Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 307 The Leader of the Secret Party

"Don't add pressure to me, old bastard." Ange sighed, and then suddenly smiled. He took Beowulf's shoulder and patted him hard. The two old guys seemed to have returned to more than 100 years ago under that clear sky.

"But this is the only thing, I promise you, after all... I don't want to lose either."

The sound of the rumbling sea tide engulfed everything, and the leaden gray clouds finally pushed over the island. God opened the gate with his own hands, and thousands of tons of rainwater poured down, and finally merged into the layers of waves under the cliff.

The rain splashed down in front of the window, and white air rose from the hot stone wall baked by the sun.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, and the sound of rain covering up all the noise.

"What a big one," said Beowulf softly.

"Uh-huh?"

Angers originally responded softly, but felt that the world was eerily quiet in front of the torrential rain. Even though the sky and the ground were full of the sound of rain falling, you still felt that the world was too quiet, too quiet to tolerate any noise.

He responded subconsciously, and his ears automatically recognized that Beowulf said "It's so quiet", but when he recovered, he couldn't help but froze there.

"Really big? What do you mean?" He didn't respond.

"In Chinese dialect, it means silence and tranquility. Isn't that the kid you picked named Lu Mingfei brought to school?"

Beowulf said slowly,

"Don't think that I don't know anything about the college. As long as I think about it, every move of Cassel will be sent to me."

Angers: "..."

He turned his back and silently covered his face with one hand.

He guessed that the person who told Beowulf never told him. Professor Manstein, who was fooled by this sentence the year before last, repeatedly emphasized "keep the big one" (keep quiet) in class. Finally, after the truth was exposed I was laughed at for a long time, and because of this incident, a certain party who did not want to be named was selected for Professor Manstein's class that year, and finally ended up as "unqualified".

Hmm... Although he might not pass without this.

After adjusting his mood, Anger turned around and coughed lightly, straightened his collar, and said with emotion: "Yes, it's really big."

As for the intelligence channel that Beowulf mentioned just now, Anger is not worried, but just curious about who is so unreliable.

"By the way, that young man named Fingel is very close to Henkel. Do you know about this?" Beowulf asked suddenly.

Anger couldn't help but asked in surprise, "You still know Fingel?"

"It was sent by Flamel, who said he has the same speech ability as me, please teach me for a while." Beowulf said lightly.

Angers suddenly lost his curiosity.

"Henkel and I know each other well about this matter, but we haven't penetrated the last layer of paper." Anger thought for a while, and replied to Beowulf with this answer.

"Does that mean you and Henkel have come to an agreement?" Beowulf glanced at the guy.

The Henkel family in Chicago is the leader of the North American mixed race.

There are mixed-race communities all over the world, big and small, and Henkel leads one of the largest, not quite on par with the Arcana, but below it.

The North American mixed race is composed of more than a dozen families with a long history. These families were well-known on the European continent before they migrated to the New World. Most of them have backgrounds such as royal families, nobles, bankers, or ocean pioneers, and have accumulated huge wealth. .

They are not behind the secret party in terms of momentum, and they are even better in terms of wealth accumulation, but they do not have a strong obsession with dragon slaying. The most important thing for them is family reproduction and hiding in human society. Live life well.

Beowulf naturally despised these guys, but not Henkel, for although Henkel led a mixed-race community of merchants, he was a true warrior himself.

In his eyes, Henkel is a great enemy of the Secret Party.

"Henkel and I have always been rivals, but there are very few people who are qualified to be our opponents. There is a saying in China called sympathy, and we are almost in this state. In some things, our views are the same. But I didn’t connect Finger and Henkel, it’s purely Fingel’s ability.”

Angers explained.

Beowulf couldn't help but think of the young man who was sent by Flamel back then with a smile on his lips.

In fact he didn't like the young man, but he accepted the advice anyway.

Not because of Flamel's name, but because Beowulf saw a familiar shadow in this young man.

