Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 239 The Sky and the Wind King Family
A Vanir goddess named Gulveig visited Odin's realm on a mission.

The worship of billions of lives, the glory of the nine worlds, must now be decided.

For the crime of disrespect, the Aesir gods killed Gulveig three times with spears and fire, but she was resurrected each time.

This became the spark that ignited a protracted war between the two races of gods. —Norse Mythology

Inside the Norton Hall, the narration gradually ceased.

The room was deathly silent, with only two faint breaths.

Gullveig, in the etymology of the Nordic languages, is composed of the words for gold (Gull) and strength (veig).

"Caesar..."

A gentle, fleeting whisper, like the wind, landed in the blond youth's ear.

The bewildered and furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and she appeared peaceful, falling asleep in tranquility and then sinking into the long-held dream that followed her.

……

"You're planning to cremate her body?" came the sound of clinking glasses.

"The Gulvig name is finally over. Let everything turn to ashes. Cremation tomorrow." A calm and steady male voice said.

"Is it over? Well, it can certainly be considered over, but Caesar has been lying there for three days now. Is it really alright?" the man chuckled.

"That's how kids are; they can be a bit sentimental, but they'll always grow up."

“I think he is still very attached to his mother. In order to communicate with that woman, he even learned sign language.”

"But he can't change anything; his birth predetermined everything."

"Is this one of the terms of the cooperation? 'He' is quite willing to invest. This is probably the last group loyal to his ethnicity."

"There's no way around it, after all... we're all rebels."

"And 'his' brother..."

……

Milan Cathedral, Italy, night.

"Lord, let the departed rest in peace, and let the eternal light shine upon their souls;

Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supreme voice in Jerusalem;
Lord, hear our prayers, for all will eventually come before you to be judged;
Lord, grant us mercy…

Verdi, Requiem Mass.

The loudspeaker played the mournful chorus on repeat, the voices echoing in the vast space, ethereal like a bird separated from its flock.

A grand and solemn funeral had just ended, and the mourners had dispersed. The ancient Gothic cathedral appeared exceptionally empty, with violet curtains hanging from the dome and bunches of white roses illuminated by candlelight.

The central altar was filled with silver candlesticks, each with six lit white candles, like a shimmering thicket of thorns. In the center of this thicket sat an exquisite hexagonal coffin, its lid made of crystal glass so that mourners could clearly see the face of the deceased.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping amidst the white roses is a woman in a long white dress. She is so beautiful and serene that one might mistake her for taking a nap, and dare not make a sound for fear of disturbing her peaceful and beautiful dream.

There was only one living person left in the entire church.

The boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wore a well-tailored black suit, an exquisite white bow tie, and a crucifix depicting the crucifixion of Jesus on his chest. He had sea-blue eyes and dazzling golden hair.

The boy lay on the lid of the hexagonal coffin, examining the woman inside, and then looked up at the dome tens of meters high.

Through the mosaic stained-glass dome window, he could look all the way into the night sky.

There were no stars that night; black cirrus clouds drifted swiftly across the Milan sky, and crows cawed monotonously from the top of the church.

The world is so quiet.

He thought to himself, it was so quiet it felt like he was the only one left.

But many people were whispering and laughing, crystal glasses clinking together, silver forks tapping on plates. According to church custom, after the funeral and the departure of the mourning guests, the family members would gather for a Mass presided over by the pastor, followed by Holy Communion.

His family believed in God, and everyone was a Catholic. The banquet was in accordance with etiquette, but it was a bit too lively, noisy, and jubilant, more like a grand celebration.

Are we celebrating the death of the woman in this coffin?
he left.

Dark shadows returned like a tide in the darkness, and everything fell silent. The floor was covered with something like crystal feathers, obscuring the color of the carpet.

With each step he took, countless sounds exploded around him.

"That's just how kids are..."

"But did you notice his expression at the funeral...?"

"Don't worry about that, every strange child will grow up..."

"Even if he has unparalleled blood..."

He will understand us...

Those crystal-feather-like things are actually 'fragments of sound'.

This ethereal thing was materialized by the extraordinary power of the shadows; this was the prey they hunted to present to their master, and all the sounds in the world could be their prey.

When feathers are crushed, sound is released; when feathers pile up like dense snowflakes, the sound bursts out like a torrent.

Adults can be so naive sometimes, always thinking that as time goes by, children will become sensible and filial, no longer rebellious or crying, and will become the kind of person they expect them to be.

