Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Caesar, haven't you learned to be mature by now?" Frost sighed, "You have already participated in three wars involving the Dragon King. You even completely left our sight for several months, fighting alone in Japan. But it seems that you still haven’t become a qualified warrior, you still have childishness in you, and you’re still clinging to the past.”

"Fighting alone? No, I have many allies. This is a story that I will remember when I grow old and tell it to my descendants." Caesar turned around and said, "You just said... even? I can Can’t you understand that, except for the time in Japan, I have never been out of your control?”

Frost asked: "Which aspect of control are you referring to? Is it the family that pays for your travel expenses to various places? Or pays for souvenirs in BJ for you? Caesar, don't be naive, the family has given it to you. We have enough freedom and only gave you the minimum requirements. We even let you do whatever you want. Can't you still feel the love of your family for you? Are you still struggling with the so-called 'freedom'?"

"Love?" Caesar whispered, "My dear uncle, in your eyes, what kind of person is Caesar Gattuso?"

Frost slowed down his voice. His attitude towards Caesar has always been this way. Even if he couldn't help getting angry and aggravating his tone, he would calm down after a few words. Caesar was always happy to challenge his bottom line again and again. Look at him. Angry look.

"You are a rare genius in the family for hundreds of years, and your bloodline talents are first-rate. The family hopes to push you to the position of leader, and it happens that you also aspire to be a leader, and you have always worked hard. In our eyes, you It is a material from which to build,”

Frost said sincerely, "In addition, you have inherited your mother's kindness and have never bullied others because of your status as the young master of the Gattuso family. This is very good. This reflects the benevolence of the king."

"In uncle's eyes, I am still a kind person?" Caesar's expression became very strange.

"There's nothing wrong with that. A qualified king can't just use violence, but also have the kindness to pity the people." Frost said softly.

Caesar shook his head. He could tell that the "kindness" in his uncle's eyes was completely different from the kindness he understood.

"Uncle, do you still remember what you said at the end of last year's meeting? Look at the sea, the wind is rising, it's going to rain, and a new era is coming."

Caesar looked into the distance, but this was not the Gulf of Genoa, with no billowing lead-colored dark clouds or the majestic sea under the night sky.

He said calmly: "In the coming new era, where is the Gattuso family preparing to stand?"

"Of course it's the top!" Frost replied without hesitation, "No one wants to be second to others. You should know this very well. You have never been someone who wants to be second to others."

"The top?" Caesar asked only three words, "Why?"

"It's up to you!" Frost said decisively, "You are the family's last and biggest trump card. The family will do its best to train you, and you will become the... emperor of the new era!"

Caesar shook his head and said: "The last time you said this was after I gave up the Nibelungen Plan. Where did your confidence come from, the Nibelungen Plan? Or is there another secret hidden in the family?"

"The family does have its own secrets. This is normal. We will announce it to you when the time is right." Frost said seriously, "Caesar, the family has chosen to join forces with Angers to push you into the secret party. The position of leader.”

"Can't you reveal something now?" Caesar shrugged, "To be honest, I'm quite curious. What on earth gave you such whimsical confidence?"

"Caesar, the family has been waiting for you for hundreds or thousands of years. This is not an empty talk." Frost said in a sincere tone, "You must learn to trust the family. This family will eventually fall into your hands and become your trump card. What reason do you have for not trusting the sword in your hand?"

"Trust?" Caesar was silent for a moment and said softly, "Of course you can. Then tell me first, how did my mother die?"

Frost was stunned, then shook his head in disappointment and said: "Caesar, no matter how many times you ask me, the answer is the same. Your mother's death has nothing to do with the family, why are you still entangled in the past? What on earth are you doing? When can we come out?"

"Then, I will continue to keep the answers from the past." Caesar said lightly, "I do desire to prove myself, desire glory and power, but one day I will achieve all this with my own fame, not as a member of the Gattuso family. Be a family. Whatever I want, I get it myself."

