Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Stop putting pressure on me, old bastard." Angers sighed, and then suddenly smiled. He put his arm around Beowulf's shoulders and patted his shoulders hard. The two old guys seemed to have returned to more than a hundred years ago. Under the clear sky of years ago.

"But this is the only thing I promise you. After all... I don't want to lose either."

The rumbling sound of the ocean tide swallowed up everything, and the leaden clouds finally pushed over the island. God personally unscrewed the gate, and tens of thousands of tons of rainwater poured down, and finally merged into the layers of waves under the cliff.

Rain pattered in front of the window, and white mist rose from the stone walls that had been heated by the sun.

There was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and the sound of falling rain covered up all the noise.

"What a big one," Beowulf said softly.

"Uh-huh?"

Ange originally responded softly, but he felt that in front of the torrential rain, the world was terrifyingly quiet. Even though the sky and the earth were filled with the sound of falling rain, you still felt that the world was too quiet, too quiet to tolerate any noise.

He responded subconsciously, and his ears automatically recognized that Beowulf said "It's so quiet", but when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but froze there.

"Really big? What do you mean?" He didn't react.

"In Chinese dialect, it means quiet and quiet. Isn't this what the child you selected named Lu Mingfei brought to school?"

Beowulf said slowly,

"Don't think that I know nothing about the affairs of the academy. As long as I think about it, every move in Casserne will be sent to me."

Angers: "..."

He turned his back and silently covered his face with one hand.

He guessed that the person who told Beowulf about this never told him. Professor Manstein, who was fooled by this sentence the year before last, repeatedly emphasized "keep it big" (keep quiet) in class. Finally, after the truth was exposed, I was laughed at for a long time, and because of this incident, a certain person who did not want to be named took Professor Manstein's class that year, but ended up "unqualified".

Hmm... Although he might not have passed the test without this matter.

After adjusting his mood, Ange turned around, coughed lightly, straightened his collar, and said with emotion: "Yes, it's really big."

As for the intelligence channels Beowulf just mentioned, Angers is not worried, but is a little curious about who is so unreliable.

"By the way, that young man named Fingel is very close to Henkel. Do you know about this?" Beowulf suddenly asked.

Angers couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Do you still know Fingel?"

"It was sent by Flamel. He said he had the same speech spirit as me and asked me to teach him for a while." Beowulf said calmly.

Angers suddenly stopped being curious.

"Henkel and I knew each other well about this matter, but we didn't reveal the last layer of paper." Angers thought for a while and replied to Beowulf with this answer.

"You mean you and Hanga reached a consensus?" Beowulf glanced at this guy.

The Henkel family of Chicago is the leader of the mixed race in North America.

There are large and small mixed-race communities around the world, and Henkel leads one of the largest ones. Although it is not comparable to the Secret Party, it is only lower than the Secret Party.

The North American mixed race is composed of more than a dozen families with a long history. These families were famous on the European continent before migrating to the New World. Most of them have backgrounds such as royalty, nobility, bankers or ocean pioneers, and have accumulated huge wealth. .

They are not behind the Secret Party in terms of popularity, and they are even better in terms of wealth accumulation, but they do not have a strong obsession with slaying dragons. The most important thing to them is family reproduction and hiding in human society. Enjoy life.

Beowulf naturally looks down on these guys, but he will not look down on Henkel, because although Henkel leads a mixed-race community of businessmen, he himself is a real warrior.

In his eyes, Henkel was a powerful enemy of the Secret Party.

"Henkel and I have always been rivals, but there are very few people who are qualified to be rivals of people like us. There is a saying in China called mutual sympathy, and we are almost in this state. On some things, our views are consistent. But I did not connect Fingal with Henkel, this was purely Fingal’s own ability.”

Angers explained.

Beowulf couldn't help but think of the young man who was sent by Flamel and always had a smile on his lips.

In fact, he didn't like this young man, but he still accepted the advice.

Not because of Flamel's name, but because Beowulf saw a familiar shadow in this young man.

