You don't even want to call me godfather

Suddenly, he thought of something Clowell seemed to have said before... the age didn't match, or something like that.

Could it be his father, Ulysses?

But my father had never been to Lateran, let alone participated in any International Conference. If we count further back, it was already an era when the six major families were competing with each other, so such a thing was even less likely to happen.

So what is it…

"Syracuse representative, Koshe Cascade."

While he was deep in thought, the Pope called his name.

Koshe came back to his senses, he stood up and moved his eyes from Clowell to the Pope.

"This should be the first time Syracuse has participated in the International Conference. Before this, Syracuse had been in a state of division, so no one was invited to come," the Pope said with an unchanging smile as he looked at Koshe's face. "You should be the youngest representative or even monarch present. You are really young and formidable. You have changed the fate of an entire country with your own efforts."

Koshe frowned slightly. At first glance, the Pope's words seemed nothing special, just a compliment to the young people, but if you savored them carefully, you could sense the unusual meaning in his words.

"You are too kind," he thought, but he still had to pretend. "But you seem to have strayed from the topic, Pope."

"Ah, sorry, my question," the Pope smiled and said directly, "Then regarding the smuggling of guns in Syracuse, would you like to explain it?"

"Rumors," Koshe denied without hesitation, "Syracuse is not as strong as Ursus, and its people are not as prosperous as Casimir's. What good will this malicious act of destroying the relationship between the two countries bring to Syracuse?"

"That being said, a few days ago, when the X Armory manager took inventory, he discovered that a lot of firearms were missing." Unexpectedly, the Pope did not end the topic with ambiguity like he did with the previous countries, but continued, "15 machine guns and 25 semi-automatic rifles."

After these words were spoken, representatives from other countries expressed more or less shock.

Even Tracy couldn't help but lean back.

This number of firearms, especially machine guns, could create a force that cannot be underestimated no matter which country it is in.

"Regarding this issue, someone came to Syracuse to investigate a few days ago," Koshei refuted calmly, "It was a team of executors led by Xila. I believe you only need to ask her to find out whether there is smuggling in Syracuse."

This is indeed the case. Even the head of Section 1 could not find out anything through his own investigation. Even if the Pope is certain, there is no evidence to prove Syracuse's smuggling activities.

"Besides," Koshe added, "Didn't you personally order Xila and others to come to Syracuse to conduct an investigation, Pope?"

Chapter 64: Getting Away with It

"Syracuse...it seems to be quite close to Lateran."

At this time, outside a restaurant, Bo Yi, who used light particles to keep his aura at normal brightness, was sitting in the car, looking at the street and saying.

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Abraham, who was wearing a ring-shaped device, was sitting in the passenger seat. He looked behind him through the rearview mirror. "Do you want to go to Syracuse?"

"Ah, a little bit." Bo Ye's fingers kept tapping the steering wheel, a little absent-mindedly. "I have never been able to really calm down. It seems that there is no place for me in Rutland."

"Come to think of it, do we really have to dress so formally?" At this point, Bo Yi suddenly complained, "If you don't know, you might think we are the garrison or the police or something."

"Well... after all, I'm only relying on this device and the stolen work ID to disguise my identity. I should at least dress like an executor," Abraham looked through the car window at the entrance of the restaurant. After a while, he opened the car door. "That's enough. Let's go."

They got out of the car and entered the hotel.

For restaurants like this that can be found everywhere on the street, the screening of personnel is not that strict at all.

Bo Yi now looked no different from an ordinary Sakta, and Abraham simply held up the notary's work ID, replaced the photo on it with his own, and easily got away with it.

"Maybe I'll have to prepare a few more work badges later," Abraham observed his surroundings after entering the restaurant, and joked with Boye, "I didn't expect it to be so useful in informal occasions."

"Don't you think about how many people will die if that happens?" Bo Ye said, "Behave yourself. It's useless to rush into someone else's house like you did. If it were that easy to find out about your sister, then there would be no need for the notary office to exist."

After that, a restaurant waiter came to the two of them and took them to a table.

After Abraham sat down, Boye stopped the waiter, said a few words to him, and quietly gave him something.

"I'll be observing from the other side of the restaurant. We'll communicate via the headset later."

Boye turned around and said this to Abraham, then followed the waiter to another table.

Abraham put on the headset, and after confirming that the communication was correct, he began to think about the next conversation in his mind.

