Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Frost's expression darkened.

The woman sarcastically said: "You should have received the order from your elders, then you should know that it was us who destroyed the glory of the Lion Heart Society, and that gave you time to breathe and rise. And it was also the support and help of adults, That’s why you are freed from the control of the Presbyterian Church. Don’t think that because the Lord has chosen a successor among you, you are qualified to speak to me like this.”

Frost said coldly: "Even without you, the Gattuso family could still rise."

The woman was not angry but smiled and said: "What a stubborn statement, just like a child who has not grown up and talks back to an adult. Frost, your life is simply a joke and has no value at all."

The look she looked at Frost changed from sarcasm to pity.

"Now that the time has come, it doesn't matter to tell you. The family you have devoted your life to serving has chosen you as a victim. You will be your nephew's second sacrifice. Are you sad? Angry? The one you are loyal to The elders don't care about your loyalty at all, they care about your value! When your value reaches the point where it can be sacrificed, your loyalty will be worthless."

She used a tone of extreme ridicule and gloating, hoping to see Frost's expression of incredible shock and grief.

However, she was greeted only by still indifferent eyes.

Frost raised his hand and slowly straightened his collar, straightened his tie, and said coldly:

"My loyalty is not to the senator, but to the family, the Gattuso family."

"I taught my nephew once, and I don't mind teaching you again today."

"A family is a group united by blood, and is composed of everyone who has the blood of the Gattuso family. All of us together are the Gattuso family. If we are scattered, the family will disappear. The family loves him Every member of the group also expects every member to repay it with equal love."

"My family has given me status and honor, and I should also give the family a higher honor."

"I don't mind becoming Caesar's second sacrifice, and my life is not a joke, because I died for Caesar, and Caesar will eventually lead the family to a new era."

"You are mocking me for being betrayed by the elders, but the elders are just a part of the family."

"All that is degenerate and decadent, all that should be abandoned in the old era, will wither in the fireworks that welcome the new era on the day Caesar steps onto the throne."

"And the new Gattuso family will also be reborn from the ashes."

Frost raised his head high, his suit was straight, and his figure, which was clearly half a head shorter than the woman, was reflected on the glass window, but it made the woman hiding in the black robe subconsciously take a step back.

This old man, who is always as aggressive as a bullfight and as willing to spend money as a businessman, is proudly looking down at the woman reflected in the window at this moment.

What really makes women eclipse him is some of the consciousness he shows.

In their view, humans are a greedy race that is good at civil war. They will easily betray their own race for a little profit. How can they think highly of such creatures?

The same goes for the Gattuso family. The despicable faces of those so-called elders made her sick. How could such a despicable ethnic group be qualified to become the mother clan of the new generation?

But at this moment, Frost showed certain consciousness and characteristics that subverted her inherent concepts.

"Have you guessed it in advance?" The woman in black robe stared at Frost's eyes in the floor-to-ceiling window, as if trying to find a trace of fear in them.

"The family wants to eradicate Angers, but is unwilling to become the object of suspicion in this incident, so it can only kill people and sacrifice an important figure. This will naturally eliminate the secret party's suspicion of the family. Not only will the secret party not doubt Gattuso The family, on the other hand, has to make up for it." Frost said indifferently, "In addition, the last time I met the elders, I knew that they couldn't wait. The 'Caesar's Star' arrived earlier than predicted, and they could no longer wait slowly. Caesar has grown up, his edges have been smoothed by time, and he has returned to the embrace of his family. They need Caesar to return to his heart as soon as possible. How can they make Caesar return to the embrace of his family as soon as possible? Naturally, it is to let him know that his family really loves him. What else is there? How can it better highlight the family's love and tolerance for him than an old guy who kept saying he loved him in the past actually dying for him?"

Frost said softly: "I can completely guess what those old guys did, because I have thought about it too. Sometimes I look at that stubborn face and really want to slap it, but it's useless. , those ice blue eyes will still look at you like a despicable clown. At that time, I will wonder if I really have to wait until the day I die for him before this child will be born. Maybe I am really of loving his thoughts.”

"Then are you willing to die like this?" the woman whispered, "Death is a terrible and lonely thing. After you die, you will have no contact with this world at all. How can you guarantee that your nephew will not be killed by those despicable people?" The old guys cajoled in applause."

"Say this, it means you don't understand Caesar at all."

There was a sarcastic look on Frost's face,

"Caesar Gattuso, my dear nephew, who is as proud as a lion in the eyes of many people, is actually a child with a sensitive heart. He doesn't even want to believe that even my closest uncle, those who are locked in the medical cabin, Why do the old guys gain his trust? With hundreds of years of romantic history? These things can only be blown in front of Pompeii."

The woman in black robe was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You have known about the filth and despicability of those senators for a long time, and you also expected that the day when Caesar rises will also be the day when the family's malaise is swept away, right?"

Frost didn't answer.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked toward the library from a distance.

At this point in time, Caesar had just come out of the equipment department. With his current ability, it was easy to detect anything strange.

He has read Caesar's comprehensive inspection report countless times, and the joy in his heart still flows and has not dissipated.

Today's Caesar is only one step away from being a pure-blood dragon. His physical fitness is not at all inferior to the royal blood of the Sheqi family, and a deep foundation has been laid.

And tonight is his first battle after his transformation.

These dragon clan deadliest will all become his prey to measure himself in the first battle.

This is not his end. The Nibelung Plan is actually a preliminary experiment. They need to confirm that Caesar can really withstand the erosion of dragon blood and complete his transformation.

Caesar is not Herzog, and the object they want to usurp is not the incomplete White King.

Everything is moving towards the good side step by step.

It’s just that I may not be able to wait for that day to come.