He's also a bit arrogant, like a gangster on the roadside, but he's prouder and more confident than anyone else...

"It seems that Henkel's vision is similar to mine at this point." Beowulf slowly closed his eyes. His burly figure stood in front of the window, like an unshakable monument, but at this moment he actually It's a little curved.

Angers' pupils narrowed as he noticed this.

"By the way, why didn't you bring my godson with you when you came to visit me?"

Beowulf suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Angers with a frown, dissatisfaction evident.

"...It's a rare vacation for a young couple in Chicago, so we old guys shouldn't disturb others."

"Ange, are you really sure of winning?"

"The topic changed a bit too quickly. I still stick to what I said. The person I choose will end this history that has been going back and forth for thousands of years." Angers said softly.

"Is the one you chose Lu Mingfei?" Beowulf turned sideways, "I'm really curious about why you have such confidence, but I know you wouldn't say it, if it weren't for the fact that you are Hilbert Jean Angers, I will never believe you."

"It seems that the name is quite convincing. I wonder if I can go to the bar to change drinks." Angers joked.

"Obviously not, because your name is worthless in the eyes of businessmen." Beowulf said calmly, "Otherwise, why would Frost and the others try to pull you down from the position of leader for the second time?"

"What do you think of Pompeii and Frost?" Angers turned to ask.

"Pompey is a libertine, Frost should appear under Henkel." Beowulf did not hesitate to express his views on the two principals of this generation of the Gattuso family.

"But don't underestimate Pompeii. I always feel that this libertine is hiding something. He is never as simple as he appears."

"Oh?" Ange raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was not the only one who had this opinion.

"Frost is a pure businessman. You can see what he wants at a glance. But Pompeii is different. No one knows what he wants. This kind of person is the most troublesome. He stands in the sun and the world It's crazy to play, but in fact he hides his true side in the shadows, and Frost is just a shield for him to show up."

Beowulf's eyes narrowed.

The reason he knew Pompeii was because Pompeii inherited the position of Gattuso's patriarch. In the decades after that, Pompeii's "inaction" once left a contemptuous impression on outsiders, and he was no exception. But one day Chu Tianjiao suddenly warned him that Pompei was anything but simple.

Angers said thoughtfully: "Do you think Frost is just Pompeii's tool? But Frost obviously doesn't think so."

"Of course he won't think so. He may even feel that he is the backbone of the Gattuso family."

Beowulf remembered someone's evaluation of Frost, a businessman who was somewhat smart but not smart enough, and couldn't help but sneer.

A little smart but not smart enough, that's okay. The bad thing is that he is in a huge family, the second in command of the family, and has a really smart brother above him.

Angers suddenly said: "Pompei must be hiding some secrets, but I don't think he is our enemy. Rather than saying what he is hiding, it is better to say he is trying to escape from something."

"Escape?" Beowulf was slightly startled, "He is the patriarch of the Gattuso family, and the Gattuso family has become the leader of the secret party. What does he need to escape from? Is he afraid of the war with the dragon clan?"

Angers thought of Caesar at this time.

In his eyes, Caesar is a rebellious child who is still fighting against the family. This was clearly reflected in the "Nibelung Plan" last year.

They say the son is like the father, but what was Pompeii like back then? A wife who happily accepts the path arranged by her family?

This is not Pompeii’s style…

"Perhaps he is escaping from his fate." Angers whispered.

"Fate?" Beowulf wanted to sneer, but he suddenly thought of something and fell silent.

Are his descendants not escaping the fate of belonging to the Beowulf family?

"Speaking of which, do you remember Pompeii's father?" Angers suddenly asked.

"Pompeii's father?"

Only then did Beowulf seem to remember that in terms of age, he and Angers were old enough to be Pompeii's grandfathers.

Pompeii's father was naturally the patriarch of the previous generation's Gattuso family.

"Not dead?"

After thinking about it carefully, Beowulf discovered that he really couldn't remember anything about the previous generation of Gattuso family patriarch.

