You don't even want to call me godfather

He had been fighting with Adam for nearly half of his life, but the death of his enemy could neither relieve the hatred in his heart nor let him feel at ease. It only left him with more questions.

After a long while, he raised his head and turned his gaze towards Koshei.

Without saying anything, Clowell took a step and walked towards him like a zombie.

"Da da da da——"

The sound of helicopter propellers turning was heard in the air, and lights shone on everyone. Several helicopters appeared above them and were slowly descending.

Before the light came down, Idhaila had already disappeared into the darkness, and the worm incarnation that was resting on the shore was also taken back by her, turning into dust and scattering into the water.

When the helicopter descended to a low enough altitude, several figures jumped down from it, landed on the ground, and raised clouds of dust.

When the smoke cleared, they saw several musketeers under the Pope standing in front of Koshe and his men, blocking their way, raising their cannons and aiming at Clovel.

"It's time to stop, Clowell."

A solemn voice reached everyone's ears. Koshei and others looked up and saw the Pope himself getting off a helicopter that had just landed, with more musketeers following him.

Two of the musketeers walked towards Clovel, one of them held his shoulders and forced him to bend forward, while the other handcuffed his wrists.

During this period, Clowell did not resist in any way.

Looking at Clowell who lowered his head, the Pope sighed helplessly, then raised his voice and announced:

"Now, I arrest you for attempting to murder the monarch of another country, Clowell."

Chapter 108: Make up for the loss

"No one comes back alive from the battlefield... No one..."

"..."

"You know, we have to travel thousands of miles and charge into battle... I always thought I would be scared, but I wasn't. It was actually very simple for me. Killing, even watching my companions die, that... that was meaningless."

"The first time I felt scared was on the way home. I kept thinking that God was going to abandon us. Damn it... That's his humor..."

"Later, our car arrived safely and we all returned home, and as the traffic flowed, I passed by those fast food restaurants, donut shops, dessert shops and those... greasy junk foods, that's what we fought so hard to protect."

"And the car pulled up and we were outside her school, my daughter, and I went to her class and she was there, but she didn't know...she didn't know that daddy was home, and I walked in and those kids weren't even studying, what were they doing...yoga?"

"Hmm... you know what? She's right there, she's posing, she's bending down, she's twisting, she looks like a flower, that's right, you simply can't understand how this could be... how could there be such beauty... how could... it be my child?"

"She looked up and saw me, and I saw her, and oh my god, it was real... it was real..."

"Suddenly, she rushed over from the other end of the classroom and threw herself into my arms. She hugged me so tightly that I dare say my ribs were almost broken..."

"We just stood there, hugging each other, and the teacher was filming it, but she couldn't hold the phone steady because she was...she was crying so hard, and the kids were crying, they were screaming."

"And me? Damn it, I cried the most. I... I, for someone like me, actually cried the most..."

"But my child didn't cry... She didn't cry, she held me, my baby, she just supported me like this, she said... I know, Dad, I know."

"Then we went home, and my wife, my daughter, and my house were still the same. It felt like they were holding their breath waiting for me to come back..."

"Then I suddenly realized that all the pain... For the first time, I felt how tired I was, I was just tired... But there was nothing I could do, everything..."

"I couldn't sleep with my wife, I couldn't play with my daughter, damn... I was so tired, I couldn't even have a beer."

"But she didn't. My daughter is very happy. She wants me to...she wants me to tuck her in. She...she has grown up a long time ago. She knows it, but she doesn't care."

"She has a book, her favorite book next to her pillow, and I used to read it to her every night, but now I don't have to read it because Daddy is home..."

"But she looked at me, she begged me, she begged me..."

"I said, no, Daddy is too tired, but I...I will read it to you tomorrow night...I will read it to you tomorrow night, I promise."

"But I didn't expect that for her... there would be no tomorrow. The last time I saw her, I held her lifeless body in my arms. Pieces of flesh fell off her body. She was unrecognizable..."

"I feel like I'm done, I know... I'm done."

There was a moment of silence in the courtroom, and no one interrupted Crowell's speech, even though he was now standing here as a defendant.

"Defendant, is this your explanation of your criminal behavior?"

In the front center of the courtroom, a presiding judge and two jurors looked at Clowell. After Clowell stopped talking, the presiding judge asked.

"I have nothing to say."

