Chapter five hundred and forty-two: the dragonfly spreads its wings
In the wine cellar of Cassel Manor, two young men from the Gattuso family met like this. They looked at each other, and sparks seemed to fly in the air, making the atmosphere instantly anxious.
"How long did it take for you to find out?" Caesar looked directly into Patsy's eyes, but quietly stretched his hand to his waist.
As the person in the team who most needs to conceal his identity, Caesar has been suppressing his crazy personality these days, living in seclusion and never letting his face be caught on camera.
According to the information collected by the Executive Department, it is impossible for Patsy to know that he is here.
Patsy saw Caesar's movements, but did not stop him. He just replied calmly: "From the beginning."
"From the beginning?" Caesar tilted his head and said with some confusion: "Your speaking spirit is not a prophet."
"You don't need the spirit of speech," Patsy said with a very relaxed expression, "I just need a little memory that others don't have."
After saying that, he opened his sleeves and showed the dragon scales on his arms. Caesar's eyes narrowed, and then he relaxed.
"The moment I saw Chen Motong being taken away, I knew that person would not be Lu Mingfei, but you." Passi looked directly into Caesar's eyes and calmly analyzed: "And you don't
Maybe if I only do this one thing, I will definitely come here, to Cassel Manor."
"I've been waiting for you here since yesterday. It seems I succeeded."
Caesar did not respond, but looked at the brass scales on Patsy's arm and said with some emotion:
"You have also become a Dragonborn. I remember that Mr. Ender just gave that technology to Gattuso not long ago."
"Yes, but the family has always been very radical in this kind of thing."
Caesar released the pistol from his waist, put his other hand behind his back, and took a step forward with a warm smile on his face, as if he was really ready to have a good chat with his brother.
"Then you must have felt the change. How are you feeling?"
"I talk more, which is not a good sign." Patsy frowned, and then smiled: "But because of this, my thinking has become more flexible and I no longer stick to rules."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Caesar and said to his brother in a child-like tone: "Go back with me, Caesar. It's time to end this farce."
"Why?"
"The disappearance of Angers and Ender is an opportunity for the family to rise, and you, who inherit their legacy, will be the new king." Passy's face was calm, as if a machine was stating its goal: "Doing this will be good for the family.
Most beneficial."
"Is this what you think, to ignore my former teacher and let me return to the family?" Caesar seemed to be holding back a ball of fire in his heart. How could he not understand what Patsy meant? He obviously wanted to give up Angers and Ander.
, relying on the legacy they left behind to make Gattuso great again.
"I have already kept the technical details of the Blood of Bahamut in mind," Percy said with the same cold expression: "You just need to return to the family and stand at the front desk to lead us forward."
"You are a born leader, Caesar. Come back, you can have it all."
Patsy's tone did not fluctuate at all, but he still sincerely extended his hand and extended an invitation to Caesar.
As the shadow of the family, he has been educated since childhood to serve the family. Even though he has some different memories now, Patsy's mind has never changed.
He is Caesar's shadow, and Caesar will become Gattuso's king.
As for the other party's current resistance, it is just a small rebellious period of young people. After all, Caesar is still an older middle school child.
Facing Patsy's invitation, Caesar raised his eyebrows in surprise, still smiling, but the movements between his eyebrows and eyes were a little more sarcastic.
"Sure enough, you don't know anything." Caesar looked at Percy, feeling for the first time that his serious brother was a little naive.
But he didn't say anything more. Percy is a very stubborn guy, and so is he. Neither party is likely to be convinced by the other, and it is precisely because of this that they can stand above the family.
"You don't seem to have a gun, so I won't use it." Caesar dropped the pistol on the ground, waved his hand to Nuonuo to stay away, picked up the pumpkin hammer in his hand, and pointed the hammer head at Percy: "Then let's fight with him.
Come and talk."
Nono pulled away obediently. This was a battle between men. No one could intervene or stop it.
Percy clenched the hunting knife in his hand. The hunting knife named Augustus shone with a cold light. Today, this knife would open its fangs at the heir of the family and drink the other's blood.
call!
In this almost suffocating air, a gust of wind suddenly arose. In the dim light, it was difficult to tell who made the first move. Only the footsteps and the crisp sound of the collision with metal could be heard:
Ding!
Passy's figure was very flexible, and with the hunting knife in his hand, which was between a dagger and a dagger, he launched an attack from Caesar's side.
Caesar swung the hammer in his hand, held Patsy's hunting knife on the handle of the hammer, and then swung it vigorously.
Clang!
An unparalleled force came from the handle of the hammer, uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Passi's arm was blocked, and it was this moment that revealed some flaws in him.
Caesar tightened his arms, twisted his body, and then exerted force.
Damn it!
The shoulder carrying huge force hit Patsy's chest. At this moment, a sudden force burst out from between the two, violently pushing away the pretending Caesar.
Bang, bang!
Caesar's body flew backward uncontrollably and hit the wine barrel behind him. The wine splashed instantly, and a charming aroma of wine filled the air.
"Yan Ling? Dustless land..."
Caesar stood up holding the broken wine barrel under him. The sudden force just now was clearly Patsy's voice spirit? In the dust-free land, the realm created by the voice spirit violently pushed away everything in it, creating only the existence of
In the mythical dustless land.
"Caesar, come back with me, before you get hurt." Percy walked out of the smoke and dust, his black suit spotless, but his blue eyes had already turned golden.
"That's not possible. I still have a lot of things to do." Caesar stood up, moved his shoulders, touched his chest and said, "Since you use the spirit of speech, don't blame me for being rude."
"Let you see what I got back then!"
Caesar grabbed the longevity lock hanging around his neck, took it off, and threw it to Nono aside.
The moment the longevity lock left his body, Caesar's figure suddenly grew. The hidden dragon horns stretched out from the top of his head and were worn on his head like a crown. Even in this dim underground, the golden scales were still visible.
Still sparkling.
This is the golden dragon known as the "Imperial Dragon", the true form of its descendant.
In this dim underground wine cellar, in this space filled with the aroma of wine, a young dragon slowly spread its wings.