You don't even want to call me godfather

"What about you? Have you ever thought about what kind of punishment you would receive? If you were in the notary office, working for Lateran, if you used your abilities and went through the formal review process, do you think those people would not be punished?"

"Ou Ya..." He Xi shook his head. He looked at Ou Ya with some sympathy in his eyes. "Before you try to convince me, can you convince yourself with what you said?"

Ou Ya was speechless. He gradually loosened his hands that were tightly gripping the iron fence, took two steps back, and sat on the chair.

"You are angry at me here, just complaining about the difference in our positions, not really angry about my behavior." Seeing that Ou Ya was hit on the point by him, He Xi continued, "You know, those people deserved it, but you don't think that what I have suffered is fair and just. It's hard to have both. Even if I work for a notary office, I can't change this."

Hexi, how much can you understand? Prying into people's hearts... maybe.

This feeling once made Ou Ya doubt whether everything he had done so far was right or wrong?

"Remember, when we were still students, you were a radical guy, Ou Ya," He Xi talked about the past in response to Ou Ya's silence, "Back then, you always shouted that you would make all the criminals in the world live a life worse than death, but so many years have passed, what have you become now?"

He Xi snorted coldly, as if he was mocking Ou Ya, or perhaps mocking himself.

"You know, Ou Ya, the word I hate to hear the most is 'originally'. I could have worked for the notary office, I could have dedicated myself to Lateran, and those prisoners at large could have been punished. You, Ou Ya," He Xi changed the subject, and his words pierced Ou Ya's heart like a sharp knife, "You could have always upheld justice, you... could have prevented the death of your wife and daughter."

"Hehe..."

Ou Ya's breathing was heavy. He looked at He Xi unkindly and clenched his fists.

"You could have become the Pope's lancer, Ou Ya. You have passed all the tests and won the favor of the Pope, but you did not choose this path." Facing Ou Ya's eyes, He Xi did not show any fear. "In order to save your wife who was killed by the fallen angel and your daughter who was killed by someone unknown, you entered the notary office to find the murderer yourself. But can you guarantee that after you know the murderer's identity, you can do what I just said and let the law punish him?"

Hexi's questioning left Ou Ya speechless.

He was right. If Ou Ya really found the murderer of his daughter, if he really found that person himself...

Then he would definitely not be able to help himself and would execute him on the spot.

"You understand, Ou Ya, you clearly know these principles, but why do you pretend to be confused?"

"He Xi..." At this moment, some of the doubts in Ou Ya's heart were suddenly solved, but he also found something wrong. He looked at He Xi and asked, "Do you... know something?"

"I knew nothing about your wife and daughter. Even after so many years, I didn't get any relevant information from anyone I met. I was confused myself." He Xi glanced at the door and lowered his voice with some hints. "But the moment I was locked up here, I knew the truth of everything."

“Bang—”

The sound of a chair falling to the ground.

Ou Ya stood up in disbelief, he took two steps back, a chill ran up his back, giving him goose bumps.

"You mean...Mo De..."

"Yes, but not entirely," He Xi said, "But I'm not sure if I should tell you the truth, because that will change all your current thoughts."

"Tell me, Hexi!" Ou Ya grabbed the iron railing and easily broke it apart with his bare hands. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Hexi's collar, "Tell me, who else is there!"

"There's a kid named Azazel in your team, right? If I remember correctly, that's his name," Hexi looked at Ou Ya's anxious and angry expression, with sympathy and a little pity in his eyes. "If I tell you the identity of the person who killed your daughter, can you promise not to vent your anger on him?"

Ou Ya was stunned. This obscure yet extremely explicit sentence made him feel short of breath for a moment.

"Asa...Asa..." He murmured "Asa" in his mouth, and finally, with some uncertainty, he said the name very confidently, "Xila..."

He Xi didn't say anything, he just took a deep breath to express his sympathy.

But at the same time, it also tacitly agreed with Ou Ya's speculation.

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and Mo De walked in with one hand behind his back.

"How's the conversation going--Ou Ya? How did you--"

As soon as Mo De came in, he saw the bent iron bars, Ou Ya with half of his body in the cell, and He Xi who was picked up by him, and exclaimed in shock.

Ou Ya turned his head, veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes were full of anger. For a moment, after knowing the truth, he really wanted to avenge his daughter right now.

