You don't even want to call me godfather

"Well... that's a possibility."

In the end, Koshe just smiled, exhaled lightly, and said no more.

PS: py two big guys' books

Here is the introduction to the first one:

After traveling to Terra, Lu Yu accidentally obtained a mark called [Salvation] during the process. Relying on the power of the mark, Lu Yu quickly established a world of his own in Longmen.

"The most outstanding young entrepreneur in Longmen", "Top Ten Outstanding Longmen People", "Longmen's New Philanthropist", "Longmen's Greatest Philanthropist", "Hope for the Poor"

As a time traveler from the Celestial Empire, Lu Yu made great contributions to Longmen's poverty alleviation work, and at the same time saved enough funds for his own retirement.

Just when Lu Yu was thinking about finding a time to retire and find a lovely Sarkaz girl to marry and have children, his system, which was three years late, finally awakened.

[The Terra Great Evil System has been activated]

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[The person who appears before you is the young leader of Rhodes Island. She is helpless and pitiful. You look at her cute donkey ears trembling and her pitiful young face. An inexplicable desire arises in your heart. Take her down. Rhodes Island is yours, and she is yours too!]

Lu Yu: No, I don't want to. I don't want to bully Ami and I don't want to go to Rhodes Island! Can you please stop adding drama to my story?

Chapter 10: A sudden enlightenment

"Then I'll go back first. Jill, Dana, thank you for the hospitality."

At the door of the rental house, Koshe thanked Jill and Dana before leaving.

"Are you going to be busy again?" Dana leaned against the door, complaining unhappily, "I haven't seen you come to the bar much recently. You don't know how much Jill misses you."

"Hey! I can hear you!"

Jill inside the house shouted unhappily.

"Well, I'll come again when I have time. I'll have a good chat with you guys next time we meet," Koshe smiled. Dana and Jill were his few friends now. If he wasn't busy right now, he would have liked to stay a little longer. "If you need any help, just contact me directly."

"We should be the ones to tell you this."

Dana tilted her head, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Koshe just shrugged and turned away.

To be honest, he had thought about seeking help from Dana and the others, but at the national level, a bartender who helped customers solve their problems and a female wrestler were really of little use.

Thinking about it this way, I can only rely on myself for everything.

Koshe looked up at the rental house on the second floor where Angelina originally lived, sighed secretly, and walked alone towards home.

……

It is still early in the morning and there are hardly any people on the streets except for the office workers hurrying by. The people responsible for street reconstruction have not started work so early.

Koshe walked on the cold road. Apart from the occasional breeze, the only sound he could hear was his own footsteps.

Although the mornings in Syracuse in the past were not bustling, they were not so deserted either. The Columbia incident made the people of Syracuse accustomed to hiding in their homes and not going out, and as the monarch, he had no idea what to do about it.

With this thought in mind, he quickly returned to the mansion.

The black horse was still standing outside the door, its reins tied to the fence. He must have forgotten to take care of it after not returning home the night before.

We'll take it back to the Manchester dock where there's plenty of room for it.

"godfather!"

Standing at the door of the mansion, Koshei was groping for the key in his pocket when he suddenly heard a voice calling from behind. Turning around, he saw that the person was Abraham.

At this time, Abrhan was wearing a safety helmet that was out of tune with his style.

"Abrakhan?" Koshei put the key back into his pocket. He turned around and looked at Abrakhan who was walking towards him quickly. "Why are you here?"

"Well, isn't it Mr. Loft who always says that there is a shortage of manpower in the reconstruction work?" Abraham's face was covered with dust, but for some reason he smiled happily. "When I was in Lateran, I was tired of the life of hiding in the shadows and fighting. Now I can do good things openly and honestly, and I can also help the church father and the people. Why not do it?"

"I'm glad you have such an idea," Koshei put his hand on Abraham's shoulder, took a step forward, shortened the distance between them, and whispered in his ear, "How is the task I asked you to do yesterday going?"

"The matters you asked me to inform Hexi have been handled. Hexi also asked me to report to you on his behalf that he found a few restless people on the family's salary list and hoped that he would deal with them himself."

Abraham took off his helmet and reported truthfully.

"Well, in terms of auditing and personnel review, there is indeed no one who can be more efficient than Hexi. Just let him do it." Koshe nodded and approved the request made by Abraham on behalf of Hexi, and then asked, "Then what about the other thing?"

“Well…” Abraham showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. He avoided Koshei’s gaze and hesitated for a moment before turning back to the reconstruction area where he had just been and shouted, “Gui’er! Bring her out!”

As he finished his words, Koshe saw two figures emerging from the rubble of a collapsed house across the street.

