Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The Gattuso family, regardless of age or gender, all believe in Catholicism.

It sounds incredible, but it is true.

In Europe, especially in a country like Italy with a strong religious atmosphere, having the same faith as the public is definitely more beneficial than harmful.

Therefore, even the Gattuso family, which inherits the blood of the dragon, has put on a coat called believers.

Because they donate a considerable amount of money every year, the Gattuso family has a high status among Catholic believers.

When Caesar's mother passed away, the Gattuso family not only arranged her funeral in the Milan Cathedral, but also asked the Pope to preside over it personally, and finally the coffin was enshrined in the church.

This is simply the supreme honor for believers.

But Caesar never thought so.

At his mother's funeral, he was the only one who was really sad about her death, and the other members were all happy to get rid of a big trouble.

Even after the funeral, they couldn't wait to hold a celebration party.

Shaking off these unpleasant memories, Caesar walked through the silent Milan Cathedral and came to the chapel deep inside without any obstruction.

Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath, and at the moment of pushing the door, he wanted to tidy up his hair, clothes and tie again.

But it was too late.

The warm light in the church seeped out from the open gap, and Caesar seemed to hear some kind of sacred chanting, or the sound of white doves/angels flapping their wings.

Pushing the door open, he walked in with flowers in his hands.

The first thing that caught his eye was the statue of the Virgin Mary standing in the center of the church. The great woman who gave birth to Jesus had a gentle look and quietly looked in the direction of the door.

In the past, Caesar's first glance after entering the door would fall on the statue of the Virgin Mary, and the second glance would fall on the exquisite sarcophagi on both sides of the passage.

But today, his sight fell on the person standing in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary with his back to the door from the beginning.

It was a young woman in a plain gauze robe with long curly light golden hair.

Hearing the movement behind her, she turned around, revealing a delicate face covered by a white veil.

If there were priests or nuns from the Milan Cathedral, or volunteers who often came to the church to help, they would definitely find that this beautiful lady looked exactly like the most noble and mysterious believer buried in the church.

Caesar looked at the face covered by the veil, and the pair of ice-blue eyes like his own. He seemed to be overwhelmed by the huge surprise and excitement, and stood there motionless.

The woman in a plain gauze robe turned around, gently took off the veil on her face, and showed the face that amazed the world to Caesar.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and a light blush appeared in her eyes. Looking at the boy at the door who had grown taller than her, she smiled and said:

"Long time no see, my little Caesar has grown so big."

The voice trembled slightly, but the tenderness in the words overwhelmed everything.

Caesar couldn't remember how long he hadn't cried. It seemed that he hadn't shed a tear since the person in front of him left.

But at this moment, after many years, he heard these extremely gentle words again, and warm liquid still inevitably flowed down his cheeks.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Mom."

Holding the flowers, Caesar stepped forward step by step, stretched out his hand, and hugged her tightly as he did when he was a child:

"Welcome back, Mom."

Gulveig hugged her son's broad shoulders, tears welled up in her eyes, and flowed down her unpainted cheeks, wetting Caesar's shoulders.

She reached out and stroked her son's soft golden hair, and her voice was full of joy: "Well, Mom is back."

After a long hug, the mother and son finally separated.

Caesar handed the bouquet of lilies in his hand to his mother, with an embarrassed look on his face: "Sorry, Mom, I came late, the flower shop is closed, and there are no white roses you like."

Every year in the past, he would buy a bouquet of white roses at a fixed flower shop on the corner.

"No, as long as it's from you, Mom likes it." Guerveig chuckled, took the lilies that symbolize the greatness of maternal love, and her gentle eyes fell on Caesar's handsome face, as if she could never see enough.

She reached out and stroked his cheek, and said softly: "Caesar, can you tell Mom what you have experienced in these years?"

Like every mother who cares about her children, she didn't care how she came back to life, but just wanted to know whether the child was doing well in the years she was away.

Caesar chuckled: "Of course."

In the sanctuary, the mother and son's gentle words echoed, mostly the blond boy's talk, and the gentle woman listened carefully.

