Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 383 I am Caesar Gattuso ([-]) Happy New Year
Frost is dead.

The news spread like an earthquake to the mixed race world.

It happened so suddenly and absurdly that the representatives of the family who had just reached a cooperation agreement with Frost not long ago called in panic to confirm, but Caesar hung up the phone directly.

While the rest publicly mourned the death of Mr. Frost, privately they were talking about the old guy who looked down on everyone with arrogance and finally died.

Once he died, the Gattuso family lost a backbone, and they had the opportunity to gnaw a few pieces of meat from this behemoth.

Even if this matter is placed within the secret party, it is an extremely complicated matter. To be honest, no one likes Frost. This little guy who is clearly a junior in the eyes of the elders, but is always radical, is like a fighting sheep. , not pleasing at all, and his businessman's style and preoccupied tone.

The elders, like Beowulf, who regarded themselves as true dragon slayers, looked down on him.

And the elders, who were as family-minded as he was and disguised themselves as dragonslayers, laughed at his folly.

He was an out-of-group existence in the secret party, and he was regarded as a businessman who counted pennies and pennies, but this businessman died on the battlefield.

The Gattuso family angrily vowed to destroy the enemy at all costs. They hoped to use the secret party's ability, and the elders did not refuse.

It is unimaginable that these people can sneak into the interior of the academy silently, and even leave safely after killing Frost and attempting to assassinate Angers.

The elders are happy to see the Gattuso family take the initiative to take this matter.

What's more, the man who is currently sitting as the leader of the Secret Party is called Caesar Gattuso.

And Angers himself did not object, he just chatted with Caesar for a long time.

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It was already the second night when Lu Mingfei rushed back to the academy from Chicago, and then took a special plane from the school to Italy.

"Lord, rest the dead in peace, and let the eternal light shine upon their spirits."

"Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem."

"Lord, listen to our prayers, and all will be judged before You."

"Lord, please have mercy on us."

Verdi's "Requiem Mass", the public address system repeatedly played this mourning chorus, and the singing echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.

Lu Mingfei walked into the church slowly, Erika took his arm, and held a bouquet of white flowers in the other.

This is the Milan Cathedral in Milan. Not long ago, the Pope presided over Frost's funeral in person. It was the same size as Caesar's mother, with a choir of 500 people. Nearly [-] people entered the church to watch the ceremony. Several hills.

This grand and solemn funeral had just ended, and the mourning people gradually dispersed. The ancient Gothic church looked extraordinarily empty, with a violet curtain hanging from the dome, and bouquets of white roses were illuminated red by candlelight.

But when Lu Mingfei walked into the church, there were still many elites hovering outside the door.

Because it was a sudden funeral, they came in a hurry, but they were reluctant to leave. They all wanted to get acquainted with the young man who was about to take over the power of the family after Frost's death.

Frost is dead, and their management on him has been wiped out. If they want to continue to maintain their relationship with the Gattuso family, they must greet the new leader.

But the new leader didn't seem to be interested in them, and he didn't intend to meet any of them.

The central altar was filled with silver candelabrums, each holding six white candles lit like a field of glowing thorns.

In the center of the thornbush stands an exquisite hexagonal coffin, whose cover is crystal clear glass, so that the mourners can clearly see the face of the dead.

That aging face that was still pale after makeup.

Since when did the man who was always chasing after him become so old?

Caesar sat quietly beside the coffin, leaning on it, just like he lay on the hexagonal coffin lid many years ago, looking at the woman inside.

Time has passed, and many things have changed. The guests who participated in the funeral, the Pope who presided over the funeral, and the church that he burned down many years ago, even the people lying in the coffin.

only him.

Only he stood outside the coffin, watching another close relative leave.

Lu Mingfei walked to his side and saw Frost's pale face through the crystal glass.

Erika put the bouquet in her hand on the hexagonal coffin lid. She changed into a black dress and a black veil today, and stayed beside Lu Mingfei quietly.

Lu Mingfei loosened the collar of his black suit, and sat on the stairs next to Caesar, pulling Eri Yi.

"Boss, are you okay?" he asked in a low voice.

"fine."

Caesar smiled and said he was fine.

He also said in a relaxed tone, "I've been looking forward to this old guy's death, and now my stud daddy is left. On the day he dies, I will have a grand pool beer Patty to celebrate These annoying old guys are all going to hell. Don't forget to join us when the time comes, you two."

Lu Mingfei remained silent.

The boss sat in front of the coffin, smiled and said that he was fine, and his tone was relaxed, just like those adults who greeted the past guests with laughter at the funeral of the old man.

