"Boss, someone invites you to dinner."

"who?"

"Pompei's private dinner. He invited a private chef who is good at puffer fish."

Luo Yin was noncommittal and looked at the current time.

"Olivia, what do you think?"

"He wants to trade the holy bones in our hands, and the exchange condition is some kind of technology for safe use of the holy bones."

"How are you going to reply?"

"Requesting to postpone the dinner requires adjusting the schedule. Your plan to kill the Gattuso family may have already been carried out."

"Salary increase."

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Italy, Turin Royal Opera House.

Mozart's classic, "The Marriage of Figaro" is being replayed in the theater.

The stage was decorated with a luxurious Earl's Palace scene, and the hall was carefully decorated for the evening wedding.

The maid Susanna gives a letter to Count Almaviva and asks him to meet in the garden in the evening.

The count, who had coveted Susanna for a long time, was overjoyed to finally get the wedding of Figaro. He had no idea that this was a plan discussed by Countess Rosina and Susanna.

He had watched the opera Pompeii more than a dozen times, and each time he was surrounded by a different woman.

There were only Pompeii and a Latin girl in the suspended box, and Patsy was waiting outside as usual.

The harmonious and beautiful trio was interrupted by a sudden noise, and the surprised audience turned their attention to the source of the sound with a bit of anger.

Caesar cut off the bolt and pushed open the heavy box door. The security guard of the opera house was politely stopped by Patsy.

Pompeii whispered a few words to his female companion, and soon, only the father and son were left in the box.

He was not angry or flustered, as if he was used to such small conflicts between father and son.

"The family approved my marriage to Chen Motong."

"Yes, you are a perfect match. There is no reason not to pass. This happened a long time ago."

"It's been a long time indeed. Almost three years."

It is recommended to choose Chen Motong as the bride of Caesar Gattuso. This is what the document says.

The time is August 2008, and the signature is Pompeii.

At that time, Caesar didn't even know Nono, she had just entered school.

Pompey did not ask Caesar how he obtained this document, it was not important.

"Then you should have seen the reason why I recommended Chen Motong.

Her bloodline is excellent and stable, and she is the daughter of the Chen family.

We did deceive you. Chen Motong was the bride chosen by the family for you from the beginning."

"What I want to know is the real reason."

Caesar took out a document again. Pompeii's expression gradually became serious. This time it seemed not that simple.

"According to genetic testing, Nono and Chen Jun's two sons are not related by blood. She is not Chen Jun's daughter."

"Who knows. Maybe she is an adopted daughter, maybe, haha."

"Nono told me that she was born through a surrogate mother, and the surrogate mother passed away due to illness when she was very young."

"You don't know the situation of the Chen family. In order to obtain offspring with stronger and more diverse bloodlines, Chen Jun will purchase eggs from women with excellent bloodlines. Many of the children of the Chen family were born through surrogacy."

Caesar made no secret of his disgust.

"The test-tube baby created by Chen Jun has no blood relationship with him.

There is a possibility that someone replaced the embryo during the process."

This time, Pompey did not answer immediately. He leaned on the dark red velvet sofa. He clapped his hands approvingly.

"You replaced it."

"Your guess is very good. Keep talking, what else can you deduce."

Caesar took out the third document. Pompey's mouth twitched.

"This is a reorganized plan written by Jung von Herzog.

The three Minamoto siblings are all artificial emperors. Minamoto and Eri Uesugi have undergone pontine splitting surgery.

The Holy Bones of the White King can allow ethnic groups with extremely high bloodlines to complete evolution, but it will destroy the consciousness of the host."

Caesar paused.

"Caesar, Patsy, Chen Motong, Minamoto Zhisheng, Minamoto Zongnu, Uesugi Eriyi.

The Holy Bones of the Black King. The Holy Bones of the White King.”

"It's so similar."

Pompeii nodded and affirmed. It's similar, very similar.

Caesar deliberately put the photos of Nono and Eri Uesugi together. Their overall facial features are very similar, but the differences in details make it easy to distinguish them.

Many people in the academy often refer to Eriyi as "red-haired miko", but miko is not a beautiful word in the dragon culture.

Miko are the beings who serve the gods, preside over the sacrifices of the gods, and are supported by the gods.

Nuonuo's "profile" is essentially a very strong psychic vision ability. In the dragon civilization, channeling is the unique authority of priests and witches.

"Pompei, I will not sit on the throne prepared by others like a puppet."

To Pompey's expectation, Caesar's eyes became cold, and a strange light surged in the depths of his ice-blue eyes.

"I was born to step onto the throne, but the throne must be decided by me.

It is up to me to decide my own path, it is up to me to decide the future of my family, it is up to me to decide what to do with Chen Motong... not you.

You cannot expect me to become the emperor and your puppet on strings."

"It seems that you have a lot of feelings about this trip to the North Pole."

Pompey smiled at Caesar, not caring about his aggression. This was good.

"Luo Yin gave me a lot of important information. He wanted me to destroy the Gattuso family's plan."

Pompeii: "Of course it is him."

Caesar's eyes were filled with anger, and the muscles on his cold face were trembling slightly.

"The family has been preparing a plan for nearly ten years, from monitoring Leviathan to tracking the holy remains... but the ultimate beneficiary was him.

If we also bow to him, there will be no force among the mixed race that can compete with him."

"Yes, we must take action to safeguard Gattuso's glory..."

"Pompeii!"

Caesar interrupted his father angrily.

"You did not discover the true value of Behemoth, and it was your misjudgment of the situation that led to the defeat of the Arctic.

It was your pride and paranoia that put the family in the current situation!"

Pompeii's expression darkened, and his tense facial muscles twitched, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Because Caesar was right. He believed that the black snake was no different from other first-generation species, so he used it as a sacrifice to resurrect the White King's holy body, and the subsequent egg recovery operation failed.

"I need to know everything about the family. I will take back the lost throne with my own hands."

Pompeii's expression changed erratically, and finally he laughed. He took out a bottle of Chianti from the ice bucket and poured one-third of the dark red wine into two goblets.

"Yes, my goal has always been the Black King's holy skeleton. After knowing the existence of that power, what appeal does the four monarchs, and even the incomplete White King, have to their thrones?

Only the power of the Black King is the strongest, and only the strongest have absolute freedom."

"Nono...where is Chen Motong? Does she have the qualifications to fuse the holy bones?"

"That's right. Her genetic information is rich in the genes of the White King and the Black Snake, and she is the best sacrifice to complete the holy body.

Wait for the moment when the holy skeleton takes over the body and completes the evolution, and draws out the blood of the Black King, which is the least toxic when reborn, so that you can complete the evolution."

Caesar calmly digested the message.

"But Chen Motong's bloodline is not strong, and he doesn't even have the spirit of speech."

"She is a product of a new generation than Eriki Uesugi. A sacrifice who possesses too much power, but can easily lose control."

"Why don't you use it yourself?"

"Those who are baptized by the blood of the Black King must have the qualifications to fuse the holy bones.

Looking at the fusion cases in history, the direct descendants of the King of Ocean and Water have the highest success rate, followed by the blood descendants of the White King, and the others are pitifully low.
To be continued...