Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 125 School Board Meeting (Part 3)
"To give a brief introduction, he has just been re-elected as the president of the Student Union with unanimous support. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he turned the Student Union into his own fan club. In the last semester, he failed two courses. He is better at fighting and science and engineering, but has been slack in the history of the dragon clan. Oh, and he was the leader of the co-fight during Freedom Day. He once filled the swimming pool with champagne, let the girls from the Student Union jump in to swim, and placed a floating plate with Spanish ham on it. He was given a serious warning." Angé introduced.
"I heard that China's King Zhou of Shang held a lavish banquet that was full of wine and meat. I don't quite believe it, so I want to replicate it myself." Caesar didn't care about the glorious history that Ange introduced. "I want to verify whether his legend is true."
"There is only one reason why Caesar can appear here. He killed the Dragon King Norton who merged with Constantine. We have enough evidence to prove that he was the one who dealt Norton the fatal blow." Angé said.
After a moment's silence, the school directors applauded the new generation of dragon slayers. Judging from his resume, Caesar was undoubtedly a bad and troublesome student, but the fact that he had killed the Dragon King was enough to cover up all his shortcomings.
"Am I here just to accept a belated congratulations?" Caesar looked at Ange. In front of him were the mixed-race elders, but he was not interested in their congratulations.
"No, you are here because we have selected you as a candidate for the Nibelungen Plan." Caesar's uncle Frost Gattuso answered his doubts.
"The Nibelungen Plan?" Caesar repeated.
Gattuso's family pursued elite education and trained Caesar to be the emperor's successor since he was a child. In Chinese terms, he was proficient in poetry and the six arts. He could sit on the street and play Flight of the Bumblebee at any time to attract passers-by to stop. He could also push the musicians aside while dining in a restaurant and sing if he felt that the musicians were not good enough. Therefore, he was familiar with all the famous opera arts in the world, including Germany's heroic epic "Der Ring des Nibelungs". This opera lasted 16 hours, and few people sat down and watched the entire opera seriously.
The ring represents supreme power, and whoever holds it will hold the world. Many years later, the ring in Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings was based on the power of the Ring of the Nibelung, but Tolkien didn't know that such a mythical thing really existed in the world. In the real history of dragons, the Ring of the Nibelung actually refers to the bloodline of dragons. The creators of the opera hid its true face under artistic processing.
"This is a groundbreaking project. We have to spend many years preparing and carefully selecting candidates." Beowulf said, "We don't care about your past resume. We need to ask you a few questions before officially revealing it to you."
Beowulf was a man with great oppressive power. In front of this Viking warrior who was over two meters tall, even a man of Caesar's stature looked like a dwarf. He had to take seriously this dragon-slaying hero who was the only one who could make him bow his head slightly.
"Why do you want to slay a dragon?" Elizabeth asked. "You are the heir of the Gattuso family. You can enjoy life to the fullest even if you do nothing. There are many things in this world that you will never experience in your entire life. Slaying a dragon will make you lose the opportunity to come into contact with them."
"I am Caesar, not the Caesar of Gattuso's family. Choosing to enter Kassel and embark on the path of slaying dragons is my way of proving myself. Partying is part of how I enjoy life, but it will not be my whole life." Caesar's ice-blue eyes did not hide the fact that Frost was here, but from the moment he entered the door, Caesar's eyes never stayed on Frost for a second.
"You have already killed the Dragon King Norton, so what is your future goal? Retire from the army and become a good teacher to teach new students?" Christina stared at Caesar. She was not very old, but the way she asked questions was very sharp.
"Only an old hero would put away his worn sword and go home to flirt with the girl next door who has had a crush on him for many years. I am still young and have plenty of time to kill the next Dragon King. I just hope that the Dragon King will not wait until I am too old to hold the sword before appearing."
