Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The next morning.

Caesar left the church and said goodbye to Lu Mingfei and the others at the door of the church. He was going back to the Gattuso family headquarters to deal with some matters.

According to the news he just received, his stud father went straight to the monastery on the outskirts of Rome last night and killed two senators with a shotgun...

This incident failed to cause any turmoil within the family, because the elders sealed the matter and it seemed to have passed away.

But Caesar knew that the conflict between them and the senators had officially broken out.

The senator urgently needs to see him now, probably to confirm his attitude.

In his opinion, it was naturally impossible for the senators to just give up and the attack on Pompeii was about to begin.

At least the senators would not swallow this tone in front of Caesar, otherwise it would be proof of guilty conscience.

At this point in time, Pompeii lost two senators, and the senators' forgiveness would only be understood as guilty conscience, so the conflict between the two sides was already irreconcilable.

The elders knew this very well, and Daddy Stallion knew it even more clearly, but Daddy Stallion still did it.

Caesar finally determined that there was still feelings between the stallion dad and his uncle.

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"Where are you going to take me?" The man opened the passenger door, stepped out of the car, and looked at the Gulfstream aircraft in front of him.

"Singapore!"

Pompeo had the keys to the convertible hanging between his fingers. He turned the key ring and said, "The Gattuso family has many enemies and many allies, and the most important allies in these years are none other than the Chinese Chen family in Singapore."

"Chen family? Why do you say they are your most important allies?"

"Because my son's fiancée Chen Motong is the daughter of the head of the Chen family." Pompeo sighed, "This matter is a bit complicated. My son thought he had found a wife for himself, but in fact this wife is The family selected him a long time ago, and the elders selected the Chen family’s bloodline a long time ago.”

Mr. Opan frowned, he pondered for a moment and said: "I still remember what you told me about Herzog, the human who tried to usurp the power of the White King. If he was your experiment, you Gattuso also tried to To usurp the power in that egg in this way?"

"According to the old guy's theory, this is the case." Pompeo nodded, "But Herzog's failure seems to have made them hesitate."

"According to Mars, it should be a dead egg, with the Black King's bones and blood still remaining, but the most noble soul has disappeared..." The man was silent for a while, "Let's not discuss this now. Will the plan be successful? If you plan to replicate Herzog's plan, will the role played by Chen Motong be the original Uesugi Eri?"

Pompeo nodded: "Yes, if nothing else happens, it will be him."

The man frowned and said, "Is this Chen Motong a descendant of the Black King? Hell, if I had known that we could usurp the power of the Dragon Clan in this way, I would not have created a descendant of the Black King."

"After overthrowing the throne of Frisis, I got his body, but I know that he must have left eggs in this world that only he can find. When he returns, the Dragon Clan will still raise the war flag, So on the one hand, I wiped out the remaining dragons, and on the other hand, I tried to transform humans and let humans usurp the power of the dragons. I used his bones and blood to create a group of hybrids, the so-called blood descendants of the Black King."

Pompeii clicked his tongue: "After you disappeared, someone issued a killing order against the Black King's descendants. Who do you think this person is?"

The man was silent for a moment, "I can roughly guess the identity of this person, but I can't explain it to you at the moment."

"Okay, tell me something to explain easily."

"First, tell me about the girl named Chen Motong. Is there anything special about her?"

"Um, does it count if I don't have a word spirit?"

"No speech spirit?" The man frowned, "The speech spirit is the embodiment of blood. How can the descendants of the Black King not have the speech spirit? Even if they have multiple speech spirits, it is normal. Are there other aspects?"

"She has a very strong profiling ability. It's not an exaggeration to call her a super profiler."

"What's profiling?"

Mr. Opan was very curious about the endless new words in Pompeii's mouth, and the meanings represented by these words gave him a novel experience.

He spent his whole life trying to overthrow the age of dragons and let humans stand at the top of all spirits and become the masters of the planet. Although this gradually changed later, he gradually realized that pure humans could not completely replace the dragons, only hybrids Only then can it be possible to take the place of the Dragon Clan.