But the last bit of his rationality stopped his impulsive thoughts, and he waved his hand and threw Hexi to the ground.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

He struggled to say the word "apology" to Mo De, and tried his best not to look at her, otherwise he might really not be able to control his desire for revenge.

After apologizing, he lowered his head, walked quickly past Mo De without saying a word, and left the interrogation room.

Mo De looked at Ou Ya's departing back for a long time before he put away the pistol in his hand behind his back.

"I knew you would make preparations, Mo De," He Xi said with some sarcasm as he looked at Mo De's actions, "So in order to prevent my friend from dying at the hands of the person he trusts the most, I still kept my mouth shut."

Thinking of how Ou Ya grabbed He Xi and looked as if he wanted to tear him apart alive, and then looking back at the iron bars that no longer had any effect in holding prisoners, Mo De felt quite helpless.

"But it seems that you still made him very angry."

Chapter 60: Resilience

"Regarding the increasing rampage of foreign creatures, Lateran will send people to clear them out. At the same time, we also hope that other countries can assist in this matter according to their own conditions."

The first meeting was halfway through, and it was a little different than Koshe had imagined.

If the family meeting could clearly tell everyone what they should do, then this so-called international conference was indeed a bit boring for Koshei.

"Although he said so, in fact, you don't have to pay any attention to it." During this meeting, for every topic mentioned by the Pope, Theresis would tirelessly explain to Koshei what he meant, "Choose whether to participate according to your own conditions. The implication is that if you think your country does not have the spare capacity or corresponding means to deal with it, then you don't have to get involved."

"I see……"

Koshe admitted that he was indeed lacking in politics, and if Tracy had not been there to explain things, he might have really hesitated about whether to take action.

"The countries represented by all of you present have signed the "War Termination and Unification Peace Agreement", and you should all be aware of the purpose of this meeting," the Pope said at this moment, "So there are some things I hope you can tell me truthfully and be honest with me. The following topic will be put aside in the next meeting, which will not take up much time. Before that, you can go back to the reception room and enjoy the buffet we have carefully prepared."

After saying this, the Pope turned off the microphone in front of him, stood up, and nodded slightly to the crowd, indicating that they could leave.

"Hoo... Let's go, Qiong," Viviana was almost the first to stand up. She walked through the gap between the seats and passed by the Qiong Knight. Her elegant steps were a little impatient. "Buffet... When I was in Casimir, I only heard about it, but never experienced it."

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Koshe also stood up.

"Thank you very much, Tracy," he did not forget to thank Tracy before leaving, "I have learned a lot from this meeting."

"It doesn't matter."

Tracy waved his hand, but he didn't stand up, as if he was waiting for something.

Koshe walked out of the conference room and exchanged glances with Azazel, who was waiting at the door, and the two of them walked toward the reception room together, with Iris following behind them.

After Koshei and representatives from other countries had all left, he still sat there, with no intention of leaving.

"I don't understand, Your Highness." The Pardoner was more confused about Koshei's matter than this. "Even if you think highly of that Syracusan, there is no need to go to such lengths. Even Garson, the most loyal Sarkaz mercenary leader to you, has never received such an honor."

"If you show deliberate kindness to someone, it will bring you nothing but benefits if it is not suspected," Tresis stroked his face with his hand and explained cryptically, "Have you ever heard of what Emperor Ursus once said, 'Ursus is an extension of my hands'?"

"what do you mean……"

"You are right, the king of Kazdel and Victoria." Before the pardoner could figure out what Tresis meant, someone sat down in Koshe's original seat. "But there is one thing you said that is not accurate enough. The source of this sentence is the former king of Ursus, not the current new king."

"No matter what you want to say or what you want to cooperate with me," Tracys was not surprised by this sudden appearance. He just looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "Before the pointer reaches the hour, I hope you can fully express your intention, noble."

The visitor nodded. His identity was actually the nobleman from Ursus who was engaged in diplomatic activities all year round.

"Yaros Alisa," he placed one hand lightly on his chest to show his noble status, "As you said, I hope to talk to you about some business cooperation."

……

“Look! Look!” In the reception room, Viviana, contrary to her usual elegance, trotted in front of the tables filled with food like a child. “There are so many foods I have never seen before, and they smell so good!”

"Miss, Miss, calm down a little," the Knight followed Viviana helplessly, and kept persuading her, "There are other people here, you have to keep your image."

That’s right, at this time, everyone else in the reception room had more or less noticed Viviana’s exaggerated excitement, and her behavior, which was extremely inconsistent with her appearance, was indeed quite interesting.

