You don't even want to call me godfather

"If the rope is tied into a knot, only patience can untie it. Patience can achieve many things," said Vina. She took another sip of the coffee cup. "My mother always told me this when I encountered some difficult problems. Maybe you should give it a try, Cascade Godfather."

"Patience," Koshe didn't know why he told Vina so many things that he wouldn't tell others. Maybe there was something special about her. "It seems that I have to use your words that are like a motto to come up with a solution to the problems in my thoughts, Miss Vina."

"At least you know what your problem is, don't you?" Vina just smiled at Koshe's ridicule. "Compared to most other people, you don't seem that confused. Maybe you just restrict yourself mentally. Of course, this is just my guess."

“So, I’m mentally ill, right?”

Koshe felt a little helpless. He didn't expect that the conversation on this issue would end up with such a conclusion.

But he didn't feel that surprised. Maybe Vina's guess was correct.

And Vina just nodded to show her agreement and said nothing more.

Both of them stared at the coffee in the cup in front of them and remained silent for a while.

It was not until Koshe looked out the window and saw the sun starting to set that he realized the passage of time.

"It's getting late, Miss Vina," Koshe stood up first, took out a few coins from his pocket, put them on the table, pressed them down with a coffee coaster, and said to Vina, "Thank you very much for your advice. I still have something to buy, so I'll take my leave now."

"You're welcome. It's just a small thing." Vina checked the time and reminded Koshei, "When you are ready to leave, please notify me again, Godfather Cascade."

"Will do."

Koshe agreed and left the café.

……

In the bathroom.

"So slow... How long will the master talk to that guy..."

Indra sat cross-legged on the toilet lid in one of the cubicles, counting his fingers idly.

Little did he know that he had been forgotten by Vina who had already left.

Chapter 23: Mutually beneficial

By the time Koshe returned home after shopping, it was almost dinner time.

"I am back."

As per custom, Koshei informed everyone inside the house when he returned home.

Although Destiny has passed away and Hong is no longer living in the mansion, Koshe still maintains this habit.

Strangely, he didn't get a response from Elizaveta until he changed his shoes and hung his coat on the hanger.

Are you asleep?

With this guess in mind, Koshei carried his things to the second floor. He knocked on the door and then opened it quietly.

What came into view was Elizaveta collapsed on the ground.

"Elizaveta?"

Koshe was panicked for a moment. He put his things by the door and rushed to Elizaveta's side. He supported her neck and made her sit up.

"Hmm..." Koshe's movements woke Elizaveta up. She opened her eyes in a daze, and after seeing that the person coming was Koshe, she moved her lips slightly and murmured softly, "I'm so hungry..."

Then she closed her eyes again.

After getting Elizaveta's response, Koshe felt relieved. Thinking that Elizaveta seemed to have not eaten anything since she came in the morning until now, Koshe realized that he had forgotten something.

After an unknown amount of time, Elizaveta woke up and found herself lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

The fragrance from downstairs drifted into the room through the half-open door, forcing her to get up hungry.

She walked downstairs listlessly and saw dishes on the dining table in the living room, with the freshly cooked food still steaming.

Koshe was cooking in the kitchen. He heard the noise and saw Elizaveta coming downstairs.

"You can actually cook," Elizaveta said as she looked at the not-so-large number of dishes. Although they were not as good as the food in Ursus, they were pretty good as home-cooked meals. "I thought someone of your status would leave all these tasks to the servants."

"Since my sister and I moved out, we had to adapt to life without servants," Koshe explained to Elizaveta while stirring the pot. "Especially when I have a younger sister to take care of at home, cooking has become an essential skill."

"Dong dong dong."

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the mansion.

Koshe looked back and saw that Elizaveta had already sat down obediently at the dining table. He had no choice but to cover the pot, take off his apron, and walk to the door himself to open it.

"There's a dinner party?!"

After opening the door, Koshe saw two unexpected faces, Dana and Jill, whom he had just separated from in the morning. Dana, who had a keen sense of smell, shouted the moment he opened the door.