The night wind blew between the two of them. The uncle and nephew looked at each other as they had done countless times in the past. It seemed that neither of them wanted to show weakness in their eyes.

And today's result was no different from before. In the end, Frost withdrew his gaze.

He was silent for a long time, and sighed tiredly: "After tonight, you will be appointed as the temporary leader of the secret party. There will be someone responsible for assisting you, including the vice principal. But you must remember that outsiders cannot be trusted. Passi returns to China. From now on, he will be your secretary."

In the end, Frost turned around and left just like last time, but before turning around, he suddenly asked:

"Caesar, how long will this hatred last? Until we die? If this is a game, then I may never be able to defeat you."

Frost left, and Caesar stood alone in the center of the empty square.

He raised his head, and his eyes were shrouded in shadows under the night. They were no longer pure ice blue, but rather like the undulating sea surface under the rolling night clouds, dark blue and deep.

No one knew what Caesar was thinking at this moment.

"Are you ok?"

Suddenly remembering the voice, the whiskey was handed to him, and Caesar turned to look.

The old man took off his cowboy hat, took out a small bottle of high-strength liquor, shrugged and said:

"What are you thinking about, young man? Are you thinking about how to deliver your inaugural speech tomorrow? Do you need to ask EVA to prepare a speech for you?"

Caesar stared at the wine bottle handed to him for a moment, then took the bottle with a wry smile and took a slow sip. Only when the strong liquor entered his throat did he regain consciousness.

"Is the meeting over?" Caesar asked.

"Almost, the main things have been discussed. The elders will not leave Kassel in a short time. You must be mentally prepared."

"Psychological preparation?" Caesar raised his eyebrows. "Will they find fault with us? Or will they point fingers at me when I make decisions?"

"That's not a problem. Frost may not be a good warrior, but he is a good uncle. He will help you deal with the elders." The vice-principal raised the bottle and touched it with him.

"You don't seem to have a very high opinion of my uncle."

"Maybe it's because your uncle usually behaves too philistine and businessman-like." The vice-principal said casually.

"When you chose me to be the leader, was it because of the power of the Gattuso family?" Caesar asked.

"Half and half." The vice-principal took a sip of wine. "Didn't I confess this to you before? The power of the Gattuso family is indeed important, but your personal hardware facilities are more important. I also said in the conference room It’s not all nonsense, Ange and I are indeed very optimistic about you. Among the three of you, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, you are indeed the most suitable person to be the leader. Chu Zihang is the sharp knife, and Lu Mingfei is the one who can turn the tide for us. His secret weapon, it would be better for him to die than to become a leader, well, that’s what he said himself.”

"Where's Senior Brother Fingel?"

"That guy..." the vice-principal muttered, "It's enough for Kassel to have me and Angers. If there is another vice-principal version of Angers, I'm afraid Kassel won't be able to survive the next hundred years."

Caesar was speechless.

"Young people are under pressure?" the vice-principal swung the wine in the bottle.

"Indeed," Caesar said calmly, "I never expected to directly become the leader of the entire secret party so quickly. I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to control it."

"Be confident, we will assist you, and Haisen will temporarily stay as your legal advisor." The vice-principal said casually, "Look at Angers spending huge sums of money to travel around the country at public expense every year. How happy he is to let go of the shopkeeper. , isn’t Kassel still thriving?”

"My uncle is indeed right about what he said. The wind is going to rise, a new era is coming, and every change of the times is destined to be accompanied by stormy waves." Caesar whispered.

"There is an old saying in China that is true. It is a blessing, not a curse, and you cannot avoid it." The vice-principal said with confidence, "The recent disasters have been shouldered by Angers, don't worry."

Caesar was silent for a while, whether he was accepting the vice principal's comfort or thinking about other things.

He suddenly asked: "I heard about what happened between you and Professor Manstein. From your perspective, what do you think my uncle's last sentence meant?"

The vice principal thought for a while and gave him an answer.

"Probably the party that cares more often loses before the game even starts."