"With so many people watching, young lady," the Knight of the Arc could not help but feel anxious. Helplessly, he could only say, "Your current behavior is damaging to Casimir's reputation."

Hearing this, even Viviana, who was already immersed in the food, suddenly became quiet.

She glanced around and found that, just as Knight Qi had said, many people were looking at her with interest.

Viviana calmly responded to them with a standard smile and ignored their gazes.

She looked like a girl next door one second, and turned into the familiar elegant lady the next. Even though the Knight was already accustomed to Viviana's "face-changing", he couldn't help but admire her ability to adapt.

Of course, those who were also surprised by this were Koshei and others beside her.

Ever since Viviana started to go crazy, the dull look on Koshe's face has never disappeared.

"Qian, you should try it too."

Viviana handed the tongs to the Knight of the Dragon and helped him get a clean plate from the table, suggesting.

"No, I won't, miss," the Knight shook his head and declined. "You know I don't like eating in public."

"Try it," Viviana smiled, and handed the plate and tongs forward again, "What if you like it?"

The Knight was speechless. He looked around and made sure that no one was paying attention to him. Then he took off his helmet hesitantly, tucked it under his armpit, and took the cutlery handed to him by Viviana.

Before, when they were in the wilderness, the Knight of the Carp had taken off his helmet once, but Koshe didn't pay much attention to it at that time.

Now, looking at him more closely, I realized that he is actually just a young man of about twenty years old.

"What's wrong, Koshe?" Iris asked Koshe, looking at him in a daze, "Don't you have an appetite?"

"Well, sort of."

Koshe came to his senses, put the empty plate and unused tongs back on the table beside him, and walked towards his previous seat.

Although Iris was a little greedy, she still chose to follow him closely.

But perhaps it was because of Viviana's previous behavior that attracted the attention of those who were looking in their direction.

But there was a gaze that never left Iris from beginning to end.

Just as Koshe sat down, Iris also felt the gaze, and she looked in the direction of the feeling and met the man's eyes.

For a moment, Iris' pupils shrank rapidly, and she even took two steps back.

"What's wrong, Iris?" Koshe noticed Iris's abnormality and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

“No…” Iris forced herself to calm down. She nodded slightly to Koshei, “Sorry, I’m going to the bathroom first.”

After saying this, she glanced at Azazel, signaling him to protect Koshei's safety, and then hurried out.

The owner of that gaze, after witnessing Iris's reaction, seemed to have confirmed something, said a few words to the servant beside him, and then ran out of the meeting room.

Just after they left, Tracy returned to the reception room at last.

He did not look at the people who were having dinner, but went straight back to his seat and sat down almost back to back with Koshei.

"Don't you want to eat something?"

Koshe, who had gotten used to Tracy's presence, turned his back to him and asked.

"No, those things are not to my liking." Tracys put one arm on the back of the chair, turned slightly sideways, and reminded Koshe softly, "Pay attention, the person who is walking towards you from the door now, no matter what he does, do not resist in any way. Remember, be careful with your words and actions."

"Ok?"

Koshei hadn't figured out what Tracys said yet, but at this moment, a figure walked into the reception room and slowly came to the seat in front of Koshei and sat down.

He was a Sakota. Although his identity was unknown, he looked vaguely majestic.

There was a large burn mark and several knife scars on his face.

"Hello, Syracusan."

He addressed Koshei in this way without any honorifics or polite titles.

Chapter 61 Military Commander

"Hello, Syracusan."

Sakota in front of him uttered an extremely disrespectful name, which made Koshe stunned for a moment.

Also stunned was Azazel who was standing nearby.

Because he knew the identity of the Sakota in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Thinking of Tracy's reminder just now, at least Koshei could realize that the identity of the person in front of him was not simple, so he asked tentatively.

"..." The man showed an expression that Koshei's question was beyond his expectations. He laughed in a mysterious way, clasped his fingers in front of him, and looked at Koshei, "Clovair, the military commander of the Lateran Church."

The weight of the Vatican's military commander was enough to shock everyone. Koshei could now understand why Tracy reminded him to be careful with his words and actions.

But for some reason, Koshe felt that he seemed to be gritting his teeth when he introduced himself.

"Koshei Cascade," Koshei nodded and responded, "May I ask what you can do for me?"

"Do you feel that I look familiar to you? Or have we met before somewhere?"