Two people crawled out from the ruins, and one of them pulled the other and trotted over here.

"godfather."

Gui'er pulled Garuda to Koshei. She nodded slightly to him first, looked at him guiltily, and then looked at Abraham.

"You, without my knowledge, took the detained people out without authorization?" Koshe frowned. His eyes swept over Gui'er who was evasive and Garuda who lowered his head and said nothing, and finally fell on Abraham. "I hope you can give me a reasonable and convincing explanation, Abraham."

"This one……"

"godfather."

While Abr Khan was still thinking about how to organize his words, Garuda stepped forward first, stood in front of Koshei, bowed deeply to him, and used a respectful title.

"What are you doing?"

Koshe raised his head slightly, looking down at Garuda, who was bending over and had not raised her head for a long time. His hand was on the pistol through her clothes, and he was quite puzzled and wary of her behavior.

"Apologize," Garuda, who had previously shown an unyielding attitude, now seemed like a different person. He lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "I know what I did and what consequences my actions caused. Regardless of whether it was my original intention, the facts cannot be changed. All I can do is to make up for my mistakes and beg for forgiveness."

"You want me to forgive you?"

Koshe's brows furrowed even more tightly, as he was caught off guard by Garuda's change of attitude, and he did not trust the Colombian who had caused him so much trouble.

"...If, no matter what I do, I can't make up for it," Garuda was silent for a long time, then stood up, raised his head, exposed his neck, and closed his eyes, "then you can take my life."

Seeing Garuda's vital parts exposed without any protection, Koshe hesitated for a moment while stroking the gun.

Looking at Gui'er who was extremely nervous and Abraham who was surprisingly not panicked at all, Koshe raised his head and took a few deep breaths.

"What's the point of taking your life?" Finally, Koshei let go of the hand that was supporting the gun and swung it to his side. He stared at Garuda, meeting her calm eyes. "The damage caused by you must be repaired by you. I don't have to kill you, but I won't support an idle person. If you want to live and atone for your sins, create your own value and let the people of Syracuse recognize and accept you. This is what you call an apology."

Garuda was stunned for a moment. Koshe's words impacted her brain. She grew up in a laboratory and always saw things as simple. But Koshe's words made her suddenly enlightened.

Perhaps even Koshei himself did not notice that he was gradually beginning to act like a monarch, and even Abr Khan could not help but look at him with admiration.

"To get the acceptance and recognition of the people of Syracuse..." Garuda was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. She bowed to Koshe again with gratitude, "I understand! I will work hard!"

"Then we will continue the reconstruction work, Godfather." Seeing Koshe's good attitude, Gui'er, who had been nervous for a long time, finally felt relieved and quickly pulled Garuda towards the reconstruction area where they came from. "You continue to talk to me... and Abraham."

"Gui'er, do you accept me? Do you agree with me?"

While being pushed on the back, Garuda turned his head and asked Gui'er behind him with a serious face.

"What are you thinking? I'm not from Syracuse."

Gui'er responded nonchalantly, as if he just wanted to leave this depressing atmosphere as soon as possible.

"Abe Khan, is the brainwashing effect a bit too much?"

Looking at the receding backs of Garuda and Gui'er, Koshei crossed his arms and said with mixed feelings.

"It's like this, Godfather," Abraham explained to Koshei after the two men walked away, "The previous proposal has been successful. We made her recall the past that she should have forgotten, and covered it with a layer of false memories written by Gui'er. At least she is harmless now, you can rest assured."

As Abraham spoke, he took out a cigarette case and handed a cigarette to Koshei.

"It's really hard to feel at ease in the current situation," Koshei took the cigarette and Abrhan lit it for him. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke. Then he sat down on the steps at the door of the mansion without any airs. "But since you dare to say so, you should also be prepared to take full responsibility for this matter, Abrhan?"

"You are right, Godfather."

Abraham smiled and sat down next to Koshei.

The two of them looked at Gui'er directing Garuda to do things not far away, smoking quietly.

Chapter 11 Elizaveta

A carriage was speeding forward on the wasteland.

"Your Excellency the Duke, Syracuse is just ahead."

When they arrived at the entrance to Syracuse, the coachman shouted to the carriage behind him.

Then, the window of the carriage was opened, and an Ursus man showed his face. It was Yaros Alisa, who had talked with Koshei earlier in Lateran.

"Enter the country and go to where there are citizens."

After saying this, Alisa closed the window.

Inside the carriage, opposite Alisa, there was a young girl sitting. The girl lowered her head, looking at her hands with some depression.

