A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 405 The Council of Elders Gattuso
After the meeting, Chen Motong created a spiritual wall and set up a bestowal ceremony on the spot. He quickly obtained the Wind Orb Emblem and couldn't help but play with it.

The coat of arms is cast entirely in bronze, with irregular curved edges and a pattern of flowing clouds in the center, along with mysterious incantations whose characters are so small that they are almost impossible to discern with the naked eye and can only be felt by the fingertips.

Following Mr. Fool's teachings, Chen Motong infused the emblem with spiritual energy and soon sensed that the surroundings were influenced by the spirit world. A small, potato-sized, bluish-green, furry creature flew out and landed on her shoulder.

The problem is that the root of this potato, or rather, its hair, is overdeveloped. The octopus tentacles covered in suckers point straight up, which Chen Motong finds somewhat hard to appreciate.

Fortunately, this thing only has one octopus tentacle. If it had more, Chen Motong probably wouldn't have let the little guy sit on his shoulder.

"Hello...?" Chen Motong tried to greet the spirit creature.

The tentacles on top of the typhoon ball bent in response to Chen Motong's greeting, which reassured Chen Motong. After all, how could there be any surprises with the rewards given by Mr. Fool?
Furthermore, Chen Motong is about to advance to Sequence 3, while the Wind Ball Group is at most Sequence 6. How could they allow anything to happen to Chen Motong?

Following the method taught by Mr. Fool to make a contract with beings of the spirit world, the moment Chen Motong reached a contract with the Wind Ball, she immediately felt a gentle breeze swirling around her.

Let's give it a try. Although Chen Motong often roams freely in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, flying through one dream after another, the flight in dreams never has the same sense of reality as flying in real life.

Gently pushing open the window, Chen Motong was lifted into the air by the airflow and arrived in the sky above the manor.

Yes, the manor. Chen Motong is currently located at the Gattuso Manor in Italy.

The estate is situated on the outskirts of Florence, the birthplace of the Renaissance and an ancient city of art. What first catches the eye is not the building itself, but the boundless, meticulously manicured Italian terraced garden.

The snow-white marble statues stand in a staggered arrangement among the verdant cypress trees and purple lavender fields. Strangely, these statues are not the muses that flourished during the Renaissance, but rather busts of various senators or heroes from ancient Rome.

Chen Motong flew through the air with a sense of wonder. The lightness that was so familiar in his dream became so real and powerful in reality.

She could even clearly feel the air resistance sliding across her arms and body like silk, a rare experience in dreams, because air resistance doesn't exist in the dreams of far too many people.

She subconsciously adjusted the angle of her shoulders, and her body, like a fish entering water, drew an elegant arc in the air. Under the cover of psychology, Chen Motong was not worried about being seen by Gattuso's clansmen and servants.

Chen Motong spiraled upwards around the main building of the manor, flying higher and higher. The domed windows, the red roof, and the ancient corridors were all in sight. The wind ball stuck obediently to his shoulder, and Chen Motong didn't need to worry about the little thing.

Flying to a height high enough to overlook the entire manor, Chen Motong spotted his fellow believer, Pompeii.

Clear spring water cascades down ancient stone channels, its murmur echoing, eventually flowing into a large rectangular swimming pool in the center of the garden. Beside the pool stand Pompeii, dressed only in swimming trunks, and Frost, in a formal suit.

Chen Motong landed curiously, silently guided by the wind.

“Pompeii! Do you know what you’re doing?” Frost shouted, trying to stop the patriarch’s atrocity.

Pompeii clicked his tongue and picked at his ear, as if in silent protest against Frost's loud voice: "At your age, you still have such a strong voice, Frost, you've taken good care of yourself."

"You!" Frost's face turned visibly red. He was Pompeii's younger brother, and they were about the same age. Pompeii, on the other hand, was still as dashing as a nobleman, with his hair still golden, but Frost's head was already covered in frost.

These streaks of white hair are proof of Frost's tireless dedication to the family. In contrast, Pompeii spends all his time traveling the world or dating women, doing absolutely nothing of substance. And now that he's back, he wants to wake up the elders?
That's right, the argument between Pompeii and Frost was about Pompeii wanting to awaken the Elders, while Frost disagreed.

The council of elders is the true ruler of the Gattuso family.

The elders are the most outstanding and wisest members of the Gattuso tribe in each generation.

Generation after generation, these elders who survived, the oldest of whom is said to have lived for over three hundred years, are regarded as sages by all the Gatuso people, who believe that the elders will eventually lead the family to the pinnacle of the world.

Hybrids cannot live that long. Elder Gattuso's longevity is the result of various alchemical secrets, feeding with various precious dragon blood materials, and modern technology.

This even involves the methods of the Holy Palace Medical Association, so Chen Motong had long been eyeing the Gatuso Elder Council. This time, the return of Pompeii and the sudden need to awaken the elders were all in cooperation with Chen Motong.

These elders, barely clinging to life, usually lie in hibernation in cryogenic coffins. However, before going into hibernation, the council of elders usually formulates a twenty-year family plan.

