The so-called disguise is nothing more than a means of self-protection or to confuse the enemy.

There is an animal in nature called a chameleon. They use camouflage to hide themselves from predators or get close to their prey.

Which type does Pompeii belong to?

"Anyway, just help me rescue my son. I'll help you with the family." Pompeii snapped his fingers.

Angers hesitated and said: "Actually, there is bad news. According to Norma's calculations, the chance of them surviving from the bottom of the sea is very low...so low that I don't want to say it, and you don't want to hear it."

"I know, 1%, let 1% go to hell! If he dies so easily, can he still be called Pompeii's son?"

Pompeii frowned and spoke righteously,

"Caesar's life should be like his great father's, with his footprints all over the seven continents and four oceans, and his girlfriends all over the seven continents and four oceans! Before we achieve that great goal, the men of our Gattuso family will not die.

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Angers fell silent.

Maybe there is a third possibility.

Just like what the bishop said, these things have nothing to do with scum-like men.

There may be no conflict between the slutty, coquettish, and lowly appearance and the unbridled, magnificent heart.

They usually call this kind of people - neurotics.

"Let's go, don't miss me too much!"

Mr. Psycho stood up quickly and stretched comfortably.

"By the way, can you open the door for me? Your alchemy door is really difficult to open. It's really a luxury to use a living creature to protect your office!"

Angre was stunned and frowned: "How did you get in?"

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the bishop inadvertently.

"I haven't been back for many years, so I asked Patsy to guide me. Patsy fed the living creature with his blood, and the little guy opened the door obediently. Speaking of which, is the Bishop also planning to go to Tokyo? Hiss, such a big one

How could the Gattuso family not be involved in the scene? It was decided that after Passi sends me back, I will let him go to Japan to join in the fun!"

Crazy's right fist hit the palm of his left hand, which was a sure sign.

"Patsy?" Angers had doubts in his eyes.

That lock is the work of the vice-principal, and there are probably few more powerful alchemists than him among the hybrids in the world.

Although there are many students with outstanding pedigrees in Cassel College, no one has been able to sneak into the principal's office so far, not even Caesar and Chu Zihang.

If Pompeii opened the door with his own blood, Angers would not be surprised. No matter how excellent the blood of the owner of the Gattuso family is, it would not be surprising.

But Patsy?

That man who is as careful and precise as a secretary?

Speaking of which, the vice-principal specifically mentioned this young man in his ears last time.

He claimed that he had made a mistake, and the young man who could make this old guy make a mistake was indeed not an ordinary person.

"Oh, don't you know? Passi is the big killer of the Gattuso family. His bloodline purity is the highest among all family members. Even Frost and I can't compare with him." Pang

Bay smiles.

Angers was shocked: "But the heir you chose is Caesar, not him!"

"When it comes to choosing an heir, the heir does not have to be the one with the highest blood purity. I am the current heir, so am I still a loser?" Pompeo patted his butt, "Our family chooses the heir according to the current circumstances."

"Are you saying that Patsy is a killer? And Caesar is a stud like you?"

"To be precise, it's a war machine. You didn't realize how powerful it is because it has never been used as a war machine in front of you."

Pompeii's eyes flashed behind the lenses,

"Besides, it's too sad to say that my son is a stallion. It's enough for our family to have me as a stallion!"

Angers complained: "But you just said that Caesar's future should be to have girlfriends all over the world."

"Wrong, it's the seven continents and eight oceans!" Pompeo corrected seriously, "Also, who said that those who have girlfriends all over the seven continents and eight oceans must be stallions? Don't forget for whom the ancient harem was established."

Ange raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Let's go, let's not see him off, we'll see you next time!"

Pompeii trotted out of the principal's office. The black Rolls-Royce that had been waiting for him in the morning fog came silently. He waved and got in.

"This slut has also appeared. It looks like she is in big trouble."

A slow voice followed the slow footsteps going upstairs.

"Oh! It's really you. After leaving your side, I have been daydreaming about being able to listen to your teachings again."

The vice-principal entered the room carrying two bottles of brandy, with his denim shirt open and a slovenly appearance. When he saw the priest sitting opposite Angers, his face was filled with surprise.

The flattery and enthusiasm in his tone almost made Angers mistakenly think that Pompeii had come back.

The vice-principal hugged the priest warmly and gave him a kiss on his face.

"My little cowboy, your belly is even sexier."

The priest patted his round belly in praise.

The vice-principal patted his beer belly proudly, as if he was ashamed that such a thing was insulated from him.

Angers covered his face with his hands, not knowing how to face all this.

"Would you like a drink?"

The vice-principal shook the brandy in his hand, his eyes flashing with eager anticipation.

"Of course." Mr. Father agreed readily, "You were standing at the door just now, why don't you come in?"

"The Chinese say there's no room for two stallions in one stable. I don't like that guy."

The vice-principal shrugged, took out two clean wine glasses, and filled them for the priest.

The two of them clinked glasses and drank it down in one gulp.

"Why did you come to see me?" the vice-principal refilled the glass.

"Take you to Tokyo to witness a historical milestone." The priest smiled, "Such a grand festival would be such a waste if there were no spectators."

"Is it the awakening of 'god'?" the vice-principal asked tentatively, "Which king does 'god' refer to? Is it the Black King?"

He had just stood outside and listened for most of the time, knowing that Ange was waiting for him to ask questions at this moment.

Anger on the side listened attentively with his ears raised.

"The 'god' you call is White King." The priest gave the answer directly, but then shook his head and said, "She is a participant in the festival, but not the protagonist."

"The White King is not the protagonist?" the vice-principal glared, "Are it the Black King and the White King who wake up this time?"

"No, only King Bai was awakened in this festival." The priest said firmly.

"But you just said that the White King is only a participant in the festival. If such a great being is only a participant, who else can play the leading role besides the Black King?"

The principal and vice principal looked at each other.

"What I mentioned earlier is the 'god' in your mouth." The priest smiled.

The vice-principal suddenly fell silent for a moment, scratched his messy hair and said, "Stop beating around the bush with me. Is it possible that there are still two White Kings in this world?"

The priest spread his hands: "Who knows?"

The vice principal rarely choked.

The top leaders of the secret party all know that this generation of Master Flamel is a reckless guy, a bastard who breaks common sense, and a shameless master. The reason why no one can do anything to him is because of his status and seniority.

No one knows how long this guy lived, but it was probably longer than Angers.

So in front of him, those old elders are all juniors.

Compared with caring for the young, the vice-principal obviously believes that respecting the elderly is more important, so now only the vice-principal chokes people, and no one else chokes him.

But now he has met his match.

In front of this patriarch-level elder, the secret party's mentor Flamel also lost confidence.

"You took me to such a dangerous festival. Do you have a way to deal with the newly awakened King Bai?" the vice-principal suddenly asked.

He rubbed his hands and looked honest.

"My little cowboy, how dare you think so?" The priest said with a surprised look on his face, "How can you compare me with that man? I'm just an ordinary Buddhist enthusiast, and that man, who has a complete period of his life, can do it all by himself.

It can reverse the polar magnetic field of the earth and bury all living things on this planet."

"You mean magnetic field reversal?"

The principal and vice principal were stunned.

The earth's magnetic field is equivalent to a huge protective shield, shielding most of the rays from the sun and the universe.

If the geomagnetic field is weakened due to an inversion, then the solar wind in the universe will hit the earth directly. Under the impact of such high-energy particles, the atmosphere will be the first to be affected.

Once the atmosphere is breached, the outcome is self-evident. Humanity will either become extinct or develop into an "underground civilization."
To be continued...