You don't even want to call me godfather

"I was just wondering, why do we keep doing this?" Compared to Azazel when they first met, he now obviously has a lot more questions. "If we really need to arrest a criminal, doesn't Rutland still have a garrison?"

"Well... I don't know about this," Raphael thought for a moment, and said with a sly smile, "But if it was Asa, he would probably have the idea that 'the garrison is short-handed, so important tasks need to be handled first' or 'the director of the notary office wants to make a contribution, so he took the initiative to take on these tasks', right?"

"These are all hypothetical statements. We have no way of knowing what the truth is, after all, the notary office has existed for such a long time."

Azazel shrugged, seeming to agree with Raphael's statement, and at the same time he felt amused at his own excessive worry.

"But if you ask me, since it has been said that the Notary Office has existed for a long time, that kind of situation is only a minority, and all Lateran citizens have full faith in the Notary Office, then Aza should also trust it a little more," Raphael glanced at Azazel who was walking beside him, as if there was something else in his words. "Rather than believing in something, we should live in the present, just like Azazel believes in us, believe in the Notary Office and Lateran, or does Aza not believe in me?"

"Raphael won't betray me, and I will never betray you," Azazel said seriously, "Trust is mutual. If I can't even trust Raphael, then I really don't know who else I can trust."

"Right, right, that's about what it means." Raphael's cheeks seemed to turn red after hearing this. She turned her face away and didn't look at Azazel. "Really... don't talk about this anymore!"

"Well...I see."

Azazel agreed.

Listening to the two children behind them talking louder and louder, and Raphael ending the topic shyly, Ouya, who was standing in front of them with his back to them, smiled meaningfully.

Chapter 42: Judgment

In the hotel room, Koshe was standing by the window, idly looking at the passers-by walking downstairs outside the window, while recalling what Kuler had said to him before.

Iris sat on the bed, throwing the dagger up and catching it repeatedly, as if she was passing the time in this way.

Ben Hong, who was asked by Ou Ya to stay behind to guard the room, paced back and forth in the room, holding the camera in her hand, taking pictures everywhere without caring about the feelings of the other two.

"Click, click."

The sound of camera shutters continued to ring, even disturbing Koshe's thoughts.

"Well, I said..."

"Miss Iris, do you mind if I take a picture of you?" Koshe was about to say something when she was interrupted by Ben Hong. She stood in front of Iris and pointed the camera at her. "I forgot about this when I was on the road earlier."

"Ah, no problem."

Even Iris was puzzled by Ben Hong's obsession with taking photos, but she agreed anyway.

"Click."

The shutter flashed, freezing the moment when Iris threw the dagger up.

Seeing this, Koshe swallowed back what he was about to say.

Seeing Ben Hong staring at the film intently, Koshe thought it would be better not to disturb her.

But now that Ben Hong, an outsider, was present, there were some things he could not tell Iris in front of Ben Hong.

"Please allow me to leave for a while, Godfather." Just as Koshe was hesitating about how to start, Ben Hong put down the film and suddenly said, "I promised you before that I would copy the photos for you after returning to Lateran."

"Please do as you please," Koshei certainly did not miss this opportunity and said, "Although Ou Ya asked you to stay, you don't have to worry about us. If you can't even deal with a single Sakota, I don't have the confidence to take Iris with me alone."

"Well, excuse me for leaving for a moment."

Ben Hong put the film into his bag and placed it together with the photos he had taken previously.

She had no intention of staying, so she opened the door and walked out.

"The door...seems to have been broken by Ou Ya."

Before leaving, she glanced at the door frame that had detached from the wall and gave a final reminder.

After Ben Hong left, Iris put away the dagger. She walked to the door, looked into the corridor, and closed the door.

Although there is no point in closing the door anymore.

"What did Kuler say to you?"

Iris sat back on the bed and asked as she looked at Koshe's profile.

"It's just some... inexplicable words." Koshe retracted his gaze from the window. He walked to the center of the room, put his hands on the corner of the table, and looked at the map on the table. "It's not credible. Don't pay attention to it."

