You don't even want to call me godfather

"Ah, is that so..."

Ou Ya smiled bitterly. In fact, now he even had the idea of ​​being rebellious.

But he knew that if he rebelled, his students would also be implicated.

Perhaps Azazel has Xila's guarantee, and Ben Hong has Mode's guarantee.

But Raphael...

"Alas..." Finally, he just sighed, looked at the setting sun that was about to fall below the horizon, and said with emotion, "The world is so unpredictable."

Chapter 68: Mother-Daughter Conversation

A heroes' cemetery in Rutland.

A figure came to the cemetery holding a bouquet of flowers.

Although a cemetery was built for the Laterans who died heroically, there was no one to guard it, and even the door of the cemetery was wide open.

The figure walked to a tomb. She placed the bouquet of flowers on the stone platform, stood in front of the tomb, and stared at the name and date on the tombstone in a daze.

In the past two years, she has killed fifty-six fallen angel prisoners and brought them to justice.

And she will continue to kill more fallen angels until those guys disappear completely from this world.

But, there is one more person...

"Why are you here, Mastema?"

Without even turning her head, she asked Mostima who appeared behind her.

Yes, this person is Xila, who came to visit and mourn her husband.

"I guessed you would be here, so I came here," Mostima looked at Xila's back with no respect, "Why, are you here to report your business volume again?"

"When did you return to Lateran? Wasn't Fiammetta responsible for taking care of you? Why are you alone now?"

But Xila didn't care about Mostima's attitude. She just turned her back to her and continued asking.

"It came back before you, and the little phoenix should still be being chased by something in the wilderness." Mastema took a few steps forward to stand closer to Xila. "What's wrong, my dear mother? It's been a long time since we last met. Can't you even say 'daughter'?"

Mostima's words were full of sarcasm, mocking that Xila was no longer close to her, and even no longer addressed her as mother and daughter, just because she became a fallen angel.

But Xila didn't say anything. She turned around, passed by Mostima, and prepared to leave.

"You should know about Azazel's affairs," Mostima said directly when he saw that Xila ignored him. "Whether it's the other fallen angels or the latest mission, you should know about it, right?"

"..." Xila stopped walking. At this moment, she and Mostima stood back to back. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before speaking calmly, "Azazel needs experience. He is not mature enough yet."

"But you've always been so strict with him, which is not a good thing," Mostima said casually, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. "He is still a child. Rather than strict responsibilities, what he needs more is praise and favor from you as a parent."

"It's good as it is now," Xila obviously disagreed with Mostima's point of view and retorted, "The more you praise him, the more awkward he becomes. That child doesn't want to grow up at all."

"Well, that's not entirely true." Mastema tilted her head and looked at the ground beneath her feet with her deep eyes. "Children always refuse to grow up, but at the same time they have dreams."

"Don't talk like you know everything," Hearing this, Xila couldn't help but turned around and shouted to Mostima, "Now that you are a fallen angel, what do you want? Lateran has allowed you to move around under surveillance, which is already the greatest tolerance for you. And now you have escaped surveillance and returned to Lateran, just to talk so much nonsense to me?"

"You think I don't understand anything," Mostima heard, slowly turned around and looked at Xila with a playful smile on her face, "Don't tell me you understand everything? Azazel's mind is much more delicate than you think, but have you really paid attention to it?"

"What exactly do you want to do, Mastema?"

Xila frowned, she looked at Mostima, but she couldn't see through her daughter's thoughts.

"You asked your son to assassinate the lord of another country. Have you ever thought about the nature of this mission?" Mastema took a step forward and stared at his mother aggressively. "If Azazel fails and takes over this hot potato, have you considered the consequences?"

"…I am the head of Section 1. No matter what happened, no matter what Azazel did, I can bail him out."

Xila used his own identity, as if to prove that he was capable of guaranteeing Azazel's safety.

"What if he is guilty of treason?"

"Mastema!"

"Perhaps Azazel is the only one who will listen to you, but don't forget that he has teammates." Mostima didn't take Greece's scolding seriously, but continued, "His mentor Ou Ya, I know what you did to Ou Ya's daughter, and the girl named Ben Hong, his sister Mo De, you are all in the same group."

"...What do you want to say?"

Xila gradually began to have some doubts about Mostima's real intention.

Treason, what a dare.

"You know, there is a girl who has a close relationship with Azazel. I think you should know her, Ouya's adopted daughter, Raphael, the daughter of the ruler of a city-state that was destroyed by the main city of Lateran many years ago," Mostima said, and suddenly laughed out loud, "How could such a person obey Lateran's orders? And under the influence of such a team member, what will Azazel become?"