"Dead." Angers wrote lightly. "The funeral was very simple. Considering the size of the Gattuso family, it could even be said to be simple. After the funeral, Pompeii took the position of head of the family."

"Pompey killed his father and usurped the position of head of the family?"

"Do you think this motive is valid?" Angers asked.

Beowulf was dumbfounded. Indeed, in terms of Pompeii's character and style of dealing with things, this motive is indeed untenable.

At least he couldn't be trying to steal the position of head of the family.

"you mean?"

"If Pompeii is really escaping his fate, then this fate must have been brought to him by some people. I heard that there is a council of elders within the Gattuso family, and some of them are even over three hundred years old." Re paused for a moment, shrugged and said, "Well, I just heard it from Pompeii. He mentioned it once when he was talking about beautiful women."

"What kind of beauty would involve the elderly in the family?" Beowulf asked doubtfully.

"That was a beauty from three hundred years ago, but that guy from Pompeii actually said that woman was almost his great-great...grandmother." Angers spread his hands, "What's even more outrageous is that he told me that his The ancestors are still alive.”

"Three hundred years old..." Beowulf's eyes were full of solemnity.

Thanks to dragon blood, they can indeed live longer than ordinary people.

But it is rare for people like him and Ange to still be able to bounce around at the age of 130 or 40. If they rely on modern medicine to support themselves, they can survive until they are 200 years old, but at 300 years old...

"His dragon blood concentration has definitely exceeded the critical blood limit." Beowulf affirmed, "There are also two old people in family history who lived to be over 180 because the dragon blood concentration was high enough. At that time, there were no such people now. Medical technology, and Beowulf’s people are usually scarred in their youth.”

Angers understood what he meant. He could live to be 180 years old without modern medical technology and with old injuries. Now there was a high probability that he could survive to 300 years old.

"I'm afraid there's something really fishy about the Gattuso family." Beowulf's expression turned cold.

Angers didn't answer. He was recalling every detail of his conversation with Pompeii that day. Did that guy really inadvertently reveal the secrets about the Family Presbyterian Council?

Assuming that there is really something fishy about the Gattuso family, what role does Pompeii play in it?

What about Frost? What about Caesar?

"We must take the initiative in the next meeting." Angers said solemnly.

"They can't depose you, but it's hard for you to take the lead because they have begun to be afraid of you and try to bring you down." Beowulf said coldly, "This is the consequences of your choice to establish an academy. The secret party elders who originally supported you have gradually withdrawn because of your choice. Several people on the school board did support you back then, but now they are obviously ready to withdraw their support for you because you are blocking their way. "

"Do you know what's the most ridiculous thing? They actually want to fire you! You are the leader of the Secret Party. What is a leader? Let alone thousands of years ago, even in the Middle Ages, there was absolutely no elder in the Secret Party. Dare you suggest to everyone why we don’t remove the current leaders to gain more benefits? Absolutely not! Angers, you single-handedly created this deformed organization called the School Board and gave them the power to remove you for money. "

Angers said nothing.

When he established the Kassel Academy against all the opposition, it was also the first time in his history that he lost his authority after becoming the leader of the secret party.

He did succeed, but the consequences were obvious. The elders of the secret party who originally supported him all chose to retire in disappointment. Those who remained on the school board became closer to "businessmen" over the decades.

"That's not necessarily the case." Angers said, "At least I have given hope that as long as I am not dead, those old guys will not stand opposite me openly."

"Those guys won't come out to oppose you, but you can't expect them to come out to support you, unless you are willing to visit your home to show that you were wrong." Beowulf said calmly, "But if you admit your mistake, your Your prestige will plummet, and it will be difficult for you to regain your previous position.”

"Where was it back then?" Angers murmured, "Where was it back then?"

Beowulf frowned: "What do you think? Of course he is the leader of the secret party!"

"Leader?" Ange's expression was a little gloomy. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Old friend, you are old and I am old too. The old guy should make way for the young man at the critical moment."

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