The boy could hear the celebratory sounds of people celebrating his mother's death, the gentle, cheerful conversations turning into sharp, distorted murmurs that rose and fell.

"On the day of wrath,"
The world will turn to ashes.
David and Sibyl prophesied this.

When the day of judgment arrives,
To measure everything rigorously.

How the world will tremble.

The music progressed to the second section of the Requiem Mass, "The Day of Wrath," and the entire church resounded with a powerful hymn that seemed to possess divine might, fire, and thunder.

The heavy hammer struck the drum like lightning passing through the dark clouds, and the deep male voice and the high-pitched female voice mixed together, like a judgment at the end of the world.

Thousands upon thousands of angels flew in the sky, singing praises of God's power, their white wings covering the heavens and the earth.

This famous piece is not only written to mourn the dead, but also a song of judgment!
The boy sang along, his voice trained to be both high-pitched and deep, each utterance a powerful sound... and the roar of an engine!

A motorcycle, matte black paint, modified silver quad exhaust pipes, and fine red stitching on the edges of the high-speed tires—a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy low-seat special edition!
A completely custom-made Harley-Davidson has a seat height that is only 2/3 of the normal version. Although there are blueprints, producing this thing is like building a completely new motorcycle by hand. Every part requires a new mold, and the brakes and transmission need to be readjusted. The price is unbelievably high.

This was a special birthday gift for him when he was nine years old, because he was too short to ride a standard Harley-Davidson motorcycle at that time.

No matter the cost, it doesn't matter, because the woman can't wait any longer.

He still remembered when the woman split open the wooden crate to reveal the motorcycle, and she touched the top of his head: "Riding it makes you a real man, Caesar, show your mother!"

He understood the woman's intentions better than anyone else. It wasn't about using money to express maternal love, but rather that the woman wouldn't live to see him grow up... From the day he was born, his mother was destined not to live to see him grow up.

But the woman so desperately wanted to see him grow up...

So that day he rode the motorcycle, soaring through the air across the entire garden, landing on the roof of his father's Rolls-Royce, leaving scratch-like tire marks on the shiny paint.

The woman cheered him loudly.

He was happy; he liked it when women were proud of him.

But she still died.

The boy got on the motorcycle and picked up a square metal bucket, a bucket of kerosene.

He started his motorcycle and sped back into the church.

Slowly driving to the central altar, skillfully circling all the candlesticks, we arrived at the hexagonal coffin, poured the entire bucket of kerosene onto the coffin, and the Zippo lighter silently slid off.

He looked down at the woman's face one last time, staring at her expressionlessly.

He gestured in final sign language to the woman in the coffin: "Mom, those who caused you... pain will pay the price for their actions."

……

"boom--"

In the dead of night, someone at Kassel College was awakened from their sleep.

It wasn't just one or two, but a whole group... Even in the Norma server room, more than 40 meters underground, one could almost hear the roars and howls echoing from the whispers of the wind, high-pitched like a raging dragon.

Inside the Norton Building, in the main hall.

Caesar leaped up with the agility of a monkey, his hands instinctively reaching for the Desert Eagle at his waist. He leaned warily against the side of the coffee table, his eyes gleaming with golden light as he stared intently at the boy in front of him.

The last embers remained before them, the flames, carried by the wind, burned through the entire purple curtain, transforming into a raging inferno seven or eight meters high, engulfing the woman's body.

He was used to psychic visions; he would be passively psychic on the anniversary of his mother's death every year. But he had never experienced such a severe psychic vision before.

He knew his bloodline was excellent and stable, and that such a thing should not have happened under normal circumstances.

and so……

Someone's up to no good!
click-

The safety on the Desert Eagle was released, and aiming and locking were completed in an instant.

Thunderous gunfire!

Two eerily crimson bullets shot out, but at the second meter from the muzzle,

It suddenly exploded into a blood-red mist.

It fell in abundance onto the smooth marble floor.

The Norton Hall fell silent once again.

"do not worry."

Lu Mingfei sat motionless on the sofa, relaxed with his legs crossed and his arms resting on the back of the sofa, his upper body completely exposed.

"I'm sorry to get to know you this way, Cesare Gulweger."

Caesar stared at the shattered bullet, his hostility undiminished, but his golden eyes gradually dimmed.

Even he himself didn't notice... for a fleeting moment just now,

He actually broke the Night's Watch's 'commandments'.

"What did you call me?"

