Candlelight illuminated the monastery hall, and the gleaming marble slabs were covered with dim firelight.

Twelve monk-like old men in white robes sat quietly on twelve chairs. Their shadows rippled on the marble floor tiles along with the candlelight, like ancient sages sitting quietly on the water.

Caesar walked into the hall and sat on the empty chair in front of the old people, his eyes not staying on them for a moment.

"Caesar, I haven't seen you for so long, and you have grown up again." An old man said, his old voice was like a corpse, but it was also very kind, "It seems that the Nibelungen deep in the Arctic Ocean is very experienced.

Got you."

"Grandpas, do you have anything you want to say quickly? I am rarely in a good mood today, and I don't want to waste it all here." Caesar said patiently.

Grandpa is an inappropriate title. The correct title should be "ancestors." Among the twelve old people in front of us, the youngest is four generations away from Caesar.

But as Caesar said, he was in a good mood today and didn't want to conflict with these old people, so he respectfully called them "Grandpa."

Faced with their grandson's unruly yet humble attitude, the old people understood very well and did not get angry.

"The purpose of summoning you this time is very simple. I just want to see your triumphant return." The leader of the old man said, "For this reason alone, isn't it worth meeting our extremely outstanding next family heir?"

After he finished speaking, all the other old people nodded in unison, not only in agreement.

If ordinary people were faced with this scene, they would probably go crazy. The twelve haggard old men in front of them were like computers with interconnected nerves. They had the same clothes, eyes, and opinions. The sight of them could only be described as scary.

When they were in charge of the family, they all used the names of heroes from the Roman Republic period, but after abdicating themselves, their names became Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta... all of which were the most popular.

As simple as Roman letters, these old people don't seem to care about their existence in this world.

Even Caesar doesn't know why these people are so persistent in living in this world, just to wake up at the necessary moment and make a few major decisions and enjoy the pleasure of power?

There is another reason why Caesar doesn't like these old people - they may be a reflection of his future. One day he will also lie in a cryogenic tank and become the so-called "person in power".

"You seem to have known about the existence of the Nibelungen for a long time?" Seeing that the group of people stopped talking, Caesar simply asked the question himself.

"Even Vice Principal Flamel knows where it is, so why can't we know? Everything about that prehistoric supreme being." The old man continued.

"The reason why I don't tell you is because there is no need to announce it. The Supreme Being is dead and has not left any valuable legacy. It will not affect your mission of chasing Leviathan. We will never remind you to be careful about those things.

Don’t be frightened by the dragon skeleton tied to the cross, right?”

The old man at the head smiled kindly.

"That's it, but I see that the grandpas seem to be very happy, as if I brought back an important treasure from that glacier... You can't be so stupid that 'I came back safely' means an important treasure, right?" Kai

Sa's eyes swept over everyone.

"Growth." The leader said, "Growth is the most important treasure you bring back from this journey."

"Then grandpas, can you tell me where I grew up?" Caesar was somewhere between serious questions and teasing.

"Your eyes, your eyes are the best proof of your growth." The old man replied, "To be honest, before this mission, your eyes were somewhat frivolous and arrogant, but after this mission, this frivolity and arrogance disappeared.

There is no existence, replaced by calmness and perseverance...You are becoming more and more a qualified emperor."

Caesar was stunned. If he hadn't been in front of so many old people, he might have subconsciously taken out a mirror to see what was wrong with his eyes.

It's natural for his eyes to change. After retrieving the memories from before the timeline, his soul has also experienced countless temperings of life and death, and he understands why he fights and what kind of heavy responsibility he carries on his shoulders.

Who is the final enemy?

Caesar tried to twitch his eyes, trying to return to the original state, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. Playing these tricks in front of this group of people whose average age is several hundred years old will only be counterproductive.

"Caesar, the final holy war is coming, are you ready?" the old man said solemnly.

"Is it really possible for the King of Oceans and Water to push the world into the abyss by himself?" Caesar asked.

"No, the awakening of the King of Ocean and Water is just the prelude to the final holy war. Although she is powerful, she is far from the most difficult enemy." The old man said.

"Who is the most difficult enemy? The Black King? Or Odin? Or the King of Sky and Wind?" Caesar listed all the names he could think of in one breath.

Strictly speaking, Lu Mingfei is also one of this possibilities.

"I don't know, and you don't need to know. All you need to do is prepare for battle, and we will clear all obstacles to your final enemy." The old man pondered.

"I still don't quite understand. If I knew more secrets, maybe I would be more cooperative." Caesar said lightly.

This sentence is what Caesar really wanted to express, although it sounded a bit rebellious to the ancestors.

"Of course I will tell you the secret one day, but only if you grow up enough to satisfy us." After a long time, the leader of the old man spoke, "That's it for today's meeting, and then you can do whatever you want.

It’s done.”

Soon, Caesar left the monastery, leaving only the old people in their original positions.

Ghostly whispers echo throughout the monastery.

"How is it? Do you think there is something wrong with Caesar?" said an old man.

"It's hard to draw a conclusion. His heartstrings are quite stable. It's hard to say whether he experienced anything in the Nibelungs."

"But according to the report, he had close contact with the heroic spirit named Abbas. Maybe his memory was restored as a result."

"But why do the heroic spirits do this? Does it do them any good?"

"I don't know. Maybe we can only believe that the reason why the heroic spirits do this is out of friendship."

"It's ridiculous, just like a lion praying devoutly before eating."

"It's all because of the education policy you set for Caesar, which made his soul too arrogant and righteous. At this stage, he is likely to regard us as enemies."

"If you are not arrogant and unjust, it will be difficult to become the leader of the Gattuso family, let alone lead us to the pinnacle of glory."

"That's enough." The old man at the head said and immediately asked his companions to quiet down.

His code name is Alpha, the first letter of the Roman alphabet, and he is also the leader of this group of old people. His will is the highest will of the behemoth Gattuso.

"No matter what you say, Caesar is probably beyond our control now, but we obviously can't kill him. Without Caesar, we have no future." Alpha said in a heavy voice.

"Let Caesar stay at home for a while, and don't let him join Angers," said Alpha.

"Will this really work? I heard that he has been promoted quickly in the executive department due to his outstanding military exploits in recent years. The entire Italian branch of the executive department supports him, and he can mobilize a lot of people."

"Manpower is not a problem. In terms of talent reserves, the Gattuso family does not need to fear any force, not even Cassel... What's more, Chen Motong is in our hands. When necessary, she can be used to block the hostages."

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Well!
Chapter completed!