You don't even want to call me godfather

He shook his head to get rid of this strange dream. Looking at the dazzling sunlight shining into the room, he shielded his eyes with his arms and got out of bed.

"It's past eight."

Looking at the clock on the wall, he got dressed, pulled the chair in front of the table to the bedside, and sat down on it.

It's time for morning prayer.

He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, clasped his fingers together and placed them in front of his nose, maintaining this position while praying in his heart.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, the pair of wolf ears on his head trembled, and he heard some noisy sounds.

Pushing open the stained glass window, he saw that there were many people gathered on the street downstairs. When they saw the young man sticking his head out, they gradually quieted down.

He closed the window, put on the suit and coat hanging on the hanger, and walked out of the room.

Koshe Cascade, this is his name, which also represents the eldest son of the Cascade family, the largest family in Syracuse, and the first heir to the family.

His father, now the godfather of the family, has been extremely strict with him since he was a child.

"Women and children can make mistakes, but men cannot."

His father had always taught him this.

As a child at that time, he had doubts and was puzzled. Why did men have to bear all the responsibilities and pains?

But he has been guided and educated by his father since he was a child. In the more than ten years in Syracuse, he has learned a lot and seen a lot. Now he may understand his father's painstaking efforts.

Today is his coming-of-age ceremony, and the people gathered downstairs just now are all members of his family.

And what he is going through today is what every party member has done before.

He swore an oath to the godfather, that is, to his father, and became an official member of the party.

Generally, before becoming a member of the party, the godfather would instruct them to do something that was nothing to him but seemed impossible to them.

As the next godfather and the leader of the next generation, Koshe Cascade understands his father's identity and status, so he has been correcting his way of doing things, hoping to meet his father's expectations.

Just yesterday, he had just solved a car bomb incident that had been giving his father a headache for a long time. Party members could not travel with the police, so he could only rely on his own strength to bring the target to justice.

Koshe walked out of the mansion, and the surrounding party members consciously moved to both sides when they saw him leaving.

Where is he going now? Church?

No, he will go to the Godfather's house. Although Syracuse is religious, they must be loyal to the Godfather while being loyal to God.

Accompanied by his party members, Koshei came to his father's mansion. Looking at the luxurious mansion, he glanced at his party members and walked in.

The hall was dark and unlit, and Koshe walked along the carpeted floor until he came to a room with its door wide open.

He walked in and found his father's study.

His father, Ulysses Cascade, godfather of the Cascade family, was sitting in a reclining chair. When he noticed his son's arrival, he turned the chair around.

"You're here, Koshei."

My father has a hazy melancholy temperament, as well as a soberness that is independent of the world. He is accustomed to power, and people can feel that he is a ruthless character even without him saying anything.

"You should know the procedure, Koshei."

"Yes, Godfather."

Without his father saying anything, Koshei knelt down on his knees and stretched out his hands.

The godfather took out a picture of the Virgin Mary from the drawer, cut Koshe's index finger, let his blood drip on the picture, and then lit it with a lighter.

Koshe held the fire motionlessly until the photo burned out, then he put his hands together and extinguished the sparks.

"I swear to you, Godfather, that you may bear witness to my loyalty."

He lowered his head, his face showing an expression of great piety.

"Tyrannical evil people block the path of justice, and guide the weak in the name of mercy and kindness," the godfather lit a cigarette for himself and said, "I will never doubt your loyalty, my child, but you must learn to see the people around you clearly."

"Yes, Godfather, I understand."

Seeing Koshei's overly serious look, the Godfather paused for a moment, took a deep puff of cigarette, and swallowed what he was about to say.

The Godfather has always adhered to the minimum satisfaction.

He never hesitates to give, because he is not short of money at all. He only cares about other people's attitude towards him.

In front of the godfather, almost all of Koshe's thoughts could be seen through. He could see that his son respected him very much, which made him very satisfied, but at the same time, he did not want his son to have the same attitude towards him as those party members and those who asked him for help.

Koshe is the next Godfather, and he has to learn how to use power and how to remain proud.

"You go first, Koshei. Today is your adulthood day. I won't assign you any tasks. Go do what you want and relax."

"I understand, Godfather."

But he didn't even want to call him father.

Sometimes, even he himself doubted whether he was too strict with his son, which led to his serious attitude now.

Koshe left the study and walked out of the mansion.

The Cascade family's followers were gathered quietly outside the door. When they saw him come out, one of them walked straight up to him, grabbed his arm and lifted it up.

"Congratulations to my godson for officially becoming a member of the party!"

"Oooh!"

As he spoke, the other party members also burst into cheers.

As taught by the church fathers, Koshei often accepts help from others, even those who are members of his family, he will lend a helping hand.

It can be said that the various tasks these people needed to complete before becoming party members also required a lot of help from Koshei.

He helped them without asking for anything in return, only pure and true friendship, which is why he was so popular among the party members.

"Alright, alright. It's just a formality after all. There's no need to go to such great lengths."

Koshei gently broke free from the gangster's hand, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box in his pocket and put it in his lips.

"Please let me help you."

Before he even took out his lighter, four or five people came up to him and vied with each other to light the cigarette for him using their lighters.

