Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 423 Caesar: Percy, let me introduce you to a life mentor!
After half a month of unremitting efforts, the Gattuso family finally lifted Caesar's house arrest order. He could return to school and no longer had to stay in the castle halfway up the mountain to receive round-the-clock tutoring from a private tutor.

If Caesar hadn't wanted to see his stud dad off before he left, he would have returned to school and continued to stir up trouble with his little brothers.

Back in the castle, the butler had been waiting for a long time. The moment the arrogant and rebellious young master appeared, he took two steps forward and asked him to move to the dining room, where the acting head of the family, Frost, was waiting for him to have lunch.

Caesar didn't want to bother with his uncle who had a rebellious heart, but then he thought that he had been targeting the stud dad recently and had neglected him a little.

Moreover, he was also very interested in the guy who always kept his head down following Frost.

In a restaurant that was as magnificent as the one used by medieval nobles for dinner parties, Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family, was sitting at the head of the table. He attached great importance to the sense of ceremony, sitting upright with his back straight. Even the placement of the tableware in front of him seemed to have been measured with a ruler, meticulously.

Beside him, a blond boy of about thirteen or fourteen stood quietly serving, with his head slightly lowered, bangs slightly covering his eyebrows, and cold eyes that could only be seen through the gaps in his hair, making him seem a little out of place in this luxurious and noble environment.

"how do you feel?"

Frost's deep voice suddenly rang out in the silent restaurant.

In the restaurant with only two people, the person he asked could only be the boy with his head lowered, but everyone actually knew the answer he wanted to know.

"After taking the medicine, I feel much more stable." The young man named Percy answered in a low voice, and at the same time raised his head slightly, revealing his eyes hidden under his bangs.

Those were a pair of beautiful ice-blue pupils. If you stared at them, you would have the illusion that you were looking directly at an iceberg and snowfield.

It was not because those eyes had the ability to make people feel as if they were in the scene, but simply because those eyes were too empty, without any passionate emotions or clear self, like a man-made weapon created solely for killing.

"Take your medicine on time. You are one of the most precious treasures of the Gattuso family. Don't neglect your body." Frost's voice became gentle, like an elder who cares for the younger generation of the family.

"Yes." Percy nodded without saying anything more.

He was very clear about his identity. Although he was one of the most precious treasures of the Gattuso family, he was nothing more than a war machine with a shelf life.

If it is damaged, Gattuso's family will at most feel sorry for the money invested in him, and won't feel anything more.

In this family, everyone is replaceable, except for one person who is irreplaceable.

That is Caesar Gattuso, the chosen son of the Gattuso family who has ascended to the world. He is the future leader that everyone is looking forward to.

When he disappeared at the beginning of the month, the Gattuso family was on the verge of digging up the entire Europe.

After he came back, no matter what he did to the family, those old monsters just thought he was throwing a tantrum and venting his dissatisfaction after being "kidnapped", and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He didn't even dare to hope for such a privilege, but that guy treated it like a piece of trash.

Just as the two finished their words, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and then the youthful and energetic voice sounded:
“Don’t neglect whose body?”

The sea breeze poured in through the open window, ruffling the blond hair of the boy who pushed the door. With his hands open like a cross, he looked like a young lion roaring at the old lion king, eager to replace him.

His ocean-blue eyes fixed on the old man and the young man at the end of the dining table, Caesar strode forward and said, "Is it your high blood pressure that's acting up, my dear uncle?"

As if to confront each other, Caesar pulled out a chair and sat opposite Frost, leaning his back against the chair, resting one hand on the armrest to support his chin. In a very rude but extremely domineering manner, he looked across at the old man who emphasized rules, etiquette, and family honor all day long:

"Don't worry that the Gattuso family won't be able to function without you. Go to the doctor without worry, Frost. I've got you covered."

It is because of you that I dare not slack off in the slightest!

The veins on Frost's forehead suddenly popped up, and he was almost driven to high blood pressure by his good nephew's words. But after all, he was a man who had experienced the chaos caused by Pompey Gattuso in his family, and he was used to being angered in the past few days, so he quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Thank you for your concern, Caesar." Frost raised his hand and pressed the call bell beside him, indicating that the main chef in the kitchen had arrived and the dishes could be served. Frost then frowned slightly and looked at Caesar, who was sitting in a rather wild posture, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his words:

"But compared to my body, I hope you can pay more attention to your words and actions.