He said he was fine, but Lu Mingfei knew that people in this world who were really troubled would never say that they were troubled, they just smiled and swallowed the thorny pain bit by bit.

Maybe it's because the pain is so extreme that I don't have the urge to share it with others. It's enough for me to taste this pain alone every night for the rest of my life. Why bother to spit it out and share it with others?
And it seems that once you say it, once you cry in front of others, it seems that you have lost to this pain, and you have also lost to yourself.

So you have to bear it, you have to toss and turn alone in the night when no one is around, and you have to digest this heart-wrenching pain alone.

In this way, it is probably grown up.

Lu Mingfei lost his mind for a moment, but soon he regained his sobriety, listening to the rare chatter of the boss beside him.

He said that his uncle was not a good person, but a capitalist through and through, and a businessman who was against Principal Angers and others.

His uncle only pretends to be a family in his mind, and he can't wait to move all the good things to the Gattuso family, so that the Gattuso family can become the emperor who rules the world, so there is nothing wrong with him being an ambitious man.

He said that his uncle has never been likable. Many people hate him but have to show him a flattering smile for money. Even his nephew doesn't like him. He thinks the old guy is hypocritical and greedy for power. I really want to go back to the countryside and stand aloof from the world, but I can't stop for a moment, stirring up wind and rain...

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There are a lot more.

Caesar said a lot tonight.

Lu Mingfei heard the boss say countless bad things about Frost Gattuso, and put a lot of hats on the latter, as if he really hated the old guy in the coffin from the bottom of his heart. favorite place.

But Lu Mingfei noticed that the prefix of every sentence he said was "his uncle".

Caesar suddenly stopped. He looked at the cold coffin and remained silent, in which lay his uncle who was also cold.

He said softly: "But he is my uncle, no matter how bad and annoying he is, he is also my uncle, maybe he is still one of the people who love me the most in this world."

At that moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to be able to see the sad and turbulent aura released by the boss, slowly submerging the entire cathedral.

They sat on the steps of the central altar that night, raised their heads, and looked at the deep night sky through the dome window of the mosaic glass.

There were no stars that night, dark clouds rolled and gathered over Milan, the color was as heavy as lead, and the crows were singing monotonously on the top of the church.

Caesar talked about those broken pictures that surged from the depths of his memory, those pictures that he himself had forgotten.

Lu Mingfei just listened quietly.

He became a qualified audience again tonight.

In fact he has always been a good audience.

What Caesar told him was not only the past between him and Frost, but also the latest news and intelligence.

He said that when he was packing up his uncle's belongings, he found a letter, which was left to him by his uncle.

Uncle seemed to have anticipated today and prepared such a letter for him in advance.

Caesar suddenly asked Lu Mingfei, in the original timeline, did Frost Gattuso also die at this time?

Lu Mingfei shook his head, and said no, it would be a long time later, and Frost should have died at the hands of Odin in the first place.

Caesar nodded, reminding him softly that the flow of fate seems to have been deflected, he must be more careful, and don't feel that everything is under control and become careless...

After being silent for a while, Caesar continued to talk about the letter.

The letter said that if he left suddenly, he must be careful of counterattacks within the family. It is best if Pompey is willing to come back to lead the family, but if he is not willing, then Caesar will take over the position of Patriarch in advance.

There is also a list at the end of the letter.

It marks the internal and external allies of the family, who can be trusted, who needs both kindness and power, and who can be trusted or not. In times of turmoil, their heads must be taken first.

Also be careful with the Elders.

Frost said in the letter that what the elders are planning is not the future of the family, but themselves, a group of old guys who lie in the medical room all day long, between the new life and the family, they can no longer hold the bottom line .

Caesar suddenly paused, looked at Lu Mingfei, and whispered that maybe they had found the real person behind the scenes.

Even if those veterans are not behind the scenes, they definitely have a deep connection with it.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Caesar was silent for a while, and then asked him if he heard it. Lu Mingfei was also silent for a while, saying that he heard it.

There was no one else in this cathedral except the three of them. Passy was guarding the door, but there was someone holding a dinner in the hall not far away.

This is the custom of the church. When the funeral is over and the mourning guests have been sent away, the family members will gather, and the priest will preside over a mass, followed by communion.

They toasted each other, the sound of glasses hitting the wall was heard frequently, clear and sweet, there was a woman's delicate laughter and a man's invitation like a gentleman.

The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was too lively, noisy and jubilant, it seemed like a grand celebration.

As it was then.

