Caesar was speeding by the sea, driving his Harley motorcycle.
The silver-white streamlined body of the car was covered in a mysterious glow under the evening sun. The dim golden color was indescribably elegant and noble.
Caesar was venting. There was no better way to vent than riding a car at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour by the sea.
Everything was just rebellion. Caesar used his own way to rebel against that huge family, the Gattuso family that had controlled everything since he was born.
With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, Caesar directly jumped off the motorcycle that was about to explode. His body was thrown backward at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, and the motorcycle that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars drew a perfect parabola and flew into the sea.
Boom! Looking indifferently at the huge waves splashing up, Caesar lowered his ice-blue eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Young Master, it's getting dark. The sea breeze at night is stronger. Be careful not to catch a cold.”The young butler wearing a top hat had unknowingly stood behind Caesar with a humble expression.
"Gattuso…what a glorious and great family name…what a glorious and powerful family.”Caesar praised in a low voice.
"I will definitely let you stand at the peak of this world…and then I will personally destroy you!”As he spoke in a low voice, it was like the most vicious curse in the world. Caesar's face was suffused with a cold smile. He took the windbreaker that the butler handed over and put it on himself.
Gattuso Family, mourning hall.
The arrangement here was the same as it had been more than ten years ago. Two, two, three, and three candlelight flickered gently, and the cross-shaped coffin lay flat in the candlelight. It was a thick, hard wooden board with a copper lock hanging on it.
Every night, he would lie on the coffin for more than three hours. This was a habit that Caesar had developed since he was six years old. This habit had continued until now.
A pitch-black curtain hung down. Behind the curtain was a dim candlelight that seemed to be going out at any moment. Lying in the candlelight was a woman called Guelwig.
This was a forbidden place of the Gattuso family. No one in Gattuso except Caesar would step into this place.
In this mourning hall, in front of his mother, Caesar could shed all his pretense and cry or shout to his heart's content.
What did her mother look like? Her memories were already starting to blur. From the day that woman died, the entire family began to erase her existence. Everything about that woman when she was alive was wiped clean, even her name.
All that was left were the words 'Guelveig'.
That woman was called Guelweg. That was how the family addressed her mother.
Thinking of this, Caesar laughed at himself. Just like more than ten years ago, he lay on the coffin and absorbed the warmth that had been cold for sixteen years.
"This woman is finally dead. The elders of the family feel relieved. Will you be sad?"
"Your own woman should be a little sad, right? But if she did not die, Caesar would fall into her hands.”
"It's good that you think that way. Think about it, now that she's dead, Caesar is purely the son of the Gattuso family. The surname Guelwig is no longer important to us.”
"Caesar had deep feelings for her and specially learned sign language for her.”
"Feelings are a matter of time. They will fade slowly. Moreover, the children we choose will become leaders. Feelings will always be side dishes for leaders. Just like how that woman is just an insignificant side dish to your childbirth!”
The words that had been repeated for 16 years rang in his ears. The " mausoleums " that recorded these voices danced in the darkness. These " mausoleums " had been loyal to the mourning hall, playing the words that had been recorded 16 years ago meticulously.
It was just an unimportant side dish. Caesar's lips curled into a deep self-deprecating smile.
"I will…I will become the glory and hope of the Gattuso family. I will let this ancient family regain its vitality and return to the peak of the world. Then…I will personally destroy it!”
" Mother... did you hear that..." After removing all his pretense, Caesar was as fragile as a baby at this moment. He hugged the coffin under him and used an extremely nostalgic tone before falling into a deep sleep.
The small mourning hall fell into a deathly silence. Only the gently swaying candle flame burned.
Pa da, a sound rang out in this mourning hall where no one else would appear except Caesar.
Patter, patter…
The sound echoed in the small mourning hall like a rhythmic beating. However, Caesar did not react at all and continued to sleep soundly.
An ethereal singing voice rang out. It sounded like an elegy. It was sentimental and varied in tune, revealing incomparable sadness.
Ta, ta, ta. Footsteps sounded in this mourning hall that no one would enter.
The dim candlelight outlined the shadow of a slender woman. She walked and stopped in front of Caesar in silence.
The singing continued. Caesar fell into a deep sleep. He had never been so relaxed before, and his vigilance had never been so low.
"Brothers will kill each other and die together,
Sons of sisters,
Morality is lost,
This is the age of depravity,
Evil breeds everywhere,
Swords and swords are flying,
The shield was shattered.
This is the age of the wind,
In the age of wolves,
Until the end of the world,
Everyone doesn't care about each other."
The woman stretched out her hands and gently hugged Caesar in her arms. The tone of the desolate song that she was singing changed strangely and turned into an inexplicable ballad.
Or rather, it was more like a prophecy…
Under the dim candlelight, the woman's face could not be seen clearly, but the gentle smile on his face when he hugged Caesar could be clearly seen.
"Brothers will kill each other and die together,
Sons of sisters,
Morality is lost,
This is the age of depravity,
Evil breeds everywhere,
Swords and swords are flying,
The shield was shattered.
This is the age of the wind,
In the age of wolves,
Until the end of the world,
Everyone doesn't care about each other."
The woman gently patted Caesar's chest and kept repeating this ballad, and then...
His ice-blue eyes suddenly opened. The few candles in the mourning hall had already burned out, and the surroundings were surrounded by a thick night that could not be melted.
The night seemed to be very late…
Gently touching the coffin that still had his body temperature, Caesar's face was full of nostalgia. Then, he walked away.
In the darkness, in an unknown place, light laughter came, and then a sad elegy sounded, singing and telling.
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