If I have a health problem, the best doctors in the world will treat me. But if you, as the future heir of the family, are too indulgent in private morality, the Gattuso family will suffer losses. "

Hearing this straightforward sermon, Caesar did not show disdain or ignore it as usual. Instead, he nodded in agreement and even wanted to applaud him:
"That makes perfect sense, my dear uncle. For the honor of the Gattuso family, I suggest that you put my father under house arrest immediately and stop making the Gattuso family pay for his bottomless morals."

He spread his hands and acted very embarrassed: "I don't want to take over a family that is as leaky as a sieve when I grow up."

Who wouldn't want to if they could?!

Frost sighed in his heart once again. He had thought that he had already held great power during the years he had served as the acting head of the family, and had successfully sidelined Pompey, the head of the family who only brought shame to the family.

Unexpectedly, on the day Pompey rushed back after Caesar disappeared, the entire Gattuso family seemed to have collectively forgotten about him as the acting head of the family. They all followed his orders and tried their best to complete the tasks assigned by him.

Only then did he realize that holding power and seizing power by force were just his fantasies. In essence, he was just a senior agent who managed the family on behalf of Pompey.

No matter how much "heat" Pompey's romantic affairs outside brought to the family, as long as it was not a mistake of principle, or he did something that those old monsters could not tolerate, it would never be Frost's turn to be the head of the family.

It was for this reason that when he realized that Caesar was showing signs of turning into a devil, he decisively found Pompey and started a series of discussions on the education of the family's future heirs.

Frost said that high-pressure tactics must be used to increase Caesar's sense of identity and honor with the family, while Pompey said that a qualified head of the family cannot be branded with ideological stamps. If Caesar wants to lead the Gattuso family to glory like the emperor in history, he can only give guidance in the general direction.

Both of them knew that Caesar's future was limitless, but the educational policies they proposed were very different. In the end, neither of the brothers could convince the other, and the acting head of the family, Frost, was so angry that he slammed the door and left.

Frost: Pompeii, you will regret this!
Pompeii: Frost, I am the head of the family!
"Don't worry, I'm in charge of the family now, so there won't be any problems." Frost didn't want to mention the annoying playboy brother anymore, so he hastily ended the topic and turned his attention to Caesar's studies:

"I heard from the housekeeper that you found a Chinese teacher?"

After the incident with his fiancée, Caesar threatened to travel to the dangerous China in the future to make Frost relax his control over him.

In order to reassure his family, Caesar gave up the idea of ​​finding a Chinese teacher. Unexpectedly, he suddenly brought it up again, which made Frost worry whether his nephew was up to something again.

"Yeah, what? I can't learn another foreign language?" Caesar put one hand on the ten-meter-long dining table, tapping lightly on the table with his slender fingers. His sea-blue eyes were filled with the pride of a young emperor, as if if the old man in power opposite him dared to say "no", he would immediately turn hostile, point at the other's nose and curse, "How dare you, old man, teach me how to do things?"

The stallion Pompey is only interested in pleasure and doesn't care about worldly affairs. You, Frost, hold great power and have sway over the government, but my Caesar stick... and trident are not bad either!
Seeing this, the wily Frost sighed inwardly.

He could see that this little lion, who was originally kept in captivity by Gattuso's family, had realized the real world after going out on his own. His ambition had been aroused, and it would be difficult to suppress it.

In other words, the child played wildly outside and refused to obey discipline. "No, it's just that the family has better resources. If you need them, I'll ask the housekeeper to contact them later..."

"No, I already have a suitable candidate." Caesar didn't wait for Frost to finish his words and directly dispelled his idea of ​​putting someone around him.

He was tired of having people watching him no matter what he did.

"Huh?" Frost couldn't help but frowned when he heard this. He didn't understand how Caesar bypassed the Gattuso family and got in touch with his so-called Chinese teacher.

If you want to be a tutor in the Gattuso family, status, knowledge and etiquette are indispensable. Not everyone is qualified to teach the future head of the family.

Just looking at Caesar's expression that said "If you keep talking I'll turn around and leave and won't play tricks with you", it was obvious that he was not going to let him get too involved. Frost could only put the matter aside for the time being and prepare to have someone check the background of Caesar's Chinese teacher.

Caesar was pleased to see that Frost was tactful and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his gaze to the wooden boy next to him. The sea blue and ice blue eyes collided with each other. The two blond boys saw curiosity and exploration in each other's eyes:

"Would you mind introducing who this person is?"

