Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"In one month, I took a private plane to and from Spain and Romania seven times, and passed through the ancient city of Rome and the groups of green palaces in the suburbs of Rome fourteen times... I swear in the name of the Flamel lineage that the entire headquarters of the Gattuso family is a huge alchemical matrix. Its complexity and power may even exceed that of China's Qin Shihuang Mausoleum." The person who said this has a series of titles such as the current president of Kassel College, Flamel's mentor, the greatest alchemist of the contemporary era, the strong promoter of the American Mixed-Blood Bikini Beauty Pageant Day... and so on. Each title is as majestic as thunder, but he wears greasy jeans and T-shirts, and his belly is bulging like an old and fat frog.

The night watchman was worthy of the title of old cowboy. Even the discs playing on the black and white TV were large-scale western pornographic films. The gentle and wanton moans of women filled this small space crowded with well-dressed bigwigs.

Baroness Elizabeth Laurent frowned slightly and tried her best to ignore the blood-pumping scene. "We are here to find a way out, Master Flamel, not to find the original sin of the Gattuso family." she said.

"If you don't overthrow Pompey, what's your way out?" The night watchman was picking his teeth with a toothpick in a lazi manner. He put the size 42 stinky feet on the table. The fried chicken was next to the two feet. It seemed that the wings and thighs had been destroyed, leaving only the bare body.

"Aren't you curious about how Frost died? Or why the Sword of Wrath was launched into the suburbs of Chicago?"

Everyone sat up straight at the same time.

"Some of you here control a huge cash flow that can trigger a financial crisis throughout the world; some of you hold the highest power in a country and can start a war that can decide the fate of millions of people; and some of you have the most dangerous alchemical creations that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day. When the decisive battle comes, those creations can overturn the situation on the battlefield." The night watchman moved his eyes to a person's face and looked at that person every time he spoke. His voice was calm and more majestic than ever before.

"But when facing Pompey and Gattuso, all of you were as weak as a baby."

The cold wind of early spring rushed in through the window of the bell tower, causing the candlelight beside Flamel to flicker.

The elders who recognized the alchemical tool looked changed.

The most valuable item here is probably this candle. It condenses the hard work of several generations of Flamel mentors, and can engrave the power of the Word Spirit on it and strengthen it in an incredible way.

The Night Watchman relied on this candlelight swaying in the wind to expand his spiritual laws to the entire Kassel Academy.

His bloodline is so powerful that after being shrouded in the realm of discipline, even the elders who have been active in the dragon-slaying battlefield for a hundred years cannot feel the restlessness of the elements in the air.

"When you walked through this door, you all received a gift from my student Finkel... I know that no one except dear Charlotte intends to open it, but now you can see what's inside." The night watchman held a cigar that had been smoked, and the smoke slowly rose.

The senators present at the meeting, Cadmus and St. George, looked at each other and first opened the small box on the armrest.

The old guys were stunned for a moment, then stood up angrily.

"I knew you couldn't be trusted!" St. George slammed the black box he was carrying.

"Take the things out and let us see them ourselves." He glared at Finkel, then looked at the night watchman.

The old cowboy muttered, "I knew it would be easier to keep this loser in Cuba, so I had to call him back..." and opened the secret compartment at the back of the closet.

There were indeed two stacks of documents inside.

The night watchman selected a stack and distributed it to everyone present. "Inside these are the investigation evidence left by Frost before his death and his discoveries within the Gattuso family over the years." He said, "There is his private seal on it. As long as we use the bloodline to awaken it, we can distinguish the authenticity."

"It was left by Frost." St. George said. He had pressed the obscure seal on the lower left corner of the document. Golden light flowed out from the seal like water, filling every corner of the document. Then, fonts that were completely different from the original content appeared on the golden luster.

For a moment the only sounds in the bell tower were the wind and the turning of papers.

Finkel's eyes flickered and he glanced at the elders and school directors who appeared here, with a cigar in his mouth like a night watchman.

These people actually don't like Frost. Compared with the determination of the old guys and the romance of the young people, he is more like a profit-seeking businessman.

