Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 32: Old Friend (1)

Dragon Raja 5

On the outskirts of Rome, in the vast alfalfa fields, there was an old monastery with lush ancient trees in front of the gate.

A silver Aston Martin convertible drove along the winding road, with a string of Coke cans tied to the back of the car, making a cheerful tinkling sound as the cans collided with the ground.

The passengers were a man and a woman, their looks complementing each other. The man was wearing a white linen suit, tall and thin, with a short beard and a healthy tanned skin, a typical Italian handsome man.

His female companion was a Latin beauty, also with wheat-colored skin, wild and charming, wearing a tight white lace dress that hugged her hips, showing off her curves.

They looked at each other from time to time and held hands while driving. It was obvious at a glance that they were a couple in love or a newlywed couple.

The car stopped at the door of the monastery, and the man immediately pounced on the Latin beauty and kissed her deeply. They kissed until both of them were out of breath.

“Honey, wait for me, don’t run away, I’ll be worried.” The man stroked the Latin beauty’s face, “The alfalfa fields here are full of man-eating monsters.”

The Latin beauty held the man’s arm, her expression infatuated, “When will you be back?”

“Just chat with the elders in the family, it will be quick. How could I bear to leave you? Not even for a second longer!” After another suffocating deep kiss, the man straightened his collar and walked towards the black iron gate of the monastery.

He didn’t knock, and the iron gate opened in front of him. The courtyard was empty, and the marble fountain was spraying water lonely.

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The Latin beauty looked at the man’s back and couldn’t help but sweetly recall her encounter with this man four hours ago…

This man named Pompeii.

It was in a bar at Stockholm Airport, where a heartbroken Latin beauty was drinking alone.

In fact, she came to Stockholm for a layover, but she had an argument with her wealthy boyfriend of three years on the previous flight and said she wanted to break up in anger.

At this time, Pompey appeared, wearing a white suit and a white linen hat. He seemed to have come from a hot place, and was covered in sunshine.

When he walked in, all the women in the bar were looking at him. There are really not many men in this world who can amaze you at first sight.

“I want two glasses of 1972 Macallan whiskey, one for me and one for the lady who is worried.” Pompey sat directly opposite the Latin beauty.

The Latina was flattered.

They looked at each other and drank a vintage of wine together, but said nothing.

When the wine was almost finished, the Latin beauty’s ex-boyfriend pushed open the door of the bar with a bouquet of roses, obviously to apologize and save the relationship.

At this time, Pompey stood up and said, “Dear lady, shouldn’t life allow you to travel whenever you want? I have a small plane that may be able to take you to a place where you don’t have to worry.”

The Latin beauty glanced at her ex-boyfriend and immediately grabbed Pompey’s hand. They walked out of the bar and started kissing passionately, with broken hearts, a bunch of scattered roses and her ex-boyfriend’s furious eyes behind them.

But the ex-boyfriend, who had always been very conceited and arrogant, did not catch up with her. He might have felt that he had no competitiveness in front of Pompey.

The small plane Pompey was talking about… was a $65 million Bombardier Global 8000, roaring on the runway ahead.

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This is love! When you meet the right person, you don’t even need to say a word to him. The Latin beauty was sure of it when she was kissing and groping Pompeii on the private plane.

Unfortunately, when he was halfway through, Pompey received an emergency call from home. Although he was reluctant, Pompey still ordered the plane to land at Rome airport and brought the Latin beauty to this suburban monastery.

The iron gate slowly closed behind Pompeii, and the Latin beauty suddenly felt that although this place was ancient and elegant, it was a bit gloomy.

But the uncomfortable feeling passed by quickly, and she felt a little happy. Her new boyfriend’s elders actually lived in such an ancient and elegant monastery. It was obvious that he was not only rich, but also a descendant of a famous Italian family.

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In the hall filled with sunlight, twelve old men in white robes, like monks, sat quietly on twelve chairs. The marble floor was shiny and reflected their shadows. They were like ancient sages, sitting on the silent water.

Pompey pushed the door open and walked in. He didn’t even look at the old men. Instead, he picked up a green rose from the ancient porcelain vase and sniffed it deeply, as if he was intoxicated by the fragrance.

The old people didn’t seem to mind his arrogance and debauchery. They looked straight ahead and remained silent.