Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

After half a month of unremitting efforts, the Gattuso family finally lifted Caesar's ban, and he could return to school without having to stay at the castle halfway up the mountain to receive round-the-clock tutoring from a tutor.

If he hadn't wanted to see off the stallion daddy before he left, Caesar would have returned to school and continued to make trouble with his younger brothers.

Back in the castle, the butler had been waiting for a long time. The moment the domineering, rebellious and addicted young master appeared, he took two steps forward and asked him to move to the restaurant. The acting head of the family, Frost, was waiting for him to join him. Lunch.

Caesar originally didn't want to talk to his uncle who had a disloyal heart, but then he thought about it. He had been targeting the stallion father recently, so he was a bit neglectful.

Moreover, the guy who always lowered his head following Frost also interested him very much.

In the magnificent restaurant, which is like a dining room used by medieval nobles for dinner parties, Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family, is sitting at the head of the table. He pays great attention to the sense of ceremony. His back is straight and his posture is upright. Even the tableware in front of him is The placement was as if measured with a ruler, meticulous.

Beside him, a blond boy of thirteen or fourteen stood quietly, his head slightly lowered, his bangs slightly covering his eyebrows, and his cold eyes that could only be seen through the gaps between his hair, making him look incompatible with this luxurious and noble environment. There are some misfits.

"how do you feel?"

Frost's deep voice suddenly sounded in the silent restaurant.

In a restaurant with only two people, the only person he could ask was the boy with his head lowered, and everyone knew the answer he wanted to know.

"After taking the medicine, I feel much more stable." The young man named Patsy replied softly, while raising his head slightly, exposing his eyes hidden under his bangs.

Those are a pair of beautiful ice-blue pupils. If you stare at them for a long time, you will have the illusion that you are looking directly into the icebergs and snowfields.

It's not because those eyes have the ability to make people immerse themselves in the scene, it's simply because those eyes are too empty, without passionate emotions or a clear self. They are like a weapon created by man for the sole purpose of killing.

"Take your medicine on time. You are one of the Gattuso family's most precious assets. Don't neglect your body." Frost's voice became gentle, like an elder who cares about the family's younger generations.

"Yes." Percy nodded and didn't say much.

He knows his identity very well, saying that he is one of the Gattuso family's most precious assets, but it is nothing more than a war machine with a shelf life.

If it is damaged, the Gattuso family's gentlemen will at most regret the money invested in him, and will not feel anything more.

In this family, everyone is replaceable, but there is one person who is irreplaceable.

That was the chosen son of the Gattuso family who came to the world - Caesar Gattuso. He is the future leader that everyone expects.

When he disappeared at the beginning of the month, the Gattuso family was close to digging up the entire Europe.

After he came back, no matter what he did to the family, those old monsters just thought he was losing his temper, venting their dissatisfaction after being "kidnapped" and letting him do whatever he wanted.

This kind of privilege was something he didn't even dare to hope for, but that guy abandoned it like a shoe.

The moment the two of them finished speaking, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and then the young man's energetic voice sounded:

"Don't neglect whose body?"

The sea breeze poured in from the open window, ruffling the blond hair of the young man who pushed the door. With his hands spread out like a cross, he looked like a lion roaring at the old lion, eager to take his place. Lion cub.

His sea-blue eyes stared at the old man and the young man at the end of the dining table. Caesar strode forward: "Is it your high blood pressure, my dear uncle?"

As if quarreling with each other, Caesar pulled out the chair and sat opposite Frost, with his back pressed against the back of the chair, one hand on the armrest to support his chin, and in a very impolite but extremely domineering gesture, he looked at the man opposite him. An old man who emphasizes rules, etiquette, and family honor all day long:

"Don't worry that the Gattuso family won't be able to function without you. Don't worry, go see a doctor. Frost, the family has me."

It's because of you that I don't dare to slack off at all!

The veins on Frost's forehead suddenly popped up, and he almost became angry at his good nephew's words. But after all, he was a man who had experienced the chaos of Pompeii Gattuso's family, and he was used to being angry these days. , and quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Thank you for your concern, Caesar." He raised his hand and pressed the call bell on the side, indicating that the chef was in place and ready to serve. Frost frowned slightly and looked at Caesar, who was sitting in a rather wild posture, and said With a bit of dissatisfaction:

"However, compared to my body, I hope you can pay more attention to your words and deeds.

