Chapter 96 The scar is healed and the pain is forgotten

Something that may not even survive the end of the world actually still has the mood to think about the future.

As a half-witness of that incident, Pompey was very curious about what decision Angers would make if he knew the whole story.

The atmosphere among the nine people was slightly silent, and occasionally someone spoke.

"The Gattuso family needs to reduce its investment in Kassel. In addition, the super artificial intelligence of each family of the secret party will no longer connect with Norma, and independent satellites will also refuse Norma access. Kassel has already transcended some restrictions."

"I have no opinion."

Pompey replied lazily.

Eleven branches, more than a hundred sub-branches, this college has unknowingly gained such a great influence in the world, and Angers still holds the power firmly in his hands in the confrontation with the board of directors.

Cassel was indeed out of control, no wonder they were unwilling to continue investing, this accident was just the beginning.

Pompey certainly agreed with it from the bottom of his heart. Although he looked down on these mixed-race monarchs, he would not spend money to keep Angers busy.

"You can't have an opinion, Gattuso, don't forget how you got your position."

Atop the throne of Jotunheim, the tall figure called Ham emphasized this, never disguising his arrogance in his words.

"Just be happy with you guys."

Pompey shrugged easily.

"Also, Gattuso, we need to know the extent of the Chen family's losses and whether their research results have been stolen."

"Well, there are definitely some losses. As for the results - forgive me for being blunt, you want to rely on bloodline experiments to give birth to the first generation of hybrid forces. Why don't you study more about how to open up the path to becoming a god, or beg a dragon king and work for him. Maybe he will give you the blood of a foreign minister if he is happy?"

Pompey simply recounted the current situation and then started talking nonsense.

"Gattuso, I have tolerated you for a long time."

The man hammered forward angrily, and the advanced technology faithfully and reliably projected the sound of the table top breaking into the entire hall.

"You actually question the determination of an ancient dragon-slaying family to fight against dragons."

"I didn't tell you anything, why are you anxious?"

Looking at the other party who was like a hedgehog with its spines exploded, Pompey retorted with a smile.

"you--"

"quiet!"

The Deadpool-like old man ended this farce and spoke out.

"His memory should have awakened a year ago, and he began to investigate the world of mixed-bloods. He was helped by a mysterious force, and finally attracted his attention to the Chen family. This is not Gattuso's fault. The fact that he was able to survive safely until now was tacitly acknowledged by us. Everything is still as planned."

You are so stubborn.

Pompey silently complained.

Maybe this old man was cremated by Zhulong, and his mouth might still be muttering "Everything is going as planned" in the magma.

"Our top priority is to stop the loss. Zhengtong has made a choice that goes against ours as usual. The Chen family's development in the local area has been frustrated. We need to relocate."

"The research on bloodline experiments is still necessary. This is the reason why the Chen family has been able to exist until now. However, it cannot be within the sphere of influence of the secret party. Gattuso will continue to be responsible for this aspect."

"Secondly, it's about that person's treatment."

The old man looked around with a sarcastic expression.

Beowulf's ancient history made him clearly understand the danger of the dragon, and he advocated killing it directly, but unfortunately his colleagues forgot the pain after the wound healed.

Just like in Hollywood sci-fi blockbusters, humans united in the face of alien invasion, but still fought over the uneven distribution of spoils afterwards. In the end, the one fell into Ange's hands. This once-accepted ending seems to be less correct now.

But can they reach a consensus now and go to the trouble of launching a new dragon hunting activity?

You know, last time, their actions directly laid the seeds for the disintegration of a superpower, so who will they sacrifice this time?
Lu Mingfei's prediction was indeed correct. The current secret party could not deal with him by force, and the current secret party was unwilling to pay such a price.

Especially in the eyes of the secret party today, this resurrected monarch is more like a knife controlled by someone.

"I can only say that the current monarch is no longer a terror."

The old man pondered, tapping gently on the long table.

The status of a god who is shot down once will plummet in the minds of his believers, and the same goes for the Dragon King.

But no one knows what happened in the dragon hunting battle. Most of the people who faced the gods died, and the few who survived kept silent about it.

I don’t know where these people’s confidence comes from. Can the ancient kings really be defeated by relying solely on hybrids?

"The Gattuso family will deal with this matter. We will not let him get away with it."

Pompey said softly: "But I need time, at most a year."

He had a much stronger sense of crisis than these guys. The scene of almost having his skull opened instantly reminded him of the time when he faced the pressure of Fenrir before he became one with his brothers.

We must find an opportunity to restore the dragon body and fight again, no matter whether we win or lose.

He couldn't feel at ease without having the exact data of this abnormal factor in his hands.

"The secret party will not interfere."

Someone said seriously.

"Beowulf will assist you in your operations. In addition, there is Japan, the patriarch of the Tachibana family. We all know who he is."

The old man said calmly: "It's time to put some pressure on that patriarch. The White King's secret has been hidden for too long. I believe Norma can draw his attention to Japan."

"can."

Pompey smiled.

He knew what the patriarch was doing in Japan; they had even worked together for a while.

But as the old man in Beowulf's family said, the head of the family has been playing role-playing games for too long, and he should be given some pressure. Otherwise, when some of the people present enter the hibernation capsule, they may not be able to see the successful case of The Road to Godhood.

"The Knights Templar are investigating the location of the Lord of Earth and Mountain. The Nibelungen has disappeared."

"The King of Bronze and Fire is still missing, and Cassel is following up on this."

The ancient elders continued their conversation with each other, and Pompey, seeing that it was boring, chose to leave.

These monarchs seem to have developed a habit of commanding the operation of the world from the dark side. When they really reach the edge of the cliff, they also hope that others will take the lead.

The invisible wind screen pulled back the curtain that shrouded the surroundings in darkness.

Below the floor-to-ceiling windows, densely packed taillights formed a strip of light, and the buildings were brightly lit.

“It’s been so many years.”

Pompey shook the wine glass, his handsome face was reflected in the glass wall, and the bandage wrapped around his head was still conspicuous.

"The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten."

Or perhaps, this wound has never fallen on those so-called monarchs?
(End of this chapter)