I don't know how long it has been, and the conversation between the mother and son finally came to an end.

This is the resting place of the deceased after all, so it is better not to disturb the rest of the people.

Gulvegar, wearing a plain gauze robe, took Caesar's hand and walked towards the main entrance of Milan Cathedral.

"Mom, I plan to let Mr. Xia be my godfather, what do you think?"

Caesar suddenly asked this question when he was close to the gate.

In the West, the godfather is equivalent to the second guardian of the child.

Many children in Italy have to go to the church for baptism after they are born, and the biological father designates a person as the child's godfather, and that person is often his most trusted friend.

But the Gattuso family was too powerful, and Caesar was the man destined to lead the Gattuso family to glory. There was no one worthy of being his godfather.

Therefore, this position has always been vacant.

Gurweger nodded slightly, expressing his unconditional support for his decision.

She had heard a Chinese saying before, which made sense:

The tower near the water gets the moon first.

From the conversation just now, she could tell that her precious son seemed to have a lover, and he was originally engaged to someone.

The West is no more conservative and reserved than the East. She only knows what her son likes, so she must help him get it!

The Gattuso family is already on the verge of destruction. She will not and cannot let her son take over this mess. If she can live in China in the future, it may be a good choice.

Pushing open the church door, Caesar found that the Bugatti Veyron was still parked in place, but Xia Di in the driver's seat had disappeared.

He stepped forward to check and found a note on the steering wheel, which was a message from Xia Di.

"What's wrong?" Gullweger asked curiously.

"It's okay, it's just that he went back to help deal with the Gattuso family's affairs."

Caesar put the note in his pocket, opened the passenger seat and wanted to invite his mother to get in the car, but his hand was grabbed the next second.

Gurweger took out the note from his pocket and glanced at it, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "You are not good."

Pushing Caesar to the passenger seat and putting the flowers in his arms, Gurweger sat in the driver's seat and started the Bugatti Veyron.

…

Rome, Gattuso's castle on the hillside.

Frost woke up faintly, feeling sore and achy all over his body, as if he had been stuffed into a cupboard and locked up all night.

Opening the door and looking around, he found that he was still in the study, and the memory before "sleeping" also emerged at this moment.

"Caesar, this guy is so ridiculous!"

"And that guy named Fingel!"

Frost felt that his blood pressure was a little high when he thought about being tied up in that shameful appearance last night.

Just when I was about to take some antihypertensive medicine to relieve my pain, I heard a creak from the study door, and then a guy with a chicken leg in his mouth pushed in and said, "Ah, what's wrong with me?"

Following the sound, Frost discovered that it was Fingel who came in. This guy was holding Happy Water in one hand and dragging Pompeii into a caterpillar with the other.

This guy must have been tortured to extract a confession, his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Seeing this, Frost's veins popped out on his forehead. He resisted the urge to open the drawer and grab a gun, and said in a deep voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Slay the dragon, what else can you do?" Fingel looked at the acting head of the family with a look that looked like a fool, and threw Pom Caterpillar Bay into the corner. He took out a USB flash drive and threw it to Frost. .

"Read it for yourself, it contains everything you want to know."

Frost was stunned when he heard this, and glanced at Fingel suspiciously. Seeing that he didn't express anything at all, he sat on the sofa and started to chew on his super pistol leg. He also drank two sips of Coke from time to time. He temporarily relaxed and checked.

In order to prevent the family secrets from being leaked, he wanted to cut off the Internet, but when he thought about the time he was in coma, he knew everything there was to know about the secrets, so he didn't bother with it. He plugged in the USB flash drive and watched the only video inside. document.

The characters and places in the video are all familiar, including Pompeii and his studio.

But the content was very unfamiliar. Pompeii was talking about the Dragon King, Odin, the assassination of the Laurent family, the resurrection of the White King, the Devouring Dragon Bone Cross...

It was a series of nouns that he clearly knew what they were when viewed separately, but when they were all connected, he couldn't understand them at all.

