In the dimly lit room, Pompeii opened his eyes deeply.

"Oh, dad, long time no see," said Caesar.

It took a few seconds before Pompeii, who had just woken up, understood the current situation and smiled helplessly: "It seems that I have been killed by justice?"

"To be honest, even if you don't talk about the destruction you have done behind the scenes, just counting your scum and thief behavior, you deserve to be destroyed several times." Caesar moved a chair and sat down, as if questioning.

In fact, Caesar is indeed interrogating now. This is a secret stronghold in Cassel in South America, but now it is very busy everywhere, so naturally no one cares about it.

Originally, due to the tight manpower, the secret party did not arrange the task of pursuing the Gattuso family, but Caesar has been doing this silently for the past few days. With his understanding of his father, he successfully went to a secret in South America.

I squatted in the bar, knocked him down with one blow, and brought him here.

"As a matter of fact, the son is the one who knows the most about my father. It seems that I am not unfair to be arrested," said Pompeii.

"Are you considered abandoned by those old people?" Caesar was puzzled.

He had no hope of squatting here at Pompeii. After all, the entire Gattuso family, except himself, was on the blacklist of the secret party, unless the group of old people ran away with a Saigon iron fist.

Pompeii beat the helicopter, otherwise he would never have appeared in a remote and hidden South American bar no matter how he thought about it.

But Caesar came, perhaps because he was in the lottery mentality, or maybe because his father and son really had a good relationship, and he really squatted here to Pompeii who was drinking alone.

"Take some wine out first, and then help me untie the rope, otherwise I won't reveal any news, hum!" Pompeii looked arrogant.

Facing his father's consciousness of being a prisoner, Caesar was not angry at all, but immediately took out a sufficiently high-end whiskey and two cups from the side, although his expression was disgusted throughout the whole process.

Soon, the sound of two people clinking glasses sounded.

"Don't think too deeply about the Gattuso family. It's just a small branch of the Presbyterian Church, but it is precisely because of its margins that it survives the fall of Niedhog and develops to what it is today

"Pompeii said slowly with alcohol, without any intention of running away.

"This is acknowledging the guess that "The Black King Parasitism"?" Caesar asked.

"It's almost the same, but the elders dominate this body, and the Black King's personality is also the totality of these elders' personalities. The life body that is parasitized, that is, Niedhog, does not actually have their own consciousness.

It's just a glorious empty shell."

"This is what those old man wanted to do to me? I hope I will become a large robot that obeys them?" Caesar frowned.

"Of course not. Although the ancestors are indeed the old immortals who should kill thousands of swords, they are not that cruel to you." Pompeii smiled dryly, "This magical technology has been gradually improved since its birth, to you

This is the third generation. The ancestors learned from the fall of Niedhog and decided to use their own bloodline descendants as parasitic targets, so that the parasitic characteristics would be better."

"To achieve this goal, our ancestors have been carefully selecting marriage partners since the Middle Ages to improve their bloodlines, and finally, you are a qualified person."

"From the day you were born, our ancestors saw a special pattern in your ice blue eyes, which was a proof of your qualifications, so they happily gave Caesar's name, hoping that you could

Like that great monarch, lead the tribe members back to the top of the world."

"If you really become the Black King, your self-importance will be very large. Unless all the other ancestors pass unanimously, they can interfere with you."

"The ancestors' education is also an indispensable supporting link. I want to build you into an object that conforms to their aesthetics. Now it seems that their education is quite successful. You are proud, you are a second-year student, spend money like soil, understand art, and philosophy.

, Understand leadership and women, there is almost no difference between them and the emperor they dream of, except that sometimes the justice point makes them a little dissatisfied."

"They certainly wouldn't have thought that it was your justice.

The superiors made their plans look like a ghost."

"So now you have heard the true intentions of your ancestors. Do you feel sorry? I missed the opportunity to sit on the throne of the world." Pompeii asked straight.

Caesar was a little shaken, but then he felt relieved: "Yes, it's a pity. I thought you were rushing to empty me, but I didn't expect that those old people were so happy and were willing to share so much with me.

."

"There's no way, then good son, you can only be silent. Daddy, I can't help you."

"But, I still answer." Caesar's eyes were stern, "I'm sure that if all this really happened, the person with great power was definitely not the person I am now. I will definitely regret ten thousand more than now.

Time."

"As for my current pity, let it be a pity. Maybe one day when I get old, I will release a memoir and reveal that I once had a pity and tell everyone that Caesar Gattuso is not one

A perfect person, he occasionally has evil thoughts."

After hearing this, Pompeii blew a whistle of praise and raised his glass: "Cheers to your justice, my good son!"

Caesar clinked cups symbolically: "The topic has not been finished yet, don't rush to praise me... Since I am already a perfect qualified partner, why do you agree to my marriage with Nuonuo? It's because of the Chen family

Bloodline?”