"Is that really the case?" Iris could tell at a glance that Koshe was hiding something, but she knew his character, so she didn't ask any more questions. "Forget it, if you think that's right, then there's no point in me saying more."

"I'm glad you understand, Iris."

With tacit trust and non-questioning, as partners who have known each other and gotten along with each other until today, Iris can be said to be very indulgent towards Koshe's willfulness.

As long as it doesn't endanger his own health and safety.

Koshe raised the corner of his mouth and focused his attention on the circled map, but this time, he carefully observed the terrain of Lateran and the paths left by Kule.

……

"Oya um...what are we going to do now?"

The car stopped by the roadside, and Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, asked Ou Ya.

"Find the criminal," Ou Ya turned off the engine and replied, "Remember Gui'er who was captured by you before? Mo De from the interrogation department, Ben Hong's sister, has obtained some information from Gui'er's brain and synchronized it to the intelligence system of the notary office."

This car was reported to the notary office as having been previously destroyed in the desert.

They are basically public vehicles, so there is no need to cherish them too much.

"Raphael, we're here."

Azazel glanced at Raphael, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and woke her up.

"Ahh? Are we there yet?"

Raphael opened his eyes dazedly, left the comfortable seat painfully, and followed Azazel out of the car.

Now, she and Azazel have both removed the devices that concealed their halos in order not to reveal their identities as executors.

"According to Mode's intelligence, we can confirm that the criminal we are looking for this time is not a fallen angel, but he has still committed the crime of murder," Ou Ya locked the car door and said to the two people, "You have heard about his crimes. The criminal killed an entire monastery yesterday. Before that, there were many bomb murders."

"Eh? You killed someone but didn't become a fallen angel?"

Hearing this, Raphael was a little surprised and looked thoughtful.

"The monastery was blown up by explosives. According to information provided by witnesses, the prisoner was carrying a suitcase, and it is estimated that the things were in it. When the guards arrived at the scene, only blood and meat were left, as well as a note saying 'Judgment' on the bulletproof glass," Ou Ya explained again, and raised his head to look at the building on the side of the road. "Mod's intelligence said that the prisoner's next move will be near this building, and our mission is to find him."

After that, without wasting any more time, Ou Ya took the lead and walked towards the building.

"You and Raphael are young, so you can pretend to be students and walk around to see if there are any suspicious people. I will search the building first."

After saying these words, Ou Ya walked into the tavern, leaving only Azazel and Raphael outside the door.

"Are we supposed to pretend to be students, the two of us with guns on our backs? What on earth is Ou Ya thinking..." Azazel complained, somewhat speechless, "But... we were able to know the criminal's next move in advance. It seems that this is indeed an organized crime."

"Azazel, don't blame Uncle Ouya. He is like this sometimes." Compared to Azazel, Raphael was more energetic. He grabbed his arm and walked in one direction. "Instead of thinking about that, why don't we go take a look around first."

"Hmm... Come to think of it, Raphael seemed to have been on a team with Ou Ya for a while before me?" Taking this opportunity, Azazel also asked Raphael about the past, "Before this... did anything happen?"

"…Why would Asa suddenly ask this?"

The vitality that Raphael had just shown was fleeting. Azazel's question seemed to have touched something unchangeable. She stopped in front of Azazel and her tone became a little cold.

Azazel choked. He was a little slow to react to Raphael's change. Although his mind was full of doubts, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

At the same time, his attention was suddenly drawn to two Sakotas at the intersection not far away.

"Ah... Raphael, are those two people weird?"

He motioned for Raphael to look at a middle-aged man and a young man who were talking next to an Alpaca Romeo at a nearby street corner.

"Ah, those two are also executors of the notary office, Asa."

Raphael was stopped by him, but just took a look and confirmed.

"How did you recognize it?"

"Before, when Uncle Ou Ya took me to perform some simple tasks, I often met people in the same profession," Raphael smiled again in an instant, "Because my ability is more suitable for assistance than combat, I would observe those executors in my spare time, and gradually my vision of people became more and more accurate."

