are you going to reply?"

"Requesting to postpone the dinner requires a change in schedule. If you want to kill the Gattuso family, you may have already done it. ”

"Raise salary."

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Teatro Regio Turin, Italy.

Mozart's classic, The Marriage of Figaro, is being replayed in the theater.

The stage is decorated with a lavish scene from the Earl's Palace, and the hall is elaborately decorated for the evening wedding.

Susanna, the maid, gave a letter to the Count of Almaviva and asked him to have a tryst in the garden in the evening.

The Count, who had coveted Susanna for a long time, was overjoyed and finally managed to green Figaro's wedding, unaware that it was a ploy negotiated by Countess Rossina and Susanna.

Pompeii had seen the opera more than a dozen times, and each time it was a different woman by his side.

The only thing in the hanging box was Pompeii and a Latin girl, and Patsy waited outside as usual.

The harmonious and beautiful trio is interrupted by a sudden murmur, and the startled audience turns their eyes to the source of the sound with a bit of anger.

Caesar cut the bolt and pushed open the heavy box door, and the opera house security guard was politely stopped by Patsy.

Pompeii whispered a few words to his female companion, and soon, only father and son were left in the box.

He was not angry or flustered, as if he was used to such a small conflict between father and son.

"The family approved my marriage to Chen Motong."

"Yes, you're a good match, there's no reason not to pass. This was a long time ago. ”

"It's been a long time, indeed. It's been almost three years. ”

It is recommended to choose Chen Motong as the bride of Caesar Gattuso. The document reads.

In August 2008, it was signed Pompeii.

And at that time, Caesar didn't even know Nono, she had just entered school.

Pompey didn't ask Caesar how he got the document, it doesn't matter.

"Then you should have also seen the reason why I recommended Chen Motong.

Her pedigree is excellent and stable, and she is the daughter of the Chen family.

We have deceived you. Chen Motong was the bride chosen by the family for you from the beginning. ”

"What I want to know is the real reason."

Caesar took out a document again. Pompey's expression grew serious, and this time it didn't seem so simple.

According to genetic identification, Nuo Nuo and Chen Jun's two sons are not related by blood. She is not Chen Jun's daughter. ”

"Who knows. Maybe she's an adopted daughter, maybe, haha. ”

"Nono told me that she was born through surrogacy, and that the surrogate mother died of illness when she was very young."

"You don't know the situation of the Chen family. In order to obtain offspring with stronger and more diverse bloodlines, Chen Jun will buy eggs from women with excellent bloodlines. Many of the Chen family's children were born through surrogacy. ”

Caesar made no secret of his disgust.

"The IVF made by Chen Jun has no blood relationship with him.

There is a possibility that someone replaced the embryo during the process. ”

This time, Pompeii didn't answer immediately, leaning back on the crimson velvet couch. He applauded.

"You replaced."

"Your speculation is good. Go on, what else can you roll out. ”

Caesar pulls out the third document. The corners of Pompey's mouth twitched.

"It's a reorganized plan, and its original owner is Jung von Herzog.

The three siblings of Gen Zhisheng are all artificial emperors, and Gen Zhinu and Eri Uesugi have undergone pons splitting surgery.

The White King's Relic can allow a highly blooded race to evolve, but it will destroy the host's consciousness. ”

Caesar paused.

"Caesar, Persy, Chen Motong. Gen Zhisheng, Gen Zhi Girl, Uesugi Eri Cloth.

The Black King's Relic. The relics of the White King. ”

"It's so similar."

Pompey nodded in affirmation. Like, very like.

Caesar deliberately put together a photo of Nono and Eri Uesugi. The facial features of the two are very similar as a whole, but the differences in details make it easy to distinguish.

Many people in the academy often use the term "red-haired shrine maiden" to refer to Eri Yi, but shrine maidens are not a beautiful word in the dragon culture.

The shrine maiden is the existence of the gods, presides over the sacrifices of the gods, and is relied on by the gods.

Nono's "profile" is essentially a very strong ability to see. In the dragon civilization, psychic is the exclusive authority of priests and shrine maidens.

"Pompeii, I'm not going to sit like a puppet on the throne that someone else has prepared."