If there is something wrong with my body, I will be treated by the best doctors in the world. But if you, as the future heir of the family, are too indulgent in your personal ethics, the Gattuso family will suffer losses. "

After hearing this straightforward sermon, Caesar did not show disdain or say anything in one ear as usual. Instead, he nodded in agreement, and even wanted to applaud him:

"That makes so much sense. My dear uncle, for the sake of the honor of the Gattuso family, I suggest that you put my father under house arrest immediately and stop letting the Gattuso family pay for his bottomless pit of selfishness. ”

He spread his hands and made a very embarrassed look: "I don't want to inherit a family that leaks like a sieve when I grow up."

If you can, who wouldn't want to? !

Frost sighed deeply in his heart again. Previously, he thought that he had gained great power during his years as acting head of the family, and had successfully ousted the head of Pompeii who would only bring shame to the family.

Unexpectedly, on the day Pompeii rushed back after Caesar disappeared, the entire Gattuso family seemed to have collectively forgotten about him as the acting head of the family. They all relied on the other party's orders and tried their best to complete the tasks assigned by the other party.

Only then did he realize that it was just his fantasy to hold great power and seize power forcefully. In essence, he was a high-level agent who took care of the family on behalf of Pompeii.

No matter how much "heat" Pompeo's romantic affairs outside brought to the family, as long as it was not a principled mistake, or he did something that was intolerable to those old monsters, the position of the family would never be reincarnated. Come be Frost.

Because of this, when he noticed that Caesar had a tendency to transform into a demon king, he decisively found Pompeii and launched a series of discussions on the education of the future heirs of the family.

Frost said that high-pressure measures must be used to increase Caesar's sense of identity and honor for the family, while Pompeii said that qualified family heads cannot be imprinted with ideological stamps, and wanted Caesar to lead like the emperor in history. As the Gattuso family moves toward glory, they can only provide guidance in the general direction.

Both knew that Caesar's future was limitless, but the educational policies they proposed were completely different. In the end, neither brother could convince the other, but Frost, the acting head of the family, was so angry that he slammed the door and left.

Frost: Pompeii, you'll regret it!

Pompeii: Frost, I am the head of the family!

"Don't worry, now that I'm in charge of the family, there won't be any problems." Not wanting to mention that annoying playboy brother again, Frost ended the topic in a hurry and turned to focus on Caesar's studies:

"I heard from the housekeeper that you found a Chinese teacher?"

After the fiancée incident, Caesar threatened to travel to that crisis-ridden China to get Frost to relax his control.

In order to reassure the family, Caesar gave up the idea of ​​finding a Chinese teacher. Unexpectedly, he suddenly mentioned it again, which made Frost worry that his nephew was planning something else.

"Yeah, why, I want to learn another foreign language?" Caesar pressed one hand on the ten-meter-long dining table, tapping his slender fingers lightly on the table, and his sea-blue eyes were full of youthful thoughts. The emperor's pride was as if if the old man in power across from him dared to say "no", he would immediately turn his face and point his nose at the other person and curse, "How dare you teach me how to do things, old man?"

Stallion Pompeii is greedy for enjoyment and does not care about worldly affairs. You, Frost, are so powerful that you can dominate the world, but I, Caesar's stick...the trident is not a disadvantage either!

Seeing this, Frost, who has become mature as a man, sighed slightly in his heart.

He could finally see that this little lion, who was originally kept in captivity by Gattuso's family, had realized the real world after going out alone and his ambitions had been aroused, and it would be difficult to suppress them again.

In other words: the child is playing wild outside and is disobedient to discipline.

"No, it's just that the family has better resources. If you need it, I will ask the housekeeper to contact you later..."

"No need, I already have a suitable candidate." Without waiting for Frost to finish speaking, Caesar simply gave up the idea of ​​​​throwing people around him.

He had had enough of having people watching him no matter what he did.

"Huh?" Frost couldn't help but frowned when he heard this. He didn't understand how Caesar bypassed the Gattuso family and contacted his so-called Chinese teacher.

If you want to be the tutor of the Gattuso family, you must have status, knowledge and etiquette. Not everyone is qualified to teach the future head of the family.

Just looking at Caesar's expression of "I'm going to turn around and leave without playing tricks with you", it was obvious that he wasn't going to let him get too involved, so Frost could only put it aside for the time being and prepare to talk about it later. People go check out the details of Caesar’s Chinese teacher.

And Caesar was very satisfied when he saw that Frost knew what was going on without asking any questions. He turned his attention to the wooden boy next to him. His sea blue and ice blue eyes collided together, and the two blond boys saw something in each other's eyes. Curiosity and exploration:

"Why don't you introduce me, who is this?"

