You don't even want to call me godfather

This time it was Sheffield's turn to be angry. He was always unhappy with Solomons' attitude. Now that such a big thing had happened, Solomons was still angry with Koshe, and he didn't understand what was most important.

"I don't give a fuck! Okay?" Solomons roared, spitting out saliva. He raised his hand, pointed at Koshei, and shouted angrily in a tone of disappointment, "I don't want him to forgive me for the sake of some damn parliament! I want him to know that his anger has no fucking justification at all! I want him to know that those who fight with swords will also die with swords! Do you fucking understand, Koshei?"

Solomons' shout sobered up Koshe and Sheffield, who were both furious.

Koshei gasped, blood running down his face and pooling on his chin, and he looked at Solomons, thinking about what he had said.

"They kidnapped your daughter, didn't they? Ah? They kidnapped your daughter?" But Solomons had no intention of stopping. He walked towards Koshei step by step, almost sticking to his face, and yelled at him, "What the hell did I cross!"

Koshe was stunned by Solomons' aura. If the beating and scolding from the others just now was just an emotional release, then the aura displayed by Solomons now really made Koshe realize how much older the other party was than him.

"How many fathers have you killed? No matter if they are innocent or guilty, they died in your hands. You would send them to hell without hesitation, right? Just like me!" Solomons angrily denounced Koshe's own actions and his specious arguments, "How dare you stand here! You? You have the nerve to criticize me? You stand here and say that I crossed the line?!"

What Solomon said was all true. Even Koshei couldn't raise his head for a moment and his eyes couldn't help but turn downwards.

"If you're going to shoot, huh? You have to shoot for a noble cause! Like a noble man, not an ignorant civilian! You don't understand the bizarre way of life in our world at all."

Solomons finally finished scolding, and he even looked at Koshei with a hint of unsatisfied feeling, like an experienced elder looking at a young and arrogant junior.

"Godfather, killing Elf Solomons will not help," Sheffield, who was the first to recover, took advantage of Koshe's dazed state and quickly persuaded him, "This will only affect the relationship between the parliament and Syracuse's own power."

"...Ha...Luka," after being scolded by Solomons, Koshei calmed down completely. He turned his head and instructed Sheffield, "Go call Hexi and tell him that there is no need to investigate the traitor anymore. This is wrong from the root."

"Yes."

Sheffield nodded and immediately turned and left. After walking a few steps away, he looked back worriedly. Seeing that both of them remained silent, he pulled up the shutter door and left the warehouse.

"Well said, Alfie." After his breathing slowed down, Koshe looked Solomons in the eye, nodded, and praised, "Well said."

"Uh... um..." Facing Koshe's reaction, Solomons looked around awkwardly, and finally regained his respectful attitude and confessed to him, "I don't know about your daughter..."

"I know," Koshe smiled self-deprecatingly. He raised his head, looked up, and sighed deeply, "I can see it, Alfie."

After this dispute, Koshe finally understood that it was not Solomons who betrayed him, but he himself who had preconceived ideas and was carried away by his emotions, and he had presumptuously doubted his partner, for which he was truly ashamed.

"I'm leaving now. It's really troublesome to take up so much of your time, Solomons."

After a moment, Koshe turned around, bent down and picked up the pistol that had been knocked to the ground by Solomon's guards, and put the guard's gun into his pocket.

He dusted himself off and left the warehouse.

Solomon was left alone, awkwardly standing alone with the body of the guard on the ground.

PS: This chapter has almost 4k words. Including the second half of the previous chapter, it has nearly words. I can only say that the value of this famous scene is a bit too high.

PSS:py is a book by a friend, he is a big guy, the portal is at the back.

Introduction: When you are at home, disaster may come from the sky.

Ye Qingxia was drafted into the army for unknown reasons and became a reincarnation.

Finally, he managed to escape on the day when the main god was in trouble.

What she never expected was that her first stop after leaving the main god would be the famous Dragon Gate among mobile game players!

And...I became a wanted criminal as soon as I landed?