It was only in the Gattuso family's obituary that Frost died in a glorious cause, and in Odin's attack on the academy, this despised guy resolutely chose to use his identity and a part of the Dragon Bone Cross to lead the god to the landing point of the Sword of Retribution.

Such an honorable death was enough to wipe out all the shame he had left behind.

A few minutes later, flames were burning at everyone's fingertips, and the ashes of the burned documents fell onto the black and moldy oak floor.

The bell tower was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the rustling of leaves dancing in the wind, and everyone was immersed in the horrific message left by Frost.

"Pompeii is Odin," said the night watchman. "Dear Charlotte has always known this, hasn't she?"

"Yes." Miss Charlotte's eyes were covered with a white veil, which was hung from above her head by the butler who never left her side.

This will prevent the night watchman's rather old-fashioned pornographic films from polluting the lady's still relatively pure eyes.

“If Pompey is Odin, why would he, as the Dragon King, spend huge sums of money to support the academy’s dragon-slaying business?” St. George actually seemed very calm. He sat comfortably on the soft chair, fingers crossed, his eyes as deep as a golden lake.

"We are all human beings, why did De San commit genocide against the Jews?" The night watchman sneered.

Everyone's eyes flickered.

There were quite a few supporters of De III back then, including Beowulf and Cadmus, who were actually loyal fans of De III. However, the Führer's mental state later had problems, and a madman could not lead them into a new era, so all the aid in the later period was completely terminated.

"The world of dragons is not one of love, harmony and friendship. The Dragon King who crawled out of the grave dreams of killing his brothers and sisters and swallowing their corpses to merge the rights of both and ascend to a higher throne. If creatures like dragons are willing to put aside their prejudices and unite under the same leader, why can humans rise to the top of the world's food chain despite being in a weak position for thousands of years?" The night watchman drank the foamy beer and groaned happily.

"Aren't you curious about why the secret party has never had a real victory over the Dragon King in history, but has been successful in the war with dragons in recent years? Chicago ended the bronze and became the Fire King Norton, BJ killed the King of Earth and Mountains Fenrir, and nailed the White King Izanagi and Herzog to death in Tokyo Bay with the Sword of Retribution... Every action was premeditated and had intelligence advantages. But in fact, everyone here doesn't know that there is no difference between the Dragon King and humans before awakening. Who can find them before they hatch except the same kind of Dragon King?" The old guy patted his belly and stood up, and swept the edge of the candlelight with a look of contempt, and everyone who met his eyes lowered their heads.

The continuous victories in the dragon-slaying battlefield have made the school board dizzy. They know very well that they have no way of locking onto the human body of the Dragon King with their own abilities, but they still wishfully believe that all victories are just around the corner and the day to end the dragon clan is just around the corner.

"The information that Norton's human body will appear in Six Flags on that day was passed to Angers by the Gattuso family, and the information that Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains, awakened in the Nibelungen in Beijing subway was posted on the Hunter website by a guy with the ID of Prince... Guess who is the administrator of the Hunter website?" The night watchman walked behind St. George, put his hands on the shoulders of the old man who was old enough to be his father or grandfather, and leaned down slightly.

"Nido," Elizabeth whispered.

"Reverse that word."

"Odin..." Cadmus frowned and exhaled a hot breath.

"But the archives of the secret party store all the information about Pompey from birth to today, including which woman he slept with in a certain year and month, and what color underwear the woman wore that day. They all remember it clearly." St. George looked up at the night watchman's eyes, "I still remember that he came to visit my family when he was very young. At that time, he was still a child, like a ball of hair."

"To be honest, it's really a taboo to hear someone like you say the word 'women's underwear'." The night watchman shook his body.

"But do you remember that I said that the Palace of Azure is a huge alchemical matrix?"

St. George ignored the night watchman's offense and waited for his next words.

"That alchemical matrix has not been recorded by Flamel and Gottingen, but the lines drawn have a strong religious feel and are filled with various religious symbols. It should be a product of the Middle Ages." The night watchman looked at Charlotte. "What is our speculation?"