"Why do you have that expression, Elizaveta?" Alisa tilted her head and looked at the scenery outside through the curtains, while asking the girl, "You should know the purpose of this trip."

"I'm thinking, father," the girl called Elizaveta raised her head and stared at the side of Alisa, not looking at him, "I just can't figure out why it's Syracuse?"

"I know your concerns, Elizaveta," Yaros put his arm on the window, as if he had thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Perhaps the national strength of Syracuse is indeed not enough for Ursus to look at it with new eyes, but what I am interested in is only the monarch of Syracuse."

"In order to bind a monarch I have never seen, are you going to give me up to someone else?"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in Elizaveta's words. As the daughter of the Duke, she had always thought that one day she would be useful, but she didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Even though she just celebrated her adulthood not long ago, she is now being used as a bargaining chip in a political marriage by her own father.

No matter who it is, it would be difficult to accept it for a while.

"Are you complaining to me, Elizaveta?" Hearing Elizaveta's complaints, Yaros turned around and looked at her, frowning slightly, "Recognize your own identity. You are the daughter of the Duke, the future baroness of Ursus, and you should devote yourself to the empire and the people. Now you haven't even seen the monarch of Syracuse, and you've already started to back down?"

"…I'm sorry, father. I said too much."

Elizaveta lowered her head again and apologized to Yaros, while silently clenching her fists, feeling unwilling in her heart.

"Get yourself in shape. I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of that monarch." Alisa noticed Elizaveta's clenched fists, but he didn't say much. He just started to think about what to do next. "You just need to remember that you are sacrificing yourself for the glory of the empire. That's enough."

"Yes, Father, I understand..."

Elizaveta gritted her teeth and even though she was extremely dissatisfied, she had to swallow her anger.

From the moment she was born into a noble family, this day was destined to come.

Although she enjoyed all the glory and wealth, it could not change her fate of being used as a tool for political marriage in the future.

Thinking of this, Elizaveta secretly glanced out the window. The carriage passed through the entry gate and the streets of Syracuse came into her sight.

The scenery was completely different from that of Ursus. Perhaps because it was not as prosperous as the noble territories of Ursus, the houses and mansions she saw were obviously more...classical.

Elizaveta couldn't think of any other words to describe the style of Syracuse, but one thing was certain: she would find it difficult to adapt to life here.

The carriage drove along the avenue in the center of Syracuse and soon arrived near the mansion where Koshe lived.

"Your Excellency the Duke, there are citizens of Syracuse ahead."

After seeing passers-by walking on the roadside, the coachman slowed down the carriage.

"Hey!" Alisa opened a window, leaned out a little, and greeted the passerby in a suit and tie, "Excuse me, which way is the residence of the monarch of Syracuse?"

The passerby stopped and turned around. On his chest was a family emblem, which represented his identity as a member of the Cascade family.

"tui!"

But unexpectedly, after seeing Alisana's Ursus features, the party member looked at him unfriendly, looked him up and down, and without saying a word, he spat on the ground next to the carriage and then turned and left.

"…Were the Syracusans so xenophobic in the past?"

Alisa frowned and pulled her body back.

"Some time ago, Syracuse was invaded by foreign enemies. It seems that it was the Colombians who did it," the driver explained after hearing Alisa's self-questioning and answering. "The Syracusans are a very cautious but vengeful people. In addition, they are hostile to foreign races. Now that they have come to Syracuse, it is estimated that they will not be treated well."

"Hmph... foreign invasion?" Yaros stroked his chin, as if thinking about something. "I've been so busy with domestic affairs recently that I've neglected to learn about intelligence from other countries."

"Your Excellency, there are figures ahead," the carriage started moving again. Within a few minutes, the driver called out again, "but for some reason... it's a Lateran and a Columbian."

"Huh?" Even Alisa was stunned when he heard this. He looked outside and saw the two strangers the driver had mentioned. They were wearing helmets and carrying something. "Stop the car."

Although I don't know why I saw people from these two countries in Syracuse, after excluding the possibility that Syracuse was colonized, it might be easier to question these foreigners than the people of Syracuse itself.

With this in mind, Alisa, a diplomatic noble of Ursus, opened the car door, got out of the car herself, and walked towards Guier and Garuda who were carrying bricks, trying to talk to them.

At this moment, the door on the other side of the carriage was quietly opened. Although Alisa did not notice it, the coachman clearly saw Elizaveta slipping down from the carriage with her long skirt lifted up. However, he chose to do nothing. He just lit a cigarette and glanced elsewhere.

Elizaveta got out of the car. She looked around anxiously and suddenly found a black horse not far ahead.