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…

Director Lu held the hand of Director Uesugi and walked out of the Hall of Heroes. He didn't find the boss, but he met Chu Zihang who had taken a step ahead and was waiting outside.

"Senior brother, how did you think of going to Denmark?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"The server exposed in Denmark is the hunter website server controlled by Norns." Chu Zihang said succinctly, "I received a call from her during the previous mission. She asked me to help her men lay cover. By the way, Go to Denmark when you have time."

"Do you still remember the hunter who called himself Jiangliu when we took the train to the British branch?" Chu Zihang remembered something and asked.

"Jiang Liu'er?" Lu Mingfei nodded, "Remember, what's wrong?"

"At that time, he claimed that he had sent all the gems and scabbard to Denmark. I have already obtained the scabbard and sword body, but now I am just missing the gems." Chu Zihang explained.

"I understand, it's really uncomfortable if one piece of the suit is short of triggering the effect of the suit." Lu Mingfei expressed that he understood Chu Zihang's feelings, and asked casually, "Brother, has Norns told you why the scabbard was in the first place?" Buried at the bottom of the lake?”

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "She didn't say anything, what's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and reminded: "When I have the opportunity to ask her about the final outcome of King Arthur back then. If the information the boss got is correct, then King Arthur back then has touched the throne. I am very curious about whose hands he died. ."

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded.

"Senior brother, when are you going to leave?"

"There's no rush at the moment. We just completed four missions and we won't leave the school so soon." Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Come to my dormitory for hot pot tonight! Call the boss too!"

"...I'll ask Xia Mi."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, turned around and whispered in Eryi's ear: "Senior brother, at least he will be a strict wife in the future."

Chu Zihang's face turned slightly dark. He heard it. How could he not hear it from this distance?

Eriki's eyes lit up and she said, "Sakura, shall we have hot pot tonight?"

"Yeah!" Lu Mingfei affirmed, "I asked the kitchen master to help us prepare various dishes for us to eat in hot pot yesterday. Without further ado, let's set off!"

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Frost answered the family's emergency call. When he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, Frost looked solemn:

"How did you find me?"

"Frost, hasn't Pompeii come back yet?" His voice was hoarse on the phone that day, as if there was something stuck in his throat.

"Yes, he is still in China, but I heard from Patsy that he will come back soon."

"Remember to have someone notify me when Pompeii comes back." The hoarse voice paused, "Did the meeting go well today?"

"It went very well. With the help of the vice-principal, Caesar will officially take up the position of interim principal of Kassel tomorrow." Frost showed a rare smile.

"That's good." The old man on the other end of the phone seemed a little pleased. "Although it is very different from our plan, the result is good. How is Angers' condition? Did he attend this meeting?"

"Ange did not attend the meeting. The meeting was chaired by Vice President Flamel." Frost whispered, "I didn't see Angers himself, but judging from the situation, Angers is not in serious trouble."

This time there was silence on the other side of the phone for a while.

"Frost, how is Caesar's situation? Does he still resent the family?"

Frost was silent for a few seconds: "Compared to before, there is a lot less resistance. I believe he will soon understand the family's love for him."

"Well, you need to enlighten more young people." The voice on the phone was gentle and unhurried, "Some things will be delivered to the college in a while, please remember to sign for them."

"What is it?"

"It's just a little surprise. You'll know when the time comes. Remember to be secretive when signing for it."

"Okay." Frost hesitated, "By the way, Caesar has already taken the position of leader. When will the ceremony take place? Caesar needs the strength to prove that he is indeed the best choice."

"The ceremony is already being prepared." The old man said softly, "But don't forget, an important part of the ceremony is the 'wife', but we have lost Chen Motong, and we need a new woman to be Caesar's 'wife' , share his pain."

"I see."

The phone hangs up.

Frost sat silent behind his desk. He didn't know what the old people were talking about, but he knew instinctively that it was definitely something very dangerous.

What do the old people want to do?

Frost put down his phone and thought.