The Ark is a city shrouded in darkness at all times, just like the Nibelungen as the prototype. It may be that the dragon king, who came to power a long time ago, will be able to improve the environment of the Nibelungen, but the alchemists of the half-breeds do not have this ability for the time being.

Day and night lights illuminate many parts of the city, such as the intertwined roads, the bustling inner city, and the gates that connect the inner and outer cities. But there will always be places where the lights don't shine. In the intricate alleys between the black buildings, Caesar was wearing a long trench coat and was gradually reaching the place he wanted to go, he made some disguise, his blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and his ice-blue pupils were also hidden by brown pupils.

The city belongs to half-dragon, half-human monsters, and the Gattuso family is one of the royal families of monsters. In ancient times, emperors who liked to pay private visits in micro-clothing would also bring skilled guards to ensure safety, but Caesar naturally did not plan to let Patsy follow him when he traveled alone, but there is no doubt that the half-breed "crown prince" is a "fragrant bait". And the half-blood, blonde, sea-blue eyes, and the way he behaves, are easily reminiscent of the words Gattuso, and with these words come either some dispensable preferential treatment or trouble.

These troubles can be eliminated with just the right amount of transfiguration. Needless to say, the family's education and Caesar's learning ability are at the top level, although compared to the father who made a cameo appearance as Kroeb, the son who has received a high degree of anti-reconnaissance training is still a son after all. But for now, it's completely enough.

Caesar Gattuso didn't know much about the city today, except for the golden pupils of pedestrians passing by at night, and the instinctive vigilance that came with it, allowing him to glimpse the tip of the iceberg. But Caesar had no desire to continue exploring.

Learning about the Ark would one day be in Caesar Gattuso's target, but for now he was more interested in the defector who claimed to have information about Gulveig.

Caesar had certainly read the information given by Patsy, but the information on it could only be described in two words - contradictory and lackluster. C-level mixed race, technical analysis type speech, weak physical ability, no special advantages, average grades, non-mixed race family background--- this is the information given by Norma. Possessing extremely high alchemy skills and most of the alchemy tools that may exist, he has some knowledge of the situation in the half-breed society, and is suspected to have memorized most of Jotunheim's classified documents--- which was the judgment given by Patsy, the only eyewitness that night.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a lot of information in the information given by Norma that should be the product of careful disguise, at least the ability in alchemy is something that Chen Mo has never shown before, and thinking about it at a deeper level, has the bloodline rating, the spirit of speech, and even the person's origin been modified or disguised, and if so, for what?

The Gattuso family had apparently begun to investigate, and they had even begun to doubt the security of Norma's system, after all, even with sufficient clearance, the secret party's electronic butler should have raised the alarm before the intruder could approach the ice cellar to identify the permissions.

Caesar also had his own direction of investigation.

While staying at the Taoyuan Hotel, Patsy also told him a little anecdote about the hotel. Apparently the old man named Sherlock Werther would not allow an unidentified stranger to work as a dealer in a place full of distinguished customers.

This not only shows that he knows the identity of Chen Mo's traitor, but also shows that he is deliberately covering up.

Caesar didn't know what Jotunheim Patsy was talking about, and what the value of the documents was. But that didn't stop him from realizing the preciousness of the words, pictures and data from being wanted in Kassel.

In exchange for asylum? He doesn't think so, and the two sides of a deal often have to be built on an equal footing. It's as if Gattuso won't negotiate terms with some unreasonable fools, and will only shove a double-barreled shotgun into the mouths of these people.

The most important thing is that the man is very skilled in casinos, and it is obviously not the first time he has appeared there.

Whenever it appears, it must leave traces, Caesar has no better way at the moment, every one of the waiters in the peach garden is an intelligence dealer with Wirther standing behind him, even if Gattuso has always been able to add money can not pry their mouths, but the noble son who has the supreme ability of money in this world still got some useful information.

For example, as an alchemist, he will definitely visit the material market, or for example, a bar that gathers all kinds of information in the outer city.

This is also the destination of his trip.

Caesar pushed open the wooden door of the bar, behind the door is a spiraling stone staircase, slowly down, the bar hidden under the ground is not as dirty and noisy as imagined, the decoration style is very simple, the warm yellow lights and melodious piano music and the word bar are a little out of place, but it unexpectedly fits the atmosphere here, the scene can be called quiet, there is only the sound of bartending behind the black solid wood bar and the very low conversation between drinkers.

He took a seat at the bar and observed the stocky bartender in front of him.

"A martini, thank you."

The bartender gave him a strange look, but said nothing, and quickly brought out the wine that Caesar had asked for.

There was no one in the bar around him, except for a silver-haired man next to him, who looked to be in his sixties, with a glass of color not seen by the well-informed Caesar, and a tortoiseshell-framed eye and a plaid suit that made him look like an elegant old gentleman. Most of the others sat in the seats around the round wooden table, talking in low voices.

Taking a sip of the Martini in the cup, Caesar shook the glass that seemed to be made of crystal, and one by one the ethereal wind demons appeared out of thin air and scattered around, hoping to swallow the sound that had escaped in this space and bring it back to their masters.

Caesar's brow suddenly furrowed violently, and suddenly, as if his body had been cut, the pain instantly hit his brain and nerves, and a sensitive and elegant scythe like the wind was cut in half by something in an instant, and the speed was so fast that even the wind could not bring back the message, it was a slash beyond the speed of sound.

The beast instinct brought by the dragon's blood made Caesar's body tense for a moment, but a bitter smile appeared on his face, Gattuso did not allow failure, but Caesar also had to admit that since such a speed could cut off his scythe before reacting, it could also cut off his head before reacting.

The silver-haired old man shook the cuffs of his suit to make sure that the folding knife he had just put on did not slip out while drinking, and moved his arm a little that had just been sitting on a vigorous exercise. The short and fat bartender who came over walked over with a respectful face, and took away the wine glass that had been drunk, and his eyes were inquiring. The old gentleman just waved his hand absently, and the bartender nodded knowingly, and once again brought out two glasses of wine with a strange liquid, which were pushed towards the young man with blonde hair and ponytail, and the old gentleman respectively.

The young man, who was still facing the enemy, did not move the glass of wine, but turned his head to look at the old man on the side.

"I've got this cup, kid." Ange smiled mildly and said to Caesar, "Long time no see." ”