Chapter 8: As always

Koshe was walking alone on the road with a heavy heart. The matter of Solomons made him start to wonder even more how Columbia had quickly obtained the information about Syracuse and Ω.

"It's getting dark..."

When he came to his senses, he found that night had fallen without him noticing.

The street lights flickered for a while before returning to a steady state. Koshe looked around and found that he had unknowingly walked to a familiar place.

A place he used to go to often.

"Ding bell~"

The wind chimes on the door made a sound as Koshe pushed the door open.

"Welcome to the Valhalla bar, would you like to--hmm?"

Jill, who was standing behind the bar wiping wine glasses, heard the sound of wind chimes, and the welcome words that were about to come out of her mouth came to an abrupt end the moment she looked up and saw Koshei.

"Let's have a mild drink. I've been so tired lately that I can't even drink strong liquor." Koshe sat down at the bar naturally and moved the ashtray on the bar towards him. After noticing that Gil was inexplicably distracted, he stopped lighting the cigarette. "What's wrong? Do I look a little bit wrong?"

"Ah, yes, you look terrible, Koshe," Jill sighed softly, picked up the clean glass from the sink, turned it around between his fingers a few times, and placed it on the bar, "I'm just kidding, I just feel that I haven't seen you here for a long time, and I'm a little surprised."

"I happened to pass by and didn't have anything urgent to do, so I just came in for a drink before leaving."

Koshe smiled and shook his head, then lit a cigarette. He knew what he looked like now. Jill was not joking, but only said that to save his face.

Jill mixed the wine with skillful movements, and after a short but extremely powerful shake, a glass of wine exuding a feminine scent was pushed in front of him.

"Fluffy Dream, one or two sips are enough to please your tongue, but drinking more may cause you to oversleep." After Jill placed the drinks on the table, she made her signature move. She leaned her arms on the edge of the bar and leaned slightly towards Koshe. "Answer me, Koshe, how long have you not slept?"

"How can I sleep peacefully before the people of Syracuse and the family's followers can rest assured and sleep well?" Koshe took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke drifted upwards as he spoke. He picked up the glass and took a sip. "Your bartending skills have improved, Gil."

"You haven't been here for a long time, so you've forgotten the taste of this place," Jill was not happy about Koshe's praise. On the contrary, she looked at Koshe's expression and frowned slightly. "But even so, you have to make sure that there is nothing wrong with your body. I can't remember how many times you have made me feel that you may die at any time."

"With greater power comes greater responsibility. I've understood this since the day I took this position," Koshe shook his glass and observed the wine in it. "There is still a lot to do and a lot to be accomplished. Now is not the time to rest."

He took another sip of the wine, but this time he held it in his mouth, savoring it.

"But you can't bear the demands of everyone, Koshe, you clearly know this." Although Jill has long been accustomed to Koshe's character, he often can't stand his style of doing things. "You are a smart person, and you know that you can't collapse first, but if that's the case, why do you have to do this? And the boss also said that as long as you need it, she can help you at any time, and I am no exception. We are friends, Koshe, you can rely on us occasionally."

"You are just as mean as ever, Jill," Koshe smiled. He really enjoyed chatting with Jill. At least at times like this, he didn't need to pretend. "I'm glad that you still consider me a friend. But please tell Dana that what I need now is a way to stabilize the people's hearts and strengthen the country's strength, not a wrestler who can knock down ten bears."

“Pfft…” Jill couldn’t help laughing. It was she who told Koshei about Dana’s fight against ten bears. She didn’t expect it to be brought up again to liven up the atmosphere. She joked, “Be careful or Dana will come back to settle the score with you.”

"If he could come and help me with some of the paperwork, that would be really appreciated."

Koshe waved his hands, and his mood inevitably improved a little, but as his tense nerves relaxed, sleepiness instantly swept over his brain.

He took a big gulp of the wine in the glass, hoping to sober himself up.

