You don't even want to call me godfather

Two heavy artillery pieces hit the ground with a loud bang.

Representatives from various countries who were chatting with each other in the reception room also stopped chatting because of the loud noise.

"The Lateran Pope's Gunner," the Sakota briefly introduced himself, and then immediately said, "I am hereby ordered by the Pope to inform all the representatives that the conference room is now open. Please follow my lead and go to the conference room and take your seats."

Upon hearing this, the representatives stood up and walked towards the door one after another.

After the notification, the musketeer left the waiting room without waiting.

When he turned around, the eyes under his helmet met Koshei at the door for a moment, and then he walked in the direction he came from, accompanied by the sound of armor colliding.

"The time is right, let's go there too."

Koshe said to Iris, unaware of the gaze under the musketeer's helmet.

At this time, Viviana and Knight, who were closest to the door, had already walked out of the meeting room.

The two groups of people exchanged glances and followed the pace of the musketeers towards the meeting room.

……

"boom!"

In a private residence in Rutland, a silenced gunshot rang out and a Sakta fell in a pool of blood.

The muzzle of the gun in Abraham's hand was still smoking. He wiped the blood that splashed on his face and stepped over the corpse.

This is an ordinary executor of the interrogation department of the notary office, and the purpose of Abraham's visit is naturally to torture him to find out Gui'er's whereabouts.

However, this executor obviously did not have enough authority to know Gui'er's intelligence. Faced with Abraham's coercion, he even tried to secretly leak the information and finally died at his gunpoint.

"dad?"

Just as Abrhan was digging out his work ID from the corpse and was about to put away his gun, a voice came from behind him.

Abraham turned around and saw a girl standing at the door of the room, her hand on the door handle, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.

"Dad... Dad..." Seeing Abraham walking towards her, the girl was so scared that she stood still and dared not move. She just subconsciously called for help, "Help... Help!"

"I'm sorry. Forgive me."

Abraham frowned slightly and pointed the gun at her eyebrows.

"boom!"

"..."

Abrhan's hands trembled slightly. He put away his gun and began to carry out the follow-up work.

A few minutes later, Abraham was sitting on the hood of a car, smoking a cigarette with a somewhat depressed look.

He knew that it would not be easy to find his sister, but even for him, it was hard to accept the fact that so many innocent people had been killed for this.

"Abe Khan, what's wrong with you?"

While he was thinking, Boye had already arrived here in disguise, looked at Abraham sitting on the hood of the car, and asked in confusion.

"The body is in the trunk," Abraham sighed. He didn't look at her, but just talked to himself, "Get rid of it together with the car. I feel a little upset when I see it."

"Okay, got it. These are the photos Cecia copied. Paste them on the work permits you took away. They can help you pass through places where inspections are not strict," Bo Ye took the car keys from Abraham and handed him a few photos. Seeing him looking unhappy, she asked, "So why did you sit on the hood of the car?"

"Hmm?" Abraham was stunned for a moment. He looked into the distance, lost in thought. "No, I don't know either."

"Come down quickly, that's not an observation tower," Bo Ye patted the car door, with a hint of joking in his words, "Or do you like riding on women?"

"No, I don't have that kind of fetish." Even in the face of Bo Yi's teasing, Abraham's mood did not improve. He got off the hood of the car, threw away the cigarette butt, and lit a new cigarette. "Besides, I'm not good at dealing with women."

"Let Adam teach you how to deal with women some other day," Bo Ye sat in the driver's seat and inserted the car key. She lowered the car window and said to Abraham, "Leave the rest of the aftermath to me. You should go back and adjust your mentality first, otherwise the next mission will be affected."

"Ok, I know."

……

When Abraham returned to the base, he took out his key and prepared to open the door when he noticed some movement in a nearby house.

It seemed to be a family of three, and the parents were moving things into the house.

When the little girl saw Abraham here, she said something to her parents and ran towards him.

"Hey, big brother!" Abraham wanted to hurry into the house to avoid unnecessary contact, but his speed in finding the house key in the bunch of keys was obviously not as fast as the pace of an enthusiastic little girl. "Excuse me, do you live here?"

"..." Abraham didn't want to answer, but he noticed the parents looking at him and even nodded to him. He had to pretend to be the original resident here and asked the girl, "What's the matter?"

"Well... I want to invite big brother to our house for a meal," the little girl smiled happily, not shy at all, "because mom and dad told me that after moving into the new house, I have to build good relationships with the neighbors first!"