To Pompey's surprise, Caesar's gaze became indifferent, and a strange light surged in the depths of his ice-blue pupils.

"I was born to step on the throne, but the throne must be decided by me.

It is up to me to decide my own path, it is up to me to decide the future of the family, and it is up to me to decide what to do with Chen Motong...... And not you.

You can't expect me to be emperor and your marionette. ”

"It seems that you have a lot of feelings about this trip to the North Pole."

Pompey smiled at Caesar, not caring about the aggressiveness of the other party. That's good.

"Luo Yin gave me a lot of important information. He wanted me to ruin the Gattuso's plans. ”

Pompeii: "Of course it's him. ”

Caesar's eyes were filled with anger, and the muscles on his cold face trembled slightly.

"The family has been working on a plan for nearly a decade, from spying on the Leviathan to tracking down the relics...... In the end, it was he who benefited.

If we bow down to him, there will be no more power in the half-breed to compete with him. ”

"That's right, we must act to preserve the glory of Gattuso......"

"Pompeii!"

Caesar interrupted his father with a furious voice.

"You didn't find the true value of Behemoth, it was your misjudgment of the situation that led to the defeat of the Arctic.

It was your conceit and paranoia that got the family into where it is now! ”

Pompey's expression darkened, his tense facial muscles twitching, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Because Caesar was not wrong. He believed that the Black Snake was no different from other primitive species, and used it as a sacrifice to revive the relics of the White King, and the subsequent recovery of the eggs failed.

"I need to know everything about my family. I will reclaim the lost throne with my own hands. ”

Pompeii's expression changed uncertainly, and he finally laughed. He took a Chianti from the ice bucket and poured a third of the crimson wine into two goblets.

"That's right, my goal has always been the Black King's Relics. After knowing the existence of that kind of power, what attraction did the throne of the four great monarchs, and even the crippled white king, have to speak of?

Only the power of the Black King is the strongest, and the strongest have absolute freedom. ”

"Nono... What about Chen Motong? Does she have the qualifications to fuse the relics? ”

"That's right. Her genetic information is rich in the genes of the White King and the Black Serpent, and is the best sacrifice to complete the holy relics.

Wait for the Holy Relic to take over the shell and complete the evolution, and extract the blood of the Black King, which is the least poisonous at the time of rebirth, so that you can complete your evolution. ”

Caesar quietly digested the message.

"But Chen Motong's bloodline is not strong, and he doesn't even have a spirit of speech."

"She is a product of a new generation than Eri Uesugi. A sacrifice with too much power in its hands, but it is easy to get out of control. ”

"Why don't you use it yourself?"

"Those who bear the blood of the Black King must have the qualifications to fuse the holy remains.

Throughout history, the direct descendants of the King of the Sea and Water have the highest success rate, followed by the White King bloodline, and the others are pitifully low.

And I have already injected the fetal blood of the Wind King, and the use of other fetal blood will inevitably be out of control. ”

Pompeii could only pin his hopes on future generations. The bloodline of the Gulwig family not only allowed Caesar to break free from Li Wuyue's control, but also greatly improved his compatibility with the holy relics.

"The success rate, that is, not absolute success. What if I fail and die? ”

"You've always known that."

Parsee. His saber was a pair of Caesar's, named Augustus, i.e. Octavian.

If Caesar died, Patsy in the shadow would be baptized in his place, just as Octavian inherited the Roman Empire.

"Still, Patcy needs some simple surgery before he can be baptized."

"So, Patcy is my brother."

"You are the only two left, and he is a substitute."

Caesar's cold expression turned into a happy smile, and he let down his guard against Pompey.

"We also have a chance to get the Holy Relic, which is the ticket to the throne......"

Boom!

Pompeii's face twisted unexpectedly, his muscular body slamming into the outer wall of the box.

Everyone in the Royal Opera House in Turin suddenly looked sideways, and even the "Figaro" on the stage couldn't help but look at the box.

Caesar stomped on the floor, punching the stallion in the abdomen and smashing the exterior wall of the box forward, sending sawdust flying.

