Crossing at the same time, forging the door of truth

"Five minutes, what's going on."

Caesar was calm as water, staring directly at Pompey who appeared before him.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a smile on his face, looking as gentle and elegant as jade.

This was a very rare thing. In Caesar's eyes, Pompey, who had always been a stud, actually had time to look for him instead of picking up girls.

While Caesar was thinking about what was going on, Pompey threw a black card to Caesar with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

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

"A black card?" Caesar covered his forehead.

It was the same birthday gift as in the past, and as expected, it contained a string of zeros in the bank balance.

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

"This is not a simple black card." Pompey picked up the black card and spun it.

"Caesar, do you believe in gravity?"

"I believe."

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

Pompey choked and looked directly at Caesar.

Seeing Caesar's casual look, I'll just watch you quietly without saying anything, Pompey laughed twice to ease his embarrassment.

"What exactly are you going to say?"

"Yeah, just some small things."

"It's nothing."

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

"I reject."

"Well, it's like this again." Pompey waved his hands 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 operations in Egypt will receive the full support of the Gattuso family.

Pompey did not say these words out loud, but both he and Caesar understood what the words implied.

"Are you done?" Caesar stood up and turned to leave.

But before he had taken a few steps, Caesar stopped after Pompey said, "I am the Dragon King."

"What's wrong with you?"

"No, I really am the Dragon King, and I am the Dragon King of the Sky and Wind."

Pompey supported his chin with his hand, watched Caesar's expression change several times, and then returned to his original position.

"You said you are the Dragon King."

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

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

"Pompeii, are you kidding?" Caesar clenched his fingers, veins bulging.

A stud who has been picking up girls outside all year round, having sex with women from all walks of life every day, and living a life of luxury and extravagance, suddenly says to you one day - son, I am Namo Ultraman Tiga from the M78 Nebula.

You are my son, come and inherit my property!

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

"No." Pompey shook his head, then reached out and threw the black card back to Caesar.

"I think about what I should say. It seems that there is nothing to say. It's just the same repetitive trivialities, day after day, year after year."

"What are you talking about! You are the Dragon King!" Caesar jumped up, stretched out his hand and grasped Pompey's sleeve tightly, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Dragon King, Caesar, you don't know what true history is, nor do you understand what the essence of the Dragon King represents." Pompey stretched out his hand to pry open Caesar's fingers, his tone filled with particular sighs and melancholy.

“…Mythology is 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 a group of "old friends" returning.

All the grievances and grudges of the past must now be settled again.

Caesar got his temper under control and loosened his fingers.

He found that he seemed to not understand this stud at all, and his character was covered by layer after layer of paint called unreliability.

In Caesar's memory, Pompeii was a complete stud, constantly reproducing life, like a mobile turret.

But now, he calls himself the Dragon King of 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 he spoke turned into another question unconsciously: "What does the return of myth mean?"

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

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

Norse mythology was a required course for the half-bloods at Kassel Academy, and they were already able to memorize it.

"Horgnide, the black dragon that devours the world. No, you mean that Odin, the Norse god king, really exists!"

In Norse mythology, Odin is a one-eyed god who wears an eagle helmet and golden armor, holds Gungnir, the eternal spear, and wears the golden ring of Dropnir. He sits on the highest throne where he can see the nine realms. At his feet are two fierce wolves, Kili and Kulich, ready to protect him at any time. On his shoulders are two ravens, Fugin and Muni, who fly across the nine realms and return to report to Odin.

In Ragnarok, in order to cope with the coming of the end of the world, Odin sacrificed himself in the throes of the wolf Fenrir.

"Not entirely correct." Pompey waved his hand casually.
"Odin did die in the battle with Fenrir. Ha, compared to the history that has long been unknown, the records in the myths seem particularly true."

"Son, the stories in mythology will return to reality. The old gods will return to the real world through the Nibelungen."

"So, the Gattuso family is in your hands."

"Come on, son, I believe you can do your best." After saying this, Pompey patted Caesar on the shoulder, then turned and left.

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

There were hundreds of phone numbers on it. Basically, all the uncles and aunts in the Gattuso family, with names and surnames, called, and the one with the largest number was Frost Gattuso.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar ignored the missed messages, turned off his phone, and turned away.

"Ange, long time no see." Pompey looked at the man who blocked him and greeted him casually.

"I'd love to get my jackknife out and finish you off, but I can't."

Ange reached out and twirled the knife.

This is a weapon powerful enough to kill the enemy, and it carries the memory of Ange who lost all his friends in the massacre at Kassel Academy.

Every time he took out his folding knife, Ange saw his old friend in a trance.
Pompey nodded, calmly accepting Angers' murderous intention towards him, without much reaction.

He and Angers both understood that this was not the time to fight each other or to draw out their trump cards in a fight to the death. There were still many problems that had not been resolved.

"Before the murderer who caused the death of Meinecke Cassel shows up, you'd better suppress your temper and at least maintain your original character."

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

A hundred years have passed, and the people who truly remember this incident are either dead or old, and Angers has grown from a young and naive dragon slayer to the madman he is today.

"Then I wish you a successful revenge and a life without return."

Ang nodded, picked up the black umbrella beside him, and left with the umbrella open.

"By the way, Ange, go to Japan. That's where you'll find the answers you want."

Ange stopped, nodded slightly, and then continued walking forward. (End of this chapter)