"call……"

The cigarette was lit, Koshei exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the gang members who surrounded him, and thought to himself.

So what should we do today?

Chapter 2 Lapland

There was a bar in Syracuse that Koshei frequented.

The bar's decoration is very ordinary and there is no special feature in its appearance. The bar is small and the lighting inside is dim. There are traces of dried brown liquid on the dark windows.

Many customers were discouraged by the dirty and messy environment, but the bar still continued to operate there.

Koshe pushed open the door of the bar.

The smell here was bad, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable, or maybe he had gotten used to it.

The smell of alcohol was all around, and he walked to the bar and found a seat to sit down.

"Good evening, welcome to the Valhalla Bar, what would you like to order?"

The dim lights flickered.

"As always, just a cup of something cozy will do."

Koshe said, resting one arm on the bar, tapping the surface with his fingers.

"It's you, Godfather. Why are you here so early today?"

After the sound of a cocktail glass shaking, a classic wine glass filled with green liquid was brought up, along with the bartender's joke.

"Don't tease me. I don't know how long it will take for that day to come."

After drinking the bitter wine, Koshe looked at his shadow reflected on the bar and retorted.

"But that day will come, won't it? Just like this little bar will close down one day."

The bartender seemed a little nonchalant and said.

"Are you okay, Jill? You look troubled."

Looking at the bartender's expression, Koshe couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Um, nothing much, I was just thinking about the rent."

she replied.

"rent?"

"Well, the rent is due in two days," Jill sighed, and said, "and the fact that the bar is about to close down is also bothering me. I even spent an hour talking to myself last night. There are beer cans everywhere in the room, and I don't know where my cat took my passbook to."

"This... is indeed a bit bad..."

Koshe couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat for Jill. Perhaps he would never encounter these situations and would hardly worry about such things, but Jill was just a bartender in a small bar, and the unhappiness in her life was outrageous.

"Well, don't think too much about it. I'm working now, how can I be so depressed?" Jill patted her face and encouraged herself, "90% of life depends on how you treat it. Look for the bright side of things!"

Looking at Jill, who was disappointed but still cheering himself up, Koshe didn't know what to feel.

Although he is the godfather's son and has never had to worry about money, he is not without values ​​and does not understand the sufferings of the citizens.

These were chaotic times, and he knew that these people wished they could live in a freer age.

No one will ask them to do anything, no one will order them to achieve anything. They don't have to live in fear every day in society, nor do they have to worry about the trivial matters of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He helped many people, including ordinary citizens who came to him for help.

He knew that Syracuse was a country full of scars, with the Mafia above the government and laws almost nonexistent.

Koshe Cascade, his status here is almost unmatched, but he does not despise others or deprive others of their freedom.

His father once told him that great kindness can be like great hatred. Those who have been helped by them will often worry that they will need to pay back an equal amount, which will make them bear a heavy psychological burden, and this burden will accumulate and turn into resentment.

He never wants to make enemies with anyone, so he will ask for rewards from those who ask for help, but only small rewards, such as helping him move his car, treating him to a meal, etc.

Time erodes gratitude more quickly than beauty, and he kept this in mind and used it as a warning to avoid bringing unnecessary burdens to those he had helped.

Just like Gil, just like this bar, he always leaves a generous tip when he comes for a drink and leaves.

This was his way of helping Jill, and in return he asked Jill to remember his favorite drinks.

"Hey! Boss, give me two bottles of liquor!"

Just as Koshe was thinking, a bold voice came from the door. He turned around and saw a pair of silver wolf ears.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not the boss, I'm just a bartender. Why don't you listen?" Although Jill complained, he skillfully took out two bottles of whiskey from the wine cabinet. "Don't get drunk again this time, Lapland."

"Don't underestimate me, Jill."

Lappland smiled, walked to the bar, sat down next to Koshe, and deliberately showed the two strangely shaped long swords at his waist.

She reached out and took the two bottles of whiskey that Jill had placed on the bar, and consciously took a clean old fashioned glass from the side.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, poured herself half a glass of wine, and then poured half a glass into Koshe's empty glass.

"Gil, I paid for his drinks."

Laplande put down the bottle and said to Jill who was secretly looking up the wine recipe.

"You should know that my pockets are always full, Laplander, or did you make a big profit?"

Although he said this, Koshe still picked up his glass and clinked glasses with Lappland.

"A few of my former enemies have come to visit me," Lappland took a sip of wine and threw up a few gold coins and a pocket watch with her other hand, showing off her spoils. "Don't worry, I know you don't like to owe others. Just think of it as chatting with me. I was so bored when you were helping your father."

"That's fine. I'm almost done with my work now, so I have some time to come here for a few drinks." Koshe also took a sip of the liquor to satisfy Lappland's wishes, and was the first to ask, "Where is the partner who was with you before?"

"Fuck, you're going to break my defense right away, right?" Lapland almost choked on his wine, but then said, "But as for Texas, she's probably going to find the life she wants."

"You didn't leave with her? I thought you would leave for her."

"I don't know when she left Syracuse, but I'm not an idiot who gets carried away by emotions," Laplande said, stroking a dog tag around her neck. "I know that her and I will not be on the same path in the future. We will not be on the same path together."