You don't even want to call me godfather

At the moment, it seems to be the worst possible situation.

Looking at Mostima's questioning and threatening eyes, coupled with her smile, Clovel thought so.

Chapter 94: Knowing it Well

"Uh--cough--"

The feeling of having his neck tightly strangled made Charlie feel as if he was back on the battlefield many years ago.

Surrounded by thick black fog, he wrestled with an Ursus internal guard alone.

This plate armor, which had been invincible in previous wars, was useless in the face of the evil magic of the inner guards, and was unable to resist even the slightest erosion of the black fog.

The black mist seeped into his armor through the gaps in his helmet. It surrounded him and destroyed his body all the time.

No one could survive in the "kingdom". Charlie had heard this rumor before, but he, who had never lost a battle at that time, only understood this when he truly experienced this pain.

This is not only physical destruction, but also a mental torture. The black fog will not kill him immediately, but will torture him slowly, suffocate him, and gradually destroy his previous self-confidence.

In this situation, few people could remain sober, not even Charles. However, compared to those soldiers in the army who chose to give up after finding that resistance was futile, his pride as a musketeer made him unable to accept such a cowardly death.

So he forced his body, which was on the verge of collapse, and his tormented spirit, to pin down the inner guard who released the black mist.

Relying on the weight of the plate armor, he stepped on the inner guard's long sword and tightly grasped the inner guard's neck with both hands. Before that, he had successfully pulled out the inner guard's breathing tube, but this only increased the spread of pollution and the speed of his own physical loss.

Blood continued to flow out of his mouth and nose, overflowing from the gaps in his helmet like a spring, dripping onto the guard's mask and the snow beside him.

The red bloody light in the inner guard's eyes gradually dimmed, and the hands that were tearing Charlie's arms gradually became weak, and he could no longer even gather the red and black evil spell in his hands.

Until he completely lost the ability to resist, until Charlie's armor was completely stained red by his own blood, until the black mist began to dissipate, Charlie still increased the strength in his hands, desperately strangling the lifeless inner guard.

"Click."

It was not until he heard the sound of breaking bones that he let go of his hands with a sense of relief. His eyes, which were wide open with fear, wanted to close more than once, but he held them open.

He tried to stand up, but the rapidly fading adrenaline could no longer support his body, and he staggered a few steps uncontrollably and fell backwards.

"Charlie!"

But someone caught his body. It was Clowell. He rushed into the range of the black fog, hugged Charlie's body, and kept shaking his head to prevent him from falling asleep.

Clovel dragged his body, dragging the heavy armor that had become a burden, and dragged him out of the area filled with black fog with difficulty.

But the remaining spells from the inner guard were like a chronic corrosive, corroding Charlie's body, which was probably about to die, and his mind, which was becoming more and more crazy without him noticing.

Finally, in his remaining vague consciousness, he could only hear a few tired gasps and the sound of his body dragging on the ground.

“Chi-chi-chi”

……

“Chi-chi-chi”

His arms were dragged, and the armor rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. The accumulated water on the ground splashed into Charlie's armor with the amplitude of the movement, and the cold temperature stimulated his back.

Charlie didn't know when he fainted or how he ended up in such a miserable state.

Perhaps it was caused by prolonged hypoxia, or perhaps it was the stress response caused by the sudden attack that led to the onset of shell shock.

But no matter what the reason is, if nothing unexpected happens, his current situation should be considered very bad.

His eyelids felt heavy and his head felt like it was filled with lead, making it difficult to lift it up. He tried hard to open his eyes, but only a small gap could be seen. Through the gap, he seemed to see a hint of purple swaying in front of his eyes.

A slight gasp echoed in his ears, and then he closed his eyes weakly and his consciousness sank again.

……

"Two cups of coffee, please enjoy."

In an all-day coffee shop, a waitress brought a tray and placed two cups of coffee on the table in front of Mostima and Clovel.

She seemed unfazed by their identities, even though they were two of the most influential characters in Rutland, and she treated them as ordinary guests.

Mostima picked up the teacup and took a few sips.

"Da da da."

Her fingers kept tapping the table rhythmically, and her nails made slight sounds as they touched the table.

But Mostima didn't say a word from beginning to end. She just tilted her head and stared at the street outside the glass window, not knowing what she was thinking.

She looked very relaxed, as if this visit to Clowell was just a conversation between friends, and she was not in a hurry at all.

But Clovel didn't think so. He knew what kind of person Mostima was, and he knew that this seemingly casual meeting was not that simple at all.

He glanced at a few waiters who were clearing the plates not far away. Their behavior was very natural, but they always glanced at his position in the free time between various actions.

It’s not that the waitresses here don’t care about his and Mostima’s identities, but they are originally people around Mostima, and having a conversation in this cafe is basically a Hongmen Banquet.

He knew it, but he didn't dare to point it out because he understood the style of the Fallen Angels. Moreover, Mastema was the only Fallen Angel allowed to operate in Lateran.

She was not under Clowell's control. On the contrary, she could even use this as an advantage. Once she learned something from Clowell, she would be fully capable of destroying all his plans.

But he couldn't let that happen.

"Mo——"

"Do you remember Bo Ye, Clowell?"

Just as Clovel was about to speak, Mostima suddenly interrupted him and brought up a topic that he was not expecting.

"Bo Yi?"

Clowell frowned slightly. He had an impression of the name, but he couldn't remember the specific appearance for a moment.

