Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 463: The first to get the moon is near the water and the tower.

All members of the Gattuso family, young and old, are Catholics.

It sounds incredible, but it is true.

In Europe, especially in a country like Italy with a strong religious atmosphere, having the same beliefs as the general public is definitely a matter of more advantages than disadvantages.

Therefore, even the Gattuso family, who inherited dragon blood, covered themselves with a cloak called believers.

The Gattuso family enjoys a high status among Catholics because they donate a considerable amount of money every year.

When Caesar's mother passed away, the Gattuso family not only arranged her funeral in the Milan Cathedral, but also invited the Pope to preside over it personally. In the end, the coffin was also enshrined in the church.

This is the greatest honor for believers.

But Caesar never felt that way.

At his mother's funeral, he was the only one who felt truly sad about her passing; the other members' faces were filled with joy as they had gotten rid of a big trouble.

Even after the funeral, they couldn't wait to hold a celebration party.

Shaking off these unpleasant memories, Caesar walked through the silent interior of the Milan Cathedral and reached the chapel deep inside without any obstruction.

Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath, and at the moment of pushing the door open, he wanted to tidy up his hair, clothes and tie.

But it's too late.

The warm light in the sanctuary seeped through the open cracks, and Caesar seemed to hear some kind of sacred chanting, or perhaps the sound of white doves/angels flapping their wings.

He opened the door and walked in with flowers in his hands.

The first thing that catches your eye is the statue of the Virgin Mary standing in the center of the church. This great woman who gave birth to Jesus has gentle eyes and is quietly gazing in the direction of the gate.

In the past, Caesar's first glance after entering the door would fall on the statue of the Virgin Mary, and his second glance would fall on the exquisite sarcophagi on both sides of the passage.

But today, his eyes fell on the man who was standing in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary with his back to the door from the very beginning.

She was a young woman wearing a plain gauze robe and had long, slightly curly light golden hair.

Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around, revealing a delicate face hidden by a white veil.

If there were priests or nuns from Milan Cathedral, or volunteers who often come to the church to help, they would definitely notice that this beautiful lady looks exactly like the most noble and mysterious believer buried in the church.

Caesar looked at the face hidden by the veil, and at the pair of eyes that were the same ice blue as his own. He seemed to be overwhelmed by great surprise and excitement, and he stood there motionless.

The woman in the gauze robe turned around, gently took off the veil on her face, and revealed her stunning face to Caesar.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and a faint blush appeared in her eyes. She looked at the boy who was taller than her at the door and said with a smile:

"Long time no see. My little Caesar has grown so big."

There was a slight tremor in his voice, but the tenderness in his words overwhelmed everything.

Caesar couldn't remember how long it had been since he last cried. It seemed that after the person in front of him left, he had never shed a tear again.

But at this moment, after so many years, he heard these extremely gentle words again, and warm liquid still inevitably flowed down his cheeks.

"Yeah, long time no see, Mom."

Holding the flowers, Caesar stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and hugged her tightly as he did when they were children:
"Welcome back, Mom."

Gullveig hugged her son's broad shoulders, tears welled up in her eyes, and flowed down her unmade-up cheeks, wetting Caesar's shoulders.

She reached out and stroked her son's soft golden hair, her voice full of joy: "Well, mom is back."

After a long hug, the mother and son finally separated.

Caesar handed the bouquet of lilies to his mother, looking a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mom, I came late, the flower shop is closed, and there are no white roses you like."

Every year in the past, he would buy a bouquet of white roses from the regular flower shop on the corner.

"No, as long as it's something from you, Mom will like it." Gullveig chuckled, took the lily that symbolizes the great maternal love, and her gentle eyes fell on Caesar's handsome face, as if she could never see enough.

She reached out and stroked his cheek, and said softly, "Caesar, can you tell your mother what you have been through in these years?"

Like every mother who cares about her children, she didn't care how she came back to life, but she was just eager to know whether her children were doing well during the years she was away.

Caesar chuckled, "Of course."

The sanctuary was filled with the sweet whispers of mother and son, mostly spoken by the blond boy, to which the gentle woman listened attentively.

