Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 401 "Tokyo Love Story II: The Love Triangle between the Black Prince, the Three-No Princess, and the Gangster Lady"

Before they parted, Caesar asked Xia Di why he chose him, brought him all the way from Rome to Japan, and gave him the extremely powerful Trident of Poseidon. Was it simply to take revenge on the Gattuso family?

With the ability Xia Di showed in Japan, let alone a mere mixed-blood family, even a single challenge against all the mixed-bloods in the world would be no problem. Why bother beating around the bush?

But the answer given by Xia Di is very intriguing: "In Norse mythology, the Aesir tried to kill a goddess with spears and fire, but failed three times. Each time she would be resurrected intact."

All the men, women, young and old in Gattuso's family believe in Catholicism, but Caesar also has some knowledge of Norse mythology. The goddess mentioned by Shaddi is Gulveig, the fuse of the war between the Aesir and the Vanir.

After all, this is also her mother's last name.

Norse mythology is well known for its chaos. Why was Gulveig, who was born in the Vanir, killed when she came to Asgard with a mission? One theory is that she was trying to argue with the Aesir about which of the two gods was greater and more worthy of people's worship. Another theory is that she was showing off her magic and questioning the status of the gods.

Anyway, because of his rude words, Odin angered the Aesir gods, so he threw his spear to declare war. The protracted war between gods broke out, and both sides beat their brains out.

That was Gullveig's only appearance in Norse mythology, brief but extraordinary.

The real Gulveig was just as fleeting as the goddess in the myth, except that she did not have the immortality of the Vanir. After her death, she would be put into a coffin and buried in the earth, with no possibility of resurrection.

Not only his mother, but even the entire Gulveig family was completely wiped out, leaving no trace of them.

But Xia Di's words gave Caesar a glimmer of hope, but that hope was too slim, as if it would be blown away by the wind once it was spoken, and there would be no possibility of it being realized.

"Gulveig had the support of the Vanir behind her, but the real Gulveig didn't, so she died." Xia Di seemed to have seen through Caesar's heart, and his words were like a sharp blade piercing the boy's heart:

"Reality is not a myth. No one except the dragon clan can be resurrected from the dead, so you think she is dead, right?"

Hearing this, Caesar seemed to have returned to the time when he was six years old. He was standing beside the cross coffin, talking to his mother who was in eternal sleep, using sign language with his hands, but no one could respond to him.

He has always been regarded as the heir of the family. As early as the age of six, he had a clear understanding of the world. He knew that people will be born, grow old, get sick and die. He also knew that the woman sleeping in the coffin will never wake up again. He just couldn't accept this fact.

But as he grew older, the tombstone began to show some old marks due to the erosion of time. He was unwilling to accept it but had to accept it.

However, in response to Xia Di's questioning, Caesar resolutely denied it: "There are two deaths in a person's life. The first is when the breathing stops and the heart stops beating. The second is when you are forgotten by everyone."

The blond boy pressed his chest, his tone firm: "As long as I remember her, she will live forever!"

"Very good!" Xia Di nodded approvingly, then reached out and flicked the bare trident of Poseidon lightly. The long trident handle immediately turned into a spot of light and reorganized on Caesar's left hand, turning into a simple silver-gray bracelet.

"This is..." Caesar looked at Xia Di in confusion. Xia Di put his hands on his shoulders and patted him twice:

"Do you know who the leader of the Vanir is?"

Caesar was startled when he heard this, and then suddenly reacted, his sea-blue eyes tinged with fanaticism: "Niord, the god of the sea?"

Njord, the god of summer and sea in Norse mythology, controls many powers and is also regarded as the patron saint of navigation. Legend has it that he can stir up huge waves and storms with the iron oar in his hand, and can also calm the raging waves and return the sea to peace.

Although Njord's artifact is the oar, the Trident of Poseidon can be reduced to a halberd handle without the spear, and the iron paddle can be reduced to a grip without the paddle. It doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect its use, you can call it whatever you want, even if Xia Di named it a barbecue skewer.

“As the saying goes, when children are young, their parents are their support, and when they grow up, their children are their support.

Although you are still a minor, you are obviously ready, so you can shoulder the burden of being filial to your parents. "Xia Di winked at him, with an expression on his face that said "I am optimistic about you, young man":

"Use your will to light up this spear, and there will be a surprise waiting for you."

The sea breeze blew Caesar's long golden hair. He stroked the bracelet on his wrist with a meaningful smile on his face: "What a surprise! I'm really looking forward to it."

In Norse mythology, Guldveig was killed three times, and the Poseidon Trident happened to be missing three spears.