Since taking the Black King serum, Caesar's perception has been enhanced to an epic level.

Although the guy opposite who had a vague resemblance to his face always maintained a humble attitude, Caesar could still capture the fleeting aura of domineering on him.

A conservative estimate would be that the boy's bloodline would never be lower than his own before taking the serum.

interesting.

The family indeed had too many secrets that he didn't know.

A follower next to the acting head of the family has such an excellent bloodline, but how much unknown combat power is hidden behind his back?

Can he challenge Kassel alone, or the entire secret party?

Facing Caesar's probing gaze, Frost directly revealed Patsy's identity without hiding it:

"His name is Patsy. He is the secretary prepared by the family for you."

"Oh?" When Caesar heard this, the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper: "Since you are the secretary prepared for me, why are you with me?"

Do you want to brainwash him and place him next to you, so that he can subtly influence the future head of the family?

"He doesn't have the qualifications to be the head of the family's secretary, so I brought him to learn." Frost said calmly, "Of course, if you think I'm overstepping my authority, you can bring Percy to train him personally."

Through these few words, Caesar roughly understood Percy's position in Frost's eyes. He put down his hand that was supporting his chin, and he resumed his upright sitting posture. He looked directly into the old eyes opposite him and said word by word:

"Compared to the word 'training', I would rather see him convinced by my unparalleled leadership style, and voluntarily become my right-hand man on the road to the throne, and write a glorious chapter together."

It was a very second-year speech, but the effect was unexpectedly good.

Frost was very satisfied with the kingly aura Caesar showed at this moment, and Percy barely recognized this second-year brother.

Well, if nothing else, at least his arrogance and rebellion were only directed at those old things.

"In that case, you should stay with Caesar for the next few days, Percy." Frost decided on Percy's apparent ownership. Fearing that the troublesome nephew on the other side would cause trouble again, he was too lazy to give him more instructions and waved his hand to indicate that he could change his position.

And Percy also came to Caesar and bowed slightly: "Master Caesar, Percy Gattuso is at your service."

His voice was low and a little indifferent, obviously a novice secretary who had not been trained well, but Caesar was very satisfied with it:

"Very good, I will call you Percy from now on."

"My honor." Percy saluted with his chest, and then stood quietly behind Caesar, watching the uncle and nephew arguing while eating.

Although, from a different perspective, the mountain-like figure did not seem so unattainable.

...

After dinner, Caesar left with Percy like a general who had won a battle.

The Chinese teacher hired at a high price is ready and waiting for the first meeting in his study. As his secretary and attendant, Percy naturally has to accompany him to make progress.

Compared with Frost, the calculating old man, Caesar wants a secretary who is as righteous as himself and yearns for Love \u0026 Peace.

Percy also readily agreed to this. Before leaving the restaurant, the acting head of the family, Frost, gave him a look and asked him to keep an eye on the tutor who suddenly appeared.

If possible, it would be best to get some unknown information channels from Caesar in the future.

The two arrived at the study and saw a burly figure when they opened the door.

The moment this figure came into view, Percy's pupils shrank, his muscles tightened, and he subconsciously entered a state of alert.

This is a tall man, wearing a tight suit like the night, with his muscle contours perfectly set off. Under the black jazz hat, there are a pair of deep eyes that are as dark as the abyss and seem to swallow up all the light, and a face that is so handsome that it is difficult to describe in words.

Damn, are the security personnel of Gattuso's family just eating for free? !

Even if his emotions are suppressed, Percy still can't help but want to greet the parents and elders of the security personnel at this moment. If there are not two black holes in their eye sockets, they will never regard the man in front of them as a tutor, right?

Looking at the posture of pressing the brim of the hat with one hand, no matter how you look at it, he is a mafia killer, or the kind of top killer embryo who kills one person in five steps, kills without blinking, and has countless blood on his hands, right? !

As if he noticed his sight, the top killer embryo looked over, and Percy felt the pressure all over his body surge in an instant, and even fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

What he found most unbelievable was that even though he was sweating profusely, his young master was like nothing had happened, and introduced him enthusiastically:

"Percy, let me introduce you to you, the famous Chinese novelist and translator - Xia Di!"

"Of course, you can also call me by my public name..." Xia Di flicked the brim of his hat with his index finger, revealing a sunny and cheerful smile:

"Reborn."

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