"Excuse me, sir."

At this time, another waiter stood in front of Abraham, holding the menu and asked him.

"A cup of coffee is all that's needed," Abraham said. He noticed the waiter's embarrassed expression and added, "Don't worry, you won't stay long."

After saying that, he pointed to the device on his halo.

The waiter was obviously not someone who had only seen small scenes. After seeing the device unique to the notary office, he understood.

After a while, the coffee was served.

"Abraham, pay attention to the two men coming in now," just as he picked up the coffee, Bo Ye's voice came from the headset, "They are the executors of Xila's team, Sang Yangsha and Saliye. Saliye walked to the table in the corner, and Sang Yangsha went to the bathroom inside."

"Yes, got it."

Abrhan deliberately shrank down to avoid being too conspicuous, and used the bodies of the guests at other tables to block Sariel's sight.

Then, Xila walked into the restaurant.

Obviously, she had made a reservation in advance and sat down at a table against the wall. The waiter removed the placeholder sign on the table.

Ten seconds later, another figure entered the restaurant and walked straight to where Xila was.

'Here they are, Xila and Ou Ya.'

"Yes, I saw it."

At this time, Abraham looked at Ouya and Xila with unkindness in his eyes. He clenched the handle of the coffee cup with his hand, as if he was suppressing his impulse.

He knew that the people who were most likely to know Gui'er's whereabouts were only Ou Ya and Xila, and Ben Hong. However, Ben Hong could not be contacted now, and without Adam's order, they dared not act rashly.

So now he can only continue to observe.

According to the password Adam brought back by Bo Ye, they learned that Ou Ya now knew part of the truth about his daughter's murder. Although it was unclear how Adam had obtained this information, his decisions were often correct, so they were willing to accept orders.

In other words, for Abr Khan, as long as he could bring back his sister Guier, he would carry out any order.

Time passed little by little, and Abraham looked in the direction of Bo Ye more than once, but her intention was always the same: waiting.

Finally, with a loud bang, everyone in the restaurant was drawn to the source of the noise.

It was Ou Ya. He slammed his fist on the table and looked at Xila with eyes full of resentment. Xila looked at the people around him, then stood up and left.

As Xila left, Saliye and Sang Yangsha, who were hiding in the corners and at the bathroom door, also left the restaurant one after another without attracting anyone's attention.

Only Ou Ya was left, sitting there and getting angry alone.

"It's your turn," Bo Ye's voice came from the headset, "Remember, don't anger him."

Abraham stood up with his coffee cup, walked around the other tables on the way, and sat down opposite Ou Ya.

"It's fate, isn't it?" As soon as he sat down, he hinted to Ou Ya, "It's really hard to be an executor nowadays. Not only do you have to face the harsh eyes of the world, but you also have to guard against the betrayal of those around you."

"...Abrakhan..." Looking at Abrakhan's face, Ou Ya quickly remembered his identity, but having just experienced grief, he did not choose to attack him. "You are a fallen angel, what are you doing here?"

"People are dying all the time in this country. Your daughter is a good girl, why did this happen to her?"

Abraham's words revealed his sarcasm towards the notary office, but to Ou Ya, who was very angry, his words had a different meaning.

"You all...know everything?" He frowned and looked at Abraham with complicated emotions in his eyes, but soon he realized something, "You...are here for your sister, right?"

"Hmm...it seems you are not an incurable idiot," Abraham took a sip of coffee, turned his head and looked outside through the restaurant glass, "It's really annoying. Your relatives were killed by your own family, so you want to take revenge...Maybe after seeing the truth, you can understand us."

"..."

Ou Ya was speechless. What Abraham said was right. The truth about his daughter's death made him realize how complicated the notary office was. It was not something a guy like him with only muscles and strength could handle.

Perhaps if he had seen Abraham before, he would have arrested him immediately.

But now, he had another idea.

Perhaps, he could understand Outcast's decision to resign from his cardinalate and leave the Lateran.

Chapter 65 Urgent Mission

The Conference of Nations is over.

There is no doubt that the purpose of this meeting is only to confirm whether each country is behaving well. Apart from that, all that remains is hypocritical goodwill and excuses that distort reality.

However, this is also a hint to various countries, telling them that everyone knows their little secrets. If they don't want to embarrass their country, they should maintain the status quo and not cause trouble.

But what Koshe was worried about was the Sakota named Clowell.

The military commander of the Holy See... huh?