Since taking the Black King Serum, Caesar's perception has been enhanced to an epic level.

Although the guy opposite him, who looked a bit like him, remained humble, Caesar could still catch a glimpse of the powerful aura that flashed across him.

According to conservative estimates, the boy's bloodline could not be lower than his own before taking the serum.

interesting.

The family really had too many secrets that he didn't know about.

A follower beside the acting head of the family has such excellent bloodline, how much unknown fighting power is hidden behind the scenes?

Can he take on Cassel alone, or the entire secret party?
Facing Caesar's inquiring gaze, Frost did not hide anything and directly stated Percy's identity:
"His name is Percy, and he is the secretary that the family has prepared for you."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Caesar's smile deepened: "If she is the secretary prepared for me, why is she following you?"

Did he want to brainwash him and place him by his side, subtly influencing the future head of the family?
"He is not qualified to be the family head's secretary yet, so I brought him along to learn." Frost said calmly, "Of course, if you think I am overstepping my authority, you can bring Percy along to teach him personally."

Through these few words, Caesar roughly understood how Percy positioned himself in Frost's eyes. He put down his hand that was supporting his chin, sat up straight, looked directly into the old eyes opposite him, and said word by word:

"Compared to the word 'training', I would rather see him convinced by my unparalleled leadership style and voluntarily become my right-hand man on the road to the throne, and write a glorious chapter together."

It was a very immature statement, but the effect was surprisingly good.

Frost was very satisfied with the domineering aura Caesar displayed at this moment, and Percy barely recognized this immature brother.

Well, if nothing else, at least his arrogance and rebelliousness are only directed at those old guys.

"In that case, you, Percy, should stay with Caesar for the next few days." Frost made the final decision on Percy's apparent affiliation. Fearing that his troublesome nephew might cause trouble again, he was too lazy to give him any more instructions and waved his hand to signal him that he could change his position.

And Percy also came to Caesar and bowed slightly: "Master Caesar, Percy Gattuso is at your service."

The voice was low and a bit cold, obviously a new secretary who had not been trained well, but Caesar was very satisfied with it:

"Very good, I will call you Patsy from now on."

"It's my pleasure." Percy saluted with his hand on his chest, then stood quietly behind Caesar, watching the uncle and nephew arguing with each other while eating with an expressionless face.

However, from a different perspective, that mountain-like figure doesn't seem so out of reach.

……

After the meal, Caesar left with Patsy in a dashing manner, like a victorious general.

The Chinese teacher hired at a high price was ready and was waiting for their first meeting in his study. As his secretary and attendant, Percy naturally had to accompany him in his progress.

Compared to Frost, the calculating old man, Caesar wants a secretary who is as just as he is and yearns for Love and Peace.

Percy readily agreed to this. Before leaving the restaurant, the acting head of the family, Frost, gave him a look and asked him to keep an eye on the tutor who suddenly appeared.

If possible, it would be best to find out some unknown sources of information from Caesar during future interactions.

The two arrived at the study, opened the door and saw a burly figure.

The moment this figure entered his field of vision, Percy's pupils shrank, his muscles tensed, and he subconsciously entered a state of alert.

This is a tall man, wearing a tight suit as dark as the night, which perfectly highlights his muscular contours. Under the black jazz hat, there is a pair of deep eyes that are as dark as the abyss and seem to be able to swallow up all the light, and a face that is so handsome that it is difficult to describe in words.

Damn, are Gattuso's security guards just there to do nothing? !

No matter how much he suppressed his emotions, Percy couldn't help but want to greet the security guard's parents and elders. If there weren't two black holes in their eyes, they would never regard the person in front of them as a tutor, right?
Looking at the posture of holding down the brim of his hat with one hand, no matter how you look at it, he is definitely a mafia killer, or the kind of top killer embryo who kills one person every five steps, kills without blinking an eye, and has his hands stained with countless blood, right? !

As if he had noticed his gaze, the top killer looked over at him. In an instant, Percy felt the pressure all over his body surge, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

What he found most unbelievable was that even though he was sweating profusely, his young master was like nothing had happened and was enthusiastically introducing the place to him:

"Percy, let me introduce you to you, the famous Chinese novelist and translator - Xia Di!"

"Of course, you can also call me by my external name..." Xia Di flicked the brim of his hat with his index finger, revealing a sunny and cheerful smile:

"Reborn."

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