Even the head of the Pompeii family cannot alter the Elders' twenty-year plan. The entire Gattuso family must act rigidly according to the Elders' plan.

At each critical juncture of the plan, one of the elders would be awakened from hibernation to ensure that the plan remained unchanged before going back to sleep.

Apart from this, the elders are only allowed to be awakened in times of great crisis concerning the life and death of the family; at all other times, the elders are not allowed to be awakened.

However, Pompeii had just returned from Tokyo and wanted to awaken the elders; how could Frost agree to that? How could he not be furious?
"In short, I absolutely refuse to awaken the elders, Pompeii, you will regret this!" "Frost, I am the head of the family!"

Frost was speechless and left angrily. The Time Worm parasitizing Pompeii frowned, feeling that something was not quite right, as if something was missing.

"Pfft!"

Pompeii snapped out of his daze and realized that Frost was so angry that he had forgotten the swimming pool behind him. As he turned to leave, he stepped directly into the pool. Pompeii relaxed his brows in satisfaction. Hmm, although the voice was a little off, it felt complete. He didn't lack anything.

Frost, also of mixed race, quickly surfaced after falling into the water. Without even glancing at Pompeii, fearing ridicule, he left with his head down, completely soaked.

Chen Motong remained in psychological stealth, sending a virtual personality to communicate with Pompeii: 'Shall we go see the elder now?'

"Yes." Pompeii was completely unfazed by Chen Motong's virtual personality and telepathic communication. He got up in his swim trunks, grabbed an iced cocktail from the side, and led the way for Chen Motong while drinking it as he walked.

In fact, Chen Motong had already arrived at Gattuso Manor two days ago.

I thought I could easily find information about the Holy Palace Medical Association at Gattuso's headquarters, but this mysterious force was hidden better than anyone else, and I couldn't find any information even at Gattuso's headquarters.

After much deliberation, Chen Motong could only place his hopes on the Gattuso Elders. The rest of the Gattuso clan might not know, but the elders of the Holy Palace Medical Association, who were trying to survive, certainly did.

Pompeii led the way, while Chen Motong remained invisible. The butlers and maids along the way were already used to their master's licentious attire, and none of them were surprised; they simply respectfully made way for him.

Soon we arrived at the arched portico where the garden meets the main building. It was no ordinary arch, but a miniature version of the ancient Roman triumphal arch specially created by the Gattuso family.

Every little detail reveals the Gattuso family's enormous ambition.

Passing through the triumphal arch, along the arcade, and across the small bridge, you finally arrive at an extremely private Roman-style courtyard. In the center of the courtyard is a reclining lion fountain carved from black marble, with clear spring water flowing from the lion's mouth into the stone basin below.

Three walls of the courtyard are covered with lush ivy, while the other wall features a mural depicting Dionysus's revelry.

Pompeii walked up and touched the wine jug in the Dionysus mural. The sound of a mechanism immediately came from under his feet, and the reclining lion fountain slowly turned, the water flowing into the mechanism, revealing a spotless white staircase leading downwards.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly casual way Pompeii set up its mechanisms. In reality, the Dionysus mural is filled with various detection devices, including fingerprint, iris, and facial recognition. If any one of these doesn't match, the mechanism cannot be activated.

It didn't take long, just one level underground. After going down, Chen Motong discovered that there was an underground elevator inside.

As they descended the elevator to a depth of about nine floors underground, the elevator doors slowly opened, and Chen Motong finally saw the resting place of the Gatuso elders.

It's not some high-tech research institute, but rather an underground ecological cycle system resembling a paradise. Gattuso's people even introduced streams and planted flowers and grasses here, and the dome is made up of multiple screens connected together to simulate the sky.

A tiny ecosystem has been created underground by human intervention.

In this very place, six high-tech, pure white coffins lay quietly. Pompeii walked forward without a care and opened each of the dormant coffins one by one.

Before long, the six elderly people, whose ages varied, slowly regained consciousness.

The oldest elder, with all his hair and teeth gone and his face and body almost entirely covered in age spots, still possessed great strength. He rose from his dormant coffin: "Pompeii? You awakened all the elders?!"

The elder's tone was filled with barely suppressed anger. Even the head of the Gattuso family should not disobey the family rules set by the elders!
The other elders remained silent, watching Pompeii intently. The elders possessed a magical alchemy that connected their thoughts, so the opinion of any one elder was, in fact, a consensus among the six of them.

This mysterious mind-linking alchemy even allows them to discuss plans in dreams, which is why only one elder needs to awaken every twenty years. As long as one person awakens, they can still reach the combined conclusions of six people.

Clearly, none of the elders knew Pompeii's true identity; otherwise, they would never have dared to look at him like that.

“Elder Alpha, don’t be so angry.” Pompey remained unmoved, not intimidated by these old fogies at all: “I have come here today for a momentous matter that I must address to awaken you all.”

Using his psychological abilities to become invisible, Chen Motong stood beside Pompeii, brazenly observing the elders whose code names were Greek letters.

Elder Alpha tapped the coffin with displeasure: "Speak."

Pompeii stepped forward appropriately, saying, "I have come to ask the six elders to accept the judgment of fate."

(End of this chapter)