Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"Five minutes, what's the matter?"

Caesar was as calm as water, looking directly at Pompeii who appeared in front of him.

He wears suits and leather shoes, has a smile on his face, and has the gentle and jade-like appearance of a handsome young man.

This is a very rare thing. In Caesar's eyes, Pompeii, who has always been a stud, actually has time to find himself instead of picking up girls.

While Caesar was thinking about what was going on, Pompeii happily threw a black card to Caesar.

"What's the meaning?"

"Son, it's your birthday recently. This is the birthday gift dad prepared for you."

"A black card?" Caesar covered his forehead.

It was the same birthday gift as before, but as expected, it contained a series of zero bank balances.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar threw the black card back to Pompey: "I don't need it."

"This is not a simple black card." Pompeo picked up the black card and rotated it.

"Caesar, do you believe in gravity?"

"I believe."

"Sure enough, you don't, no, wait, how do you believe it?"

Pompey choked and looked directly at Caesar.

After seeing Caesar's casual look on your face, I just watched you silently. Pompeii laughed twice to ease his own embarrassment.

"What exactly are you going to say?"

"Well, just some small things."

"What a trivial matter."

"For example, let's let you go back and inherit the Gattuso family..."

"I reject."

"Well, it's true again." Pompeii waved his hand helplessly, having expected this.

"But Caesar, Caesar, are you really unwilling to return to the Gattuso family?"

As long as you come back, your current small-scale Egyptian operation will receive the full support of the Gattuso family.

Pompey did not say these words, and both he and Caesar understood what they meant.

"Are you done?" Caesar stood up, turned and left.

But before taking a few steps, Caesar stopped after Pompeii said "I am the Dragon King".

"Why are you having trouble again?"

"No, I am really the Dragon King, and I am also the Dragon King of the sky and wind."

Pompeii stretched out his hand to support his chin and watched Caesar's expression change several times before returning to his original position.

"You said you are the Dragon King."

"Yes, the real Dragon King of Sky and Wind." Pompeii paused and then added.

"But my authority has been taken away by my brother."

"Pompey, are you kidding me?" Caesar clenched his fingers, veins popping out.

A stallion who has been picking up girls outside all year round, having sex with women from all walks of life every day, and living a luxurious and evil life, suddenly one day said to you - son, I am Namo Digao from M78 Nebula. Termanfo.

You are my son, come and inherit my family property!

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

"Not really." Pompeii shook his head, then reached out and threw the black card to Caesar again.

"I think about it, what should I say? It seems that there is nothing to say, it is just the same trivial things, day after day, year after year."

"What are you talking about! You are the Dragon King!"

Caesar stood up violently, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Pompey's sleeves, his eyes burning.

"Dragon King, Caesar, you don't know what the real history is, and you don't understand what the essence of the Dragon King represents." Pompeii stretched out his hand and pried open Caesar's fingers, his tone filled with extra hesitation and melancholy.

"...Myths are back, history, no, legends are about to return to reality."

"..."

"The old gods in history have begun to return." Pompeii's eyes were deep, as if he was watching the return of a group of "old friends".

The grudges and grievances in the past need to be settled again now.

Caesar controlled his mood and loosened his fingers.

He found that he didn't seem to understand this stallion at all, and his character was obscured by layers of unreliable paint.

In Caesar's memory, Pompeii was a complete stallion, constantly reproducing life, and a mobile fort.

But now, he calls himself the Dragon King of the Sky and Wind. So, putting aside these so-called stereotypes, what kind of person is Pompeii?

Caesar didn't know the answer and wanted to ask, but the words were unknowingly turned into another question: "What does the return of myth mean?"

"Norse mythology, Chinese mythology, Egyptian mythology...the contents described in these mythological stories will all return. Maybe you can see those heroes in history."

"Wait, no, I'll take it slow." Caesar took a deep breath and quickly compared the relevant memories in his mind.

Nordic mythology is a required course for mixed-race students at Kassel Academy, and they can already recite it.

"The black dragon Hognid who gnaws the world, no, you are saying that the Nordic God King Odin is real!"

In Norse mythology, Odin is a one-eyed god. He wears an eagle helmet and golden armor, holds the eternal spear Gangnir, and wears the golden ring of Dropnir. He sits on a place with a view of the nine realms. On the high throne. At his feet were two ferocious wolves, Kili and Kulich, ready to protect him. On his shoulders are two ravens, Fokine and Wuni, who fly across the nine realms and return to report to Odin.

In Ragnarok, in order to cope with the coming of the end, Odin and the demon wolf Fenrir died in the throb.

"Not entirely right." Pompeii waved his hand casually.

"Odin did die in the battle of Fenrir. Ha, compared to the history that has long been unknown, the records of myths seem particularly true."

"Son, the stories in the myths will return to reality, and the gods of the past will return to the real world through the Nibelungs."

"So, the Gattuso family is entrusted to you."

"Come on, son, I believe you can do your best." After the words fell, Pompey reached out and patted Caesar on the shoulder, turned and left.

Caesar squeezed the black card in his hand, his expression changed several times, and then he took out his mobile phone.

There are hundreds of phone numbers on it. Basically, all the uncles and uncles of the Gattuso family have called, and the one with the largest number is Frost Gattuso.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar ignored the missed messages, closed his phone, and turned to leave.

"Ange, long time no see." Pompeo looked at the man blocking him and said hello casually.

"I'd love to take out my pocket knife and kill you, but I can't."

Angers reached out and turned the knife.

This is a weapon capable of killing the enemy, and it carries the memory of Angers losing all his friends in the massacre at Kassel College.

Every time he took out the folding knife, Angers saw his old friend in a trance.

Pompeii nodded and calmly accepted Angers murderous intention towards him without much reaction to it.

Both he and Angers understood that the current situation was not the time to fight each other to the death with their trump cards. There were still many unresolved issues.

"Until the murderer who caused Meniek Cassel's death appears, you'd better suppress this temper, or at least maintain your original character."

"I understand, 1900, I will not forget this time."

A hundred years have passed, and the people who really remember this incident have died and grown old. Angers has also grown from a young and cute dragon slayer to the madman he is now.

"Then, I wish you successful revenge and no return."

Ang hot nodded, picked up the black umbrella next to him, then held the umbrella and left.

"By the way, Angers, go to Japan. Where can I find the answers you want to know?"

Angers stopped, nodded slightly, and then continued to move forward without stopping. (End of chapter)