The Gattuso father and son crashed into the golden glass chandelier, the fringed glass prisms shattering in hundreds, and the shards were blown down in front of the stage by a gust of wind.

In the heavy muffled sound of the two falling to the ground, the well-dressed audience fled away in a panic.

Caesar stood up like Pompeii was all right, and straightened his clothes.

Caesar ripped off his tie, threw away his coat, and unbuttoned his shirt.

Pompey spat out the blood from his mouth and suddenly sneered.

"I thought the legendary Major Bondarev would be a little smarter."

"I did regress. Bondarev would not have made such a low-level mistake. ”

Caesar stepped on the red velvet seat and rushed towards Pompeii, leaping and punching like a swooping falcon.

Pompeii blocked the attack with both arms, and the two tangled and approached the stage.

"I love this show, you shouldn't spoil it."

"The Wedding of Figaro...... You've never compensated her for a decent wedding! ”

Caesar will definitely plan the grandest and most beautiful wedding with his bride, and she will definitely see it.

Father and son hop onto the elaborate stage, and the opera singers move away from the two madmen with amusement.

Caesar unbuckled the scabbard, threw the hunting knife Dick into the glass slag at will, and raised his fists in a boxing stance.

Pompeii moved his joints and stood in place in a casual manner, his eyes full of contempt.

"I want to fight you, I've been thinking about it for years."

"Me too."

The two gritted their teeth and punched each other in a scorching silence, again and again.

The fist and fist collided unavoidably, the skin of the fist opened, and the phalanges cracked in the repeated blows.

Neither of them used their words. Caesar's bloodline is slightly higher, with defense and strength superior, while Pompeii's speed is faster.

Pompeii changed his routine, unusually relaxing the joints of his body to the extreme, attacking from strange angles, and moving erratically.

His movements are nimble and graceful, like a tango dance, and when he attacks, he shows the cunning ferocity of KGB martial arts, and he has a very deep grasp of Sistemma.

Caesar was hit in the torso by fists in quick succession, but his center of gravity was as steady as a reef.

Pompeii lunged forward and struck Caesar in the nose with a single blow. But Caesar fought back without pause, and slammed a right hook into the already broken cheek of the bastard daddy.

He subconsciously blocked, and by the time he saw it was a feint, it was too late, and Caesar's fist hit him right in the chest.

"You value your face too much."

Caesar sneered under his breath and pursued in great stride.

Pompeii pressed his arms down, and Caesar grabbed him by the waist and threw him to the ground. The two of them slammed into the props of the set, breaking the piano of the Earl's Court into several pieces.

Before being choked by the joint, Pompeii nimbly broke free of Caesar's arms and jumped to his feet to dodge Caesar's pursuit.

The audience at the opera house was dazzled, and at this time they didn't care much about whether Figaro would be bullished or not. Everyone knows that his wedding is not yellow.

The two people on the stage are extremely fast, and their sense of strength and skill are even more amazing. Quite a few people couldn't help but violate the rules of the opera house and turned on their phone cameras.

The continuous crunching sound of bones further heated the atmosphere, and the father and son entered the keel state at the same time, greatly improving their offensive and defensive capabilities.

Wherever the two passed, the stage set was destroyed like a tornado destroying the parking lot, and the Count's Palace of Almaviva was forcibly demolished.

Caesar took Pompeii's punch, clamped his arm, smashed the wall, and went backstage through the curtain.

The two of them had bloodshot golden eyes that radiated a dangerous glow, and they kept throwing punches, punches, and punches.

He was beaten until he was unsteady on his feet, his brain was groggy, and his vision was obscured by blood.

"Is that enough?"

"Never enough!"

Caesar swayed and struck Pompeii's big arm with a crooked right hook.

Backstage, the walls and floor seemed to be ploughed by machine guns, and both of their senses were blurred, staggering over the potholed ground and continuing to punch.

"Don't you have a penny of love for her!"

"Would you fall in love with a tool?"

Two uppercuts hit each other's chins at the same time, and the two fell back to the wall to support their bodies.

"You are my son! You will become the emperor of the new world, nothing can bind you anymore, and the freedom and glory of the whole world will be yours alone! ”

Pompeii screamed hysterically, walking towards the person he loved most.