I don't know how much time passed, but the conversation between mother and son finally came to an end.

After all, this is the resting place of the deceased, so it is better not to disturb others from resting.

Gulvegris, dressed in a long gauze robe, walked over there, holding Caesar's hand, towards the main entrance of Milan Cathedral.

"Mom, I plan to ask Mr. Xia to be my godfather. What do you think?"

As they approached the gate, Caesar suddenly asked this question.

In the West, a godfather is equivalent to a child's second guardian.

In Italy, many children are baptized in church after they are born, and their biological father designates someone as the child's godfather, and that person is often his most trusted friend.

But the Gattuso family was too powerful, and Caesar was the man destined to lead the Gattuso family to glory. No one was worthy of being his godfather.

Therefore, this position has always been vacant.

Gullveig nodded slightly, indicating his unconditional support for his decision.

She had heard a famous Chinese saying before, which made a lot of sense:
The tower near the water gets the moon first.

From the conversation just now, she could hear that her beloved son seemed to have found someone he liked, and he was originally engaged to someone.

The West is not as conservative and reserved as the East. She only knows that if her son likes something, she must help him get it!
The Gattuso family is already on the brink of collapse. She will not and cannot let her son take over this mess. If he can live in China in the future, it may be a good choice.

Pushing open the church door, Caesar found that the Bugatti Veyron was still parked there, but Xia Di in the driver's seat had disappeared.

When I went forward to check, I found a note stuck on the steering wheel. It was a message from Xia Di.

"What's wrong?" Gulveig asked curiously.

"It's okay, he just went back to help deal with Gattuso's family matters." Caesar put the note in his pocket, opened the passenger seat and wanted to invite his mother to get in the car, but his hand was grabbed the next second.

Gulveig took out the note from his pocket, glanced at it, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You are not behaving well."

Pushing Caesar to the passenger seat and putting the flowers in his arms, Gullweger sat in the driver's seat and started the Bugatti Veyron.

……

Rome, Gattuso's castle halfway up the mountain.

Frost woke up slowly, feeling aches all over his back and waist, as if he had been locked in a cupboard all night.

I opened my eyes and looked around, and found myself still in the study, and the memories before I "went to sleep" also emerged at this moment.

"Caesar is such a fool!"

"And that guy named Finkel!"

Frost felt his blood pressure rise a little when he thought about how he was tied up in such a shameful state last night.

Just when I was about to take some blood pressure medicine to relieve the pressure, I heard a creak from the study door, and then a guy with a chicken leg in his mouth pushed the door open and walked in: "Ah, what's wrong with me?"

Following the sound, Frost discovered that it was Finkel who came in. This guy was holding a bottle of happy water in one hand and dragging Pompeii, who had rolled into a caterpillar, in the other.

This guy must have been tortured, his face is swollen like a pig's head.

Seeing this, veins popped up on Frost's forehead. He resisted the urge to open the drawer and take out the gun, and said in a deep voice, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Slaying a dragon, what else can you do?" Finkel looked at the acting head of the family with a look of a fool, threw Pang Caterpillar Bei into the corner, and took out a USB flash drive and threw it to Frost.

"Look for yourself. It contains everything you want to know."

Frost was stunned when he heard that, and looked at Finkel doubtfully, but seeing that Finkel didn't show any reaction at all, and sat on the sofa and started gnawing on his super pistol leg, taking a sip of Coke from time to time, he temporarily put his mind at ease and checked.

In order to prevent the family secrets from being leaked, he wanted to cut off the Internet, but when he thought that he had known all the secrets during his coma, he did not waste his time and plugged in the USB drive to watch the only video file in it.

The characters and places in the video are very familiar, the family shame of Pompeii and his studio.

But the content was very unfamiliar. Pompeii talked about the Dragon King, Odin, assassinating the Laurent family, resurrecting the White King, swallowing the Dragon Bone Cross...

A series of nouns. He clearly knew what they meant when they were read separately, but he couldn't understand them at all when they were connected together.