The same is a bit sloppy, like a little gangster on the side of the road, but he is more proud and confident than anyone else in his heart...

"It seems that in this regard, Henkel's vision is similar to mine." Beowulf slowly closed his eyes, and his burly figure stood in front of the window, like an unfallible stele, but at this moment is somewhat curved.

Ange's pupils shrank slightly after noticing this.

"By the way, why didn't you bring my godson with you when you came to visit me?"

Beowulf suddenly opened his eyes, frowning and looking at Angers, his dissatisfaction was beyond words.

"...It's rare for the young couple to take a vacation in Chicago, so we old people don't bother others."

"Ange, are you really sure of winning?"

"The topic changed a bit quickly. I still insist on that sentence, the person I choose will end this history that has been repeated for thousands of years." Anger said softly.

"You chose that Lu Mingfei?" Beowulf turned sideways, "I'm really curious why you have such confidence, but I know you wouldn't say it, if it weren't for you being Hilbert Jean Angers, I will never believe you."

"It seems that this name is still a bit convincing. I wonder if I can go to the bar for a drink." Anger joked.

"Obviously not, because your name is worth nothing in the eyes of the businessman." Beowulf said indifferently, "Otherwise, why would Frost and the others try to pull you down from the position of leader for the second time?"

"What do you think of Pompeii and Frost?" Angers turned around and asked.

"Pompeii is a libertine, and Frost should appear under Henkel." Beowulf expressed his views on the two principals of the Gattuso family generation without hesitation.

"But don't underestimate Pompeii. I always feel that this libertine is hiding something. He is by no means as simple as he appears."

"Oh?" Angers raised his brows, it seems that he is not the only one who has this opinion.

"Frost is a pure businessman. You can see what he wants at a glance, but Pompeii is different. No one knows what he wants. This kind of person is the most difficult. He stands in the sun on the bright side of the world. Playing crazy, but in fact he firmly hides his real side in the shadows, and Frost is just a shield for his bright side."

Beowulf's eyes narrowed.

The reason why he knew Pompeii was because Pompeii inherited the position of Patriarch Gattuso. In the decades after that, Pompeii's "inaction" once left an impression of contempt on outsiders, and he was no exception. But one day Chu Tianjiao suddenly warned him that Pompeii was by no means simple.

Angers thought thoughtfully: "Do you think Frost is just a tool man of Pompeii? But Frost obviously doesn't think so."

"Of course he doesn't think so, he even thinks that he is the pillar of the Gattuso family."

Beowulf remembered someone's evaluation of Frost, a businessman who was smart but not smart enough, and couldn't help sneering.

Some are smart but not smart enough, which is actually nothing, but the bad thing is that he is in a huge family, and he is the second in command of the family, and he has a really smart brother on his head.

Angers suddenly said: "Pompeii must be hiding some secret, but I don't think he is our enemy. Rather than saying that he is hiding something, it is better to say that he is trying to avoid something."

"Escape?" Beowulf was slightly startled, "He is the patriarch of the Gattuso family, and the Gattuso family has faintly become the leader of the secret party. What does he need to escape? Is he afraid of the war with the Dragon Clan?"

Angers thought of Caesar at this time.

In his eyes, Caesar is a rebellious child who is still fighting against the family, which was fully reflected in the "Nibelungen Project" last year.

It is said that a son is like a father, so what was Pompeii like back then?Willingly accept the path and wife arranged by the family?
That's not Pompeii's style...

"Perhaps, he is escaping from his destiny." Ange whispered.

"Fate?" Beowulf wanted to sneer, but he suddenly thought of something and fell silent.

Isn't his descendants escaping the fate of belonging to the Beowulf family?
"Speaking of which, do you still remember Pompey's father?" Angers asked suddenly.

"Pompeii's father?"

It was only then that Beowulf seemed to remember that both he and Angers were old enough to be Pompeii's grandfathers.

And Pompey's father is naturally the patriarch of the previous generation of Gattuso family.

"Didn't he die?"

