You don't even want to call me godfather

Chapter 47: Devastation

"Here, your camera, and the copied photos."

In the photo shop, Cecilia handed Ben Hong what she asked for.

"Well, please."

Ben Hong took the camera and photos and put them in his bag.

"By the way, your camera may be a little damp because of the snow." Seeing Ben Hong taking his things and leaving, Cecia hurriedly reminded him, "I have wiped the body of the camera with a microfiber cloth. Please note that you cannot change the lens today."

"Well, please."

But Ben Hong still had that indifferent attitude. Perhaps because of what Adam said to her, she kept her head down and didn't even look at Cecilia.

"I say..." Seeing Ben Hong like this, Cecia finally couldn't help but say what she had always wanted to say, "At a time like this, it's more appropriate to say thank you. There's no need to keep putting yourself in a lower position."

Upon hearing this, Ben Hong looked at Cecia strangely. After confirming that the other party was not joking, her eyes became a little wavering, as if she was thinking.

"Well, I see, thank you," she said seriously after a moment, "thank you for your trouble."

"..."

The corners of Cecia's eyes twitched, and she felt that the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat. Finally, she pushed Ben Hong's back with an impatient expression and sent her out of the store.

"You, even if you tend to forget things, at least go and brush up on your basic etiquette."

Finally, Cecilia left these words to Ben Hong and went back to the store.

"call……"

Cecilia sighed deeply, glanced at the closed door, sat down at the front desk, and took out some photos from the drawer.

These photos...should, in theory, belong to Ben Hong.

But Ben Hong never thought about this matter, and Cecilia knew some "inside stories" more or less, and she knew that Ben Hong would never remember these things.

Because...her sister, Mo De.

The woman who could erase people's memories and emotions.

After a long time, Cecilia put away the photos. After thinking for a moment, she stood up and walked towards the underground secret room.

Adam stood in the secret room, looking at the network of relationships on the wall. He picked up a pen, drew a circle on Ou Ya's name, connected a line to Xila's name, and drew a branch.

"What did you tell her, Koshe?"

Cecia pushed aside the door curtain and asked straight to the point.

But Adam didn't answer her question. He just circled the map.

"What impact will the other you have on the development of things?"

After a long while, he turned his back to Cecia and suddenly asked.

"You mean Yolanda?" Cecia knew what Adam was referring to. She shook her head and said, "She and I are both incarnations of Idhela. As the only two human incarnations, I have existed much longer than her. With me here, she will be suppressed."

"That means that the other me now can only fight alone," Adam sighed, but did not show too much helplessness. "It doesn't matter. This is not something that can be accomplished in one go. One more or one less person will only affect the time."

"So what do you think about Ben Hong?"

Cecia obviously didn't want to talk about herself anymore, so she moved on to the original topic.

"She... is an absolute point," Adam said, "an absolute point in time. Whether it's Ou Ya, Azazel, or Raphael, their life and death cannot be separated from Ben Hong's choice. This is an absolute point that is difficult to reverse."

Cecilia didn't say anything. She thought of the photos she had just hidden.

She knew that those photos were enough to reverse everything, and she also knew what she should do.

"Now is not the time to make difficult choices or rash decisions. This is a time to make mistakes." Adam turned around and looked at Cecia. "But, I don't have much time left."

……

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, teacher—"

Ben Hong returned to the hotel. She pushed open the door which was now useless. Just as she was about to say hello, a dagger was already against her neck.

"Sorry, I was a little too alert."

Seeing that the person coming was Ben Hong, Iris retracted the knife and apologized.

"This is normal. After all, we are in a completely unfamiliar place." Ben Hong seemed to understand. She took out photos from her bag. "The photos have been copied, Godfather."

"Well, thank you."

Koshe stepped forward and took the photo.

Just as he was about to put the photo into the pocket he seldom used, he suddenly touched something.

It's very thin and seems to be made of paper.

He switched the photo to his other hand and pulled out the item from the deepest part of his pocket.

At this moment, he was stunned.

That was also a photo, and in the image, it was a family portrait of Cascade.

Ulysses, Christina, Destiny, and Koshe himself.

His father put his hand on his reluctant head, his mother smiled gently and leaned on his father's shoulder, and Destiny hid beside Koshe shyly, not daring to look at the camera.

Koshei's fingertips pinched the photo, stroking the burned corner, trembling slightly.

This was the family photo he had nearly burned the night he had buried Destiny and killed Providence himself.

"Koshe?" Iris noticed something was wrong with Koshe, so she walked up to him and asked, "Why are you..."

When she saw the photo, she shut up.

Ever since the fall of Syracuse's government, Iris had been at Koshe's side during the formation of the Family Council.

She knew that after Destiny's death, Kosh'e had no mercy anymore.

Now she can fully understand why Koshei was reminded of the past when she saw the objects, just as she often thought of the children who were killed when she walked in the library of the orphanage.

Everywhere you look, you see devastation.

Koshe would use cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs to distract himself from the sadness, but it was just an escape.

After discovering that Koshe was taking the drug, Iris went to look for a doctor who could prescribe it, and finally found out that the source of the drug was a chief physician at the Mental Health Center affiliated with De Ipank Prison.

And that doctor was actually the one who had previously treated Destiny in prison.

He told Iris that situations like Koshe's were just a 'phase' and once they got through it, everything would be fine.