Clowell lowered his head, looked at the two big words "Defendant" clearly written on his clothes and the handcuffs on his wrists, and closed his eyes.

"But what does this have to do with your attempt and planning to murder the monarch of another country?" The presiding judge flipped through a pile of documents on the table in front of him and continued to ask, "The incident you just mentioned was the park massacre that happened ten years ago, a terrorist attack that occurred in Lateran. Although your wife and daughter were among the victims at that time, what does this have to do with the monarch of Syracuse?"

"..."

Crowell did not answer. He had no intention of resisting this trial, and he knew there was no way to explain himself. He did not even apply for a lawyer.

In the audience behind Clowell, Koshe was sitting in the first row. Clowell's incident had little to do with him at all, and it was Adam who accidentally killed Clowell's wife and daughter, so he did not listen carefully to the content of the trial. Instead, he was observing the scene.

What he didn't expect was that the majority of people in the audience of this trial were not people from Lateran itself, but messengers from other countries.

Viviana and Knight were sitting a few seats behind Koshei. When Koshei turned around, Viviana nodded slightly to him.

Lisa's father, Tamamo, was also sitting in the audience, watching the trial with great interest, and seemed very interested in it.

Representatives of other countries, such as Ursus, Yan Country, and Kjerag, can also be identified by their racial characteristics or clothing styles.

Even Tracy was there, but he just leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

It seemed that the only ones who did not come were Colombia's technology ambassador and Leno Belgrade of Letania.

On the other hand, due to Clowell's almost silent attitude and his refusal to deny anything, the trial process moved forward quickly and it was already the last chance to speak before the verdict.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Pope."

Clowell raised his head slightly and looked directly into the Pope's eyes.

"With greater power comes greater responsibility, but you didn't fulfill your responsibilities, Clowell," the Pope, who was sitting next to the presiding judge and acting as a juror, looked down at Clowell and sighed softly, "The people who were harmed by your decision and the executors who lost their lives because of your orders, this is what disappoints me about you."

"……Feel sorry."

Clowell lowered his head again and said nothing more.

"The defendant, Clowell, has committed the crimes of premeditated murder, abuse of power, and dereliction of duty, and has caused the deaths of 17 executors and serious injuries to 6 executors, seriously damaging public property, undermining the interests of the state and the people, and causing particularly bad social impacts." Finally, the presiding judge raised the gavel and announced the verdict. "Therefore, the defendant Clowell is sentenced to life imprisonment and must pay the medical expenses and miscellaneous expenses of all victims and those involved in this incident. He is also fined 140 million pounds, and there is no parole."

"Boom!"

The gavel came down and the verdict was final.

Clowell was escorted away by two musketeers, and the people in the audience also left one after another.

Koshe followed and left. He came to the door of the court and looked at the busy citizens of Lateran outside. For some reason, he seemed to have put down a burden and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Mr. Koche?"

Just as Koshe was about to walk down the stairs, Viviana's voice came from behind him.

"Miss Viviana," Koshe turned around and saw two familiar figures walking towards him, "and the Knight of the Cross."

"I didn't expect something like this to happen last night," Viviana nodded gently and asked kindly, "Mr. Koshe, how is your health?"

"It's nothing serious," Koshe waved his hand and shook his head. "But Iris is still receiving treatment because she was injured too badly."

"It's too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost," the silent Knight suddenly murmured something with resentment, his voice coming from under his helmet, "In my opinion, he should be sentenced to death. A man like him is not qualified to be a protector of the country."

"Ahem..." Koshe coughed awkwardly. After all, in the country of the Sakota people, such words were indeed a bit... But then he thought of something and said to the Knight, "I have a friend named Abrhan, who was also a soldier. He told me that for someone in Clowell's position, sending him to prison and making him stay with the prisoners and criminals he had arrested personally is the most insulting thing for a soldier or a policeman."

"I see……"

The Knight stroked the small part of his chin that was exposed under his helmet, thinking about something.

"Mr. Koshei should have something else to deal with, right?" Seeing this, Viviana naturally changed the subject, "Then we won't bother you for now. My mother ordered me to return home after the International Conference, and now I have been delayed for a long time."

"Well, see you again if we are lucky, Miss Viviana, Knight of the Cross."

Koshe understood and said goodbye to the two with a smile.