What he saw these days broke his understanding.

The weapon called "science" has allowed mankind to establish a prosperous civilization. They have even broken through the gravity of the planet and explored the vast outer space.

The reason why his ideas changed in the early years was because humans were unable to master the power of the dragons, and without enough power, they could not compete with the dragons.

So he can only create a world of hybrids, and dragon blood is the key to unlocking power.

But now, this weapon called "science" has subverted his ideas.

"The world is good now, and I will do my best to help you protect it."

Mr. Opan said suddenly, while Pompeo was still thinking about how to explain the profiling.

Pompeii was stunned for a moment. To be honest, this person's performance exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that this man should be an ambitious tyrant, but the truth greatly exceeded his expectation.

These days, he has shown a keen interest in human civilization, especially scientific creations.

He said that even the alchemy of dragons cannot create vehicles that can be used by the general public such as modern cars, high-speed trains and airplanes. It can be seen that the science studied by humans has surpassed the dragons in terms of breadth. alchemy.

Flying out of the earth and exploring the distant outer sky is the first of its kind on this planet.

What he is most satisfied with seems to be that humans have become the masters of the world.

"Profiling refers to being able to infer what has happened in the past through clues and details. It is like an experienced painter who is given a washed canvas and can guess based on only the few remaining traces. What was the original drawing? And my daughter-in-law’s ability seems to be even more perverted, it should be called super profiling.”

Pompeo and the stewardess standing in front of the plane's gangway winked and exchanged glances, and then boarded the plane.

"Old Ao, you want some..." Pompeii had just sat down and wanted to ask the man if he wanted some wine, when he saw his extremely ugly expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Profiling, can you trace what happened in the past through clues?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"In the world of the Dragon Clan, this is not called profiling, but called retrospection! It is the embodiment of the essence of the soul, the counterpart of the [Prophet]. There are only two people in history who have mastered retrospection. One of them once ranked as the fifth high priest of the Dragon Clan. The other one is the second-generation Black King you know, Frixis!"

The man said with a cold face, "At his peak, Frixis mastered both retrospection and prophecy. During this period, he was just like a god. He predicted the future of the dragon clan and himself, including his own death. In the end, he died as expected. in his own prophecy, but in the prophecy he will surely come back again."

"Well, it sounds like this should be the ability of the prophet?" Pompeo blinked, "What about backtracking?"

"Backtracking..." The man was silent for a moment and whispered, "Before this, you need to know one thing. The reason why Frisis mastered both prophet and backtracking is because he hopes to use it to trace some lost time. When I realized this, I had ascended to the supreme throne and sat on the same level as him."

"That's when I realized that Frisius had really succeeded, but it had also suffered backlash."

"His injuries back then were not only old injuries from the battle with King White, but also the backlash from failure."

Pompeii asked in a deep voice: "What is he exploring that can cause a supreme being to suffer backlash?"

"Even we, the Supreme, are still just children born in this world in front of it. It is the source of everything." The man said quietly, "It is the Sea of ​​Elements. The power controlled by the Dragon Clan comes from it, Frissy Si tried to explore the whole story of the birth of the Elemental Sea, but ultimately suffered a backlash."

"Sea of ​​Elements?" Pompeo paused, "What truth did he discover?"

"Only he knows this. You can ask after you meet him." The man glanced at Pompeii, "You should be able to understand now how incredible it is that that girl also has mastery of backtracking, right?"

Pompeo shrugged: "Actually, I guessed it. I said before that if he is not within our family, then he must be among our allies and has been watching the Gattuso family. I don't know what he is planning. But he must ensure that he has adequate control of the situation."

The man nodded: "Very good. If you guessed correctly, that person is really Frisius. Are you going to take me directly into the dragon's lair this time and throw yourself into a trap?"

"Your idioms are becoming more and more slippery!"