"Come to think of it," Koshe placed the empty glass on the bar. He did not notice Jill's subtle expression as he stared at the empty glass. Instead, he asked in a daze, "I remember you told me a long time ago that this place was going to close down."

"The bar's profits can barely keep the place running normally. If the boss hadn't been constantly out making extra money, it would have closed a few months ago," Jill shrugged. "And closing is not an excuse to slack off. Even if the bar were to close tomorrow, I would work here until the last hour."

"Because you like this job... or because you like wine?"

"It's not like in the usual sense. In fact, I don't drink much if I'm not with others." Jill leaned forward a little more, crossed her arms and pressed them on the bar counter, glancing at Koshe intentionally or unintentionally. "Besides, the boss has always treated me well. I have been in this bar for so long, the only one that doesn't give me a headache. If I run away when something goes wrong, it would be too disloyal."

"Hmm... That's great, so righteous..."

Koshei folded his arms on the bar, half of his face buried in his arms, looking drowsy and unaware that Jill was a little too close to him.

"I told you that if you drink too much, you might oversleep, but you drank it all in one gulp," Jill smiled softly. She raised one hand to support her chin and observed Koshe's sleeping face closely. "But it's good this way. At least you can get a good night's sleep."

Jill had never observed Koshei so closely, even though they had known each other for so long and their relationship had always been that of close friends.

Perhaps in Koshe's view, she has always been just a bartender to whom he can complain and grumble after drinking.

"Hong... don't eat anything careless..."

Koshe was mumbling incoherently. Jill had never seen him so defenseless. For a moment, he felt that after removing his identity as the godfather, Koshe was just a confused fool.

"Really? How am I going to close the door later like this..."

Jill complained to herself, but when she looked at Koshe's eyes, they narrowed slightly.

Chapter 9: Ambiguous

In his sleep, Koshei vaguely felt something wet rubbing against his face.

He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and waved his hands, trying to drive away the things that disturbed his sleep.

"Meow-"

He heard a cat's meow. It seemed that it was a cat that licked his face just now. As Koshe drove it away, there was no more movement. It must have run away. So Koshe turned over comfortably, hugged the pillow, and continued to immerse himself in his dream.

and many more.

Koshei suddenly opened his eyes and thought, he didn't have a cat either.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the window onto his body. He was sleeping on an unfamiliar bed at this moment. The cat was coiled beside his legs, basking in the sunlight and making comfortable sounds.

"Awake?" A female voice came into his ears. Koshe rubbed his eyes. After the discomfort from the sunlight disappeared a little, he saw clearly that the person sitting beside the bed was Jill. She handed him the cigarette she was smoking. "Are you awake? Or do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"Um...what time is it already?"

Koshe was still a little unconscious. With sleepy eyes he took the cigarette handed to him by Jill and took a puff weakly.

"Not late, just after eight," Jill lit another cigarette for herself and glanced at the clock on the wall. "You want to deal with your work right after you woke up?"

"Let's wait and see," Koshei took a few puffs of his cigarette. Nicotine gradually awakened his consciousness. He realized something was wrong just after he finished answering, "Wait, where is this?"

"my home."

Jill scrolled through her phone as if nothing had happened, seemingly unaware of Koshe's shock.

But Koshe's brain couldn't process the situation for a while. He was stunned for a moment, looked at Jill, then lifted the quilt to look at his body.

"Tsk... Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you." Seeing Koshe's panic, Jill couldn't help laughing. She turned off the phone screen and explained to him, "You got drunk at the bar last night, do you remember?"

After hearing this, Koshe thought about it carefully and found that his memory was indeed blank after drinking the glass of wine.

But it seemed that Jill didn't do anything to him, so he was relieved.

"Why, are you still a little disappointed?" Seeing Koshei's multiple emotional changes in just a few seconds, Jill suddenly felt playful and couldn't help but put his face in front of him and teased him, "Well, boys of your age do fantasize about this kind of thing."

"..."

After Jill's teasing, Koshe choked.

After all, Jill was a woman, and a mature woman who was a few years older than him, with whom he could talk very well, and who could often help him solve his problems, understand him, and even wake him up when he was hesitant.