Caesar said with a smile: "At my mother's funeral, this group of guys was also like this, and my uncle was among them, so I always hated him, hated them, and the whole family. I didn't expect it to be like this today. If my uncle can still wake up, I will ridicule him, those people treat him no differently from my mother, he thinks he is the center of the family, but in the eyes of some people, he is just a roadblock."

Lu Mingfei also smiled, because he heard panic screams, the underground water pipe suddenly burst, and water splashed everywhere, turning the elegant gentlemen and ladies into a mess.

Erika asked curiously, "Did you do the same back then?"

Caesar looked outside the church, still smiling and said: "I didn't master this kind of power back then, so I could only ride a motorcycle, break into their dinner party, rush to the dining table, crush the wine glasses and plates into pieces, and take them with me. The smiles on their faces, but now..."

"Now?" Erika tilted her head.

Cesar Gattuso looked up and took a deep breath.

With his mastery of the water element, he destroyed the surrounding underground water pipes, turning the originally celebratory dinner into a farce, just like it was back then, but with some differences.

"Now I am the head of the Gattuso family, and I need some of them to help me share the power and take better control of this behemoth, so I can no longer tear my face like I was a child." Caesar chuckled Said, "But it is still possible to do some small tricks. Even if it is known, as long as it is not on the bright side, then everything will be forgiven."

"I don't want to turn against them, and they don't dare to turn against me. That's probably it."

Erika softly said: "It's so complicated."

Caesar laughed. He looked at the girl with dark red hair, who was somewhat similar to Nuonuo, and was even suspected by them as being related to Nuonuo. He said gently:

"Yes, this world is actually divided into many layers, some are beautiful and some are ugly, and those people's world is complicated and ugly, full of compromises and dirty deals, Erika don't go into their world, stay on the road with peace of mind Mingfei will be fine."

"In some places, it is enough for us to have been here."

Erika nodded, and hugged Lu Mingfei's hand tightly.

Lu Mingfei lightly scratched the tip of her nose, and asked the boss in a low voice, since the elders of the Gattuso family have problems, should he lead someone to directly cremate those old guys with a torch?If it doesn't work, just fill it with cement.

Caesar shook his head calmly.

At that moment, his eyes were so deep that no one could understand what he was thinking.

He seemed to have completely transformed and grown up overnight. The boy who was naive in middle school and sensitive and slender in heart suddenly became calm and mature.

After returning from Japan, he gradually gained more stability after time accumulated, but this stability is somewhat naive, just like those illusory dreams, the castle in the air is not solid.

And at this moment...

Caesar's eyes suddenly blurred.

There was once a person who hoped that Caesar would grow up quickly, hoped that he could understand the cruelty of this world and no longer be childish, hoped that he would stop being sentimental and learn to be strong...

Caesar still clearly remembers the man saying that it takes only a moment to build up a hatred, but it takes many years to build up a love.

How long does it take to understand a love?
It turned out that when I finally believed that you loved me after many years, it was at your funeral.

Caesar looked around the burned and rebuilt church, as if returning to that night many years ago.

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The stubborn boy drove his beloved Harley motorcycle through the wooden door, let out the most rebellious roar of a street boy, and ran over the dining table in front of everyone.

The man sitting at the end of the long table stared into the boy's eyes, with a stern and majestic voice, he said, Caesar, you have grown up, you should stop messing around, you are the heir of the Gattuso family, you should learn to abide by the rules of the family .

The boy driving the motorcycle raised his head proudly.

He said he saw the rules written on their faces, but all he wanted to do was run over them!

He doesn't care about family rules at all, because his name is Caesar Gullweger!
And the moment the boy turned his head, the man at the end of the long table silently picked up the check he threw on the table to pay.

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Caesar, who was sitting on the steps, was suddenly taken aback.

Thinking about it this way, in his childhood, his uncle had always been strict with a little gentleness to him, more like a strict father than a real father.

When did he start to change his attitude towards himself and become tolerant without a bottom line?
Is it since mom died?
Did he realize that the family owed him?

Or realize that after that woman died, no one in this world could tolerate and spoil Cesar Gattuso so infinitely?

Caesar was absent for a long time.

He clearly knew that he was doomed not to get a real answer to this question.

He lowered his head and unfolded the crumpled envelope in his arms.

At the end of this letter, his uncle left him two sentences.

——I know you don't like the current Gattuso family, but maybe, you can make it what you like.

——Now, it's your turn to make rules for the family.

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Hey old man, as you wish, I'm-

Cesar Gattuso.

　I wish everyone a happy new year, and get rich in 2023!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)