"No, I refuse," Abraham refused without hesitation, "I just happen to live here, you don't have to deliberately build a good relationship with me."

“Eh…but…”

The girl's expression became lost, even a little aggrieved.

This was indeed a bit unfair for Abraham, who had been walking on the edge of life and death for many years and had not been exposed to much worldly wisdom.

"Well... let's do this," Abraham sighed helplessly. He half-knelt down to put himself at about the same height as the girl. "Although I don't have time today, we will always be neighbors and it is inevitable that we will have contact. I will come to see you when I am free one day, okay?"

"really?"

Perhaps because she was young, the girl naively believed what Abraham said.

"Really, big brother, I'm busy with work recently and can't spare much time for the time being," Abraham pointed to the ring device on his halo and said, "I'll come to see you when I'm free."

"Eh? What's your job, big brother?" The girl had never seen such a device before, so she was naturally curious. "That thing looks amazing!"

"Well... I just do some unremarkable work in the notary office," Abraham's eyes were a little evasive, as if he was not very experienced in lying to children, "It's basically... logistics, or helping with the aftermath."

"Eh—I thought it would be a cooler job."

The girl seemed a little surprised and said this.

"Why do you think so?"

"Well... because, big brother looks very handsome. Dad always says that handsome people are more popular everywhere."

The girl's words made Abraham feel a little confused for a moment, but he did not forget his business, so he stood up and opened the door with the key.

"I'm going back now. We'll talk again when we have a chance."

He said to the girl before entering the house.

"Well! See you, big brother!"

The girl waved at him and ran back towards her parents.

Abraham closed the door and hung the key ring on the hook behind the door.

He lay on the door and looked outside through the peephole. After confirming that the family was not suspicious or was not deliberately approaching him, he left the door.

"What's wrong, Abraham?" Inside the house, Kuler was sitting at the table in the living room, writing something down on pieces of paper. "I seemed to hear you chatting with someone at the door just now."

"Ah, a family moved in next door and came to say hello to me."

Abrakhan explained.

"Are you sure he's not the notary's eye, or a spy?"

"No, it shouldn't be." Abraham shook his head, with a complex emotion in his eyes. "She's just an ordinary little girl."

Chapter 58: Opening of the Meeting

Lateran Hall, Meeting Room.

The conference room was large, with seats arranged in a semicircle. Most of the representatives from various countries had already taken their seats. Koshei, who arrived first, chose a seat in the middle, which was not eye-catching but also not easy to be ignored.

Viviana took a seat next to him, with Fleur-de-lis and Knight of the Cross standing behind them as guards. The distance between the seats was arranged subtly, so that even the space where the guards stood did not feel too crowded or empty.

Tamamo Shanshan arrived late. He looked around and his eyes were fixed on another empty seat next to Koshe. When he was about to walk over to take the seat, another figure was one step ahead of him as if he had foreseen it.

"Hmm..." Tracy sat down next to Koshei. He adjusted his sitting position to ensure that he would not be hurt by the armor. At the same time, he naturally talked to Koshei, "You know, the so-called International Conference is actually just a group of people getting together to perform a play."

"Hmm?" Koshei was not surprised by Tracy's appearance, but he was somewhat interested in his words. "What do you mean?"

"Every country has its own little secrets. These secrets may be threatening to Lateran or the whole world, but they are not fatal." Tresis swept his gloomy eyes over the other representatives. "The International Conference brought these people together in the name of considering the whole world, just to remind everyone not to cross that line."

"You seem to know a lot about this, Tracy."

Koshe understood what Tracy meant, and he was also curious about where Tracy's ease came from.

"Some years ago, the previous King Kazdel took me to a meeting of nations. Although I was young at that time, I was able to see through the nature of such meetings." Tresis seemed to sneer at this. He sneered coldly and reminded, "In short, if you want to protect yourself in this meeting, you only need to do one thing."

"Please say."

"Be a wise man pretending to be confused," Tracys put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned back against the back of the chair, and pretended to watch the show, "He's coming."

As Tracys finished speaking, a figure walked into the conference room.

After bringing the representatives to the conference room, the musketeer had been standing at the door waiting for orders. When he saw the visitor, he lowered his helmeted head respectfully.

He was an old man with a kind face, a thick white beard and eyes that narrowed when he smiled. It was hard not to feel that he was easy to talk to.

The old man walked to an independent seat in the middle of the semicircular conference room and sat down. The musketeer followed him and stood behind him, the two cannons in his hands full of intimidation.

