You don't even want to call me godfather

Ordinary Syracusans...

Angelina's eyes twitched when she heard this.

"It looks like the streets are a bit crowded, Angelina," Koshe asked her, "I remember you used some Originium skill last night, the one that floated down from the sky. Can you bring people with you?"

"Eh? Um..." Angelina was a little embarrassed. "It's still early now. There are too many people on the street. If I use the Originium technique to hurry, I will be easily seen. Let's go a little later."

"Is this so?"

Koshe walked to the door of a closed shop and sat down on the steps to avoid the crowd. Angelina also followed obediently, holding the package.

"Come to think of it, Angelina is an infected person, right?"

Angelina had just sat down when she was almost frightened to stand up by Koshe's sudden question.

"How did Mr. Koshe know?"

"The boss of the express transfer station told me."

"This...is like this..."

Angelina had already secretly made a note of her boss in her little notebook.

"But you don't have to worry about anything. I don't reject the infected. Or, I can say that many of my family's followers are also infected."

"Eh? Mr. Koshei... aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of contracting mineral sickness?" Koshe took out his cigarette case, smoked out a cigarette, and said, "If you care about even such a small matter, then you don't have the qualities to be a godfather."

"measure?"

"My father, the godfather, once told me that it is human nature to exclude those who are different from you. For most people, the infected have no human rights at all. They are useless trash and a breeding ground for the plague. After all, people are afraid of things they don't know. Many people claim to be good people, but in this matter, they have become butchers."

Koshe lit up a cigarette and took a long puff.

"I don't want to be a butcher who takes someone's life without holding a knife. Even if I am a godson, I don't want to despise others or deprive them of their freedom."

free……

Angelina can be said to know a little about this.

"Cough-cough-"

Angelina choked by the smoke and started coughing. Seeing this, Koshei put out his cigarette and waved his hand to disperse the smoke around her.

"Sorry, I said something weird all of a sudden."

He stepped on the cigarette butt and said this.

"No, it's okay, Mr. Koshe...it's really different from what I originally thought."

Angelina said with a smile, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the smoke.

"So, what kind of image do I have in your eyes?"

"Ahahaha... Don't worry about such trivial matters..."

Although they only had a few short conversations, Angelina seemed to feel that Koshe was really different from the mafia she had in mind.

Chapter 6 Beautiful People

"Almost?"

"Well, it's getting dark."

Late at night, Angelina once again stood on top of a tall building in the city, but this time, there was Koshe beside her.

"But come to think of it, it seems like it's been a long time since I've looked at this city from such a high place."

Syracuse at this time was very similar to the Syracuse he remembered before his father became the godfather.

But his father told him that no matter where he goes, he should remember that the past is fake, memories are a road without end, all the past springs are gone, and in the final analysis, it is just a fleeting reality.

Let it go slowly. There is nothing to complain about now. The demise of several families has brought Syracuse long-term peace and tranquility. This is enough.

"Mr. Kochei... have you ever climbed to a high place to look out over the city like you are doing now?"

Angelina was more curious about this savior whom she had only known for two days.

Godson, this was a person she had never thought she would meet before. After being nervous and scared, when she realized that Koshei could also communicate normally, her curiosity began to take over.

"Well...it actually happened several years ago," Koshe said, not minding Angelina's curiosity. "When I was young, I climbed to the top of the church by stepping on my friend's shoulders. Afterwards, my mother grabbed my ears and scolded me."

"Haha, I didn't expect Koshei to have such a past."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Don't you still need to deliver the goods?" Koshe stood up from the edge of the roof and said, "Let me see your Originium skills."

In Syracuse, everyone seems lonely, but they often try their best to dispel their loneliness in their own way.

Koshei, for example, has always presented himself as a godson, but he occasionally takes an interest in other people's lives.

This is also the reason why he followed Angelina to experience the life of a messenger.

"Originium skills..." Angelina narrowed her eyes and stretched out a hand to Koshei, "Mr. Koshei, are you afraid of heights?"

"Afraid of heights?"

Although Koshe was doubtful, he held Angelina's hand without hesitation.

As the orange light on Angelina's staff lit up, he felt a warm source of Originium energy spreading throughout his body from the hand holding Angelina, and at the same time his body seemed to become light.

"It's time to jump."

"Eh? What, wait—"

Before Koshe could react, Angelina had already stepped over the edge of the roof and jumped down.