Co-author: I, the acting head of the family, are really just a high-level wage earner. I am only responsible for some superficial decisions. I have never heard of major matters that really affect the survival of the family!

"You see." Fingel wiped his mouth after eating, burped, and sat on the sofa in a mafia negotiation posture:

"There are two paths before you now. One is to report to the secret party and wait for the trial of the Kassel school board and the Senate. If you choose this path, you can avoid death and surrender voluntarily. It should be taken care of after a few years of detention.”

"What about the second one?" Frost didn't quite believe it, but considering that the Gattuso family had been secretly provoking the Abraham blood contract for so many years, he couldn't help but believe it.

After all, many things cannot withstand investigation. Once they are investigated, some people may be shot a hundred times without regret.

"The second one is this." Fingel took out a gun, slapped it on the coffee table, and handed it to Frost:

"Kill Pompeii Gattuso, and from today on you will be the head of the Gattuso family."

Banning Pompeii and becoming the head of Gattuso's family can be said to be Frost's ultimate ideal.

However, what could be easily accomplished by just pulling the trigger at this moment only made his heart flutter for a moment, and then he quickly suppressed it.

"What about Caesar? He is the real heir of the family!"

"You don't need to worry about this. He has his own plans."

"He wants to break away from the Gattuso family?!" Frost's face became extremely solemn. He had always known that Caesar had deep resentment against the family because of Gullweger's death.

At that time, he felt that Caesar had wronged the family and did not understand the family's good intentions. Now after watching the video of Pompeii's confession, he realized how wrong he was.

Thinking of what Caesar blurted out when he was angry, he would change his name from Caesar Gattuso to Caesar Gullweger when he grows up.

I originally thought it was just a child's fantasy, but I never expected that it would become a reality in just a few years.

"That was his decision, and you have no right to interfere."

"But he has half the blood of the Gattuso family!"

"It's hard for you to say such things after watching the video." Fingel rolled his eyes, "The only thing we can be sure of now is that Caesar was indeed born from his mother's belly.

As for who his bloodline comes from, it is still unknown, but I feel that it has nothing to do with your Gattuso family."

As soon as these words came out, Frost choked instantly, and the whole person collapsed in the office chair, feeling that the whole person was much older.

He really loves his family, and he really wants to run the Gattuso family better, and then hand it over to Caesar to let him lead his people to the top of the world.

But he didn't expect that he had been kept in the dark for so many years, and the career and family he fought for were all for others.

"Okay, stop looking so sad. People who don't know will think something has happened to you." Finkel rolled his eyes. "You are still strong anyway, so why not try your best to produce another heir."

As far as he knows, Frost is an old bachelor who has never been married in his life, and he doesn't know what the story is.

Could it be that if he gets married, has children, and also serves as the acting head of the family, Caesar will become the same person as Mingfei?

Finkel's mind was full of ideas, wondering if there were other reasons for Lu Mingfei's parents' departure.

But Frost seemed to have not heard his bad idea, and still sat there doubting his life.

It is understandable. After all, not only did he suffer the double betrayal of his ideals and family, but his nephews and nephews who had high hopes also planned to open a household registration booklet and stamp it with the national emblem of another country.

This kind of pain of becoming a lonely person overnight is indeed not something that ordinary people can accept, especially for a loyal person like him who devotes everything to his family. It would be a good thing if he didn't give up on himself and hang himself on a crooked tree.

Finkel rolled his eyes slightly, looked around, dragged the sofa to the desk, and whispered:

"In fact, there is a turning point. Caesar does not want to be the heir of the Gattuso family, but it does not mean that his children cannot be."

Hearing this, Frost's eyes showed some spirit, and he looked up at the man in front of him who looked like a husky who was plotting to destroy the family.

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, I know you are a thief." Finkel laughed twice, leaned close to Frost's ear and whispered, and as his expression became more and more obscene, Frost's eyes became brighter and brighter.

It seems that he has seen a smooth road that can make the Gattuso family rise again.