Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 135: Trip to the Capital (2)

Walking down from the small blue brick building, holding a walnut in his hand.

Caesar is learning how to be a good local nobleman.

But he had no idea what would become of the nobles of this land.

Two team members went to the Apple Orchard site today to investigate the situation, but no one knew where Nuonuo had gone to play.

He was left alone in the hotel, watching two episodes of Qing Dynasty TV series. He came out for a walk since he had nothing to do.

This stroll actually caused some trouble.

The simply dressed little girl stood in front of Caesar.

"A photo, right?" Caesar asked.

The little girl shook her head, took out a letter, handed it to Caesar, and ran away.

Caesar opened the letter without a signature or address with doubt, as if he was opening a love letter.

But the content is not a love letter, but an invitation.

The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, fortunately it is not cursive, otherwise Caesar might not be able to understand it.

"Your Excellency Caesar Gattuso, I sincerely invite you to talk about the King of the Earth and Mountains. If you are interested, please follow the beautiful girl just now."

Caesar would not refuse such a provocative invitation.

He looked up in the direction the little girl had left. She was waiting at a corner.

The girl followed him all the way, and no matter how much Caesar said, she did not respond.

The little girl stopped at the door of a remote antique shop.

Phoenix Hall.

"We're here." She said this and turned to leave.

Caesar looked at her departing back and felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

It was a rare occasion when he failed to attract the attention of a woman.

If there wasn't something else to talk about, perhaps Caesar would continue to show off his masculine charm.

But now, he strode into the antique shop.

There was only one old man sitting in the deserted shop. He had an aged face but looked particularly healthy.

His sword-like eyebrows almost made him look ten years younger.

Caesar was sure that he didn't know this guy.

And there didn't seem to be any sense of strangeness in the look he gave her.

"Letter, did you write this?" Caesar put the letter on the counter.

He paced back and forth in the shop, admiring the antiques.

"Although I know that Gattuso is never short of money, I still want to remind you that everything in my store is genuine, and the cheapest one costs several million." The old man stood up.

"Who are you? A hunter? Or a member of a mixed-blood family?" Caesar ignored the old man's words, became interested in a hairpin, and reached out to pick it up.

The old man should have a display cabinet so that the items cannot be picked up by customers.

But he might not come back for even a single day for many years.

"Who am I?" The old man smiled softly, "I'm not a hunter, and I don't have a family. Just treat me as an ordinary lonely old man."

"An elderly widower?" Caesar turned around and pierced the old man with sharp eyes, but it was like he was facing a thick wall.

He couldn't see anything; the old man only looked calm.

"An ordinary old widower knows nothing about the king of the earth and the mountains," said Caesar.

"I just heard something about it." The old man approached and put his hand on Caesar's shoulder. "Is your father, Pompey Gattuso, okay?"

"You know him?"

"I've never seen it before, so I'm curious."

"He's fine." Caesar looked unhappy and asked, "You were talking about the earth and the king of the mountains, how did you get to him?"

"It's just a chat. Are you in a hurry to find the King of the Earth and the Mountain?" the old man asked, "Or is it that the academy is in a hurry and Ange has given you an order?"

"You know the academy?" Caesar became more alert.

"I've heard a little bit about it." The old man continued, "I have a clue. It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Let's investigate the Wanggongchang explosion. Instead of just looking for a way to enter the Nibelungen, it's better to understand the history of dragons in this land. History will give you the answer to where the Nibelungen is."

Caesar thought about it and suddenly laughed, "I see, you were sent by the family, right?"

The old man smiled but said nothing.

"Frost's arrangement?"

The old man remained silent.

"Please go back and tell him that I don't need his help. This is a fair competition between Chu Zihang and me, and I don't want anyone to ruin it." Caesar handed the hairpin to the old man, "Here, please wrap it up for me and pay the bill."

The old man said nothing more and wrapped the hairpin as Caesar had instructed.

After paying the bill, he sat back in the rocking chair and watched Caesar's back as he walked away with a smile.

"He's gone. Come out, Percy," the old man said suddenly.

The curtain was lifted and a man in a suit walked out from the inner room.

Patsy Gattuso.

"He's smart enough to know that you're trying to help him." The old man tapped the armrest of the rocking chair with his right hand, "but he's not willing to accept your help."

"He's always been rebellious," Percy said flatly.

"Tell him what you know, maybe he can change." asked the old man.

"This is Gattuso's business. You have crossed the line, Mr. Friedrich von Roon."

"Frost told you?" The old man's smile disappeared in an instant, leaving only coldness. "He is not a good partner."

"I will keep it a secret for you. Only three people, including me, know about this."

"three people?"

"My father already knows of your existence."

"I have been working with you for so long, but you haven't done what you promised me." The old man thought, "I should think carefully about whether I should continue to cooperate with you."

"You have no choice," said Passi. "Angers has been looking for you all over the world for many years. Without Gattuso's protection, how long do you think you can hide?"

"I don't think Ange will kill me, it's just a reunion."

"If he knew what you did, you would not feel good even if he didn't kill you." Percy thought for a moment and said, "After all, you are their traitor."

"Traitor?" The old man did not resist this sentence. "It's better than Gattuso, Passi. You know better than me what the blood flowing in your body means."

Inside the store, the smell of gunpowder gradually grew stronger.

Percy wanted to kill, but he didn't dare to do it.

It wasn't because he was afraid of causing unnecessary panic, but because he was not sure of winning.

The murderous intent gradually faded away.

"I'll tell Frost," said Patsy.

"I don't understand whether Gattuso is the Gattuso of Pompeii or the Gattuso of Frost."

"You are not important enough for my father to personally receive you." Percy looked towards the inner room, "The key to the back door. I should leave now."

"The one with the black rope in the drawer of the counter." The old man reminded: "I hope that as you said, only you three know this name. Otherwise, if something happens to me, Gattuso will not be at peace either."

Percy understood that the old man was worried about him.

"You don't have to worry about me telling other people about this." Percy took out the key. "I won't live long, so I'll let them rest assured."