"It's hard to imagine that Caesar is the child of your Gattuso family, Frost. Your nephew is nothing like you or Pompey." Angers smiled, "I like your arrogance, but you have to understand that the power of the Dragon King is absolutely strong even if it is not fully awakened. It is definitely not something that can be resisted by relying on large numbers. We hybrids all have the blood of the dragon race in our bodies, which makes us unconsciously want to submit to them. If you want to kill the Dragon King, you must have a strong enough bloodline to maintain your iron will and not submit to the Dragon King. Only then will you have a chance to find their weaknesses! The A-level bloodline you rated in Cassel is far from enough, and even those of us sitting here are not enough."
"Does it have to be an S-level bloodline like Lu Mingfei?" Caesar asked, "She shot Constantine and has the same merit as me. If we follow this theory, she is more suitable to be here since she has a higher starting point."
"Her experience is not as good as yours. What we need is a leader with strong bloodline and appeal. Only such a person can gather an army to slay dragons, just like the Dragon Kings. He should be a mixed-blood monarch among us!" said Chen Hao.
"It sounds like I can really become emperor." Caesar whistled.
"You can understand it this way." Angers folded his hands and smiled, "The textbook that Cassel gave you said that humans cannot have more than two Word Spirits, but you participated in the battle against Norton and saw Norton release many Word Spirits such as Zhulong, Junyan, Jingliu, and Jet Flow."
"It's just that the bloodline is not enough, so humans can't do it, right?" Caesar is very good at drawing inferences from one example.
"That's right. Mixed-bloods have the chance to reach the power of pure-bloods. This is the evolution of their bloodline. Once the purity is high enough, they can use a variety of words and spirits, and even strengthen their own words and spirits."
"Don't most hybrids who try to steal power end up becoming Deadpool?"
"No! There have been mixed-blood monarchs in history. They were mixed-bloods who completed the path to godhood. They were promoted to gods! They were even better than the Dragon King!"
"God...?" Caesar took a deep breath. Ever since he entered Kassel Academy, his original worldview had been reconstructed one by one. He had accepted the dragon clan's worldview for many years. Like most people in Kassel, he believed that all the supernatural powers in the world were caused by the dragon clan. But now, the word "God" came out of the mouth of Angers, the dragon-slaying principal... Did everyone stop believing in dragons and start believing in Mount Olympus instead?
"This is our Nibelungen Project." Frost stared into Caesar's eyes. "Strengthen the bloodline, break through the limits of the hybrids, and retain the human will to become the monarch of the hybrids, a leader unparalleled in the world, a new god that even the Dragon King would tremble for. This is the essence of thousands of years of human skills. We have successfully touched the tip of the iceberg of the mysteries of the dragon race, but this gift is too precious. Only one person can accept it. He must be good enough and young enough to accomplish the feat of slaying a dragon in his lifetime. Caesar, are you willing to accept it?"
It was rare for Caesar to be willing to look his uncle in the eye. He understood that Frost was telling him something that might change the course of dragon slaying. As long as he nodded, the name Caesar Gattuso might be as prominent in future textbooks as the great emperor of all ages.
"There are many people you mentioned in Kassel Academy who are not afraid of sacrifice and are willing to challenge. The peak of slaying dragons is just ahead, waiting for heroes to crown them. Among so many people, why did you choose me?" Caesar said lightly.
"Because you are good enough." said Ange.
"Excellent?" Caesar sneered, "Chu Zihang is also excellent, Lu Mingfei is also excellent. In terms of bloodline alone, one is S-level and the other is recognized as A+. To strengthen their bloodline, they have a higher starting point than me, right? 1+1 is only 2, and they can be higher than 2."
"Your uncle also insists that you are the best." Angers looked at Caesar, "Our mixed-blood monarch must not only have the power of blood, but also be an outstanding leader. Slaying a dragon is a task that cannot be accomplished by one person alone. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei are far inferior to you in this regard. The students of the Lionheart Club secretly complain that the president has a blank expression. Every time a report needs to be presented, it is Susie or Lancelot who does it. As for Lu Mingfei, she still needs a lot of opportunities to train herself. She is suitable to be your right-hand man instead of replacing you."
"Caesar, do you understand now? The family has high expectations for you! We are willing to put everything on you!" Frost's voice was low and gentle, even a little... pleading.
Frost seldom praised someone seriously, but he was willing to be humble to Caesar. The entire Gattuso family had high hopes for Caesar, hoping that he would become a mixed-race emperor and lead the entire family to unprecedented glory.
