The answer to the question of how long it takes for a European family to become aristocrat is uncertain.
But as George Orwell said in his novel "1984", whoever controls the present can control the past.
The path to wealth of the Gattuso family illustrates this point well. A hundred years ago, this gangster family was still the emperor of Sicily.
Today, a hundred years later, it seems that he has washed away the dark history of the past, replaced the blood-stained Chicago typewriter in his hand with an elegant double-barreled shotgun, and became a so-called aristocratic family in Europe.
With just some small contributions and unknown transactions, in Italy, a land without a royal family, the Gattuso family easily rewrote its own history, adding several count and prince-level ancestors to itself.
Caesar does not shy away from this kind of history. In fact, the power of mixed races seems to be strong, but before World War II, most mixed-race families were like the Gattuso family, hiding in the dark and not daring to show off.
Even the leader of the Camarilla before Angers was only a viscount in the Second German Empire.
It was not until World War II, when Angers led the Camarilla to join the Allied Forces, that these mixed-race families gradually emerged from the darkness and took advantage of the construction of Europe to develop vigorously, thus giving birth to noble children one after another.
"So don't look at it that everyone seems to be European aristocrats. In fact, most of them developed like Gattuso." Caesar unceremoniously exposed his background in front of Lu Mingfei.
"Boss, are you really okay with saying that?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised: "I shouldn't know about this kind of thing, right?"
"I wouldn't tell you this before," Caesar hugged Lu Mingfei and walked to the side: "But it's different now. As a man who can push me down, you should have more confidence.
Don’t let those people’s pretensions fool you, they’re nothing special.”
"Push down is not the right word," Lu Mingfei complained, "Boss, why are you telling me this?"
"Because Mr. Ander taught me a truth, the so-called family is not worth mentioning, glory still depends on one's own force." Caesar said this, pushing Lu Mingfei to stand in the center of the field.
"Everyone!" Caesar stood in the center of the hall. The light from the crystal lamp above his head shone on the floor, reflecting a dazzling light. His voice broke the low noise in the venue, and everyone in the student union stopped communicating.
Looking at the two young boys in the middle of the field.
"I believe you all know what happened this morning," Caesar's voice was critical and steady, with a hint of youthful vigor: "I lost, defeated by our new S-class."
The atmosphere at the scene was very silent. At that moment, Lu Mingfei almost thought that Caesar was going to break the cup as a sign, and then hundreds of big men ran out and chopped him into dumpling fillings.
"But S-class joined us, so..." Caesar's eyes flashed happily:
"It's still a victory for our student union!"
After a moment of silence, huge cheers echoed in the hall.
"Yahoo!"
"Caesar!"
"S-level!"
This group of handsome men and beauties took off their disguises, waved their hands and cheered. The king of the lions may fail, but as long as new blood joins, the lions will continue to grow.
Caesar waved his hand, and the cheering boys and girls in the hall suddenly stopped. The lions were waiting for the Lion King's order.
"Soon, I will go out to perform tasks. Just like the previous president, Little Beowulf, use my fist to punch out the honor that belongs to our student union!" Caesar raised his right fist, hammered it hard on the chest, and made a dull sound.
The sound was like a lion's roar.
"Caesar!" the crowd cheered. For the students of Kassel, there is nothing more glorious than fighting. Every outstanding executive commissioner must have been stained with the blood of Deadpool during his college years.
"Cheer, everyone, for me, for S-class, and for the student council!"
Caesar's speech was short, but it stirred up the most basic sense of community among these young people. The crowd cheered and crowded towards the center of the hall, wanting to touch the two people glowing in the middle.
Lu Mingfei felt that there were people above and below him, and his hand seemed to have become some kind of treasure. These nobles in suits and ties were queuing up to hold his hand.
"Mr. Lu, I am from the Sprout family..."
"Hello, Lou, I'm from the Dumbledore family..."
"Mr. Lu Mingfei, the Magni family..."
It seemed that everyone couldn't wait to introduce themselves. The girl's eyes were flashing and very vague, but Lu Mingfei felt that they would pounce on them in the next second.
The soothing music sounded just right, and the crowd dispersed like water as if they had been ordered. Lu Mingfei was a little at a loss, but saw that these people had already prepared, and a man and a woman were paired together.
At the beginning, the senior girl in the white dress with blond hair was standing in front of her, stretching out her slender hand to Lu Mingfei: "I am the dance leader Isabel, do you want to dance?"
Lu Mingfei looked at the senior who invited him and instinctively wanted to accept, but a gentle little hand had already held him back.
Lu Mingfei already knew who it was. He puffed up his chest and shook his head at the long-legged senior in front of him.
"Sorry, senior, I have a dance partner." Lu Mingfei showed an apologetic smile to Isabel, turned to smile at Ling who was holding his hand, followed the example of the dance partners next to him, and hugged him
Zero waist.
"Actually, I can't dance," Lu Mingfei said a little uneasy, and Ling's height of less than 1.6 meters and childish face gave him the illusion that he was raising a child.
"I will teach you." Zero said firmly, just like the Christmas Eve in the past, when Zero suddenly appeared next to him and taught her the dance, the past and the present were intertwined, weaving an intoxicating picture.
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This doesn't fit into a certain little devil's script, but the script has long been messed up, leaving Zero free rein.
In the corner of the dance party, Fingel and Lu Li stayed together and jointly attacked a salmon.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Ander really cured you." Fingel looked at the girl who was gorging on food, as kindly as he looked at his own child.
"Uncle is very good, even though he talks a lot, I can talk now." Lu Li chewed a piece of cold salmon. The cold texture made her, who was used to eating cooked food, frown: "This doesn't taste good."
Fingel smiled and brought her a plate of cake, and smiled fondly: "This is delicious, red velvet cake."
"Are you going to dance later? I'm quite good at tango." Fingel took advantage of Lu Li to eat the cake and swept up the salmon sashimi, pointing at the crowd at the dance and asked.
"This is different from what I thought." Lu Li looked at the boys and girls dancing in the venue and licked the cream on her lips.
"What do you think?"
"A big dance floor, with a bright light ball on top, and people below doing weird moves, as well as alcohol, drugs, and abuse..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Fingel felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead: "Where did you see it?"
"4chan, there are a lot of weird people on there, saying things I don't understand." Lu Li stuck a piece of cake with a fork, put it into his mouth with a slurp, and said vaguely: "But there are also many people who like dragons.
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Fingel felt that the clothes on his back were wet with sweat. He wiped the sweat from his head and muttered in a low voice:
"Mr. Ander will definitely kill me if he finds out."