"First of all, I would like to thank all the representatives for taking time out of their busy schedules to come to the Lateran to attend this International Conference." The old man spoke after the conference room had completely quieted down. He raised his head and looked at everyone with a smile. "I am the Pope of the Lateran. I would like to express my respects to you all and declare that the International Conference has officially begun."

……

In the interrogation room, Ou Ya came here alone this time.

He knocked on the door of the interrogation room, and after a moment, Mo De opened the door and welcomed him in.

"Didn't you just come here yesterday, Ou Ya?"

Mo De did not seem surprised by Ou Ya's arrival. She looked around outside the door, confirmed that there was no one following her, and then closed the hidden door.

"I am still a little concerned about Hexi," Ou Ya said to Mod, "The Universal Conference is in progress. Azazel and Raphael are protecting the safety of the Syracuse representatives. Ben Hong is absent today, so I thought of coming to take a look."

"As for Ben Hong, I was the one who asked her to come back," Mo De sat down on a chair outside the prison and explained, "The higher-ups gave me an order to use my abilities to erase Gui'er's memories and feelings about Abraham and to return to my work as an executor. Ben Hong was responsible for the handover and sending the person away."

"Re-employed as an executor?" Ou Ya was puzzled. "But she is a prisoner and even a traitor to the notary office. Isn't it inappropriate to re-employ such a person?"

"Well, who knows what they are thinking," Mo De shrugged, looking nonchalant. "You also know that the people above value talent. Even Mostima was able to return to work as a fallen angel, not to mention Gui'er, whose abilities are even more bizarre. I am only responsible for executing orders. Other matters have nothing to do with me."

"... Never mind. This isn't the first time they've done this," Ou Ya sighed, and cast his gaze towards the man in the cell, whose hands were restrained behind his back, listening to the conversation between the two without saying a word. "Can you give me some time alone, Mo De?"

Mo De was a little hesitant. He Xi knew a lot of secrets, and it was hard for her to let him and Ou Ya be alone, because she was sure that if Ou Ya knew the truth about those things, he would become a great threat.

"...Only five minutes," Mode glanced at the clock on the wall and stipulated, "You know the rules, Ou Ya, no one has the right to stay with the prisoner for a long time. This is the back door I opened for you."

"Thank you."

Mo De stood up and walked out. Before leaving, she looked at He Xi with a threatening look and closed the door of the interrogation room with some worry.

Ou Ya moved the chair in front of He Xi and sat opposite He Xi across the iron bars of the prison.

"I knew you would come, Ou Ya." Just when Ou Ya was still thinking about his words, He Xi spoke first. He raised his head slightly and looked at him with his lifeless eyes. "You have a lot of questions, and I have the corresponding answers."

"...I want to ask first, why did you betray Lateran, Hexi?" Ou Ya was silent for a few seconds, then asked seriously, "I know your abilities and what kind of person you are. Maybe there are indeed some evils in Lateran, but I don't think you are someone who can't control yourself."

"Then you should also know that I am not afraid of breaking the rules, Ou Ya." He Xi shook his head, not agreeing or denying what Ou Ya said, but just talking to himself, "It has been a long time since I started thinking that maybe I shouldn't be a person who doesn't want to do it, so I have failed repeatedly. We always have the right to choose, whether it's me or you."

"So you're going to challenge the notary office and even the entire Lateran because of this?" Ou Ya couldn't help but stand up, grab the iron railings with both hands, and yelled at He Xi, "You could have had a better way out. With your ability, you could have earned a place in the interrogation department instead of being locked up in prison like you are now!"

"Hmph..." He Xi closed his eyes and pondered for a while before saying, "You know, Ou Ya, there is no way I will turn back."

Chapter 59 The Truth

"Do you want to challenge the majesty of Lateran by yourself? Do you want to fight against the entire country with your personal strength?"

Ou Ya and He Xi used to be friends, and even now, he still thinks so, which is why he is here to denounce He Xi's various behaviors and how irresponsible they are.

"No matter how much you talk, black will never turn white," He Xi said calmly, "You know me, Ou Ya, but you will never understand me. This is the gap between us."

"You obeyed your own selfish desires and put those ideas into action." Ou Ya's hands were shaking, and he didn't even notice that the iron railings had been dented under his grip. "You could have dedicated this motivation to Lateran and benefited the people. Those guilty would naturally be punished by law, but you chose to resort to lynching."

"No, on the contrary, Ou Ya," He Xi retorted, "You were the first to compromise with reality. Those guilty did not receive the punishment they deserved, and I only replaced the decree and made them pay the price."