"Sorry, it took you so long to come back." Just as they were in an awkward atmosphere, Ou Ya's voice came from behind Ben Hong, "Did anything happen during this time, Ben Hong? Do you have any information about the fallen angels?"

"No, not really." Ben Hong turned sideways and shook his head. "I have been in the godfather's room. The prisoner Kuler has not come back, and there have been no other emergencies."

"Have you been in the room all this time?"

Ou Ya looked at Ben Hong and frowned slightly. He looked at the positions where several people were standing in the room and seemed to have discovered something.

"Ben Hong has never left the room. She has always been there," Koshei said, dispelling Ou Ya's doubts. "You have a competent student, Ou Ya."

"You flatter me, Godfather."

Ben Hong thanked Koshei, and only they knew that he was thanking Koshei for helping Ben Hong save face.

"Is that so..." Ou Ya thought for a moment, then simply gave up thinking about these trivial matters. He called to Ben Hong, "Okay, Ben Hong, it's time to pack up. I'll drive you and Raphael back."

"Well, I see."

Ben Hong zipped up the shoulder bag that she had opened when she took the photos. She nodded slightly to Koshei and followed Ou Ya away.

"By the way, Godfather," just as they were about to leave, Ou Ya turned around again and handed Koshei a piece of paper, "If you encounter a similar emergency again and it endangers your safety, just call the numbers listed here."

"Who are these people?"

Koshe took the paper and saw three numbers written on it.

"In order, it's me, Mo De from the interrogation department, Ben Hong's sister, and... the head of Section 1 of the Notary Office's Operations Department, Xila," Ou Ya explained. "I believe you have already met Section Chief Xila. If there is any situation in Lateran, please contact us. We will ensure your safety."

Koshe put the family photo into his pocket. He held the paper in his hand and was a little surprised when he heard Xila's name.

"...Okay, I understand. Thank you for your concern, Ou Ya."

After a long while, he said.

Chapter 48 The Sicilians

"They're gone, Koshei."

"Ok, I know."

In the room, Ou Ya and others had left for a long time, but Koshe was still standing by the window, his arms on the windowsill, holding the note with the number in his hand.

"What are you thinking about?" Iris noticed that something was wrong with Koshei. She walked to his side, leaned on the windowsill in the same way as he did, and turned her head to look at him. "Is it about Kuler... or something else?"

"No, I don't know either," Koshe shook his head and turned away from the window, "I'm going downstairs to smoke a cigarette. You should rest first, Iris. You have a meeting tomorrow."

With that, he left the room, leaving Iris alone and worried.

"Crack, snap."

Koshe lit a cigarette, swept the dust off the steps with his hands, and sat down on them.

"call……"

He exhaled a deep puff of smoke and looked at the street scene as night fell with a melancholy look on his face.

"Excuse me," suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Koshe turned his head and saw a Sakota with a strange device on his halo standing beside him. He asked politely, "Can I borrow a light from you?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Koshe handed him the lighter that he was about to take back.

"Ah..." The man took the lighter, reached into his inner pocket, searched for it, and then said apologetically, "If possible, can I borrow one?"

Koshei took a deep breath and handed over the cigarette box without saying a word.

"Sorry..." The man took out a cigarette and returned the cigarette box to Koshei. At the same time, he extended his hand and introduced, "Abraham, you can be considered a researcher in space science."

"Koshe Cascade."

Koshe also stretched out his hand and shook it with him, but he didn't say anything more and was obviously absent-minded.

"Mr. Cascade, are you traveling?"

Abraham took the initiative to bring up the topic, he asked with a curious expression.

"Almost." Koshe heard the tone of inquiring from Abraham's voice, so he did not answer truthfully, "Or maybe he is on a business trip and brings his friends to visit other countries."

"Is that so?" Abrhan also sat down beside Koshei and looked at the night view of Lateran together. "You look like a Syracusan, if my feeling is correct."

Koshe paused for a moment. Now he was basically certain that Abraham approached him with a purpose.

"How do you know?" A trace of vigilance rose in his heart. "Even if it is the Luper tribe, it is very common in Columbia or Leitania."

"Because of temperament," Abraham lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "A friend once told me that in Syracuse, there are mafia and families, and their predecessors were called 'Sicilians'."

"Sicilian?" Koshei frowned slightly. He had heard this word from his mother before. "Please tell me more."

"These are just some rumors I've heard," Abraham continued, seeing that Koshei was interested in him. "The Sicilians are a group of people who immigrated to Syracuse from Colombia. At that time, Colombia had enacted a long-term prohibition on alcohol, but people's dependence on alcohol far exceeded their imagination. In this environment, the Sicilians made huge profits through the bootlegging business and rose to a force that was strong enough to compete with the government."

Koshe didn't say anything. It was a rare moment when he listened attentively to a stranger telling him a story.

In other words, it is the history of their family.

"I feel the 'Sicilian' temperament in you, which is something no one else has," Abraham turned his head to look at Koshei and said with emotion, "It's hard to believe that those mafia in Syracuse, who I have only heard of in rumors, can actually be seen in Lateran."

"Who...are you?"

Koshe stared at Abraham and questioned him, his hand reaching behind him and resting on the pistol.

"Don't be so nervous, my friend." Abraham seemed to have noticed Koshe's reaction, but he was not panicked. He just took a puff of cigarette and said, "People always want to live in other people's lives to escape their own lives, but one thing will always lead to another. I think you will understand this sentence, Godfather."

"May God grant that no one will catch you at that moment, Abraham."