Caesar asked in a deep voice, recalling that he had already asked this question once before, but he had fallen into some peculiar state...

“Gulweger, did you hear that? Please sit down, and let’s have an open and honest talk.”

Lu Mingfei's eyes were quite calm, but deep down there was also a hint of surprise.

It's different from dealing with Li Gu.

If you know someone is an enemy, just run them over.

Before truly confirming their stance, they naturally wouldn't be too harsh on reasons like "the Gattuso family's inherently evil brats," especially given Caesar's numerous past "good deeds."

The 'dream' I just had confirms this.

But even so,
It was still quite unexpected.

In the final stage of the 'Senro's' convergence, Caesar surprisingly regained consciousness ahead of time.
How did he do that?
Could it be that this next-generation species, with a combat power of 100, actually possesses some real skills? Perhaps it's related to 'primordial spiritual power,' or perhaps... it's related to the [world]?
"What to talk about?"

Caesar's face was icy. "I originally thought we could be friends."

He has never been afraid of the title of 'school board member', nor does he intend to apologize. He chose to go to the appointment earlier simply because he found Lu Mingfei more pleasing to the eye in person... He sensed at the time that the young school board member's true nature was not as 'upright' as he spoke in a high-sounding manner, and he could smell the restless atmosphere in his bones.

Caesar certainly wouldn't mind chatting with someone like that.

It was worth waiting even if it took a whole night, but I never expected that what I got was a trap!

“Talk about what you like,” Lu Mingfei said.

"What do I like, Nono?"

Caesar's eyes were alert, ready to act at any moment... or retreat.

There is nothing shameful about evacuating, and nothing wrong with admitting defeat. In his eyes, Lu Mingfei has been labeled as extremely dangerous. His mother once taught him that "a wise man knows when to yield, but he will have to pay double for it later."

He lacked confidence in close combat, as his ministers served as a cautionary tale. As for long-range attacks, he simply couldn't comprehend the principle behind the bullets exploding out of thin air.

"No, we'll talk about her later. Let's talk about your family first."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"If you were presented with an opportunity to destroy your family, what would you choose?"

Caesar's tense muscles relaxed slightly as he gazed at Lu Mingfei and asked:
"Do you mean you want me to become your mole and provide intelligence so that 'you' can destroy the Gattuso family?" He emphasized the word.

"almost."

Lu Mingfei made no attempt to conceal his straightforward intentions.

"Destruction?" Caesar emphasized again.

“Yes, destruction.” Lu Mingfei nodded.

Caesar's brow furrowed even more, as he tried to confirm whether he was still dreaming:
"The board of directors of Kassel College is equivalent to the old Presbyterian Church. To my knowledge, there has never been a precedent in history for members of the Presbyterian Church to fight each other to the point of destruction."

"It will be ready soon," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"...It seems your appearance doesn't match your ambition at all."

Caesar took a deep breath and said coldly, "Although my attitude towards Gattuso is well known, it doesn't mean I will bring in an external enemy to destroy them."

"If this is the purpose of your invitation, my answer is 'no'."

"My destiny can only be in my own hands."

Caesar's familiarity with Norton Hall was extraordinary. After saying this, he planned to slip away through the nearest window... and then report what had happened that night to the principal. It was clear that the school board member's behavior had overstepped the mark.

"You still haven't asked me what my 'reason' was for destroying Gattuso," Lu Mingfei suddenly said.
Caesar said, "I am not interested in your ambitions."

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow: "Then what about your mother's grudge?"

Caesar's face instantly darkened: "...I will inherit that position and make those people pay the price. I will do it myself! You don't need to worry about that!"

“No, you can’t do it,” Lu Mingfei said, shaking his head.

Caesar, expressionless, reached for the half-meter-long black hunting knife at his waist.

Lu Mingfei said seriously, "I'm not joking, Caesar. If you ever sit in that position, you'll forget about revenge."

"Are you questioning my resolve?" Caesar said in a deep voice.

"It has nothing to do with determination, but rather it's a problem with your Gattuso family."

"what is the problem."

"You are the kings of the sky and the wind."

……

A few minutes earlier, when Caesar entered.

[Current deep intelligence extraction privileges: 15 times.]