"Is this so..."

Azazel didn't know what to feel when he saw Raphael, whose smile was growing on his face but looked increasingly unnatural.

This girl, who looks no different from an energetic student, really doesn't give people the feeling of an executor at all, and it is even impossible to associate her with the daughter of a fallen country.

As the two chatted, they had almost walked around the building, but still didn't see any suspicious people.

"Asa, look at the car in front."

Suddenly, Raphael called out Azazel and pointed to a construction vehicle that suddenly appeared on the roadside ahead where they had gotten off the car before.

"What happened to that construction truck?"

Azazel could only ask in a compromising manner regarding Raphael's strange behavior from time to time.

"At this time of year, there shouldn't be any construction vehicles here. There's no construction warning, and it's not turned off. It doesn't look like there's anyone inside. It even parked next to Uncle Ou Ya's car, and we didn't see it when we got out of the car."

"Well... let's go check it out first."

Although he didn't quite understand what Raphael meant, Azazel still took the initiative to walk in front of Raphael and moved towards the construction vehicle in a protective posture.

But just as he walked through a narrow alley, a man sitting at the entrance of the alley made him alert to the highest level.

"Just... a beggar?"

The person sitting at the entrance of the alley was dressed in rags and was covered in dust. There was an iron bowl on the ground in front of him with a newspaper underneath.

When he saw Azazel, the beggar did not react. He just looked at him with a pair of lifeless eyes and even hummed a song softly.

Looking inside the construction vehicle, the key was still in it, and it looked like the driver had only left temporarily.

While blaming himself for being too vigilant, Azazel beckoned Raphael to come over and relax.

But just as Raphael trotted over to Azazel and stood on tiptoe to look into the car, the beggar became restless.

Unlike his calmness when he saw Azazel, when he saw Raphael, he seemed to be stimulated by something. His eyes widened, and his hand hidden under his tattered clothes stretched out and threw something at Raphael.

"Boom!"

Azazel leaned sideways and saw the beggar's movements out of the corner of his eye. Before the thing touched Raphael, he quickly turned around, drew his gun, and shot the thing into the air with the butt of the gun.

"Boom-"

But unexpectedly, the thing actually caused a small explosion in the air, and the air wave knocked both of them to the ground.

"Ahem--Raphael!"

Azazel protected his face with one hand and his head with the other. His body hit the construction vehicle. He quickly adjusted his state and asked Raphael.

"I...I'm fine!"

Raphael said as he got up from the ground.

Azazel quickly looked towards the place where the beggar had just been. There was no one there, only an iron bowl and a newspaper left.

After looking around and making sure that the beggar did not ambush them, Azazel walked Raphael to the place where the beggar had just sat and picked up the newspaper on the ground.

There were two big words written on the newspaper:

"judgment".

Chapter 43 Adam

Azazel remembered what Ou Ya had said before, about the way the clergyman was killed, and he immediately realized that the beggar just now was most likely the criminal they were looking for.

Killing people with explosives instead of firearms is done in order not to violate the "law", to prevent becoming a fallen angel, and to facilitate hiding.

And just in the interval between the explosions, the criminal disappeared, which means that he had most likely "changed his appearance" and blended into the crowd.

Looking at the passers-by attracted by the explosion, some of them even started making phone calls. Although as executors they did not need to worry about any guards, this situation still made Azazel feel a little nervous.

He picked up Raphael and held him under his arms.

"It's time to run, Raphael."

In a lounge in the building, a man dressed as a beggar gently closed the window he had just climbed in through.

"Have we been discovered? Perhaps we should find another hiding place, or complete our goal quickly."

He took off his clothes, revealing the face. It was Hexi. He picked up the clothes prepared in advance on the bed and changed into them.

He pulled up his collar to cover half of his face, put on his hood, opened the door with a sigh, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

"The two young men would appear here, which means that Ou Ya might be nearby..." He closed the door, frowned, and spoke awkwardly into the headset hanging on his ear, "Yes, it seems that I have to be careful in the next action. I must not be discovered by Ou Ya."