Suddenly, his mind went blank and he fell to the ground in a daze.

Having completed the fatal blow, Nono withdrew his right foot and ran over Pompeii to Caesar.

"What are you doing?"

"I did something I wanted to do for a long time."

Nono helped Caesar to his feet and wiped the blood from his face with his cuffs.

"You know that too?"

Nono nodded. She read the information sent by Caesar, and soon understood her own background, and guessed what Caesar's character would do.

"Where did the embryo come from?"

"Bought it."

Pompey, lying on the ground, replied.

Nuno felt a little incredible, could a high-level hybrid easily withstand even the next three tricks.

"Who?"

"Secret, swore never to reveal the identity of the seller."

"I'm tired of never-ending secrets."

The lineage from Behemoth came into play, and Caesar gradually regained his senses.

"No more questions."

Caesar looked at Nono in surprise.

"It doesn't matter to me what other people want me to do, or which two people or dragons my bloodline comes from. Nono is Nono. ”

He was silent for a few seconds and nodded. Keep digging deeper, nothing more than more dirty.

"Fuck Gattuso. Fuck the Darkside Monarch. Fuck the Black King.

My name is Caesar, and there is no Gattuso and no Gulveg behind me. Mom, she won't be cursed by this surname anymore. ”

Caesar said word for word to Pompey.

Nono put on a black motorcycle helmet and stepped on the Harley-Davidson's accelerator. The two of them rushed out of the theater with the roar of the engine.

......

In front of the stage, Passian appeased the cast and audience, extinguishing the staff's anger with a large check.

"Do you know what I want to do most at this moment?"

Pompeii leaned dejectedly against the corner, his face covered in bruises.

"Aim your damnation at the Teatro Reroyale in Turin for a grand funeral."

On the other end of the phone, a gray dragon replied in a joking tone.

“bingo.”

"It's a pity that the Damocles satellite can only carry 12 tungsten rods at a time, which is only enough for two launches."

He had personally chopped one in Siberia and was very familiar.

"By the time the reload is complete, it's almost time to get rid of the gas.

The last table, without Gattuso's place. Dear Monsieur Pompeii, I wish you good health. ”

After a long interruption in communication, Pompey laughed, tears mixed with blood.

"Patsy!"

The Persian cat-eyed secretary walked up to Pompey and respectfully waited for his order.

Pompey stared at him, and Passy's small movements had nowhere to hide, as if his heart had been seen through.

"You've been kicked out of Gattuso's house. . ”

A ripple flashed in Patsy's pupils. He bowed deeply to Pompeii, saluted respectfully, and turned to walk towards the doors of the theater.

Pompeii dialed Frost's phone and walked to center stage.

"You're the head of the house. There is no such thing as an agent. Yes. ”

Pompeii Gattuso, smiling, bowed three times to the audience. The curtain fell.

......

"It's a pleasure to work with."

"Before you change jobs, you always have to make a good impression on your new employer. Serum drugs for decades to come will depend on you. ”

Parsi strolls through the Turin sunshine, his calm tone mixed with a hint of delight.

"Haven't you considered being a free man?"

"I'm used to working as a secretary and don't have the courage to try other ways of life."

"Welcome to the Samaritans, Patsy."

"My pleasure."

Luo Yinmo rubbed the dragon scales on his chin, thoughtful.

"Olivia, aren't you a little nervous? The newcomer is very strong, oh, it seems to be a little... Black belly. ”

"Not nervous, not nervous, multiple colleagues work less overtime. There were so many people to take care of, and I often recall the days when there was only one small workshop, which was really nice. ”

------Off topic------

I roughly watched the first three episodes of the anime.,Overall, the level of qualified (65),It's watchable.。

The plot, the painting, and the music are fairly smooth.

The avoidance of names of people and places, and the deletion of some episodes, are acceptable shortcomings. I hope that the old Tang scene will be made up in the future.

The more uncomfortable points: dubbing, the supporting roles generally have a sense of disobedience; exaggeration and other age-appropriate changes; Speech and spirit effect setting magic change; Dragons are inexpensive.

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