Pompeii couldn't help but praise, and gestured to the flight attendant, indicating that it was time to take off, and then looked back at the man,

"I have already called him and asked him when to discuss and confirm the marriage contract between my son and his daughter. The guy said that he has no time recently. He needs to travel far away to deal with internal affairs of the family, so you understand what I mean. ?”

The man raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to take advantage of the dragon's absence to explore the depths of the dragon's nest? It's interesting. I'll go with you."

"It's as if you can go anywhere without accompanying me." Pompei chuckled, "We are not going to the Chen family. I know they have a research institute in the North Pole. Let's go there and have a look. I always feel that That’s where I’ll find the answers I’m looking for.”

The man suddenly said: "Do you know where your family's egg is hidden?"

Pompeii narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know. This secret is kept secret by those old guys. I just hope that my son can pry it out from them."

"If possible... we must find it first." The man said softly, "This will give us a certain amount of initiative. I suddenly remembered just now that if the dragon's egg has not completely died, it means that the dragon has not completely given up. Egg, otherwise He can completely turn the egg into a 'stone' at the moment of separation, so that the enemy cannot get anything from it. This is the innate talent of the Dragon Clan."

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Unnamed island.

In the bamboo building, a plainly dressed girl lay on the bedside, curiously poking at her elder brother who had been lying on the bed in a coma for several days.

His face was covered with black dragon scales, and he looked ferocious and majestic, but the girl seemed accustomed to it and was not afraid.

The eldest brother on the bed had been in a coma for several days. According to Sister Freya, he wanted to leave it alone. He could survive it on his own, but if he couldn't survive it, he wouldn't be able to blame them.

Suddenly, the girl straightened up, her black and white eyes bright.

She just saw her elder brother's eyebrows move!

Is it an illusion?

Soon, she heard a hoarse moan squeezed out of her throat, as if the first thing an evil ghost did after finally climbing out of hell was to breathe fresh air.

The girl turned around and ran out of the bamboo building, mumbling loudly in a strange language, which quickly attracted people nearby.

A young woman with long brown hair walked out of the house and waved to the girl. The girl hurried over and the two exchanged words in a low voice. The young woman hurriedly ran towards the depths of the island.

Fingel opened his eyes, and the dazzling light made him feel dizzy.

He slowly sat up, and there was a rustling sound of scales shrinking as he took deep breaths. He looked down at his hands in confusion. Dark dragon scales covered his arms. His hands could no longer be called hands, but dragons. claw.

But as he thought, the jet-black dragon scales covering the surface of his arms instantly shrank under the skin.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strange feeling all over his body, including his face.

These dragon scales did not disappear, but were hidden under his skin, ready to pierce the skin and emerge at any time.

He sat on the bed in silence for a long time, clearing his thoughts.

He could feel that his body structure was different from that of humans. He could no longer be called a human or even a hybrid. He had officially entered the world of dragons.

What happened that day gradually came to mind. He closed his eyes and began to recall everything that happened before he fell into coma, including the conversation between the mad woman and Mr. Horus at the bottom of the sea.

When he recalled everything and sorted out his thoughts, Fingel slowly opened his eyes and took a long breath.

"Are you awake?" The girl in a white dress walked into the house barefoot, looked at him up and down, and muttered, she seemed to have good control.

"When you wake up, pack your things and get out of here. You are not welcome here." Freya said with her hands on her hips.

Fingel raised his head. Logically speaking, given his temperament, he would make a fool of himself now. He praised the little girl for her beauty, kindness, and good figure. He thought it would be okay to take him in for a few more days. He was the most agile man with hands and feet, and he was good at work. It's ok to resist.

But inexplicably, his heart felt heavy and terrifying, as if the world he saw at this moment was also filled with dead gray and white.

"Don't look half-dead. Horus will regret saving you when he sees you like this." Freya wrinkled her little nose and said displeased.

Mr. Horus?

When I thought of that old man, a door suddenly opened in Fingel's lifeless world, and the sunlight poured into the cold room from there.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is the old man?"

"He? Is he sleeping inside your body?" Freya suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, remember to take that girl's body with you when you leave."