Besides, Koshei himself was still young and full of vigor and energy, so he couldn't stand this kind of teasing. He could only hold his breath and try not to think too much.

"Come on, Jill, stop teasing me. Look how embarrassed Koshe is because of you."

Just when Koshe felt he was about to suffocate, Dana appeared at the door at the right time and resolved the ambiguous situation.

"So... why do you have to bring me to where you live?" Koshe gave Dana a thankful look, then asked Jill, "I remember that my place seems to be closer to the bar, right?"

"What do you think would happen if I dragged you, who was half dead, towards your home in the middle of the night and were seen by your family's followers?" Jill held his forehead and answered this stupid question helplessly. "Luckily, the boss came to the bar last night, otherwise I really don't know how to transport you in Syracuse where your family's spies are everywhere."

"So it was Dana who brought me here last night?" Even so, Koshei felt a little unbelievable. "That shouldn't be the case. I have clearly increased the intensity of night patrols. Even if it was Dana, it's impossible for her to take me around under that level of surveillance."

"Well...about this..." Dana crossed her arms and made a proud expression, then gave Koshe a thumbs up, "Of course it's going to be the sewer!"

"what?"

Koshe began to wonder how soundly he slept last night as he did not wake up even after all the trouble.

"Because the sewer leading to this side is still of the old-fashioned design, the passage is very narrow, so it is inevitable that some dirt is stuck on your body, but don't worry, the clothes you are wearing now are all new." Dana scratched her head a little embarrassedly, but then showed a malicious smile, "By the way, the one who helped you change clothes and buy clothes was Jill--"

"Boss!" Jill hurriedly stopped Dana, but words spoken were like spilled water, which could not be taken back. She turned her neck stiffly and smiled awkwardly at Koshe, "Well... I can't just bring you back and not care about you... You have to understand..."

Koshe kept smiling for a long time, and his eyes gradually turned to the side.

His eyes were dead, as if there was a black and white filter covering him.

"Okay, don't think too much about it." Dana seemed to realize that this was too socially deadly for Koshei, so she came to the rescue after teasing him. She walked to the bed, patted Koshei's shoulder, then picked up the plastic bag of food in her hand and shook it, "Want to have breakfast?"

……

"Come to think of it, Koshe," Dana said while holding a piece of bread covered with jam at the dining table, trying to find a topic to make the atmosphere of the breakfast not too cold, "When did you start smoking?"

"Hmm?" Koshei hadn't expected Dana to ask such a question, or rather, no one had ever cared about this question. He stopped spreading jam on the bread and recalled, "Probably... when I was fourteen or fifteen years old. Syracuse people were not particularly particular about tobacco and alcohol. Basically, boys of this age would have some contact with them."

"Is that so?" Dana took a bite of bread, and the jam was on the edge of her mouth. She continued to ask while chewing, "But at your age, it's not good to smoke so much. It's easy to get lung cancer."

"There's nothing we can do. Even if it's a sports car, it can't run without oil," Koshe took a sip of coffee and gave a strange example. "Have you heard of the story of the saint who ate stones?"

"No, what do you mean?"

Dana wolfed down the food in front of her. She didn't seem to care much about the topic of conversation. She just wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

"The saint who eats stones doesn't eat stones voluntarily, but because the only things he can eat are stones," Jill, who had been staring at his phone the whole time, suddenly interrupted and helped Dana with some scientific knowledge. "God has given him this ability, so it must mean something."

"I'm not like my father, who seems to see through everything," Koshe nodded and put down his coffee cup. "If he is compared to a saint, then I am probably just a novice monk. So sometimes, it is difficult for me to understand the meaning of some things God has given me."

“Maybe, sometimes I just don’t want to understand.”

Jill's understanding of Koshe's thoughts was sometimes so good that even Koshe herself found it incredible, but she seemed to take it for granted. While saying this, she didn't even raise her head, but just looked at her phone and ate breakfast calmly.