"Absolutely, we didn't know Chen Motong's background at the beginning, so we opposed you pursuing her. But later, as our communication with the Chen family gradually deepened, we realized that all this was not that simple."

"The Chen family is also a branch of the Presbyterian Church."

Caesar was not too shocked at this answer, but just said calmly.

"I guessed it long ago?" Pompeii was a little disappointed.

"Not only did I guess it long ago, but I also guessed that the Chen family's person is much taller than our Gattuso, right?" Caesar took it for granted.

So far, except for the extraordinary success of the blood explosion level, Caesar did not think that Gattuso's Presbyterian bloodline had any advantages, and the Chen family's special advantages were beyond the other.

In the eyes of the outside world, his marriage with Nuonuo was the highlight of the Chen family, but when it comes to real, Caesar felt that it was not an exaggeration to change his surname and marry into his family.

"Yes, in the Presbyterian Church, the Chen family is much higher than Gattuso's position. Unfortunately, they were seriously damaged in the fall of Niedhog and could not produce combat talents for a long time, so for a long time

In the past, their size was still small."

"The Chen family is also doing the same thing as us, nurturing qualified offspring. For example, you also know that Mr. Chen has many children, most of whom were not even given birth to him personally, but were cultivated using IVF technology

Chen Motong is one of the scientific products and the most perfect child.”

When Caesar heard the word IVF, he smiled sarcastically: "Everyone hates Hullzog, and everyone is Hullzog."

Thinking about this, Patsy should have been born like this, right? It was not in the body of a mother, but in a cold and gray underground laboratory.

"Well, in short, you are our most perfect descendant, and Chen Motong is the beautiful girl of the Chen family. We are all guys who have mastered the ultimate secrets of the world. It's hard not to meet each other."

"So, what you think is that the child I gave birth to after marriage with Nuonuo will be more in line with your requirements?"

"Yes, you are naturally a perfect score for your ancestors, and Chen Motong is your additional score. On the basis of pursuing full scores, ancestors are happy to attack additional questions, but once the additional questions threaten full scores, ancestors will also

I will naturally give up the full mark."

After talking about this topic, many of the mysteries in Caesar's mind were solved, and he felt relieved.

"But you still haven't talked about your current situation. Have you been given up by those old people?" Caesar asked again.

"That's not, but I don't want to answer their calls, so I just came out alone to wander around."

Caesar was stunned.

"If your soul background is, then my soul background should be free." Pompeii swung half a glass of wine, "I don't want to have that kind of fullness

The life of the world being hunted by the Secret Party is not necessarily successful in the end, so it is better to just wander around the place you like and wait for a mysterious bullet that comes from nowhere to end my life...

This is Pompeii Gattuso's lifestyle."

Caesar pondered: "I have a little respect for you. I will consider including today's conversation in my future memoirs."

In addition to famous wines, Caesar also prepared cigars, which Pompeii still took without hesitation, and the conversation scene between the two also came from indoors to outdoors.

It's dark night now, and the cold air in the deep mountains is very heavy, but the stars are unexpectedly beautiful.

"The King of Sky and Wind, Bondalev... His real name is still unknown, so let's call it this first. His purpose is to resurrect Niedhog, I call him fundamentalism

The Black King Sect." Pompeii spit out a breath of white mist.

"Is it a resurrection similar to the kind of resurrection that Helzorge replaced the White King?"

"Yes, and he can undoubtedly do better."

"He has the location of the Black King's remains?"

"Of course, it's the remains of the Black King Niedhog, not the parasitic presbyterian church of the ancestors."

"I still don't quite understand what the Black King is, does it refer to the huge dragon body of that mountain? Or is it a specific life like the White King?"

"The ancestors are not very clear, I know less. The only thing that can be sure is that it will be more difficult next... Good son, come on!" Pompeii suddenly encouraged.

"I'm sorry, the next battle is probably not something I can intervene with your good son." Caesar also lit a cigar.

"What? You're actually showing weakness? Tell me quickly, who can replace you to the final battlefield?"

"Xiziyue." Caesar thought seriously.

The name surprised Pompeii, but after careful consideration, he didn't think anything was wrong: "Do you know her details?"

"Chu Zihang told me that she was the artificial black king on another timeline... In short, it sounds quite scary. Maybe the title "My sister-in-law is the artificial black king" will

It's very popular." Caesar smoked calmly, his fingers trembled slightly.

"Artificial...Black King?" Pompeii was stunned. "Where is she now? She was worshipped by everyone in Kassel's base camp?"

"I don't know, but it's likely that it's in her hometown... a world that is likely to have been destroyed."

Caesar recalled the scene at that time, when Xiziyue held Nuonuo's hand, the dragon script began to take effect.

Like a cocoon, something like a branch grew from the tips of Nuonu's hair, surrounding them in an instant.

The process did not last long, and the surging of the branches stopped and the branches and leaves began to wither.

A gust of wind blew, and the branches surrounding the two of them were gently weathered, but only Nuonuo was left inside, and Xiziyue disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!