The following information can be extracted:

[1: A large alchemical matrix called 'Mimir's Forest' exists underground, with its core as follows ****]

[2: The 'Immortal' is one of the core products of the 'Humanoid Alchemical Weapon' project. Its production method is as follows ****]

[3: The Philosopher's Stone, as a materialization of spiritual elements, is incompatible with the four basic elements and has the following functions ****]

[4: The Fragment of the Ice Sea is a fragment of the engraving on the Ice Sea Copper Pillar. The complete copper pillar records major events from **** to ****.]

[5: The Blood of the Holy Infant is a product made to imitate the Philosopher's Stone, and it can produce 'secondary contamination'. The recipe is as follows ****]

[6: Caesar Gattuso/Gullveig is an excellent vehicle for the 'Gospel Project,' which was formulated by **** and implemented by **** organization.]

[7: The ultimate goal of the 'Gospel Project' is ****]

[8: Caesar Gattuso/Gullveig is the sole embodiment of the 'Child of God Project,' which was formulated by **** and executed by ****.] [9: The ultimate goal of the 'Child of God Project' is ****.]

[10: Caesar Gattuso/Gullveig is the core container for the 'Odin Completion Project,' a project devised by **** and executed by ****.]

[11: The ultimate goal of 'Odin's Completion Plan' is ****]

After eliminating several known pieces of information, Lu Mingfei made a final confirmation.

【confirm】

[Remaining uses of in-depth intelligence extraction privileges: 9]

……

Inside the Norton Museum.

"The Gattuso family, the kings of the sky and the wind? Do you know what you're saying?"

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's absurd words, Caesar felt utterly bewildered.

"Don't you understand? But that's the truth. Your family elders all believe themselves to be the King of the Sky and the Wind, and you are a crucial link in their inheritance of divine authority..."

"I don't understand a damn thing!"

A surge of rage suddenly welled up in Caesar's icy blue eyes, and he swore, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"calm down."

Lu Mingfei advised, knowing that these words would undoubtedly have a huge impact on Caesar.

It even completely overturned the blond youth's worldview over the past 21 years.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei hadn't expected this intelligence either.

But the truth is often like this: cruel and barbaric, it comes suddenly and is enough to destroy anyone's confidence that they thought they were prepared.

But the next moment,
boom!boom!
A series of dull, brutal gunshots rang out, and the pair of silver Desert Eagles roared in anger.

In the Norton Hall, red mist flowers bloom once again.

This time, Caesar saw things clearly.

Silent and invisible ripples once again precisely swept over each scarlet bullet. Two magazines full of Frigga bullets, including the previous two bullets, a total of 14 bullets, exploded into dust and turned into steam.

The outcome remained unchanged; the dual pistols proved ineffective, and Caesar fiercely drew the hunting knife from beside his leg.

Dick pushes more!

Step forward and strike!
Without encountering its twin, the internal matrix of this [King Slayer Blade] could not resonate, and the powerful lightning vortex could not be activated. It only carried the power of the wielder and the most basic sharpness and sturdiness of an alchemical sword.

The blade's edge fell an inch before being firmly blocked.

It was a hand.

Immediately following was a bizarre, distorting force that surged along the hunting knife, causing numbness to run through the tiger's mouth of both hands, and the large hunting knife slipped from their grasp.

With his absolute advantage in strength and speed, Caesar actually managed to catch a blade barehanded—an unprecedented feat.

Caesar was both surprised and furious.

But then the other person immediately handed the hilt back to the other person, still holding the blade.

“Don’t be too nervous. Strictly speaking, I don’t have much primal hostility towards the Dragon Kings. I will help keep your affairs confidential,” Lu Mingfei said in a low voice. “Besides, you are also a dragon.”

"……asshole!"

Caesar didn't parry at all. Catching a knife in close combat is a major taboo, meaning that his next move would be at least two-thirds slower. The skills of Brazilian martial arts exploded on his burly and powerful body.

Lu Mingfei casually accepted the challenge and spoke again.

"Your bloodline originates from your mother, and is suspected to be from the entire Gulvig family. They created your 'second-generation' bloodline. If I'm not mistaken, this lineage may come from the King of the Ocean and Water."

The name Gulveig comes from the Vanir goddess, who possesses powerful magic and can be resurrected three times after being killed. Regeneration corresponds to water, one of the four elements.

I don't know how they did it.

However, it is reasonable to infer that Caesar's mother, Gulveig, was of Aquaman descent.

It may not be human.

"what are you talking about?"

Caesar changed tactics again, using the Sismat fighting style, a secret fighting style of the KGB, the former Soviet intelligence agency.

But the next second, a huge footprint appeared on the chest of his impeccably tailored suit.