"...There is no point in saying more." Xila was silent for a moment before she began to refute. Perhaps she herself could realize something, but she was unwilling to admit her mistakes. "After you became a fallen angel, I was able to make you free. No matter what happens, I can also ensure that Asa is safe and sound."

"Roar~" Mostima's tone turned upward. She looked at Xila's face, as if she wanted to observe how she would react to her next words. "What if Azazel became a fallen angel?"

"you--"

"If Azazel becomes a fallen angel like me, will you abandon him too?" Mostima leaned forward slightly and whispered in Xila's ear, "Just like you abandoned me in the first place."

"That's enough! This is just nonsense!" Xila suddenly took a few steps back, away from Mostima. She gritted her teeth and said with resentment, "Instead of thinking about these unrealistic things and disgusting me here, you should think about how to explain to the people above you why you broke away from control and acted alone."

"Well, I was just kidding. Why are you so angry?"

Seeing that Xila was really angry, Mostima immediately pretended to be innocent and joked with a smile.

but……

"Most people would spend a lot of energy on maintaining the dignity they never had," Mostima said again as she watched Xila leave in anger. "Which is more important, Azazel's life or your dignity? I think you should understand, mother."

Chapter 69: The Spirit of Sacrifice

"Ben Hong, what are you doing?"

Downstairs in the hotel, Ou Ya, who was thinking about himself, saw Ben Hong holding a notebook and writing something on it, so he asked.

"This is a record of the conversation," Ben Hong stopped writing, thought for a moment, and explained, "In order to train myself, as an executor, I will record it whenever I have time. Well... although I seem to have been a little lazy recently, so I need to complete the record again."

"let me see."

Ou Ya gestured to Ben Hong to give him the notebook. Ben Hong did not hesitate, put away the pen and handed it to him.

"It's almost finished. If you want to read it, take it."

She said this without looking at Ou Ya's face.

"Tour guide, photographer, art appreciation expert," Ou Ya was shocked as he flipped through the records in the notebook. "You even recorded the conversation with Raphael and Asa just now. Is your memory so strong?"

"It's just to train my memory. Even though my short-term memory is not bad, for some reason, once time has passed, I won't have any impression of it at all." A trace of loneliness flashed in Ben Hong's eyes. She turned her head and looked at the street lights on the street. "I will read a few books about the professions of the people I met. The knowledge of various industries is very useful, but now I can hardly recall what I have recorded. So compared to pursuing knowledge, doing records is just to make myself not forget things so easily."

"Is that so..." Ou Ya's mind was now a little confused by various thoughts. He felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult to detect. Looking at Ben Hong's notebook, he thought of another thing, "So, you like taking pictures because..."

"Because I'm worried, I'm worried that one day the people and things around me will leave me without a word," Ben Hong heard this, and her hand involuntarily reached for the small bag on her waist, which contained her camera. "Before I lose them, when I see them, I'll take pictures of them. Even if I really lose them one day in the future, at least I'll have some room for memories."

"It's really heavy..." Looking at Ben Hong's profile, her face was expressionless as always, and Ou Ya's mood became more depressed. "Compared to those two kids, Asa and Raphael, you are really too mature, Ben Hong. You are so mature that it makes me feel a little sad."

Ou Ya's feelings were so complicated that even he himself couldn't explain it.

There is no doubt that Xila and Mode were the culprits in the murder of his daughter, but Asa and Benhong, his students, were completely different.

Hexi's worries were unnecessary. He would not blame Asa or Benhong for his daughter's death. They were his students, and Ouya could feel that they and their mother would never be the same kind of people.

Under his leadership and guidance, they were able to take a completely different path from Xila and Mod.

"I don't want to touch the concept of maturity at all," Ben Hong lowered his head slightly after hearing Ou Ya's words, looking a little troubled. "Whether it's my sister, Ou Ya, or Azazel's mother, I always feel that you are not living freely, as if you are trapped in some kind of cage, unable to do anything you want. I don't want to touch that kind of maturity."

"Well... although there is indeed some correct idea in it," Ou Ya felt a little embarrassed, but did not refute Ben Hong's statement. She was right. People of their age often have many things that happen to them. "However, if Ben Hong grows up, maybe he will become a person like Mo De."

"Ah," Ou Ya suddenly found a black car parked not far from them. The car was turned off, but the people in the car did not get out. Through the car window, he could vaguely see two women and one man sitting inside. "That car seems a little strange."

"What a pity," Ben Hong glanced at the black car and immediately responded, "It's just a plainclothes patrol car. I often accompanied my sister on errands before and saw cars of that type. They are cars that belong exclusively to the interrogation department."

"Is it Mo De's people?..."