"Did you install surveillance cameras in my house?"

Koshe couldn't help but feel ashamed, he had never imagined that such a situation would happen.

"Dana heard that you moved back to your original residence, so she wanted to come and celebrate with you."

Jill let the impatient Dana into the house, then lifted the plastic bag containing the vegetables they had just bought and explained to Koshe.

"From what I know about Dana, she probably just wants to eat for free..." Koshe let out a sigh of helplessness, but he didn't seem dissatisfied. He even took the plastic bag from Jill as if it was normal and said to her, "Maybe we should hurry up before the dishes get cold."

Koshe said so and invited the two in. They also saw Elizaveta sitting at the dining table.

"Who is this--"

"Elizaveta, right?" Before Koshe could finish her words, Dana directly revealed Elizaveta's identity. She walked forward enthusiastically, and in the latter's shocked and puzzled eyes, she held her hand holding the knife and fork, shaking it up and down, "Nice to meet you."

"So, Dana's intelligence network is still so extensive and efficient?" Koshe seemed to be used to this kind of thing. He and Jill stood at the door and shook their heads. "Sometimes I don't understand why Dana can build such a deep network of relationships."

"It's my personality."

Jill shrugged. This was indeed not the first time this had happened. Even she didn't know how big Dana's network of connections was or where it came from.

Over time, they were forced to get used to it.

"In that case, I don't need to introduce you to each other," Koshe had no choice but to step forward and say to Dana and Elizaveta, "Now that there are two more people, I have to cook a few more dishes. If you are hungry, you can start eating first."

"No," but even though her stomach was rumbling with hunger, Elizaveta still refused. "In Ursus, the rule in our family is to wait until everyone is seated before starting to eat."

"Well... maybe I'll have to go hungry for a while."

Koshe tilted his head and motioned for Jill to go with him to help cook, leaving Dana with a malicious look on her face to approach Elizaveta and start talking to her.

Jill followed Koshe into the kitchen, took down the hanging apron, handed it to Koshe, and took out another apron from the corner.

"You seem to be very familiar with this place, Jill."

Koshe teased, but in fact he didn't even know there was an apron there.

He couldn't help but suspect that Dana and Jill might know his family situation better than he did.

"Well, it's pretty close."

Jill took over the cooking work that Koshe had not finished before. The two did not chat much, but just stood there, silently coordinating each other's movements, efficiently and skillfully.

While the last dish was simmering, Jill and Koshe leaned over the stove, staring at the water heating up in the pot.

"Speaking of which," Jill suddenly started the conversation. She didn't look Koshe in the eye, but spoke to herself, "I know it's not very professional for a bartender to reveal conversations with guests, but I think there's something I should tell you."

"Is he a member of the family? Or a potential hidden danger?"

Looking at Jill's somewhat abnormal behavior, Koshe guessed.

"The boy who always follows you and gets flustered when something happens came to the bar to get drunk a few days ago."

Jill lowered her head and trimmed her nails, as if as long as she didn't stare at Koshe, her behavior would not be considered as revealing the guest's secret.

"Luca Sheffield."

Koshe knew it was him as soon as he heard it. There was probably no other person in Syracuse who fit this image. But he never thought that Sheffield would actually go get drunk. From what Koshe knew about him, he was clearly the kind of person who smoked but didn't drink.

'Cigarettes keep me awake, but alcohol affects my judgment.'

Sheffield once said this to Koshei, and said that this was the teaching of his father.

"I've been troubled recently. Although I want to contribute to someone I respect, I feel that the distance between me and him is getting farther and farther. Compared with the person before going to Rutland, he is now obviously more mature and decisive, while I am still standing still. After a few days, I want to find that Ou Ya uncle from Rutland to help me with some training. He looks reliable, and I don't want to fall behind others." Jill simply repeated Sheffield's words and gave it to Koshe to judge for himself. "These are the original words of the boy. You can consider it yourself."