He was sent flying through the air and crashed into the Norton Mansion's magnificent and expensive closet.

"Ugh—I'm going to vomit."

Caesar coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling a churning sensation in his internal organs.

That kick finally calmed him down. It felt like being hit in the chest by a giant siege log. His sternum and ribs made a cracking sound, and the impact made his heart stop for a moment.

And the other party definitely held back.

Based on his experience, he judged that the kick hadn't been fully unleashed; it might have been able to kill him outright. And from the force transmitted through the ball of his foot, he sensed a contradiction…

It is an emotional contradiction.

The other party seemed genuinely willing to kick him to death, and even anticipated his demise, believing it would 'simplify' and 'ease' the situation...

But then he restrained himself, out of some kind of caution...

What should we be cautious about?
Are you worried that your death will have some unknown consequences?
And... what do you not want to get involved with?
Caesar subtly raised his head. If he remembered correctly, there was a window on top of the closet. This was his chance.

Lu Mingfei also noticed the window at the top of the closet, but made no move. He slowly said, "I only asked you to cooperate for convenience."

"Speaking of which, you and your girlfriend are quite a couple. Are you willing to be a vessel? At least your girlfriend isn't. And if you continue to insist on those ridiculous things, it's probably over."

"..."

To be honest, Caesar instinctively wanted to cover his ears. Every word Lu Mingfei said was impacting his mind and reason. He seemed to understand the look in Chu Zihang's eyes that afternoon.

But he was proud; only cowards would run away from problems and refuse to admit their failures.

"What... container?"

"Hmm, very good, it's good to be calm and composed." Lu Mingfei nodded. "Have you ever heard of power and authority?"

Caesar spat out a mouthful of blood, his icy blue eyes flashing with a fierce light: "This is the logic of the dragons! In that civilization of iron and blood, only power and strength are eternal, leaving no room for kinship and love. In the world of dragons, the value of an individual's existence is the power it possesses!"

"Yes, but I agree with that view. Power and authority are eternal laws. Without power and authority, nothing can be accomplished," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"What does this have to do with the container?"

"Power and strength are separate. According to the Fragments of the Ice Sea, the monarch on the throne controls both power and strength."

Lu Mingfei began, “Power and authority are two completely different realms, and they can be separated. I’m not sure yet whether the true meaning of these two words is the same as their literal interpretation…”

“But I can tell you that you and Chen Motong are special. Someone wants to use the two of you as a medium to steal the Black King’s power and influence.”

"Black King...?"

Caesar's expression suddenly twisted, and he almost lost control again.

Hearing the young school board member in front of him recount a series of things that could only be described as fantastical... he swore that one of them was definitely insane!

Even the four kings of the dragon race are legendary figures, so where did the Black King come from?

A significant portion of the hybrid race even believes that the Black King is just a legend and does not exist at all!
Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself.
The facts are already laid bare, and since there's no way to resist them, we can only treat it as a dream.

Caesar's facial muscles stiffened: "Continue."

“Yes, as I just told you, Chen Motong, or Nuonuo, your girlfriend was considered a vessel, the target being the Black King’s soul. Someone orchestrated this astonishing conspiracy. Try to recall it in your mind,” Lu Mingfei said.

Caesar was suddenly taken aback, recalling the keyword "Nono," and realized that he seemed to have an extra piece of information.

It was etched into his mind without him even realizing it.

Caesar's expression changed completely; who was this person before him...?

“But she’s not the key issue; your problem is much bigger,” Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Isn't that the key point?" Caesar was almost numb.

"Yes, you have a bit too many identities. Not only does one side see you as a vessel to hold the Black King's authority, but another side sees you as the hope for the revival of the ancestors."

"Ancestors resurrected?"

Caesar shuddered.

"Yes, this group is the Gattuso family. Your family elders believe that the entire Gattuso family is a product of the split consciousness of Odin, the King of the Sky and Wind, and that you are the hope they have been waiting for for a long time. The great ancestor can be revived in you, and at that time everyone will become a god with you."

"..."

Caesar stood there numb for several minutes before finally saying slowly, "I don't understand."

Isn't Odin the chief god of the Aesir in Norse mythology?

The King of Gods, the mortal enemy of the black dragon Nidhogg... how did he become the King of the Sky and Wind, and an ancestor of Gattuso at that? And is he about to be resurrected in him?
At this point, Caesar had completely given up resisting this intelligence that was strengthening his mind.