Koshe really had no idea what to do with this person who was inexplicably hostile to him, especially after the other party had taken actual action, his danger became self-evident.

But he was now in Lateran, in someone else's territory, and the other party was still the one holding the military power. This was true...

"call……"

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Koshe stood at the door of the conference hall, looking at the guards who were busy removing the roadblocks. Thinking about these unreasonable troubles, he felt complicated.

"Mr. Cascade," the voice of the Knight pulled him back from his thoughts just as the cigarette butt was about to burn his fingers, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, no, nothing." Kosh threw away the cigarette, rubbed his fingers, and looked at the Knight. "Are you ready to go back?"

"Not yet," Knight Pierce shook his head. He turned around and looked at Viviana who was chatting with Iris not far away, and said, "The International Conference said it would not take long, but it will be almost evening after it ends. Miss Viviana wants to stay one more night and set off tomorrow morning."

"That's right. We can't guarantee that we'll encounter any special situations when traveling at night," Koshe said, looking at Iris, who seemed a little overwhelmed in front of Viviana. "Although I also want to wait until tomorrow morning to leave, there are some sights that keep me from sleeping peacefully."

"You mean... the Sakota who pointed a gun at you earlier?"

The Knight of the Cross reacted quickly and immediately understood what Koshe meant.

Koshe didn't admit it directly, but he didn't deny it either, which was tantamount to tacitly agreeing with the Knight's idea.

"I can't offer any advice on this matter," the Knight of the Phoenix suggested. "But if you really encounter an emergency, or even a life-threatening situation, you can run to the west of the Great Hall. There is a two-story hotel near the entrance. It is the only hotel with a two-story floor in that area, so it is easy to identify. Go to the second floor. I will be on guard at all times and come out as soon as I hear a sound."

"That would implicate you, wouldn't it?" Koshe shook his head and patted the Knight's shoulder. "I appreciate your kindness, but I won't bring my own misfortune to my friends."

Hearing what Koshe said, a smile appeared on the face of the knight under his helmet.

Friends...?

"Ms. Viviana seems to like Miss Iris very much." Thinking of this, the Knight of the Dragon did as Koshe wished and stopped talking about the previous topic. "When I was in Casimir, I rarely saw her smile like that."

"Is it because of the gap in status that I can't make close friends?" Koshei expressed his thoughts on this. "Well... I've had this kind of trouble before."

"So, do you have a lot of friends now?"

The question from the Knight of the Cross left Koshe at a loss for words. He did often emphasize the importance of friends, but looking at the current situation, how many people around him could be called friends?

"Ah, yes... a lot..."

But now, he has long since become indifferent to these things. He understands that carrying emotions is a sign of weakness.

But by the same token, cruelty is no one’s fault.

"Let's go, Knight of the Dragons," Viviana came over and interrupted their conversation when Knight of the Dragons realized that he seemed to have said something wrong. "Then Mr. Cascade, we will leave first. I hope we will have a chance to meet again later."

"Well, see you later."

The brief farewell seemed to separate several people who had a relationship that was neither close nor superficial.

When will the next time we meet?

As soon as Viviana and the Knight of the Cross left, Raphael ran out from the opposite building with a musket in his arms.

"Godfather! Miss Iris! And Asa!"

She ran hurriedly in front of the few people. Perhaps because the long gun was too heavy for her, she was out of breath.

"What's wrong, Raphael?" Seeing this, Azazel immediately took off the long gun on Raphael's back, put it on his back, and asked, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

"I, I..." Raphael took a few deep breaths before speaking incoherently, "I, I want to eat!"

After hearing Raphael's words, Koshei, Iris, and Azazel all fell silent.

"Ahhhh, I've been setting up the gun on the roof for most of the day and haven't eaten lunch or dinner. I'm almost starving!"

Seeing that no one responded, Raphael simply started to make a fuss.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you out for a good meal later." Seeing this, Azazel quickly stopped Raphael's behavior. He touched her head and said, "I have completed a lot of tasks during this period, so I still have some money."

Koshe, who was watching this scene, secretly smiled slightly.

The atmosphere at the International Conference was indeed too depressing. It was a good thing to have someone like Raphael to liven up the atmosphere.

"How about this, Azazel, Raphael," Koshei suddenly said, thinking of this, "Today is probably the last day that Iris and I will stay in Lateran. How about I treat you to a meal before we leave?"