"Sheffield... huh..."

Koshe sighed helplessly. His recent busyness did make him neglect the thoughts and changes of the people around him. Perhaps he would take some time to go to Eurasia's training ground tomorrow and observe it closely.

At the same time, he also needs to test some of his own abilities.

Koshei rubbed his fingers silently, thinking secretly.

Chapter 24 Speak Your Mind

Koshe and Jill cooked a few simple dishes. After bringing the dishes to the table, they sat down and officially started dinner time.

Although Koshe hadn't eaten anything for almost the entire day and the only thing he had consumed was a cup of bitter black coffee, it was not the first time that he was so busy that he had no time to eat, so he got used to this busy life early on.

As for Elizaveta, she probably never went hungry when she was in Ursus, so compared to Koshe, she looked a little miserable.

But even though she was starving, she still maintained her aristocratic demeanor and chewed her food slowly.

How about finding a servant for her temporarily? Looking at Elizaveta who was eating awkwardly, Koshei had this idea in his mind.

Servants should be very common in the homes of Ursus nobles. They are not uncommon in Syracuse either. Koshe's father Ulysses once hired a maid in his home.

It was not until Koshe and Destiny moved out that they stopped hiring servants.

However, since he wanted a servant who could take good care of Elizaveta, he had to find someone he could trust. After all, he couldn't always stay at home, and it was inevitable that he would fail to take good care of Elizaveta like he did today.

Thinking of this, a person appeared in Koshe's mind, someone he hadn't contacted for a long time.

Perhaps he would go meet that man tomorrow morning to discuss things, Koshe thought.

Dinner time was over quickly. Koshe and Jill had something on their minds and hardly spoke a word at the table. Only Dana remained as carefree as ever and kept trying to get close to Elizaveta.

"Just put the dishes in the sink, I'll wash them," Koshe said to Jill while clearing the table. "It's getting late, so the bar should be open by now, right?"

"Well, time goes by much faster than I feel," Jill nodded, put the dishes in the sink, picked up a rag next to her and wiped her hands, and shouted to Dana in the living room, "Boss! It's time to go!"

"Okay! Wait a moment! I'll talk to Sister Ellie for a while!"

As expected, Dana seemed to have a good relationship with Elizaveta. She had hardly stopped talking since she entered the door, and Elizaveta seemed to understand what she said about what happened in the bar.

"To be honest, I've always been curious about what magic Dana has that allows her to get along well with everyone."

Looking at this overly harmonious scene, Koshei leaned against the kitchen door and couldn't help but complain.

"I've always been curious about why the boss always gets his head stuck in all kinds of strange places," Jill said, standing beside Koshe with his arms folded across his chest. "A guest's dropped helmet, a new vase bought in the bar, and so on."

"Well, these are some of her characteristics, aren't they?"

Koshe shrugged. He seemed to have gotten used to this kind of strange friend since some time ago.

"Okay, it's time for us to go. I won't bother you any more."

Jill waved her hand, walked past Koshei and went straight to Dana.

She grabbed the collar of the reluctant Dana and half-forced her away from Elizaveta.

"Huh...Okay, it's time to start cleaning up the mess."

Koshe heaved a long sigh of relief. He was exhausted after a long day.

But at least now he only needs to wash the dishes in front of him and he can have a good night's rest.

"Um..." At this moment, Elizaveta tiptoed behind Koshei and said something he didn't expect, "I'll help you clean up..."

"Elizaveta, have you ever done housework before?"

Koshe was a little bit incredulous about this, as he had thought that in such a pure aristocratic family, the young ladies and young masters would never do anything by themselves.

"In the past...I often watched the servants at home do it."

Elizaveta answered vaguely.

Seeing this, Koshe had to move aside to let her pass.

Elizaveta walked to the sink, rolled up her sleeves, and stared at the sink full of bowls, chopsticks, knives, forks and plates in a daze for a few seconds.

Then, there was a clanging sound coming from the kitchen.

"...Okay, let me do it."