Even the most audacious dreamer would find it difficult to conceive such a bizarre and indescribable story...

Unless, of course, that is indeed the case.

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment and said, "I also need to sort things out for now, but... have you met your family's elders? I mean those people from the Qunqing Palace."

"I've seen him," Caesar said, head bowed.

“Hmm.” Lu Mingfei nodded, then said with a strange expression, “The first party is that organization, and the second party is your family. There are many connections between the two.”

"And then there are third parties."

"Tell me, who is it?" Caesar's face was ashen.

"The third party is... the King of the Sky and the Wind."

"Ok?"

Caesar was startled again, his icy blue eyes gleaming.

He instantly realized the flaws in this absurd story.

"Didn't you say that the King of the Sky and the Wind is a collection of the Gattuso family? It's split up, and it hasn't been revived yet, so it can only be revived in me?" Caesar's voice was urgent.

He forced himself to follow the concept of the 'splitting' of the sky and the King of Wind, treating it merely as an 'attribute' in the game.

"Don't worry."

Lu Mingfei gestured for Caesar to calm down, "Based on my judgment... this third party, and what he's planning, has the highest degree of feasibility. Uh, how should I put it..."

He was organizing his thoughts.

Caesar waited in silence, but his eyes were noticeably brighter than before.

He desperately needed to find a loophole to completely dismantle this outrageous story from the inside out!

It wasn't just to mock the illusion 'fabricated' by this powerful but crazy young school board member... it was also to regain some of my own confidence!

There is something.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingfei used a pronoun.

[Power: The World]

"Ah."

Caesar nodded, looking at Lu Mingfei and waiting for what would happen next.

"This thing should be good, but it also has a big problem... I don't know what the problem is yet."

Lu Mingfei considered carefully and said:

"In short, the King of the Sky and the Wind obtained this 'thing' through some means."

"But because of that 'problem,' he was unable to hold onto it."

"He was unwilling to give up either."

"So, it was stored inside your body."

"But not much, just a little bit."

"..."

Caesar glanced down at himself, but unfortunately, his view was immediately blocked by his pectoral muscles.

"What is that...?"

“There’s something that might also be related to the Black King.”

Lu Mingfei insisted on referring to him, adding, "Specifically, I don't quite understand it at the moment, nor do I know how he did it."

Caesar suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Then he remembered something: in the Gattuso family, there were descendants whose bloodline was far purer than Caesar's. The various high-risk incantations they displayed were recorded, but they were not regarded as heirs and cultivated. Instead, they were quietly removed from the family tree and secretly sent overseas like the heretics.

Those elders waited for decades, only to be disappointed again and again, until the family elders took the silent baby from the nurse's blood-stained hands. The baby did not make a sound, but from the moment it left the womb, it opened its icy blue eyes to observe the world.

"His name will be Caesar, the name of a great monarch in Italian history."

The elders cherished the baby, stroking him and saying, "He is the person we have been waiting for for thousands of years."

Caesar Gattuso possesses a bloodline that is one in a thousand, one in ten thousand, one in a hundred thousand.

Even though Caesar himself still doesn't understand what makes him special besides his talent and ability to lead, it is well known that leadership skills can be cultivated from a young age.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to have answered one of his doubts.

Caesar seemed to have figured something out:
"So, if I possess this 'thing,' there's no 'problem'?"

"I can only say that there are no problems for the time being, but there may not be any problems in the future." Lu Mingfei shrugged.

This is the truth.

After all, his understanding of everything about 'authority' is currently extremely limited.

Not to mention the "World," an authority whose existence even the Dragon Kings have forgotten, which is suspected to be the Black King's ultimate authority.

"But... why is he the King of the Sky and the Wind?"

Caesar couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, why? Is it the King of the Sky and the Wind?"

Lu Mingfei repeated, his expression equally strange.

The Dragon King's problems are too great. We have glimpsed some clues from Caesar and the Gattuso family, but they are not real and there are even contradictions among them.

Especially the [Power: World], which was clearly arranged by Odin himself after much effort in the 'Children of God' project.

It was as if they wanted to avoid it at all costs.

Caesar...it seems that more than one side views him as a 'container'.

A container with more than one purpose...

“However, there is another way to answer this question,” Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Caesar asked instinctively.

“I hope you can invite your father out, the one who ‘created’ you.”

Lu Mingfei licked his lips. "I want to see him."

"Pompeii Gattuso".

(End of this chapter)