It turns out that I, as the acting head of the family, am just a high-level employee, responsible only for some superficial decisions, and have never heard of major events that truly concern the survival of the family!
"You see, now." Finkel wiped his mouth after eating, burped, and sat on the sofa, posing as a gangster negotiating:

"There are two options open to you now. One is to report to the secret party and wait for the trial by the Kassel school directors and the elders. If you choose this option, considering that your crime is not punishable by death and you have surrendered voluntarily, you should be able to be dealt with after being imprisoned for a few years."

"What about the second one?" Frost didn't quite believe it, but considering the Gattuso family's behavior of secretly provoking Abraham's bloodline contract for so many years, he couldn't help but believe it.

After all, many things cannot withstand investigation. Once they are investigated, I am afraid that some people would not deserve to be shot a hundred times.

"The second one is this." Finkel took out a gun and slapped it on the coffee table, then handed it to Frost:

"Kill Pompey Gattuso. From today on, you are the head of the Gattuso family."

It can be said that Frost's ultimate ideal is to abolish Pompey and become the head of Gattuso's family.

However, at this moment, something that could be easily accomplished by just pulling the trigger only made his heart beat for a moment, and then he quickly suppressed it.

"What about Caesar? He is the true heir of the family!"

"Don't worry about that. He has his own plans."

"He wants to leave the Gattuso family?!" Frost's face became extremely solemn. He always knew that Caesar had a deep resentment towards the family because of Gullverige's death.

At that time, he felt that Caesar had wronged his family and did not understand the family's good intentions at all. Now, after watching Pompey's confession video, he realized how wrong he was.

Thinking of what Caesar blurted out when he was angry, he would change his name from Caesar Gattuso to Caesar Gullveig when he grew up.

I originally thought that this was just a child's fantasy, but I never expected that in just a few years, it would become a reality.

"That's his decision, you have no right to interfere."

"But he has half Gattuso blood in him!"

"It's hard for you to say such things after watching the video." Finkel rolled his eyes, "The only thing we can be sure of now is that Caesar was indeed born from his mother's belly.

As for who his bloodline comes from, it is still unknown, but I feel that it has little to do with your Gattuso family. "

As soon as these words came out, Frost choked up and slumped down in his office chair, feeling much older.

He really loves his family and really wants to run the Gattuso family better, and then hand it over to Caesar and let him lead his people to the top of the world.

But he didn't expect that he had been kept in the dark for so many years, and the career and family he had fought for were all for others.

"Come on, stop looking so sad. People who don't know would think something happened to you." Finkel rolled his eyes. "You are still strong and healthy, so why not try your best to give birth to an heir?"

As far as he knew, Frost was an old bachelor who had never been married in his life, and he didn't know what the story was.

Could it be that if he gets married, has children and serves as the acting head of the family, Caesar will become the same personality as Ming Fei?

Finkel had a lot of ideas and wondered if there were other reasons for Lu Mingfei's parents leaving.

But Frost seemed not to have heard his bad idea and continued to sit there doubting his life.

This is understandable. After all, not only did he suffer a double betrayal of his ideals and family, but his nephews and nephews, who had high hopes for him, also planned to open a separate household registration booklet and stamp it with the national emblem of another country.

The pain of becoming a loner overnight is indeed not something most people can accept, especially for a loyal person like him who has dedicated everything to his family. It would be a blessing if he didn't give up on himself and hang himself on a crooked tree.

Finkel rolled his eyes slightly, looked around, dragged the sofa to the desk, and said in a low voice:
"In fact, there is a chance for a turnaround. Just because Caesar doesn't want to be the heir to the Gattuso family doesn't mean his children can't be the heir."

Hearing this, Frost's eyes lit up a bit, and he looked up at the man in front of him who looked like a husky who was plotting to destroy his house.

"How to say?"

"Hehe, I knew you were still up to no good." Finkel chuckled twice and whispered in Frost's ear. As his expression became more and more obscene, Frost's eyes became brighter and brighter.

It seems that there is a smooth road that can allow the Gattuso family to rise again.

(End of this chapter)