From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 385 The Tyrant's Path, Sequence 6 Ocean Singer

The Gattuso family sponsored many industries, including religious ones.

Few people know that the Florence Cathedral has actually been owned by the Gattuso family for a long time.

The towering marble dome, constructed in the most perfect geometric form, resembles a temple, and is adorned with depictions of Christ's ascension created by top artists.

At this moment, the church hall was brightly lit, and golden lamps illuminated the magnificent sanctuary.

Frost hurried along, showing no interest in the exquisite sculptures and paintings, and walked with his head down to the inner hall, where he pushed open the door that was never open to the public.

What comes into view is a small prayer room that is many times smaller than the main hall, but much more luxurious.

The gold-paved floor, along with the jewel-encrusted columns, creates a dazzling and magnificent spectacle.

In the center of the prayer hall was a huge round table, which was already full of people.

Each person was dressed in a yellow hooded robe and wore a pale mask with a strange symbol formed by three twisted lines.

Frost lowered his head, maintaining a submissive and respectful posture, and said softly, "Your Excellency, something has happened."

"Don't panic, Frost."

The person sitting in the main seat remained calm and composed, lightly tapping the table with their fingertips, and said steadily, "Sit down and speak slowly."

"Yes, Bishop."

Frost slowly stepped forward and sat down directly opposite the round table.

After calming down considerably, he said, "Just now, I received news from Albert that Caesar was assassinated in Naples. The assassin's identity is unknown, but he used a large sniper rifle. Caesar has now fallen into the sea and is suspected to be dead."

Boom!
The knocking stopped abruptly, and the prayer hall fell into a deathly silence.

Instantly, the other people at the round table, all wearing yellow robes, turned around. Although their faces were covered by masks, Frost could clearly feel that their gazes were fixed on him.

The oppressive and heavy atmosphere made Frost tremble with fear, his face turned as pale as paper, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"and then?"

The bishop finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“I have already arranged for Albert and the members of the task force to do everything in their power to search for Caesar.” Frost breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow, and replied nervously, “I believe we will have results soon, and we will certainly not disappoint His Excellency the Bishop.”

"Who do you think did it?"

The bishop leaned back in his chair and asked casually.

"This"

Frost looked troubled; he couldn't imagine who else would do such a thing.

"never mind."

The bishop seemed disappointed and waved his hand: "Caesar is not so easy to kill, and this matter is not so simple. I will send someone to help you find out the truth."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Frost was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. For a moment just now, he even thought he was going to die!

"The second thing is about Kassel."

The bishop looked at the rest of the congregation, his tone carrying a hint of authority: "I am very disappointed with the mistake last time."

An indescribable, heavy pressure surged like the tides, like the sea before a storm. The turbulent waves were stirred up by the inexplicable wind pressure, and the chilling killing intent mixed in made the candlelight in the room flicker as if it would be extinguished at any moment!
Frost lowered his head deeply, his eyes filled with fear.

The rest of the parishioners, all wearing pale masks, remained silent, seemingly afraid to provoke the bishop.

"I can forgive you for what happened last time." The bishop's voice was deep and resonant, like thunder lurking beneath dark clouds, making everyone present feel immense pressure.

"But this time, we absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake. We must gather all the offerings before Aldebaran appears." The bishop slowly rose, leaning on the table, and said with an air of authority, "Lu Mingfei, Xia Mi, Caesar. Not one can be missing, understand?"

"I will obey the bishop's command."

The followers rose to their feet and made the sign of the cross on their chests.

"Lancelot, Gawain, this matter will be handled by the two of you in cooperation with Frost, understand?" The bishop called out two names.

The two men to his left bowed their heads and said, "Yes, Your Excellency."

"The rest of you, prepare the ceremonial items."

After the bishop finished speaking, he waved his hand, and an invisible wind extinguished the candles, signaling the end of the gathering.

Wearing masks and draped in yellow robes, the crowd slowly withdrew from the prayer hall.

Frost was the last to come out. Feeling the cool breeze blowing in his face from outside the church, he suddenly felt exhausted, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Looking back at the church, a deep fear appeared in his eyes: "The Secret Order is terrifying."

At this moment, after everyone had left, only the 'Bishop' remained in the prayer hall.

Suddenly, an old man with a tattered yellow robe and a gaunt figure appeared in the empty church: "He faked his death to escape, founded a secret order, and manipulated the board of directors in the name of Caesar's patricide, causing the three sacrifices to appear at the same time. He truly deserves to be called the most deeply hidden person. Pompeii."

“It’s you, Zarathustra.”

At that moment, the bishop removed his mask, revealing his true face, and shouted fervently, "Everything is for the great King in Yellow!"

The man had long, dazzling hair that cascaded casually down to his waist. When he raised his head, he revealed a handsome face that could drive most women crazy with infatuation. His sea-blue eyes were as pure as gemstones, and the curve of his lips further accentuated his noble demeanor.

If Caesar were still alive, he would have recognized at a glance that the man sitting in the main seat was none other than his father, Pompey Gattuso, whom he had beheaded!
“Not bad, not bad, it seems you have penetrated deeper into my lord’s dream.”

Zarathustra smiled, quite satisfied with Pompeii's progress, and said casually, "How about the 'Windbringer's' potion?"

“Excellent! It suits my authority perfectly!” Pompeii’s face twisted into a sinister grin. “When will you give me the rest of the potions?”

Upon closer inspection, Zarathustra discovered that beneath Pompeii's skin, blood vessels moved like worms, and the man was in a state of extreme excitement.

Clearly, this indicates that the potion has not been fully digested, and the spirituality has been 'contaminated'.

Of course, 'Zaratul'—no, it should be Uchiha Munechika—didn't care whether Pompeii had digested the potion or not.

The authority of the Sky and the Wind King is quite compatible with the 'Tyrant' path, which was exactly what he expected. The combination of the two produced a wonderful chemical reaction, allowing Pompeii to advance to Sequence 6 without fully digesting the potion, which is nothing short of miraculous.

Uchiha Muneki speculated that it was probably due to the dragon race's unique physique and their innate control over authority that the effects of magic potions on them were better than on humans.

However, we still need to test to see exactly how far it can go.

Zarathustra nodded in satisfaction, then took out a bottle of viscous liquid from under the tattered yellow robe: "This is a Sequence Five potion, Ocean Singer."

Without hesitation, Pompeii accepted the potion from the 'Ocean Singer' and drank it down in one gulp.

"I can feel the sky and the sea calling to me!"

He shouted excitedly, his voice booming like thunder, as if the sound waves were tangible and reverberating throughout the hall.

Zarathustra smiled without saying a word, observing the changes in Pompeii's spiritual state: "Well then, I look forward to meeting you again, Mr. Pompeii."

After saying that, his figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared at all.

(End of this chapter)