When he lights up all the inscriptions on the bracelet, will the Trident of Poseidon be completely completed, or will that person return to him?

Wait and see.

Taking a deep breath of the air with a slight smell of the sea, Caesar turned and walked downstairs. He was so focused on showing off that he forgot to share the good news with his old baby and friends.

……

In Tokyo, a burly gray-haired man was walking on the streets of Shinjuku, surrounded by ragged and dusty homeless people. Many beautiful women who thought they were very beautiful cast eager glances at him, but he walked towards his destination firmly without looking around, and did not stop for anyone.

It was a host club called Takama-ga-hara, which was also the top host club in Shinjuku Ward and even in Tokyo.

Because of a mistake at work, he failed to edit in the highlight moments required by his unscrupulous boss. He was forced to go to the gigolo club to look for usable materials, saying that he could then add them to the game he was making.

God knows why an FPS game needs to find inspiration in a gigolo parlor.

"Well, at least he didn't ask you to work part-time in a gigolo club." Inside the ring, Eva smiled and tried to comfort her boyfriend.

Because people from Kassel College arrived in Japan, and Finkel had an unclear relationship with Xia Di, many people were paying attention to his movements, so Eva could no longer stay with him openly like before.

Although the unscrupulous boss has a dark and evil taste, at least he crosses the line on some issues of principle, such as allowing Fingel to be hugged, embraced and kissed by another woman in front of Eva. He really... would not do such a thing as his wife is currently doing.

"I'm sorry sir, we don't accommodate men here."

At the entrance of Takamagahara, a handsome gigolo in a suit and long hair raised his hand to stop Fingel. Although his height was only as high as Fingel's pectoral muscles, there was no fear on his slightly feminine face with light makeup. This is the top-notch gigolo club. Mixed-bloods cannot get in just by looking good. The gigolos all have special skills. He was entrusted with the important task of guarding the door and soliciting customers because he had just passed the novice waiting period and was not proficient in the business. In addition, he had the strength of a first-degree black belt in karate. Otherwise, he should be a waiter running errands inside.

He's not bragging. Even though his size and strength are inferior to the tall and strong foreigner in front of him, if he gets serious, it will only take him a few minutes to knock the guy down.

Finkel looked at the gigolo with a mysterious look of confidence, not knowing where his confidence came from or why. He just stated his purpose in English and said that he had a big business to cooperate with the boss of Takama-ga-hara.

Unfortunately, his English was too standard and not in line with Japanese characteristics, so the gigolo who stopped him on the road couldn't understand him.

There was no other way, so Finkel could only ask Eva to help translate, and he said it in perfect Japanese.

After revealing his identity, Finkel soon met the boss of Takama-ga-hara, a muscular man who was no less powerful than him. With his burly figure and bald head, he looked more like a top gangster than a gigolo who lived on women. When he was young, he could wipe out an entire street with a single knife.

This upright, middle-aged gigolo club owner looks very domineering, and his nickname is equally domineering.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Humpback Whale." Finkel greeted him and prepared to get down to business after a few polite words:
"It's like this. I'm the planner of a shooting game that's comparable to CS. I'm going to add a Japanese-style map to the game. The iconic buildings on the map I'm going to reference are Japan's top nightclubs, Takamagahara, and the red-light club Tamamonomae..."

The man named Humpback Whale couldn't help but frown when he heard that it was a shooting game and that bullets and bombs would cause damage to buildings.

He attaches great importance to Takamagahara. It is a top-notch nightclub that he has put all his efforts into building. Even in the game, he does not want it to be harmed.

It was just one sentence from Finkel that killed the game: "If you are willing to authorize, we will pay 100 million yen as compensation, and we can also introduce a wealthy investor to Takamagahara."

These words were like pressing on the vital point of a humpback whale. Takamagahara Nightclub is located on the busiest street in Shinjuku District. It was originally a Catholic church built by the French in Tokyo before World War II. The annual rent is sky-high.

At the same time, in order to give his guests the best experience, he spent a huge amount of money to purchase luxurious utensils. The sofas, carpets, wine glasses and tableware were all imported, and even the paintings on the wall were genuine ones that he bought at a high price.

With such a huge expenditure, even though Takamagahara’s fees are already the highest in Japan, it is still unable to maintain normal expenses. Now Humpback Whale’s account has more outflows than incomes, and it may fall into a fiscal deficit soon.

The 100 million yen licensing fee can solve his urgent needs, and the wealthy investors mentioned by Finkel can prevent Takama-ga-hara from closing down.

But the time is not imminent yet, so Humpback Whale will not do anything desperate. Over the years, many people have wanted him to close the nightclub and convert it into a department store. However, he has complete control over Takama-ga-hara, so no one can interfere with his decision, and Takama-ga-hara can remain pure.