Listening to Clowell's tone, Mostima sighed secretly, feeling somewhat helpless and trembling with repression.

"A girl who was driven into a desperate situation by you and became a fallen angel." She slowly turned her head and met Clowell's gaze, without any emotion in her eyes. "A girl who had a bright future but was completely ruined by you."

Hearing this, Clowell's frown slowly relaxed.

Because he remembered the name Boye and the glowing woman whom he had only met a few times.

And the hatred and anger in her eyes.

"But you can rest assured that I am not here for her today. Similarly, I will not continue to ask questions about Azazel. You and I both know how much I know about these things."

Mastema leaned back slightly, resting her back on the cushions, one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the table.

"Then why..."

Seeing Mostima picking up the teacup leisurely and looking at her without paying attention to him at all, Clowell followed her gaze and looked outside, and then he discovered the clue.

It was completely dark, and the night enveloped the entire city of Lateran.

"Mastema! You!"

Suddenly, he stood up so abruptly that he almost knocked over the coffee on the table.

The waiters in the store stopped what they were doing, their hands resting lightly on their collars, as if they were about to pull something out the next moment.

But Mostima turned his head and glanced at them. Everyone understood and put down their hands that were about to draw their guns.

Clovel pursed his lips, looked at Mostima, then turned to look at the waiters who were staring at him covetously, and finally let out the breath he had been holding.

From the very beginning, from the moment they met on the street, Mostima had no intention of prying anything out of him, her purpose was more than that.

From beginning to end, the reason why Mostima remained unhurried was simply to delay his pace.

Bo Ye, the glowing woman, was an old acquaintance of Mostima and also a fallen angel. How come he didn't think of the activities of this group of fallen angels at the first time?

Mostima knew her influence, and she used this power to suppress Clovel in all aspects.

The action against Koshe should have begun as early as nightfall, and it was her delay that completely disrupted Clowell's plan.

"Damn...damn!"

Clovel paced back and forth for a few times. He hesitated for only a moment, then walked quickly to the door, cursing under Mastema's gaze.

He pushed open the door and sent a mission notification to Charlie at the same time.

But the moment the notice was sent, he stood at the door of the cafe, looking at the communication device in his hand, and fell silent.

On the screen, Charlie's name was offline, and the message naturally failed to be sent successfully.

Chapter 95: Unexpected

A white light enveloped everything, and then the sense of touch slowly returned.

First the eyelids, then the fingers and thighs.

The rough touch of the ground was very clear, and some small stones brushed against my legs, speeding up my recovery of consciousness.

Charlie tried to move his eyes, to roll them, or to twitch his fingers, but he was unsuccessful.

"Crack."

Something clicked, like a rope, and Iris's movement the next second confirmed his thoughts.

His hands were tied tightly with a rope, and he was lying on his side on the ground. Iris, who had kidnapped him here, was reinforcing the knot on his wrists.

After the reinforcement was completed, she stood up and her footsteps sounded, as if she was intentionally walking around Charlie, as if waiting for something.

"It's time to wake up..."

Iris' voice sounded a little confused.

But then she thought of something, squatted down again, and searched for something on Charlie's body.

"Clap."

She found Charlie's communication device, broke it off, and threw it aside.

"Uh……"

As time went by, Charlie gradually began to be able to control his body. His hands tied behind his back made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Ok?"

Iris heard Charlie's voice, she frowned slightly, put away the dagger she was playing with, and reached out to turn Charlie's body over.

"you--"

Before she could say anything, she suddenly became alert, and Charlie felt that he was lifted up, or rather, forcibly pulled up.

"Iris, I know you're here."

An inappropriate voice came into the ears of the two. Compared to Charlie who had no idea what was going on, Iris held her breath and tried not to make any sound.

"Your traces are too obvious. The leader's helmet fell to the ground, and there are drag marks on the road. You just need to follow the traces to find it."

Koshe's voice was calm. He appeared at the door and slowly explained everything he had discovered.

But there was no answer, only silence.

Looking at Koshe's expression and the fact that he didn't look in their direction at all, Charlie, who was tied up, deduced that he was probably hidden now, along with Iris himself.

He didn't know what methods Iris used, but the sharp blade against his throat was a silent warning to him not to make a sound.

"Iris, I understand what you're trying to do, but it's really stupid. There are better ways to handle this."

Charlie felt the blade tremble, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out from the new wound.

The blade became more and more powerful, and the feeling of suffocation came up again, along with the red blood and the inner guard's eyes that were glowing red.

The panting sound, the unique breathing sound of Neiwei seemed to ring in his ears. The pain spreading in his bones, the feeling of suffocation, seemed like an illusion, only a mental maggot attached to his bones, everything was gnawing at his nerves.

"Clap."

Blood dripped onto the ground along the blade of the dagger in Iris's hand, and this did not escape Koshe's ears at all. He turned his gaze and locked onto the location where Iris was.

"Iris..." Koshe knew that his dissuasion would probably not have any effect. What had been done was done, and it was too late to turn back now. He could only settle for the next best thing. "Whatever you want to do, Iris... I will wait for you in the tallest bell tower in Lateran."

Koshe didn't care whether he would have a head-on confrontation with Clovel. It could even be said that he only cared about Iris.

Tonight was bound to be a bloody night, and if Iris insisted on doing so, he could also completely break off relations with Rutland.

After all, it was Crowell, and it was Rutland who did the injustice to him first, so it is hard to say how he will fight back.

only……