And driven by Angelina's body, his feet left the ground.

He twisted his body a few times in panic in the air, and when he found that he and Angelina were both floating in mid-air, he gradually steadied himself.

It didn't feel like I was stepping on anything real, but rather was slowly gliding towards the roof of another slightly shorter building.

"This feeling……"

"How's it going? It's amazing, isn't it?"

Seeing Koshei's change from panic to calmness, Angelina held his hand and spoke with pride.

It was the same when she was still unfamiliar with her Originium skills.

"Indeed, it's a wonderful feeling," Koshei said, feeling the wind brought by gliding and slowly closing his eyes, "It's like a dream, so illusory."

"Eh? Really?" The two landed on the roof of a house. Angelina turned around in disbelief. "This is the first time someone has commented on my Originium skills like this. In the eyes of others, they are more worried about my identity as an infected person than my Originium skills."

"But at least with me, you don't have to worry about that."

After Koshe finished speaking, before Angelina had time to savor his words, he pulled Angelina towards the next house.

"Eh? Wait, that's not the other side!"

Angelina was about to turn around, but when she saw Koshei's profile and his slightly raised mouth, she said no more and let Koshei lead her and drift in the direction he wanted to go.

Since Koshe praised her Originium skills, she let him do what he wants.

Moreover, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Perhaps it was due to the long-term strict discipline of the godfather and the burden he had carried since childhood that caused Koshe to rarely experience the life he wanted.

This made him miss out on a lot of fun that ordinary people have, and that's why the freshness that Angelina's Originium skills brought to him was so attractive to him.

The night breeze blew across his body, blowing away the pressure on his shoulders and the depression of life.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before and it fascinated him.

"Angelina."

Suddenly, Koshe turned sideways, and his free hand grasped Angelina's hand holding the staff.

"Eh? W-what happened?"

Looking at Koshei's expression, which was completely different from before, the boy's smile and calmness made the girl's heart flutter.

"Come on, beautiful people, dance."

Koshe said to Angelina.

"Eh? But... I don't know how to..."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

They no longer glide towards other buildings, but instead remain suspended in mid-air, dancing gracefully in the air in the dead of night.

At the beginning, Angelina would always step on Koshe's feet, but with Koshe's hand-in-hand guidance, their movements gradually became exactly the same, like shadows following each other.

Relying on Angelina's Originium skills, every turn, every tilt and rise and fall of the body, and every alternation of steps seemed extremely natural under Koshe's leadership.

Everything seems so harmonious and tacit at this moment.

At that time, after the dance, the two maintained the final posture. Angelina tilted her head, and her hair had been scattered at some point, draped over one shoulder, but not at all messy.

"Amazing, amazing, to be able to learn so well in such a short time, it seems Angelina is very talented."

Koshe praised.

"Huh...huh..."

Angelina was breathing slightly, Koshe's face was very close to her, and his warm breath made her heart beat faster.

She hurriedly distanced herself from Koshei, a blush crept up her face, and even her breathing became rapid.

Unexplained emotions wouldn't last long, she told herself.

Then, she realized something.

"Wait, where's the cargo?"

Looking at her hands intertwined with Koshe's, Angelina's restlessness turned into anxiety.

"Aaaaah! If anything happens to the goods again, I'm sure the boss will scold me again!"

Angelina loosened one hand, tightened her grip on the staff again, and floated towards the tall building she had come from.

Koshe held her other hand and followed closely behind. Looking at Angelina's back, who didn't even bother to take care of her hair, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

But then, he lowered his head, and in his eyes, which were slightly covered by his hair, a different kind of emotion was revealed.

Loneliness is nature's curse on those who live in groups, and solitude is the only way out of loneliness.

Life has never existed independently without loneliness, whether it is birth, growth, love, success or failure. Until the very end, loneliness exists in a corner of life like a shadow.

But at least now, he is not alone, and she is not alone.

Chapter 7: Acne and Old Wounds

"Dong dong dong."

"Is anyone home? Your delivery has arrived!"

Angelina and Koshe stood at the door of a house and she knocked on it.

As expected, after Koshe's messing around and dancing in the air, Angelina delivered the goods much later than the time specified on the logistics list.

"Click."

There was the sound of the door unlocking, and a ferocious-looking man in a suit opened the door.

"Why did you deliver it so late?"

There was extreme dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm so sorry! It's a lot later than expected. Regarding this..."