"Looking forward to meeting you next time, Mr. Koshe."

Viviana nodded again, showing her elegant temperament, and the Knight also bowed silently to Koshe.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Viviana, the Knight of the Cross, and Koshei all regarded each other as good friends from the bottom of their hearts.

This trip to Lateran was somewhat fruitful. He met Viviana and the Knight of the Lateran, and talked with Tracys about the way of kingship. Because of Clovel's incident, the Pope of Lateran owed Koshe a favor.

The most important thing is the expansion of talent.

The reason why the Pope brought people to capture Clowell was that while Koshe and others were dealing with Clowell, Ou Ya and Ben Hong broke through the interrogation department, rescued the tortured He Xi and the not-yet-brainwashed Gui Er from Moder, and then found the Pope who was still strolling in the conference hall late at night.

With the testimony of Hexi and the fact that many executors of the notary office were transferred without the Pope's knowledge, he was convinced of this matter.

Now that this matter has come to an end, Abel Khan and Boye are determined to follow Koshei. Guier, Abel Khan's sister, and Hexi will also leave with them. But Koshei is not clear about the thoughts of a few others.

"call……"

Koshei took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket that had survived such a fierce fight, took out a cigarette and put it in his lips.

Before Koshei could look for a lighter, a hand holding a lighter reached out to him and lit the fire.

"Well, thank you."

Koshe lit the cigarette, but he had just come out of his thinking state and began to look at the person who helped him light the cigarette.

"Yaros Alisa, an Ursus diplomatic nobleman," a gentle and noble Ursus man folded one arm across his chest, bent slightly, and bowed to Koshei, "I didn't have the chance to talk to you at the International Conference before, but maybe it's not too late now."

Chapter 109: Staring with rage (end of volume 2)

Yaros Alisa is indeed a very aristocratic name, and she doesn’t look young either. She is probably a generation older than Koshe.

"What do you want from your country's diplomats to see the leader of a small country like mine?"

Koshe was aware of Syracuse's position in the world, so he tried his best to be humble in front of the representatives of a big country like Ursus.

He didn't want to be hated by other major powers, and Syracuse could not withstand the storms raised by other countries at the moment.

"Since you have already said that I am a diplomat, then I don't think I need to explain what I want to talk to you about, right?"

There was a constant smile on Yaros's face, no doubt a fake smile of a politician, which made Koshei uncomfortable.

"Then...can I know the reason?"

Koshei simply asked after a moment.

"Lord of Syracuse, can I call you Cascade? Do you think humans can become rational creatures?" Yaros smiled again, nodded, and put his hands behind his back. "I believe you also know that in the past few years, we Ursus have been fighting with the nature of beasts. Sometimes I also wonder, are all these things that can even be called atrocities really meaningful?"

"It is too early to judge history now. Whether these sacrifices are meaningful will be determined by people's future behavior," Koshei pondered for a while and finally gave a fairly standard answer. "At least that's what I think."

"Then what do you think those who died in pointless fights and pointless wars would think?"

Yaros narrowed his eyes and his smile became more intense, as if he wanted to see through Koshei.

"The dead have nothing to worry about, but the living are weak," Koshei took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said with emotion, "The number of graves to be swept and the number of flowers to be offered will only increase. Wars will not disappear, and people will not give up fighting."

This way, I should be able to pass.

Koshe thought so as he observed the changes in Yaros' expression with his peripheral vision. This was not the first time he had talked with representatives of a major power.

But Yaros is different from Viviana's gentleness, and also different from Tracy's cruelty. He does not give people a comfortable feeling.

If I really have to describe him, he is like a jackal that has revealed the appearance of a fox.

"Well said, Cascade." After seeing Koshe finished speaking, Yaros nodded and said, "Times are always changing, but the surrounding scenery has always been the same as we are familiar with."

Then he looked Koshei up and down with a subtle look.

For some reason, this kind of gaze made Koshei feel nervous.

"Although the time was short, I enjoyed talking to you, Cascade," Yaros bowed to Koshei again after a moment, "I am sure that there must be endless possibilities in you."

After saying this, Yaros left with a meaningful smile.

I hope... I didn't say the wrong thing.

Koshe threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out. It would be better for him not to provoke any force now.

Otherwise, with Syracuse's current national strength, it would most likely be submerged by the steel-like torrent.