"Frost... you know how despicable the senators are, and you also know that Caesar will eventually bring new life to the family, and there is no place for despicable people in the new family, but you are still dealing with the senators and Caesar these years, Constantly reiterate to the former that Caesar will eventually realize that the love of the family will return to the embrace of the family, you..."

The woman in black robe paused here. Having said this, there was no need to say anything more.

All are obvious facts.

If the senators understood the true nature of Caesar, they would inevitably choose to intervene in Caesar's growth even if they had no other choice.

They are despicable and will use many despicable means to achieve their goals.

But someone stopped all this. He dealt with the nephew and the senator, fighting for a free sky for the former.

But today, he is still the same as before, willing to use his own life to buy some time for Caesar.

Just as he once said to Patsy, every hero needs his elders to clear obstacles for him before he can grow up.

The way she looked at Frost completely changed. This human being was completely different from those senators. He had his own persistence and belief, and he had performed it consistently for more than ten years, assuming the role of buffer between Caesar and the family.

Perhaps Frost Gattuso had anticipated this day coming many years ago today.

He had wondered more than once whether he really had to wait until the day he died before his dear nephew could understand his mountain-like love.

He will sacrifice today, not just to remove the Gattuso family from the secret party's list of suspicions, but not just to let Caesar Gattuso understand the family's love for him.

Everything is a lie.

Only that heavy love is so real and so heavy.

The woman slowly took off her black robe, revealing her bare arms covered with ancient totem tattoos, like a lush vine growing around her slender arms.

She asked softly:

"Frost, according to our agreement with the Gattuso family elders, I will kill you tonight."

"Out of some respect, let me ask you one last question."

"Is the world you are looking forward to just the day when Caesar rules the world and the Gattuso family reaches the top of the world?"

"Respect?" Frost said lightly, "Do dragons also have respect for a hybrid?"

"The bloodline is determined by birth, and the lowliness of mixed-races is destined by birth, but the height of the soul determines the position of the soul. Your will and consciousness are recognized by me. It is a pity that we are not from the same faction."

The woman said slowly, with a look of regret in her golden eyes.

Frost was silent for a few moments and then said, "That's what you asked Meineke back then, right?"

He had read the relevant records of the Summer Mourning Incident, and Angers reported these things to the Secret Party after he survived a hundred years ago.

"Yes, we cannot tolerate the rise of Meineke and the Lionheart Society, but his personal style and fighting consciousness have won our respect." The woman said softly.

"Was it also you that night?"

"That was my sister. She died that night."

"I can understand that you put me and Meineke on the same footing, right?"

"...Okay." The woman said softly, "But only for you at this moment."

Frost smiled nonchalantly and said: "This moment is enough. To be as famous as the legendary dragon-slaying warrior of the secret party is a surprise before death. Human life is long and short, and there is no need to live a glorious life, as long as One moment is enough.”

He slowly raised his head, looked at the clear night sky tonight, and began to think about women.

What is the world he expects to be like?

He is not a great leader like Meneke Cassel who wants to set his heart and destiny for the world. He does not care about how other people in the world are living or whether they can have dreams and live with dignity. All he cares about is his family and Caesar. .

"Probably... it's my Caesar who can still face anyone's world with pride, no matter who is standing opposite him."

he muttered.

The woman nodded silently.

The war not far away at this moment had also come to an end. She could sense that several guys who were as powerful as purebloods were rushing towards the library from all directions, and there was not much time left.

She reached up and broke Frost's neck.

Frost Gattuso, a member of the secret party and acting parent of Gattuso, ended with such a ridiculous ending.

He lived for his family and died for Caesar.

Or maybe...

His whole life was born for Caesar.

The woman looked at his figure still standing there after his death, remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.

"The scene was arranged according to the plan. Frost Gattuso accidentally discovered that we were trying to harm Caesar Gattuso, and he died fighting in this surveillance area."

She whispered the final script.

Someone walked up to the woman in the darkness and whispered: "Sir, do we need to check what Frost left behind?"

The woman was silent for a moment, and she immediately understood what her subordinate meant.

"No need." She said calmly, "Even if Frost does leave something behind, it must be aimed at the senior members of the Gattuso family. Just let them eat dog. Why should we intervene?"

The men also wearing black robes nodded and silently began to cooperate with others to clean up the scene.

The woman put on her black robe again and turned around at the end to look.

This man named Frost is indeed not a clown, and his life is not ridiculous, because he devoted everything to the child named Caesar Gattuso, and the latter will certainly live up to his high expectations.

At this moment, she couldn't help but wonder, would that little guy named Caesar Gattuso become the second Hilbert Jean Angers?

But she soon felt relieved.

Because there is no second century.

And their Majesty has also woken up.

Caesar Gattuso?

I'm really looking forward to your choice after discovering the truth of all this, whether you are a hero or a king, or you are still the child with a sensitive heart who has not grown up yet, so that someone's sacrifice tonight will be in vain.

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Go back in time a little bit.

Ange turned sideways, avoiding the direct slash, and raised his hand in an instant. The folding knife slashed the opponent's neck, and the poison smeared on the folding knife took effect in an instant.

And this was just the beginning of the battle. He snatched the Zhanma Dao from the opponent's hand with his backhand, and shattered the marble floor with his step. His eyes were cold and sharp, and the Zanma Dao neatly chopped off the head of another Deadpool.

For a moment, the tragic color of blood filled the sky, so vivid and eye-catching on this night. Angers retreated instead of advancing, trying to get closer to the figure standing behind the group of dead waiters.

"Ange, it seems you hate me very much." The old man standing at the back sighed, "I haven't seen you for a long time. It's not good for an old friend to be so eager to kill me. I just want to live. Is there anything wrong with wanting to live?" ?"

I'm home. Are you guys going home for the Spring Festival?