Things that were easily accomplished when the Gattuso family was in its heyday have now become very difficult.

In the past, the doomsday sect with all the evildoers in it was basically theirs, and if they wanted Lu Mingze's blood sample, they could just wave at them. But now it's extremely difficult, and the Dragon King Su Mo is leading step by step as if he has predicted his fate, allowing them to

The plan fell out of step step by step.

This feeling of powerlessness is simply overwhelming.

However, after hearing these words, Patsy was not pessimistic, but rather surprised.

"You need to pay a greater price, do you mean that as long as you pay the price, you can continue with the plan?"

There is no smooth sailing plan in the world, and it is common to pay extra costs for a smooth plan. As long as you weigh it and think it is worth it, it is not the worst case scenario.

The elders who are accustomed to weighing the pros and cons must know this truth better than themselves, but why are their attitudes still so hesitant?

Given their personalities, if Sacrifice of Odin allowed Caesar to succeed immediately, I'm afraid they would accept it without hesitation!

What's the price for making people with such hard hearts, who may not even care about their own lives, be so hesitant?

Thinking this, Patsy was stunned for a moment and suddenly guessed the answer.

If it is said that the Dragon King Leviathan can be trapped in this sea area as long as the key precious blood sample is used... then for them, except for the Dragon King Ze, the rarest blood sample that can be obtained, shouldn't it be

yes--?

"Yes, so we don't want to do anything unless necessary."

Elder Alpha shook his head.

Immediately afterwards, after the elders had some exchanges, they all turned their attention to Patsy.

"How about you give it a try?"

"yes!"

Seeing the indifferent attitude of the elders, Patsy nodded silently.

·

At noon that day.

In the dark basement, Caesar was lying on the bed, flipping through books boredly. He was holding "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" in his hand, and "Robinson Crusoe" was thrown beside him.

Although he was imprisoned, the treatment given to him by the elders was not bad at all. Not only was he provided with all kinds of fruits and food, but he was also allowed to use the most precious coffee and fine wine on this isolated island. Except for

Except for the guard who kept a cold face and refused to let him out, he basically still enjoyed the highest standard of treatment as a young master, which was much better than the current treatment of Passy.

Although the elders complained about Caesar's rebellion, in fact, their attitude towards this guy could be called doting.

Of course, no one knows whether they were doing good to Caesar or the future monarch.

When Patsy walked into the basement, Caesar immediately dropped the book in his hand and looked at Patsy carefully, trying to confirm what the strange expression he saw before was going on.

However, after taking a quick look, he was slightly surprised.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Although Patsy usually feels a little sickly, the danger mixed with his illness should not be underestimated, but now, he does look a little weak, and his face looks a lot pale.

The guards on the side couldn't help but stepped forward to help, but Patsy refused.

"Nothing, I just did some experiments with the elders."

Percy shook his head, not caring.

"What kind of experiment is so dangerous? Don't those old immortals know that you are the only one who can do things for them now?"

Caesar frowned deeply.

"Could it be that those old immortals attacked you because I refused the plan?"

If Patsy is hurt due to his own reasons, even if Patsy is not a beautiful girl, Caesar's noble son code will not allow him to accept such a thing.

"No, I wanted to try it myself, but I didn't expect it to fail."

Percy shook his head, seemingly not surprised by the result.

"If it were you, you would definitely succeed, but even if you agree, the elders won't let you do it."

People are different, he understood this a long time ago.

But Caesar didn't understand.

Although he didn't know exactly what Patsy meant, he had always had a good impression of this diligent secretary. Even though Patsy's previous attitude of not helping each other made him feel a little strange, it was not a reason to sit back and watch him being bullied by the elders.

.

so--

"Do you need my help?"

Caesar said without any thought.

"Although I feel uncomfortable looking at those old guys, you are different from those guys. If there is anything I can do to help you, just say it. Of course, I would also recommend that you directly rebel against those elders."

Hearing Caesar's husky-like innocent words, Patsy lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"unnecessary."

"Is that so...then take this!"

Caesar didn't insist. Seeing Patsy's refusal, he pulled something out of his sleeve.

Before Percy could react, a cold hunting knife appeared in his hand.

"Although I don't know what you and the elders are going to do, if they ask you to take risks next time, just use this to refuse them. Although the young master's order is not greater than the elders, there is no reason for them to be completely ignored by the elders. It really cannot be given up.

They come to trouble me and pissing them off is my specialty!"

The name on the dark hunting knife is Dictado, it was a weapon specially made by the family for Caesar, but now he casually gave it to Patsy, as if to embolden this submissive secretary.

Looking at Caesar who was happily complaining about the elders, Patsy smiled silently and put Dictado into his other cuff.

"Thank you. Are you free tonight? I want to show you something."

Upon hearing this, Caesar raised his eyebrows at the guard.

"With the elders' orders, do you think I can go out?"

"sure."

Patsy stared at the guard calmly.

The guard immediately knelt down on one knee, saluted silently, and left directly.

The so-called orders of the elders meant less to him than a glance from Patsy.

"I didn't expect you to be as good as I thought!"

Caesar's heart moved and he smiled.

Patsy didn't answer. After agreeing on a time and place, he left neatly. He didn't seem to worry about Caesar running around or going to report to the elders.

Looking at Patsy's straight back, a trace of doubt flashed across Caesar's eyebrows.

I always feel that Patsy's attitude seems a bit strange. What's the difference?
Chapter completed!