After thinking about it carefully, Beowulf found that he really didn't remember anything about the patriarch of the previous generation of Gattuso family.

"Dead." Angers wrote lightly, "The funeral was very simple, and it can even be said to be simple with the scale of the Gattuso family. After the funeral, Pompeii took the position of head of the family."

"Pompeii killed his father and took the head of the family?"

"Do you think this motive is valid?" Angers asked back.

Beowulf was dumbfounded. Indeed, in terms of Pompeii's character and style of doing things, this kind of motive is really not valid.

At least he couldn't be trying to snatch the position of Patriarch.

"what do you mean?"

"If Pompeii is really escaping his fate, then this fate must have been brought to him by someone. I heard that there is a council of elders in the Gattuso family, and some of them are even over three hundred years old." Ang Re paused, then shrugged and said, "Well, I just heard from Pompeii. He mentioned it once when he was talking about beauties with him."

"What kind of beauties are talking about the old people in the family?" Beowulf wondered.

"That was a beauty 300 years ago, but that guy from Pompeii actually said that that woman almost became his great-great-great...grandmother." Angers spread his hands, "What's even more outrageous is that he told me that his old Grandfather is still alive."

"Three hundred years old..." Beowulf's eyes were full of dignity.

Thanks to dragon blood, they can indeed live longer than ordinary people.

But people like him and Anger who can live up to [-] or [-] are rare. If they rely on modern medicine, they can survive to [-] years old, but [-] years old...

"His dragon blood concentration has definitely exceeded the critical blood limit." Beowulf said affirmatively, "There are also two old people in the family history who lived to more than 180 because of the high enough dragon blood concentration. At that time, there was no current medical technology. And the people of Beowulf are usually wounded in their youth."

Anger understood what he meant. He could live to [-] without modern medical technology and with old injuries. Now there is a high probability that he can survive to [-] years old.

"I'm afraid the Gattuso family is really tricky." Beowulf's expression turned cold.

Angers didn't answer the conversation. He was recalling the details of his conversation with Pompey that day. Did that guy really accidentally reveal the secret about the family elders?
Assuming that the Gattuso family is really tricky, what role does Pompeii play in it?
Where is Frost?What about Caesar?
"We must take the initiative in the next meeting." Angers said solemnly.

"They can't depose you, but it's also difficult for you to take the lead, because they have begun to fear you and try to pull you down." Beowulf said coldly, "This is the evil result of your choice to establish the academy. The elders of the secret party who originally supported you have gradually retired because of your choice. Several families in the school board did support you back then, but now they are obviously planning to withdraw their support for you because you blocked their way. "

"Do you know what is the most ridiculous thing? They actually want to fire you! You are the leader of the Secret Party, what is a leader? Not to mention thousands of years ago, even in the Middle Ages, there was absolutely no elder in the Secret Party Dare to suggest to everyone why we don't remove the current leader to get more benefits? Absolutely not! Angers, you created this monstrous organization called the School Board and gave them the power to remove you for money. "

Angers did not speak.

The establishment of the Kassel Academy against all opposition back then was also the first time in history that he lost his prestige after becoming the leader of the Secret Party.

He did succeed, but the consequences were also obvious. The elders of the secret party who originally supported him chose to retire in disappointment, and the few remaining in the school board have become closer to "businessmen" in decades of evolution.

"Not necessarily." Anger said, "At least I have given hope, as long as I am not dead, those old guys will not stand opposite me."

"Those guys won't stand up against you, but don't expect them to take the initiative to support you, unless you are willing to pay a visit to say that you were wrong back then." Beowulf said lightly, "But if you admit your mistake, your Prestige will plummet, and it will be difficult for you to return to the position you were in back then."

"The position in the past?" Angers murmured, "What position in the past?"

Beowulf frowned: "What do you think? Of course he is the leader of the Secret Party!"

"Leader?" Angers looked a little gloomy. He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Old friend, you are getting old, and I am too. The old guy should give way to the young at the critical moment."

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