Once foreign investment is accepted, Takama-ga-hara might become what he hates the most.

As if he saw his worries, Finkel kindly explained: "Don't worry, the investor I introduced is the type who is stupid and has a lot of money. Generally speaking, he is only responsible for spending money and is not involved in management."

"Indeed, I have always advocated that experts should do their job, and I hate it when outsiders guide experts." Xia Di agreed softly, and added:
"There is one thing. He is rather petty and hates it most when someone says something bad about him behind his back. So I suggest you speak in front of him."

"..." x2
"Boss?!" Finkel, who was sitting on the sofa, almost jumped three feet high. Fortunately, Xia Di grabbed him and pulled him back, otherwise the ceiling of the Humpback Whale's office might be destroyed.

"Shufen, long time no see. Did you miss me?" Xia Di withdrew his hand and smiled kindly.

"Boss, please listen to my explanation. What I said just now was..." Feng'er's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his heart was beating wildly. He was even more nervous than the first time he kissed Eva.

However, Xia Di did not give him a chance to explain. He raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "Don't worry, I understand. It's just that he is stupid and has a lot of money. Your year-end bonus will be doubled this year. Remember to ask Eva to find a better mental illness rehabilitation center for you. I think the one that Fujimoto Tree used to do is not bad."

"Ah this..." Finger wanted to cry but had no tears. He really didn't mean it just now. He just couldn't find the right adjective for a while. He contacted Eva in panic:

"Eva, why didn't you help me correct it just now?"

If Eva had corrected his wording during the simultaneous translation just now, he wouldn't have suffered this disaster.

"I'm helpless too. Mr. Xia has been here a long time ago and asked me to translate truthfully, otherwise you will be severely punished." Life is not easy, Eva sighed. For the safety of her boyfriend, she can only... No, her thinking cannot slip any further. She will have to conform to Japanese characteristics later.

Next to him, Xia Di ignored the autistic Fingel, turned his head to look at the vigilant humpback whale, smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."

"No normal person would say he is a good person the moment he meets someone, right?" Humpback Whale rolled his eyes in his heart, but he knew that the person who could quietly appear in his office was definitely not someone he could easily deal with. At least the gatekeeper would be beaten down by ten of them, so he didn't dare to show any attitude:

"Sir, who are you?"

"I'm the wealthy investor he mentioned. You can call me Mr. Xia." Xia Di threw over a business card, which was undoubtedly a certain Black Gold Swan who was conscripted into the army. "For investment matters, contact this person. It doesn't matter whether you want to transfer or not. By the way, this person is also the queen of the financial field. If you want to upgrade or transform your industry, you can also consult her. The fee is charged by the second."

"Uh..." The humpback whale looked at the handsome face in front of him, who was much more handsome than all the gigolos in Takama-ga-hara, and wanted to say that as long as you are willing to join Takama-ga-hara, I will transfer the store to you. With you in Takama-ga-hara, I guarantee that we can make the store bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

It's just that you don't need to think about it to know that the other party is not the type who can entertain people with sex, so he simply didn't open his mouth. Of course, Xia Di also wanted him to speak: "In addition to authorization and investment, I am also planning to use Takama-ga-hara as the location to shoot a love movie, called "Tokyo Love Story II: The Untold Story of the Arrogant Gigolo Black Prince and the Exotic Princess and the Sexy Gangster Lady".

The plot is about a gangster prince who was once a big shot in the underworld but unfortunately fell into prostitution. He met a Russian princess who happened to be traveling in Japan and fell in love with her at first sight. In order to make her smile, he worked hard to become the king of gigolos. In the end, because of his outstanding reputation, he attracted a gangster lady with a thin waist and long legs. He fought with the princess and pulled her clothes and hair. Whoever won could take the black prince back as a male concubine...

The film will definitely be a big hit. When Takamagahara is bustling with customers, you will reach the peak of your career. Tell me, are you ready to become the king of gigolos?"

"Ah?" The humpback whale was stunned by Xia Di's series of big pancakes. If it weren't for the obvious protrusion on Finger's back waist, he really wanted to blast him out as a liar. He responded dryly: "Okay, ready."

"I didn't hear you. Speak louder. I can't hear you at all! You want to be the king of gigolos when you speak so quietly?!" Xia Di glared at him, "Say it again, are you ready?!"

The humpback whale was oppressed by the powerful momentum. He sat up straight, put his hands on his knees, raised his head and chest, and responded loudly: "Ready!"

"Okay, very spirited!"

(End of this chapter)