The school directors remained silent. The list of candidates did include Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, but in the end, Caesar was the best candidate. This was partly due to the Gattuso family's hard work, and of course, it was also because Caesar himself was suitable for this task.
"It's a pity that I don't really need it." Caesar smiled faintly, stood up and saluted, "Give the opportunity to Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei. Sorry, I have to leave now."
An hour later, Caesar sat on the terrace of the hotel, leisurely drinking ice wine. The luxury cars drove out of the hotel one after another, and the mountain bike was the last one. His refusal made the most powerful people in the mixed-blood world return empty-handed. This feeling was a bit like the pleasure of a child after a prank was successful.
The gift was indeed heavy, and Caesar was willing to accept it, but when he realized that it came from Gattuso's family, it instantly turned from fine wine into mud.
"From your expression, you seem to be very satisfied with the result." Percy put a new bottle of wine on the table and took away the empty bottle.
"I can't say I'm satisfied, but I just hate the so-called high and mighty people, especially the one sitting there named Gattuso." Caesar said calmly, "Has my card been suspended?"
"Who in the world dares to stop your card?" Percy laughed.
"Of course. I didn't give Frost any face at the board meeting. If that guy gets angry, he might resort to such a despicable trick." Caesar threw the black and gold card on the table. It only had a Swiss bank logo, but it represented huge wealth.
He spent lavishly the family's money, contradicting the family while preparing for his account to be closed at any time. Those old guys knew very well that economy was Caesar's biggest weakness. When the conflict was most fierce, Caesar set fire to one of Gattuso's top mansions.
So his account was shut down for half a year. During that time, Caesar was so poor that he had to eat instant noodles for the first time , something he had always looked down upon, and he ate it for several months. At first, he was amazed and said that the Japanese were really able to develop such a delicious thing, but when he ate it every day, he really wanted to vomit at the smell, but he had to pinch his nose to eat it.
Those are only temporary. If one day he bids farewell to that account that will never stop flowing, then the luxury sports cars, top hotels and private jets will all be gone, and even the lights and warmth of Gattuso's family behind him will disappear forever. Caesar will only be Caesar, a poor boy who started from scratch. The people around him who gathered because of money will all leave him. Fortunately, Nono is not a person who cares about money, so he won't lose even the last thing.
Caesar had considered such an outcome. He was now spending the family's money and fighting against the family just to disgust them. When that day really came, he must be prepared. For example, he had a bank card in the name of a younger brother in the student union. The funds on this card could not be traced by the Gattuso family because they were all in the name of the younger brother, who never asked about it and left the mobile phone linked to the card with Caesar.
The money in it all belonged to Caesar, and had nothing to do with Gattuso's family. It was the money he earned from playing games and betting with the rich second generation in the upper class. Compared with his own expenses, it was not worth mentioning, but it was enough to open a store or something. The principal came from a month's work at a coffee shop on campus. It was originally a hobby, but he was still paid a salary. He didn't expect to use it later.
Caesar had been prepared for a long time. If one day he lost the black card, then this money would be his last resort. He might go to Japan, because the Gattuso family has properties all over the world, but they don't have even a shabby house in Japan. You won't see the disgusting faces of the Gattuso family in such a place.
In Japan, ramen seems to be very popular and sushi is also very good, but compared to these, European and American cuisine is more popular. Japanese people have a strange preference for Western food in Europe and America, which is very suitable for Caesar.
Caesar has tasted delicacies from all over the world and learned skills from top chefs all over the world. He can open a high-end restaurant in Japan and run it with Nono. He doesn't need to spend too much time every day and only needs to focus on the ingredients and dishes. He can chat with the guests while working. There is no need for even a glass window in between. The guests can clearly see how each dish blooms like a gorgeous summer flower in Caesar's hands. The distance between diners and chefs is basically zero. It would be best if he could make a few Japanese friends in this atmosphere.
The only problem is that he doesn’t know Japanese very well... Caesar began to think about whether he should find a Japanese teacher after what happened today to prepare for future troubles.