"Okay, Mr. Flamel." Miss Charlotte nodded and stood up. She nodded slightly to everyone present, then said softly, "The Blue Palace is the eye of the alchemical matrix. They used that huge matrix to create a kingdom... It is not a kingdom in the real world, but one of the highest achievements of alchemy, the spiritual replacement in the seven kingdoms."

Everyone looked at the Night Watchman.

They couldn't say they respected this old bastard, but in the field of alchemy, Master Flamel was indeed the most accomplished person in the world today.

"It's hard to explain in a few words, but I guess every head of the Gattuso family is actually the same person." The night watchman shrugged and sat back in his seat.

There was silence for a moment, and whispers echoed in the small space.

"The legend of Odin first appeared in Scandinavia. Later, Norse mythology declined with the interest of the Christian Church. At the same time, the ancestor of the Gattuso family, Geus Octavius ​​Augustus, who was active in the ancient Roman Empire, died. My guess is that the main god has hidden himself in the bloodline of this family since then. He relies on spiritual replacement to take away the bodies of each head of the Gattuso family until the most suitable child is born. He then reappears in the world to join the battlefield of Ragnarok." said the night watchman.

"According to the information left by Ange, we already know that Odin first appeared in China in 2007. If what you said is true, the Supreme has already made his choice?" Elizabeth said.

The night watchman narrowed his eyes.

"Caesar, isn't it clear? Looking at how enthusiastic those old guys in the Gattuso family are towards that kid, I almost start to suspect that they are a group of perverted pedophiles, okay?" he said.

Elizabeth choked and gave up trying to find out more.

"Most of you must have seen those old monsters named with Greek letters in the Blue Palace, right? Some of them are over 300 years old, and some are over 500 years old. They use evil alchemy technology and technological products after the Industrial Revolution to prolong their lives... Facing changes again and again, when the Gattuso family stood at the fork in the historical torrent, these people always made the right choice... They almost never had disagreements, and their thoughts were unified, just like one person." The night watchman said, "No one knows their words and abilities, because those who knew all this have been erased."

The torrent of history is rolling in, and no family can prosper forever. It's always one family after another.

But the Gattuso family has never made a wrong choice since it rose to prominence as a mafia family in Sicily. When the Axis powers were at their peak, they chose to stab Germany in the back; when the Industrial Revolution was in full swing, they chose to go against the current, mortgaging all their industries to banks and then investing in emerging technology companies.

Today, the head of this family has become the regent of the mixed-blood world. The Board of Directors and the Senate used the black cards in their hands to put Pompey on the throne of emperor.

"The minds of the old monsters are connected by the alchemical matrix, and their abilities are also shared, so they cannot attack. If they attack, it will be the elemental turbulence when the Dragon King is born." said the Night Watchman.

No one refuted this statement.

"The Gattuso family has developed to this day with a stable bloodline and huge wealth. They should have tens of thousands of members, but have you seen any Gattuso members other than Caesar?" The night watchman's voice was slightly cold.

Even someone as strong as Cadmus couldn't help but shudder.

"We have learned from the White King Herzog about the original plan of the ancient White Emperor. She let her descendants multiply in Japan, and then harvest their genes when they grow up to complete herself... The Blue Palace is also doing this, but they are not completing themselves, but making Odin's genes stronger, strong enough to compete with the emperor who is destined to return... Every old man in the Gattuso family is a member of this completion plan. They are an important node for Odin to stay in the world. If you cut open their chests, you can see that their hearts are no longer human in color, but in the shape of dragons..."

"Where is the evidence? I want evidence." St. George interrupted the night watchman rudely.

The Vice Principal licked his lips.

"Aren't you curious about why Beowulf didn't show up in this council? Because he and Ange are old friends. Ange commissioned him to do something before leaving for Japan..."

"What's up?"

"Kill an elder of the Gattuso family and see what color his heart is." The night watchman said softly, with a sharp light in his eyes. "Why do you think they spared no effort to hunt down Lu Mingfei? Isn't it just to eat his value so that they can evolve into a more ultimate creature..." (End of this chapter)