Looking at the black car, Ou Ya's eyes now looked at people related to Xila or Mode more unfriendly than the way he looked at the fallen angels in the past.

The truth, the truth that Hexi said.

When he learned the truth, everything became extremely ridiculous.

He had the ability to become a musketeer, but because of a truth that was buried by the murderer and a man-made lie, he worked hard for so many years for the murderer who killed his daughter.

Yeah, it's really ridiculous.

……

"It's almost time," Kuler, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the black car, observed the situation outside the car window and said, "Ou Ya seems to have noticed us, but it seems that Ben Hong found a reason not to let him come over."

"Don't worry about Ou Ya for now," Bo Ye sat in the driver's seat, using Kule's obstruction to observe the outside, "Ben Hong will be in charge, and we just need to wait for Koshe to come out."

"I remember Adam said that no matter what happened, we couldn't intervene until Koshe left the hotel," Abraham shielded his face with one hand and looked through the car window at Ou Ya and Ben Hong who were talking. "He said that we should protect ourselves first and then Koshe."

"To be honest, I don't quite understand this order," Bo Ye said after hearing it. "If the essence of our mission is to save Koshei, why do we have to protect ourselves? We can use our lives to exchange for Koshei's survival until he is sent out of Lateran. Isn't it redundant to take care of both ourselves and him?"

"Well... don't think so decisively." After hearing Boye's words full of sacrifice, Abraham scratched his face. "After all, we have followed Adam for so long. Besides, didn't Adam also tell us? After completing the mission, we will go to Syracuse with Koshe. Lateran will no longer be our place to stay."

"Ah... I just suddenly feel like there are too many things to take into consideration," Bo Yi sighed. Looking at Kule who was silent and focused on observing, she suddenly thought of something, "Hey, by the way, isn't there another woman next to Koshe? I think her name is... Iris?"

"Adam said, never mind," Abrhan said, "Koshei's life is more important than anything else. There is only one person who can compare with him."

Having said that, Abraham's eyes turned to Kule intentionally or unintentionally, and Boye did the same.

Only Kule was still looking outside with no idea.

"Bend down quickly!"

Suddenly, she seemed to have seen some terrifying existence and shouted to Abraham and Boyi.

The three of them bent down, and Abrhan carefully raised his head slightly, looking at the figure walking towards the hotel under the light of the street lamp.

That is, the Pope's Gunners.

Chapter 70 Political Deal

'Brother, do you really want to deal with those things?'

'Don't worry, Destiny, it will only take a few days.'

"But my mother said it's very dangerous outside now. She said people suspect our family is colluding with the government and many people are hostile to us. Can we not go?"

"It's just an exaggeration. If it were really that dangerous, someone would have broken into our house long ago. Don't worry, there are gang members guarding our house, and Destiny will not be in any danger."

"But... I'm worried about my brother. People outside are saying bad things about the Cascade family, and there are always people fighting in public on TV."

"Those people don't understand anything. Destiny doesn't need to care what they think or do."

"Then I will help my brother when I grow up!"

"Now this country, whether it is the family members or the government officials, are all in danger," he stretched out his hand and pinched Destiny's face, "Destiny just needs to practice well at home, and the rest will be left to your brother."

"But if that happens... I won't be able to protect my brother."

Koshe sat on the edge of the bed, constantly unloading the bullets from his pistol and reloading them.

Why... do I think of the past?

The scene of the collapse of the major families a few years ago flashed through his mind. Koshe stood up and inserted the gun into his lower back.

Looking at Iris, who was drowsy on the other bed due to being bored for too long, for some reason, Destiny's face flashed through Koshe's mind again.

As if possessed by a ghost, he reached out and pinched Iris' face just like he had pinched Destiny's face.

"Uh-huh?"

Iris opened her eyes dazedly, but Koshe had already withdrawn his hand.

"It's okay, go back to sleep," Koshe said, looking at Iris who was squinting and unable to open her eyes. "It's not time yet. It will take a long time to travel at midnight. Take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep."

After saying that, Koshei walked towards the bathroom.

He took out the bag of crossbow arrows and crossbow that he had hidden behind the water tank when he moved in earlier. He untied the bag, stroked the arrows with his fingers, and looked at the impact-triggered arrowheads that he had no idea what they were. His thoughts gradually drifted away.

When the major families were just destroyed, in order to gain the trust of the people, both Ulysses and Koshe spent a lot of time and did a lot of things.

And the remnants of the family were also secretly carrying out revenge actions, countless actions against the Cascade family.

Four politicians, two prosecutors, a judge, and informants planted by the Cascade family in various upper-class fields were all assassinated by the remnants.